Chapter 131 [The Only True Realm, Ten Thousand Buddhas Pay Homage] The Taoist self recites Taoist scriptures, the deceased self recites Buddhist scriptures, and the true self recites Emperor scriptures. The three selves recite scriptures together. Lin Xian has a mysterious feeling that even if he does not break into the Four Extremes, he can still continue to practice in the Taoist Palace and become stronger than ever before. “It feels so good to chew on myself.” Lin Xian sighed and praised the mystery of the Dao Palace realm. This is a three-fold acceleration. It would be even better if there were more for me to chew on. For a moment, he thought of the self-other system of [The Supreme One in the World]. I have enlightened countless parallel universes, gathered the projections of the heavens and myriad worlds, and gathered billions of Jingzhao. My infinite self has gained the power of countless universes. I am not sunk in the sea of suffering and cannot be killed. System 10086 prompted: "My system is based on the real world. There is no real world in the Great Shading Universe." The essence of the real world is higher than all the heavens and worlds. This is a dimensional gap, but this universe, or even the entire multiverse, does not have such soil. Including Heaven and the Ertu Plateau, there are Immortal Emperors and masters at the ancestor level, but the essence of the universe is not much higher. The heavens can produce immortal emperors and ancestors, and the sea of boundaries can also produce immortal emperors and ancestors. The relationship between the two is not that of the upper and lower realms, but is similar to the gap between a prosperous city and a remote countryside.
The high and mighty fairy from heaven can also be beaten to death by a poor boy from the wilderness. “Without a higher level of dimension, dimensionality cannot be increased, but dimensionality can be decreased.” "In every atom of all the dharma realms, all the void realms, all the worlds of the ten directions and three times, there are Buddhas as numerous as the atom of all the worlds." Lin Xian held the bodhi seed in his hand and tried it. He pinched the flower and smiled, and a thought appeared in front of him: "One flower is a world, one thought is a Buddha, the Treasure King Temple appears at the tip of a hair, and the great Dharma wheel is turned in the dust." If it is impossible to open up countless universes and launch the only true world, then we should work backwards, take ourselves as the master, transform countless thoughts, and open up the heavens and all the worlds. In an instant, countless microscopic worlds are born and countless microscopic worlds disappear. In all the microscopic worlds, there is a wisp of spiritual consciousness that becomes a Buddha on the spot. They all look like Lin Xian, chanting his real name and coming for blessings. The true self is the Dharmakaya, which is eternal and unchanging; the Tao self is the reward body, which manifests itself in front of people; the deceased self is the incarnation, which is infinite and endless. All Buddhas in the ten directions and three times have witnessed the same Dharmakaya. Lin Xian himself is the only true world, and the microscopic world transformed by his thoughts is the heavens and myriad worlds of the next level. They are born when thoughts arise and die when thoughts move. For all the Buddhas in the world, Lin Xian is the only truth and the true Buddha in the upper realm. System 10086 was horrified: "Host, have you become a Buddha right now?" Could it be that he was influenced by Amitabha Buddha and really converted to Buddhism? "No, I just stitched a thought and made the flower bloom, and I ruled the world." Lin Xian said calmly, I recited Buddhist scriptures in the past, I recited Taoist scriptures in the future, and I recited Emperor Scriptures now. This Emperor Scripture is called the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art. It’s so tiring to create your own method, it’s faster to just copy the homework. Ninety-nine percent of the ruthless emperor's theory, plus one percent of the external system, created Lin Xian's only true world, where all Buddhas pay homage! Coupled with the Pure Land Buddhist system of Amitabha Buddha, supported by the endless power of faith, it can be described in two words: invincible! Even the Human Emperor Banner, bathed in the power of faith, was surrounded by a layer of light, appearing somewhat sacred. “How powerful will it be in the end?” Even the system was tempted, trying to mobilize the power of faith and integrate it into its own body. However, it failed. This was the power of faith of the Temple of Ten Thousand Emperors. He was not an ancient emperor, nor was he a messenger of emperors like Lin Xian. Forced fusion is useless. Without the mystery of faith, it is just equivalent to pure energy and is not as useful as life essence. “In the vast mountains and rivers of Tianxuan Holy Land, I am invincible, but once I leave, I will return to my normal level.”
