Chapter 857

It's a wonderful feeling.

Anyang felt that he was walking under the ground and flying above the clouds. Sometimes his body was wet and cold as if it was covered by water. Occasionally, the slight weightlessness even gave him the illusion that he was breaking away from the gravity.

All of a sudden, he seems to have hit something.

"Boom..."

The sense of impact was transmitted to him at the first moment, and then came the sense of delay as if rushing into the mire and the sense of turbulence as if entering the chaotic airspace.

That kind of lag is not slow, but a kind of discomfort caused by all aspects of body function failure. Turbulence is not shaking, but the shaking of people up and down hundreds of meters in the air, challenging the collapse limit of people.

Anyang finally knows why Bailong specially reminds him, because this kind of turbulence, even with his current strength, is likely to be unbearable. If he is an ordinary person, he may not be able to use his body for a second because of various pressures!

Fortunately, Bailong didn't deceive you either. This feeling is only a moment. Just rush out of the array.

I don't know how long it took to fly. After that, he didn't have the concept of time. He just felt that the speed of moving gradually slowed down, and he finally got down to earth.

Before we can fully appreciate the peace of mind brought by this stability, a wind with a slight fishy smell of salt and humidity will blow on his face, blowing his hair and skirt, especially cool. At the same time, there was a clattering wave in his ear, which gradually became clear from obscurity. His five senses seemed to be gradually recovering.

As the white light faded, he opened his eyes and found himself standing on the edge of the cliff. In front of him was the boundless sea. One step forward, he would step into the air and fall into the sea.

the sea is not to mind taking the trouble from the deep blue to the pale blue, but the cool green fruit is seen near the bank. The sea is blown up by the wind, and repeatedly pat the cliff wall and splash white foam like waves.

But unlike the softness of the far view, it is very powerful in the near view. The big wave, with its great momentum, shot at the cliff. It was fast and fierce, making a loud explosion like a shell!

"The power of the sea..."

Anyang breathes the sea air and stares at the cliffs which may be ten meters high under his feet. The foam brought by the waves can even splash on him. Then he stares at it silently.

The ability of level 6 demon body can be called rebellious. Although he dare not challenge what kind of existence can kill himself, the little discomfort of his body will soon recover. In an instant, he began to look at the coast, and then he touched a peephoscope to see it.

There seems to be a general map of the universe on it. I wonder if the object has the ability to show the map of the universe if the person found is in the heaven.

As far as mortals are concerned, the four continents are almost the whole of mortals. Besides, there are many overseas islets. Although some islands can be compared with real America in terms of area, compared with the other four continents, they can only be called overseas islands.

He knows the four continents. He is still in Dongsheng, but he is on the opposite side of Bailong.

Anyang stayed for a while, strictly carrying out the thought that Daoming Taoist said that we can't stay in a place for a long time, and immediately agglomerated white clouds and left on the air.

******************Among the three red dots, the nearest one is the boundary of Dahuang mountain in nanzhanbu island.

There is not much mythological color in this place. The reason why it's called Dahuang mountain is that it's all barren mountains. It stretches into a large area, and it's hard to enter in the March.

Anyang is moving in the direction pointed by the arrow, and its white spot is slowly approaching the red spot. But this is not a map with humanized function after all. When two small dots of different colors almost coincide, at least there are errors of hundreds of miles, which needs to be found slowly by arrows.

Baiyun silently over a mountain, all of a sudden, peering at the sky has been pointing to the front of the arrow turned over.

Anyang immediately came to a sudden stop and looked to the rear.

He saw a mountain hundreds of meters high standing at his feet. There was a temple on the mountain. There was no incense, but it seemed to be cooking. A vertical smoke came out of the chimney.

Anyang tries to fly back again. Just as he flies over the top of the temple, the arrow reverses again.

"It looks like this is it!"

It is beyond his imagination that the precision of the peeping disc can reach such a level. When there is no effective positioning equipment on the target, it can find the target so accurately. Such technology has killed the modern positioning technology for several blocks.

Anyang put away the peeping disk and quietly flew down.

He first fell at the foot of the mountain, then walked up the mossy, damp, narrow steps, like a pilgrim, to the entrance of the temple.

The temple is not dilapidated, but it has obviously been for many years, which can be seen from the gradually weathered gate pillars and the polished stone slab in front of the gate. The two majestic stone lions in front of the gate have accumulated a layer of ash. It was not the dust that fell later, but the result of their own weathering, so the monks dare not wipe it.There are many monks in the temple in troubled times, for example, they can mix food, avoid disasters, and escape the compulsory conscription of the government.

