Polonimi is not arrogant.
In this heavenly realm, most of the people inhabited by Buddhist monks are different from other heavens.
The terrain here is flat, and every tens of millions of miles or even hundreds of millions of miles, a mountain will be lifted from the ground.
Wandering around on the top of the mountain, I saw clear springs everywhere, clear pools, rivers, lakes everywhere, the ground is full of Kimporo flowers, the water is full of pure green lotus, white lotus, when the breeze blows, the large Bodhi forest faintly shakes, making a lion's roar-like sound.
In the distance due to the North Pole, a series of mountains gradually rise, and the further north they go, the higher and steeper they become.
In the end, a random mountain range is hundreds of thousands of miles high, and the mountain is like a barrier between heaven and earth, cutting off the passage for birds to fly north and return to the south.
When you get here, even the most high-flying golden-winged galenic bird in the nine heavens and ten earths can only look at the peak and sigh, and return helplessly, so this piece of snow mountain that stretches for I don't know how many thousands of miles has a common name of the big snow mountain of Huiyan.
In the boundless snowy mountains, Sanskrit singing is faint everywhere, and from time to time you can see two or three thatched eaves exposed in the cracks of the mountain and on the top of the mountain, and one or two beams and pillars are picked out.
There are many moral people who don't know how many Buddhism live here, and no one can tell how many amazing people there are.
In the boundless wind and snow, sometimes the ragged ascetic can be seen with his hands folded, proclaiming all his supernatural powers, walking and struggling purely in the wind that is enough to blow gold and iron into pieces.
The wind and snow brought sharp blood streaks on their bodies, but these ascetics had a heart as strong as a stone, and were not at all shaken by the pain of the flesh.
High in the sky, there are golden dragons flying vigorously; In the slightly lower clouds, monks with shiny scalps can be seen flying through the clouds; On the mountain, the golden lion can occasionally be seen roaring in the sky; At the edge of the deep valley stream, it can be seen that the three or five novices are carrying the tiger spirit ape to draw water and firewood.
Fiercely, there was a reckless monk who practiced Buddhism's Vajra demon subjugation supernatural powers, suddenly rose, rose up with divine power to lift that mountain, and ran happily for tens of thousands of miles on his shoulders.
So a large area of mountains shook, and I can't tell you where one or two Zen sticks flew up from the high mountain and deep valley, and smashed them all at such a reckless monk, so that his bald head was covered with blue and indigo flesh bumps.
In the deepest part of the Great Snow Mountain, surrounded by hundreds of mountains that pierce the sky like a blade, there is a pool of water with a radius of thousands of miles, which is not icy in ancient times, and you can blow the wind and snow one after another, but this pool of water is always steaming with a faint heat, giving birth to the vitality of the ocean.
There are golden carp migrating in the pond, there are dragons dancing, there are lotus root coils, and there are lotus flowers blooming; On the water of the pond, there are white cranes flying around, there are parrots chasing and frolicking around with orchids, there are galenic birds flying lightly like singing, and there are bald little nuns holding the boat and sailing slowly, leisurely picking lotus canopies, digging out lotus root belly, picking lotus flowers and lotus leaves to worship the Buddha.
On the west side of the waterhole, there is a grassland of more than 10,000 acres, full of golden grass as thin as silk.
This golden grass grows a little long, and it falls to the ground like silk, no matter how the lake breeze blows, it will not be chaotic at all.
The herbs also exude a faint sandalwood fragrance, which has the magical effect of purifying the mind and expelling demons.
The north and south sides of the meadow are full of golden silk bodhi wood that several people hug together, this bodhi wood is golden and shining, the wind blows the trees, the leaves hit each other, and there is a crisp sound of gold and iron hitting, which is obviously not an extraordinary species.
In the Bodhi Forest, the grass is sparsely dotted with nearly 100 thatched houses.
The thatched hut is made of Bodhi branches as beams and covered with golden silk grass on the ground, although it is simple, it has its own natural interest.