Lin Xian thought, if he couldn't lie down at home, then he would turn the universe into a temple, with faith everywhere. But this is too difficult, even Amitabha Buddha and Infinite Heavenly Venerable have not done it. Unless there really is a heaven that has dominated the universe for millions of years, and has been immortal through the passing of time, it will be possible for all living beings to truly believe it. "So, we need bitter leaves!" Lin Xian whispered something, and confirmed his own path. It was not faith, not the Taoist temple, not him or herself, but the way of living off the elderly and children. This was the broad road. Ye Fan, who was practicing in the blessed land, shuddered and had an ominous premonition. Who was plotting against him? Could it be that the third biggest bandit knew that he had killed his grandson? Driven by anxiety, Ye Fan fell into the trap and found Lin Xian. He wanted to go to Tianxuan Stone Workshop as soon as possible to challenge Wei Yi, the old senior. Lin Xian nodded, and then brought all the qualified disciples in the holy land with him. There would be a great fortune next. The Holy City of the Northern Territory is a magnificent city that covers an area of unknown miles. Since records began, the city has never been relocated, and no one knows how many years it has existed. The First Ancient City in the Northern Territory and the First Divine City are its names. Legend has it that in the distant past, it was suspended in the air. In a later dark turmoil, the city of gods fell, but it still did not affect its position as the most prosperous and central area in the Northern Territory. The mighty ones in Beiyuan, the royal family in Zhongzhou, the holy lord in Donghuang, the great monster in Nanling, the divine monk in Ximo, you can see them all here. Spending millions of pounds of Yuan gambling stones and cutting out the Immortal Golden Medicine King is not a legend in the Holy City, but a real example. Countless old monsters are crazy about it and wander around the stone archways of various holy places. Although Lin Xian and Ye Fan are descendants of Yuan Tianshi, they did not go to gamble on stones, but quietly sneaked into a corner of the Holy City. In the holy city where every inch of land is valuable, there is a palace garden that is extremely desolate, with weeds growing everywhere and old trees growing wildly, almost submerging the buildings. It is obvious that no one has taken care of it for many years and it has almost become a wilderness. "Fuck, rabbits, pheasants!" Ye Fan was stunned. A sage lives in a place like this? "Will that senior return to Tianxuan?" Ye Fan asked through telepathy. He was afraid that Wei Yi had decided to live in seclusion from the world and not care about worldly affairs, even more indifferent than the old madman. “They are different.” Lin Xian shook his head firmly. Wei Yi must care more about the Tianxuan Holy Land than the old madman. The old madman traveled around like crazy, but Wei Yi stayed in Shifang for six thousand years. This is the biggest proof. If he didn't have the holy land in his heart, why would he cry once every thousand years? Lin Xian asked Hei Huang to catch rabbits and pheasants, but the big black dog was naturally unwilling to do so. However, Lin Xian was now relying on the power of the other party, and there was a Saint Tianxuan inside, so even Hei Huang had to submit to his tyranny. Taking advantage of this time, Lin Xian put on the holy crown and the Tianxuan costume he made himself, asked Ye Fan and Jiang Tingting to carry the rabbit and pheasant, and then led a group of disciples and followers, solemnly stepped into the Tianxuan Stone Workshop. The dilapidated stone steps and collapsed palaces were all covered by vegetation. An old man with blurred eyes and a hunched back sat on a piece of bluestone. He was old, his life was short, and his oil was almost exhausted. Looking at the desolate garden overgrown with wormwood, his eyes were full of nostalgia and sadness. However, Lin Xian knew that this was an illusion. This one of the three heroes of Tianxuan was most likely at the peak of the Saint King. After the difficult times were over, he was destined to become a Great Sage. "You are here to buy stones too..." Wei Yi was a little dull, with wrinkles all over his face and cloudy eyes. Even when he heard footsteps, he just turned around slowly. However, when Wei Yi looked at the holy crown on Lin Xian's head, he was suddenly stunned. Then his turbid eyes suddenly brightened up, and a sharp aura emanated from him, shocking the entire holy city. His lips were trembling, and he asked in disbelief, "Where did you get this crown?"
