Chapter 559： The endless Buddha kingdom, the demon comes to the world

At the same time, on a global scale, things such as the Baicao Demon are endlessly emerging, and many exotic animals that have long been extinct in the world have also begun to appear.

There are also many characters that should only appear in myths and legends, and they have begun to show signs.

Whether it is a warrior or a cultivator, as long as it is a person of insight, a big change seems to be brewing between heaven and earth.

northwest.

On the vast grassland.

Mingma Zhuoma is driving the sheep in the monastery and grazing on the grassland.

As a shepherdess, her duty is to herd sheep for Dacheng Temple.

The sky on the grassland is like a huge gem, blue and clear.

The breeze passed, and the grassland undulated like waves.

Such a view always makes people happy.

Mingma Zhuoma couldn't help but began to sing.

The unsculpted voice is simple and loud, and the grazing sheep looks up from time to time and seems to be listening carefully.

Only the golden dome of Dacheng Temple in the distance is shining with golden light that has not changed for a thousand years.

At this moment, Mingma Zhuoma saw two figures slowly approaching in the distant sky.

It seemed to be far away at first, but in a blink of an eye, the two of them had already come close.

Mingma Zhuoma stared blankly.

These are two monks.

The one who walked in the forefront was extremely thin, with his left shoulder bare, his face resembling a Buddha statue, and a smile of compassion forever.

A fat monk followed, Baoxiang solemn.

The two of them walked slowly, seemingly very slow, but they arrived in a flash.

As a shepherdess who believes in Buddhism, Mingma Dolma knelt down and bowed after seeing the two monks.

"Honorable monk, where did you come from?" Mingma Dolma said respectfully.

The skinny monk stopped, glanced at Mingma Dolma, and then smiled slightly.

"I come from the Buddha country, and save the world!"

Mingma Zhuoma was stunned, and then began to tremble uncontrollably.

Because she found that although the thin monk stood on the ground, his feet were half an inch in the air.

There is a cloud in the Buddhist scriptures. Those who have attained the status of Arahant will have compassion for ants and insects, and keep their feet on the ground during walking to prevent stepping.

Mingma Zhuoma has naturally heard this legend, but she didn't expect to see this mysterious scene with her own eyes today.

The admiration for the eminent monk's great virtue made her kowtow more than that, and she choked with tears: "Disciple pays homage to the great virtue!"

With a charity smile on his face, the skinny monk stretched out his big skinny hand and gently rubbed the top of Mingma Dolma's head.

"Idiot!"

Mingma Zhuoma was trembling all over, her face showing ecstasy.

Because in the legend of the grassland people, being able to win the top of the monk and Dadema can eliminate countless karma.

After a while, the skinny monk released his hand, smiled, and walked towards the Dacheng Temple as if walking on the wind.

Mingma Dolma had a dull face, knelt and climbed a few steps, buried her face deeply on the grass where the monk had walked, and kissed the footprints left behind.

This is the highest etiquette and respect for the great virtue.

But when Mingma Zhuoma raised his head again, the simplicity and agility in his eyes had disappeared, becoming so empty.

Dacheng Temple is the holy place of grassland Buddhism, with a history of a thousand years.

When Venerable Kuchan came to the door, several monks guarding the door stepped forward and blocked the way.

"Fellow initiates, please return! This is the land of grassland Buddhism!"

Venerable Kuzen dressed up differently from Buddhists on the grassland, so he was discouraged by these guard monks.

Venerable Kuchan's face remained unchanged, with an eternal smile, and then stepped inside.

These monks just wanted to stop.

A golden light appeared on the fat monk standing behind, deterring all these guard monks.

Venerable Kuchan had already walked into the courtyard at this moment, raised his head and glanced at the Buddha's golden body in the hall, and said lightly.

"Here, let me sit now!"

Following his voice, this tall and majestic statue of Buddha showed a trace of sorrow, as if pitying the world, and then heard the sound of clicking.

Cobweb-like fine lines appeared on this golden body, and then burst into pieces.

Such a huge movement naturally alarmed the monks in Dacheng Temple.

The presiding officer of Dacheng Monastery is Dorje Rinpoche, who has guarded the place for more than 40 years and is known as Manjushri's return.

He originally meditated in a quiet room.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes with a dignified look on his face, then stood up silently, and put on the young monk's clothes he wore when he first entered Dacheng Temple.

He stood silent for a moment at the portrait of Manjushri on the wall, and then smiled slightly.

"Sure enough, this calamity is still here, I'll go one step ahead!"

As he said, a pair of clear, youthful eyes burned with the light of Buddha, picked up the rosary, slowly opened the door, and walked away.

When he left, a teardrop slowly fell from the portrait on the wall.

I don't know whether it is the sadness of Dorje Rinpoche's death or the difficulty of compassion for the world.

It's the day.

A monk who claimed to be a Buddhist monk suddenly appeared in the Dacheng Temple, and the Buddha's thousand-year golden body was shattered.

Dorje Rinpoche’s training was burned out, and he sat on the spot.

The thousand-year foundation of Dacheng Temple has been completely destroyed since then.

And a doctrine known as the endless Buddha kingdom is spreading on the grassland.

And in the borderland of the extreme west of Country M.

A desolate valley is filled with evil and strange symbols with blood everywhere.

Countless people in black cloaks were worshiping a pool of blood.

At the same time, people were constantly being killed, and the blood drained into the blood pool.

at last.

The blood in the blood pool gradually boiled, and the rising blood mist formed all sorts of weird images.

In the end, the image turned into an extremely ferocious behemoth, and then opened its blood basin and swallowed most of the people kneeling below.

Amid the screams, the giant beast grinned and chewed.

Then the endless blood turned into blood and filled the body of this behemoth Finally, a light that was darker than the night and exuding endless evil aura appeared in the world.

For a time there was thunder in the sky, and the ghosts and gods cried out in the four fields.

With a loud bang.

A huge thunder fell.

But those symbols made of blood resisted most of the power.

The black mang was only slightly injured, and after a period of wriggling, it returned to normal, and then the black mang gradually condensed into a human form.

After a while, he became a man with an extremely evil face.

When the man slowly opened his eyes.

The clouds in the sky receded.

An incomparably powerful demon aura soared into the sky, covering the light of the stars and moon.

The demon comes to the world, the sun and the moon are dark!

Under the magic light, within a hundred miles, the plants, insects and ants were all dead, and the mighty vitality of life surged like a river, all absorbed by this man.

The rest of the believers worshipped with excitement.

"Congratulations to the young demon!"

The man gradually showed a wicked smile, and then he burst into laughter.

"Here, I finally came!"