The sound of Sanskrit singing continued to float out from these thatched houses, and its sound went straight up to nine days, turning into a large piece of golden light and pouring down, just protecting this land for thousands of miles, making this group of mountains package out of thin air There is a cave blessed land, not like the cold scene of ice and snow outside the mountain.
In one of the thatched houses, Fuya, dressed in coarse cloth and with long black hair tied up in a bun on her head, sat on a futon, squinting her eyes and reciting the Diamond Sutra without a sound.
She was reciting Buddhist scriptures in her mouth, but it was the Taiyin True Sutra that Gu Xichen taught her back then.
There was a golden glow shining behind her head, and it was obvious that Buddhism and Zen Gong had also been deeply cultivated.
But looking at the abnormal appearance of the white qi rising around her body, it can be seen that her cultivation of the Taiyin True Sutra is better than this Buddhist Zen Skill, I don't know how much.
He was half-heartedly cultivating when a slight sound of footsteps suddenly sounded on the grass outside.
Fu Yaming's eyes widened slightly, and she snorted coldly: "Who?"
A crisp and delicate voice came in: "Uncle Xiaoshi, it's my disciple." ” After a moment of silence, Fu Yaming collected the Taiyin exercises, and a bright green glow rolled up in her body, covering a body of Taoist immortal power firmly, but there was no leakage at all.
The golden light behind her head was magnificent, and her body overflowed with a strong Zen aura of Buddhism, but it was so drumming that the grass and silk were fluttering one by one.
"Is Mingxin coming in" grabbed the wooden pestle beside him and gently knocked it on a black iron wooden fish with a diameter of nearly two feet in front of him, making a high-pitched and loud roar, and Fu Yaming snorted softly.
A little nun with red lips and white teeth, who was delicate and had three or five colors, walked in with a basket made of purple bamboo with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.
Respectfully kowtowing to Fu Yaming, the little nun Mingxin carefully placed the purple bamboo basket in front of Fu Yaming: "This is the golden silk bodhi seed picked this year, one grain of million-year climate, nine grains of 100,000-year climate, and 300 grains of 10,000-year climate." ” Fuya nodded quietly, and she asked lightly, "Is there anything else?"
The little nun of Mingxin glanced at Fu Yaming in fear, and prayed in a low voice: "Also, there are disciples who got a piece of immaculate divine mud a few days ago, I don't know if the little master and uncle are free, can they be disciples for disciples."
A smile appeared on Fu Yaming's clear face, she reached out and stroked the bare head of the little nun Mingxin, and said with a smile: "Do you want a sword, or some other weapon?"
Mingxin's little nun sneered, and said busily: "I know that the little master's uncle's kung fu refining is unique in the world, disciple, anything is fine."
Fu Ya Ming bowed slightly, she patted the little nun's bald head, and said with a smile: "It's okay, bring the Innocent Divine Mud" The little nun hurriedly took out a piece of flawless glass from her sleeve, which looked like a piece of molten glass, and handed it to Fu Yaming.
This piece of unsullied divine mud is only the size of a fist, but it weighs 10,000 catties, and it is a refining artifact that Buddhist disciples can't ask for.
After taking the immaculate divine mud, Fuya stretched the sleeves of her robe and drove the little nun out of her house.
Pointing a little towards the door of the thatched house, the formless and colorless Buddha gate blocked the void around the thatched house without moving the Vajra prohibition, and the faint Sanskrit chant sounded in the void, and even the ground within a radius of the thatched house became hundreds of times stronger than King Kong.
After picking up the Innocent Divine Clay and throwing it aside, Fu Yaming first opened the purple bamboo basket and glanced at the Bodhi seed inside.
A million-year-old golden silk bodhi seed is no more than the size of a thumb, and its appearance is the same as that of an ordinary bodhi seed, but it contains a bright golden light, and a faint halo like water waves rises from it.