Anyang stepped into the gate of the temple, looked around and walked to the main hall of the temple.

Next to him was a thin old monk in a grey robe, sweeping the dust on the ground with a big broom made of mottled bamboo. There seemed to be nothing on the ground except dust. Inside the gate sat a withered little monk on the bluestone stage, shaking his head with a scripture in his hand.

There is a pear tree in the flower bed. It's summer now. It's full of fruit, but it's not mature yet.

I will look up when I read the Sutra for a while. I stood up and waved to drive away the birds.

There is even an old yellow dog tied in the corner

Anyang approached step by step, and the old monk looked up at him. His eyes were beginning to be muddy. The monk didn't realize it, but the old yellow dog opened his eyes and took a look at him.

When he approached, the monk found him and jumped up in surprise. Then he quickly put his hands together. It seemed that he was not calm. He said, "would you like to ask the benefactor to burn incense or draw lots to repay his wishes?"

Anyang smiled and didn't answer. He also saluted him with his hands folded. He said: "little Shifu can't eat any food himself and has a yellow dog. It's compassionate, so why drive away the sparrow who came to look for food?"

"Ah?" Some of the young monk stayed for a while, and then stammered, "the old yellow dog is often ill and will die of hunger without our care, while the bird is lively and noisy. Even if we drive it away, it will find food in other places. This world is chaotic for people, but not for them. "

"How do you know that there are no birds that are sick or have a bad health? Maybe these birds come to you because they can't catch worms. As a result, they don't eat pears. Instead, they are frightened by your waving sleeves and shouting loudly. They waste a lot of physical strength by running for nothing."

"This..." I can't speak of him.

Anyang just smiled.

It's not a dispute about Buddhism, it's just a dispute about who can speak better than others. He is prepared to ask questions, and the young monk responds in a hurry. It's quite good to have a basis like this. As for stuttering, it's normal. Most people in this era don't have enough conditions to let themselves be spirited from childhood.

"I'm here to find someone." Anyang saluted the little monk again, "and burn incense by the way."

"Good!" I'm happy because most of the incense burners will donate some money. It seems that this man is simple but clean, without patches, and should be in a good family. If you can't help it, you always need to buy two incense sticks - he doesn't seem to have any candles.

It's been a long time since anyone in the temple paid for sesame oil.

Then the monk immediately blamed himself for his idea full of copper smell. He quickly bowed his head and recited the sound of namo Amitabha, and then guided him to say: "please come here, benefactor."

Anyang followed him to worship the Buddha first. He didn't believe in the Buddha and didn't believe in it. He didn't have any obstacles in his mind. Then, under the surprised and ecstatic eyes of the monk, he took out a ingot of white silver and put it into the merit box. It seems that the temple has never thought that someone would give so much money since it was built, so that the ingot of silver could hardly be put into the merit box.

This even shocked the abbot and elders of the temple. A large number of people came out to receive him because of his silver ingot.

But the Abbot's cultivation is very good. Although his face is hot, he doesn't have much desire, but he bows deeply with his hands together in front of him: "there is no Amitabha Buddha in South China. I'm really ashamed. The almsgiver is so generous, but the small temple can't even gather up a decent vegetarian meal, which makes the little monk uneasy."

"You are welcome, master." Anyang said sincerely.

Then he mentioned that he wanted to visit the temple. Naturally, the abbot would not refuse to do so. He was supposed to be accompanied by ordinary monks, but now he accompanied him personally.

The two chatted and walked. According to the old monk, the temple once had a glorious history, but now it's broken, so it still keeps a large scale. The old monk introduced and explained to him as he walked, just like a professional guide. It took them more than an hour to finish their tour of the temple.

There are dozens of monks in the temple, none of whom can live on oil money, so they have opened up wasteland and planted it by themselves. But these years, the wind and rain are not smooth, the drought and waterlogging are changing in different ways, which makes people have a bad life. At most, they just don't starve to death, but their life is not good.

After a walk, I basically finished shopping.

But Anyang's heart is a little heavy.

In this temple, he didn't find any monks who were different from the ordinary people. This is not to say that he had magic power, but that he didn't have any simple people who were calm in heart and calm in temperament.

Even if you want to live in seclusion when fighting against Buddha, you don't need to pretend to see a ingot of silver can't disguise the joyful appearance in this environment covered by Buddhism, right?

He realized a possibility that made people feel heavy inside.

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