Fantasy World Transmigration

“The Buddhas of the Lingshan want to be beautiful! I want to give this black pot to the back!” Wukong listened to the side and couldn’t help but sneer. This kind of brain can think of it, it is definitely the master behind him. Bad luck, how can the Jade Emperor dare to find him to back the pot?

Didn’t you find trouble for him in a few days, and let his wings grow hard?

Wukong scratched his head and thought about it. He still thought about exploring the depth of the water first. If it was as the Peacock King said, it was not the hand of the master, but the hand and foot of the magic, the water may have more Deep! It is not necessary to drown a Qitian Emperor by the bottom of his own master.

Wukong knew very much about his own ancestors, and immediately decided to test it. If the water was too deep, then the Jade Emperor loved to find who to look for, and the old grandson stopped to listen to the announcement and did not sell him.

“And, the mother river is also a good thing. This avatar first followed the peacock Da Ming Wang, looking for a chance to give him the fall of the tires! Look down, pregnant with the Peng Dewang drink What can the mother river produce again!”

The imaginary thoughts here are moving, and the deity there is vacated. The quantum fascination moves without a cloud, and goes to the western sky.

The Holy Mountain of Lingshan is incredible. The Great Thunder Sound Temple is magnificent and magnificent. It often stands on the mountain of Mount Sumi, the top of the mountain, the beauty of the surrounding peaks, the strange rocks, the numerous towers of the Treasure, the blood of the Buddha on the cliff. The scriptures shine brightly.

Great Thunder Sound Temple The Great Thunder Sound Temple is wide open, often with a bhikkhu, Bhikuni falls down, worships outside the temple, protects the law, indigo, Numu Jingang, and around the column, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are among the magnificent temples. Zen sings the Sanskrit, and the sound is in the world of the law. The world sits in the great hall, surrounded by four people, supported, respectful, respectful, admired, squatting, and squatting in the infinite sense, not physically and mentally.

In the Great Thunder Sound Temple, there are Bhikkhu, Bhikshuni, You Posse, You Po, Tian Long, Yaksha, Cognac, Asura, Kalouro, Tienaro, Maha Luoga, people, and the kings. The reigner of the Holy King is the masses of the masses, which are listed in turn, all of which are happy and joyful.

It is time, Tianyu Mandalahua, Capricorn Mandalahua, Manshushahua, Capricorn Manshusha, and the Buddha, and the public. Puff world, six kinds of vibration.

It is a bright and infinite, clean and infinite, wonderful and infinite, and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas and the tribute of all beings.

But when Wukong set foot on the pure land of Lingshan, he did not see the vast amount of light and admiration. The mandala flower, Manzhushahua, and Mokman Zhushahua, which were always over the Great Thunder Sound Temple, were all gone, Wukong Stepping on the steps under the Great Thunder Sound Temple, all around is scattered with red, white, golden Manshusha petals, mandala petals.

It is still possible to make people think of the grandeur of the mandala when the world is saying.

Wukong grabbed it with his hand and picked a petal from the rain that was rolled up by the wind that fell by it. The faint golden petals lay in Wukong’s palm, leaving a faint golden trace on the rough monkey’s claws, Wukong Picking up the petals of Manshushahua, I felt a slight moistness. It rubbed it with a hand, and the warm golden blood wiped it on its fingers, revealing the original red of the petals.

“Is it true that the Buddha’s blood is golden?”

Wukong sighed faintly, looked up and saw, Mantianshahua of the golden day was blown by the wind, like a rain.

There is a burst of fragrance in the nose and mouth, but it is not the scent of sandalwood and the lingering fragrance of the Buddhas, but the fragrance of the heavens, the fragrance of the fragrance, the blood of the Buddhas such as golden glaze, clear and unobstructed, so it can be fragrant, this incense is Buddha It is a wonderful fragrance, it is a fragrant incense, it is not a igniting Buddha. It can’t be used for this fragrance. There are also bricks and glazes on the ground. There are various kinds of gold treasures on the steps. They are not cast by gold, but dyed by Buddha blood.

In the ear, the sound of the gods and goddess of the past is still in the ear, but it seems to be just the reverberation of the past. The loud Leiyin Temple is silent, only the wind is blowing, the mandala is rubbing. The rustle on the ground.

The sky is a faint yellow, full of unknowns.

Wukong climbed up the steps, and the silhouette of the Buddha’s Bichon seemed to be shaking in the Great Thunder Sound Temple of the aloof and remote. The Great Thunder Sound Temple was still golden and majestic, even if the dim light was projected here. A golden splendour, called the Great Thunder Sound Temple, never lost half of the score.

But in the eyes of Wukong, the heavens and the earth is like a bloody chill, and it is rare to call it serious, converging monkeys, shrinking hands and feet, going up the steps.

The three thousand steps passed by, but they were able to climb the tens of thousands of thousand zhang high. The mysterious, unspeakable, Wukong just stepped on the last step, and saw a ugly face, glaring, and a scepter. Exalted, despise it.

“Vedo!” Wukong exclaimed

It is awe-inspiring, Wukong is absolutely lawless. Since the Tianhe River, there are few gods in the Three Realms that can be put in his eyes. This one is one of the guardians of the gods, but among the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of Lingshan, the martial arts is extremely strong. The god, who can compare with Wang Lingguan, is now dead here.

“Is the original Vedic Bodhisattva still dead?” Wukong said with a sigh: “What happened in this Lingshan?”

Although the Vedic Bodhisattva is still glaring, but Wukong has already seen that he has already broken off his life, and the soul has been gone for a long time, leaving only the remnant of the mind, reflecting the void, calling out the strangeness around the space, hiding the great danger, it is Wei Tuo. A fierce thought left after the Buddha’s death.

But when it comes to Wukong, even if the Vedic Bodhisattva is still alive, it is just a smile, let alone a trace of thoughts.

Wukong can see something from this remnant, through the eyes of the dead Vedic Bodhisattva, Wukong saw an indescribable black shadow, coming on the face, the Vedic remnant in the Vedic only came Leaving a dying roar, in the blink of an eye, he died on the spot and was killed by the man.

Nothing to fight back.

Until now, the silkworm is still roaring: “Serma…”

“Was the Vedic Bodhisattva is here! So what is the Indigo Bodhisattva?” Wukong walked a few more steps, and saw another Bodhisattva Bodhisattva, the Indigo Bodhisattva, who was named after the Vedic Bodhisattva.

Not only the Indigo Bodhisattva, but also the beautiful sound, the Sanskrit, the Tiangu, the sigh, the sigh, the sigh, the thunder, the teacher, the sigh, the sigh, the voice, the Buddha, the virtue, the wide eye, the eye Eighteen guardians of the Blue Law, such as listening, observing, and traversing, all died in front of the Great Thunder Sound Temple.

What Wukong just saw under the steps is their shadow.

The Great Thunder Sound Temple is closed, Wukong stands in front of the door, looking at each and everyone or face, or die without a whole corpse, all standing to exhaust the dead blue god, look at the face and look The lifeless Indigo Bodhisattva is completely imaginable. After the man killed Wei Tuo, the Indigo Bodhisattva came to resist and was killed by him.

The rest of the law, Indigo, arrived, but only saw the back of the man. They closed the gate of Leiyin Temple and tried to guard the Great Thunder Sound Temple. They guarded the Indigo Bodhisattva golden, but they were later killed by the Great Thunder. Sound Temple doorway.