This million-year-old climatic golden silk bodhi seed is a supreme treasure for Buddhist monks below the top grade of the Daluo Golden Immortal, and one grain can increase the power of the twelve Yuan Hui.
In the holy land of Buddhism where Buddhist disciples such as Huiyan Snow Mountain gather, this million-year-old climate golden silk bodhi seed only appears two or three grains every million years, and the one in front of him is already the sixth grain that Fu Yaming has obtained in the past 10,000 years.
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The golden silk Bodhi with a climate of 100,000 years can raise the mana of Buddhism of a Yuan Hui; The golden silk bodhi seed with a 10,000-year climate can enhance the mana of Buddhism for 18,000 years.
If a basket full of golden silk bodhi seeds falls into the eyes of other Buddhist disciples, no matter if you cultivate your heart like stagnant water and your body like dead wood, I am afraid that you will have to pull out the precept knife to block the road and rob.
Glancing coldly at this basket of precious golden silk bodhi seeds, Fu Ya Ming suddenly sneered: "Old nun, take these things, you want me to be your close disciple wholeheartedly, you also underestimate me Fu Ya Ming" With a chill in her eyes, Fu Yaming opened her mouth and sucked a basket of Bodhi seeds into her abdomen, allowing it to slowly transform into her own Buddhist Zen power.
She grabbed the Innocent Divine Mud beside her, weighed the weight of this Divine Mud slightly, and casually pinched off nine-tenths of the Pure Divine Mud and incorporated it into her sleeve.
His brows furrowed slightly, thinking back to the training methods of some of the Buddhist Sect Treasures in the Heavenly Weapon Collection that Gu Evil Dust had taught him, and then thinking about the special surname of the Innocent Divine Mud, Fu Yaming took out dozens of rare innate materials.
This Poloni is not arrogant, and like the rest of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, there are countless treasures of all kinds of heaven and earth, but it lacks innate materials.
The dozens of innate materials that Fu Yaming casually took out, if they were only in terms of value, they were far superior to the piece of innocent divine mud of the little nun with a clear heart.
However, Fu Yaming was responsible for mining innate materials back then, and the innate materials in her hands were piled up, and she didn't care about this consumption.
Seven and forty-nine days later, Fu Yaming's thatched hut suddenly flourished with golden light, the sound of Sanskrit singing soared into the sky, a golden dragon with a long chant that shook the sky soared into the sky, writhing and flying in the void for a while, and only after a while turned into a pale golden Zen staff six feet long and floated above the thatched house.
The little nun who had been waiting outside the reed was in ecstasy, just looking at the majesty of this Zen staff, she knew that this was a rare Buddhist treasure.
Tianlong has the magic power to deter the demons, and it is also powerful and strong, and it is one of the eight Buddhist protectors, this Zen staff can show the shape of an open-air dragon, and it is obvious that Fu Ya Ming has sealed a powerful Zen secret mantra in it, so it is so powerful.
Respectfully kowtowed a few times to the thatched house, and the little nun reached out to the Zen staff, and the Zen staff turned into a golden light and fell into her hand.
Fu Yaming drank softly, and the little nun ran away with the Zen staff.
There were nuns in more than a dozen thatched huts near and far, but they were all alarmed by the movement that Fu Yaming had just made.
Some female nuns glanced at this side for a few moments, and then turned back to the thatched house to cultivate on their own.
The other nuns looked at the thatched house where Fu Yaming was with complicated expressions, and they didn't know what they were thinking.
After a while, a middle-aged black-clothed nun took two steps towards the thatched house where Fu Yaming was, but shook her head and walked back, and went straight back to the thatched house to chant and cultivate.
Several other nuns also frowned when they looked at the movements of the black-clothed nuns, and turned around and walked into their own thatched house.
There was only one young nun wearing a jade-white monk's robe, her scalp shining with jade light, but she gave birth to a beautiful posture and looked at Fu Ya Ming for a long time, and finally walked towards Fu Ya Ming.
