"The Buddhas of Lingshan are so beautiful! I want to leave this blame to me!" Wukong listened sincerely and couldn't help but sneer. Just by thinking about it, you can think that it was definitely a bad thing that his master had done behind his back. How could the Jade Emperor dare to take the blame for him?

Could it be that I haven't caused him trouble for a few days and that his wings will grow hard?

Wukong scratched his ears and heads, thought about it, and decided to explore the depth of the water first. If it was Zhenruo, it was not the hand of his master, but the hand and foot of the demonic thought, the water might be so deep! Just relying on his master's invisible bottom, it might not be impossible to drown a Qitian Emperor.

Wukong knew very well about his ancestors and immediately decided to test it. If the water was too deep, then who would the Jade Emperor look for? My old son would not listen to the Xuan and would not sell his face.

"Also, the Mother and Mother River is also a good thing. This clone followed the Peacock Ming King first and found an opportunity to drop the fetal spring for him! I want to see what can the pregnant Demon King Peng give birth to after drinking Mother and Mother River!"

As soon as the thought of the hairy body moves, the deity on the other side rises into the air, and the quantum spiritual light moves and goes to the west Tianling Mountain.

The holy land of Lingshan is incredible. The Great Leiyin Temple is extremely magnificent and majestic. It often stands on Mount Sumeru, with a magnificent sky above the sky. The surrounding thousands of peaks are beautiful, the strange rocks are uneven, countless pagodas are uneven, and the Buddha's blood scriptures shine brightly on the cliff.

The Dharma door of the Great Leiyin Temple is open, and there are often monks. The nuns fall down and sit and worship outside the temple gate. The guardian Jialan and the angrily Vajra are listed on the left and right. The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are chanting the sound of Zen and Sanskrit in the magnificent temple, which is full of the Sumeru Dharma Realm. The World Honored One sits in the hall, and the four groups are surrounded, offering, respect, respect, praise, and sitting cross-legged, entering the Samadhi of the infinite meaning, without moving the body and mind.

At that time, there were monks, monks, nuns, upasakus, upasi, celestial dragons, yakshas, ​​gandharvas, Asuras, Garula, Kinnara, Maholaga, and other people. They were all listed in sequence, all of whom were happy to hold hands together and heard the truth of the World Honored One’s Man.

At that time, there were six kinds of vibrations in the sky rain, including Mandra, Mahamandra, Manshusha, Mahamanshusha, and the scattered Buddhas and the world of the universal Buddhas.

It is extremely bright, purity, and wonderful appearance, as well as the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and sentient beings who praise the Tathagata.

But when Wukong stepped onto the Pure Land of Lingshan, he could not see the infinite light and praise. The mandala flowers, mandala flowers, and Mokomandala flowers that were always shrouded in the sky above the Great Leiyin Temple, all of which had withered and dispersed. Wukong stepped on the steps under the Great Leiyin Temple, and red, white, and golden mandala petals and mandala petals were scattered around his feet.

It still reminds people of the grand occasion of the Mandala of the Sky Rain when the Buddha preached.

Wukong grabbed with his hand and picked a petal from the flying rain that was being swept by its fallen foot. The faint golden petal lies on Wukong's palm, leaving a faint golden mark on the rough monkey claws. Wukong picked up the Manshu Shahua petal and felt a slight wetness. It twisted it with his hands, and the warm golden blood wiped its fingers, revealing the original redness of the petals.

"So, is the Buddha's blood golden?"

Wukong sighed faintly and looked up. The golden Manshu Shahua in the sky was blown up by the wind, just like the sky rain.

There were bursts of fragrance coming from the mouth and nose, but it was not the celestial sandalwood and the remaining powder fragrance that offered to the Buddhas, but the celestial fragrance, the pure fragrance, and the Buddhas bleed like golden glass, pure and unobstructed, so it could produce fragrance. This fragrance is Buddha fragrance, wonderful fragrance, and Dharma fragrance. If a Buddha is not lit, it cannot emit this fragrance. There are also gold bricks and glass on the ground, and various gold treasures on the steps, which are not cast by gold, but dyed by Buddha blood.

The wonderful sound of the celestial girl and heavenly beings in Lingshan Mountain in the past still seems to be in my ears, but when I listen to it again, it seems to be just the echo of the past. The huge Leiyin Temple is silent, only the wind blows by, and the mandala flower rubs against the rustling ground.

The sky was dim and full of unknowns.

Wukong climbed up the steps along the steps, and there seemed to be a figure of Buddha and monk swaying in the high-rise Daleiyin Temple. Daleiyin Temple is still golden and brilliant, majestic and solemn. Even if the dim sky light projected here, it reflected a golden splendor, called Daleiyin Temple, which never lost its color.

But in Wukong's eyes, the world was like a blood-red murderous body. It was rare to say that it looked serious, restrained its monkey nature, and shrank its hands and feet, headed towards the steps.

Three thousand steps passed by in a blink of an eye, but they could climb the huge Mount Sumeru, which was millions of feet tall. The mystery was indescribable. As soon as Wukong stepped on the last step, he saw a turtle man with an ugly face and glared at him. He raised the Zen stick in his hand and stared at it.

"Weitu!" Wukong exclaimed in surprise

Its face was solemn. Since Wukong had been lawless, there were few gods and Buddhas in the three realms that he could take seriously. This guardian god was one of them. He was among the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in Lingshan. He had extremely high martial arts skills and could compete with Wang Lingguan. He is now dead here.

"So has Bodhisattva Weituo also disappeared?" Wukong said in a terrifying manner: "What exactly happened in this Lingshan?"

Although Bodhisattva Weituo was still glaring at him, Wukong had already seen that he had already cut off his vitality. When his soul had returned for a long time, he was left with only the remaining thoughts, reflecting the void, causing a trace of strangeness to arise out of thin air around him, and a huge danger was hidden. It was a trace of fierce thought left by Bodhisattva Weituo after his sudden death.

But when it comes to the supernatural powers of Wukong, even if Wei Tuo Bodhisattva is still alive, it will just laugh, let alone a trace of residual thoughts.

But Wukong could see something from this trace of remnant thought. Through the eyes of the dead Bodhisattva Weituo, Wukong saw an indescribable black shadow and came towards him. In the remnant thought of Weituo, Weituo only came to leave a dying roar. In the blink of an eye, he died on the spot and was killed by the man.

There is almost no power to fight back.

Until now, the trace of remnant thoughts are still roaring: "Saijian..."

"Since Weituo Bodhisattva is here! Where is Jialan Bodhisattva?" Wukong walked forward dozens of steps and indeed saw another Dharma protector Bodhisattva who was as famous as Weituo Bodhisattva, Jialan Bodhisattva.

Not only are there Jialan Bodhisattva, but there are also eighteen guardians, such as beautiful voice, Sanskrit, Tiandou, sighing, beautiful, Mo Miraculous, Thunder, Master, wonderful sigh, Brahma, human voice, Buddha slave, praise virtue, wide eyes, wonderful eyes, thorough listening, thorough sight, and all the eighteen guardians, Jialan gods, all died in battle in front of the gate of the Great Leiyin Temple, and their blood stained thunder sound.

What Wukong just saw under the steps was their shadow.

The gate of Daleiyin Temple was closed, and Wukong stood in front of the door, looking at the guardian Jialan god who had either ferocious faces or had no corpses, all standing to the exhausted death. Looking at the peaceful and lifelike Bodhisattva Jialan, it is completely imagined that after the man killed Wei Tuo, Bodhisattva Jialan came to stop him and was killed by him with one blow.
Chapter completed!