"I received it from the last generation of Tianxuan Saint." Lin Xian said in a sonorous voice, then stepped forward and bowed, saying with great ceremony: "Lin Xian, the last Saint Lord of Tianxuan, pays homage to Uncle Wei Yi!" As soon as he finished speaking, all the disciples behind Lin Xian also kowtowed with solemn expressions. They performed the ancient Tianxuan rituals and wore Tianxuan costumes, which were specially translated from ancient books and rehearsed for several days. "Tianxuan Holy Land!" Wei Yi said in a trembling voice, his face full of sadness and his eyes were desolate. Through Lin Xian and the many disciples wearing Tianxuan costumes, he seemed to see the holy land that was so glorious in the past that it even dared to attack the path to immortality. For a moment, Tianxuan Saint Wei Yi burst into tears, with emotions of sadness and excitement emerging at the same time. "Tianxuan doesn't die, it just withers." Lin Xian said in a deep voice: "Another senior has already recognized us and passed on the Holy Crown and the Dao to me. Lin Xian dare not forget his mission, but I am weak and powerless to restore the glory of Tianxuan. I hope that Uncle Wei Yi will forgive me." "It's already very good." Wei Yi's vicissitudes of life voice sounded. Now that he can have the Tianxuan Taoist tradition to be passed down to the world, he is already very pleased. "I feel ashamed of this holy land. I have only done a few insignificant things over the years." Lin Xian sighed and said, "My disciples have taken people to the Northern Territory to conquer thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. As the initial place for the rise of the Holy Land, although it is not as good as the ancestral home in the middle of the Eastern Wasteland, it can also be regarded as a place to settle down and serve as the foundation of the Holy Land." "My disciples are not very talented, but fortunately, the Saint Son of our sect is a Saint of the Ancient Body, the Saint Daughter is the Daughter of Taiyin, and there are also descendants of the ancient royal family and the human race, who are disciples of Tianxuan. They inherit the Spark and their bloodline is continuous, which is the hope of the Holy Land." "Third, it is related to the Great Emperor Wu Shi. This is the Great Emperor Wu Shi's mountain guard dog, and now it is the guardian beast of my holy land." When the big black dog heard what was said about himself, he didn't dare to act rudely in front of Saint Tianxuan, and quickly showed a flattering smile, as if he was a good dog, very honest. "I haven't told my uncle all this yet, so I'm asking for your permission now." Lin Xian said sincerely "Good! Good! Good!" Wei Yi said "good" three times in a row, his eyes became clearer and clearer, with a kind of unparalleled majesty. He helped Lin Xian up, and asked all the disciples to stand up, and said slowly: "You are the Holy Lord, young people have ideas, so just go ahead and do it." "Thank you, uncle-master." Lin Xian felt relieved and asked Erlangzi and other Tianxuan disciples to go and clean the stone archway, remove the wormwood and ancient vines, and restore it to cleanliness. Then, he asked Ye Fan to prepare the pheasants and rabbits, and asked Jiang Tingting to cook. He and Wei Yi had a simple meal at the Chang family. At this moment, Wei Yi restrained his breath, as if he was no longer a saint who shook the world, but an ordinary old man, having a reunion dinner with his descendants. Then, he sat on the stone steps, his eyes full of vicissitudes, quietly watching these Tianxuan disciples six thousand years later, cleaning up the ancient Tianxuan Stone Archway and giving it a brand new look. The strange land that was originally covered with wild vines and messy trees was now full of life again at this moment. The originally quiet stone archway was no longer lonely on this day. The tranquility was broken and filled with laughter and joy. Many young monks in the holy city were surprised and stood outside the stone archway looking out curiously. Some even wanted to come in to take a look. The expressions of those emperors and powerful men who had lived for thousands of years changed drastically. They looked at the Tianxuan Stone Archway with fear as if it were a tiger, and recalled one legend after another. Wei Yi's eyes, which had been silent for six thousand years, also showed a hint of liveliness and were no longer lifeless. He waved his hand, and those monks who wanted to enter the Tianxuan Stone Workshop retreated with their bodies glowing. Then, he set up numerous restrictions and carved the holy formation. Just like the prosperous stone archways of the holy places in the holy city, outsiders are not allowed to enter the core park at will unless they are allowed by the guardian of the stone archway. After six thousand years, Tianxuan has an owner again! (End of this chapter)