There were still a hundred steps away from Fu Yaming's thatched house, and a misty golden light suddenly erupted in front of the nun, and a soft and overwhelming force surged in front of her, pushing the nun's body back a few steps.
The white-clothed nun smiled faintly, and she shouted softly: "Why does the little junior sister refuse to be thousands of miles away, isn't it that the poor monk is such a wicked person?"
In the thatched house, Fuya frowned, squinted her eyes and thought for a while, before she said coldly: "What's the matter?"
While asking questions and answers with the white-clothed nuns, Fuya spewed out a cloud of Taiyin Xuanyan and the Buddha's Demon Suppression Golden Flame in her palm, Taiyin Xuanyan condensed the immaculate divine mud more and more refined, and the Demon Suppression Golden Flame continued to inject the powerful Buddha Gate secret spells into this cloud of immaculate divine mud.
Right in front of her, there was an octagonal thirteen-story golden exquisite pagoda floating, with countless images of the Buddha on it, and huge fluctuations of Buddha power poured out from the pagoda like a tsunami, but it did not roll up a single dust and sand in the thatched house.
Fuya swallowed her vitality, her mind continued to merge with this golden exquisite pagoda, and the refined immaculate divine mud in her palm also turned into a little rain of light and integrated into the pagoda.
The white-clothed nun outside the house held her breath and took a step forward with great strength.
It seems to be a small step, but the figure of the nun suddenly approached the thatched house of Fu Yaming.
Nun smiled slightly with a smug smile: "Naturally, I want to talk to my sister and sister."
My sister hasn't lifted the ban yet."
Fuya's pretty face was cold, the movements of her hands suddenly became a little faster, and she said coldly: "If you have to invite, senior sister doesn't even understand this truth."
There is a faint Buddha light in dozens of thatched houses near and far, and the nuns who are cultivating in the thatched houses are all peeping at the movement here with the eyes of the Buddha.
The nun in white closed her eyes and stared, and only after a full day and a night did she laugh softly: "Everyone is their own family, what is it to care about like this" With a finger swipe towards the void in front of her, an extremely faint golden light shot out, and the nun in white suddenly rushed forward like a fish in the water, and suddenly approached the main gate of the thatched house.
But at this point, the Immovable Vajra Prohibition under Fuya's Shadow Shot is also where it is the most powerful.
The void in front of the nun suddenly descended a golden Buddha light with a strong sandalwood fragrance, which was extremely magnificent, although it was only a thin layer, it seemed to be able to isolate this heaven and earth.
The nun's face was solemn, and she shouted in a low voice: "The little junior sister is so cultivated, I didn't expect the little junior sister to clutch the Buddha's light to reach such a realm." ” Sighing lightly, the nun said in a deep voice: "It's just 10,000 years, and the little junior sister is actually about to catch up with the supernatural mana that I have to wait for countless Yuan Hui penances, which makes us senior sisters, how can we be embarrassed."
Inside the thatched house, Fu Yaming has integrated all the immaculate divine mud into the Linglong Pagoda.
Her fingers moved rapidly, and she continued to punch the Taiyin Divine Scripts and the Buddha's Gate Forbidden Mantra into the pagoda, striving to completely seal the power of the Innocent Divine Mud into the pagoda.
Listening to the words of the white-clothed nun Ruoruo, Fu Yaming sneered: "If the senior sister is envious and jealous, don't take out the names of the other senior sisters together.
Fuya has always respected other senior sisters. ” After sneering a few times, Fu Ya Ming scolded: "Senior sister has countless Yuan Hui to have this kind of cultivation now, whether Fu Ya's cultivation speed is too fast, or Senior Sister's cultivation speed is too slow, this is worth taking the school exam."
The white-clothed nun's face changed slightly, and she frowned and said: "Why is there always thorns in the words of the senior sister, could it be that the proposal of the senior sister thousands of years ago still makes the senior sister angry, but the senior sister is also kind."
Took out a string of thumb-sized golden beads from her sleeve and strung the Buddha beads, the white-clothed nun raised the Buddha beads and waved them in front of the prohibition, and the eighteen Bodhisattva virtual images flashed faintly in the golden light, and the prohibition under the Fuya cloth was immediately dissolved, and the white-clothed nun walked into her thatched house in one step.
Fu Yaming's face was cold, and her right hand designated the thirteen-story exquisite pagoda in front of her, and she looked at the white-clothed nun coldly and shouted: "What does Senior Sister mean by this?"
The white-clothed nun sat down cross-legged in front of Fu Yaming with a little pride, she looked at Fu Yaming's cold and clear water face and smiled: "Why should the little junior sister ask knowingly, it is still the same proposal a thousand years ago, since the little junior sister is a cultivator, it is better to marry the younger brother of the senior sister, but we will be closer in the future."
Looking at the nun in white coldly for a while, Fu Yaming turned the exquisite pagoda into a golden light and disappeared into her eyebrows, and suddenly hooked her finger at the nun in white: "Is this so, senior sister, listen to me closely" The white-clothed nun was startled, and then she was happy, she held the Buddha beads in her hand tightly, and smiled in front of Fu Yaming and smiled: "What does the senior sister say?"
Fu Yaming suddenly had a fist-sized Buddhist Sect Divine Thunder in her hand, and she pressed the divine thunder on the face of the white-clothed nun, and then brazenly detonated the divine thunder.
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This golden Buddha Gate Divine Thunder is a treasure that was refined by the old nun with no surname and given to Fuya's body, which is extremely powerful, and it is also a treasure that can be recharged and used repeatedly.
The power of the thunder light is probably equivalent to the full force of the mid-grade Da Luo Jin Immortal.
With a muffled sound, the thunder exploded on the door of the nun, and the nun in white immediately howled miserably, and was blown out of the thatched house.
The Dharma is mysterious, and such a huge power exploded, but it only acted on the white-clothed nun, and not even a single grass in the thatched house was not alarmed.
When the white-clothed nun approached Fuyaming, she already had a precaution in her heart, so she held the golden Buddha bead tightly.
But even if the golden Buddha bead is also a rare Buddhist treasure, but the divine thunder launched by Fu Yaming, after all, is a demon subduing talisman treasure refined by the old nun with no surname, the golden Buddha bead dissolves the power of the thunder light, and the remaining two percent of the power is still blown up to the white-clothed nun The face is scorched, and half of the face is blown to pieces.
Fortunately, Buddhism Zen Gong is the best at defense and the most able to save the living, and the nun in white endured the pain and did something, and condensed a large piece of clear spring out of thin air and sprinkled it on the wound, and the injury on the door immediately healed. suffered this big loss for no reason, and the nun in white jumped to her feet angrily and roared: "Fu Yaming, you are so rude" A cold light flashed in Fuya's eyes, and she scolded sharply: "Who is the presumptuous rudeness, since you know that your so-called brother is not a weapon, all these years, you are not welcome here, get out" After all, she has been the empress for so many years, Fu Ya Ming was angry, and added a little bit of imperial evil to the majestic treasure of the Buddha Gate out of thin air, and the white-clothed nun was drunk by Fu Yaming, and she actually felt a chill in her heart, and she didn't dare to be wordy, so she obediently retreated to the side.
Fu Yaming put away the divine thunder in her hand, drooped her eyelids and thought for a while, and suddenly sighed lowly.
"You conscienceless guy, are you dead or alive, if you are dead, why is the natal god card you left here with me not broken?"
"If you live, more than 10,000 years, why don't you come to me" Taking a deep breath, Fu Yaming whispered: "Old nun with no surname, when I surpass you in cultivation one day, I must turn you back to the Great Snow Mountain into ashes."
With both hands clenched, a golden glow rose from the ground, wrapping the thatched cottage in it.
The nun, who had withdrawn hundreds of feet away, looked at the thatched house covered by the golden glow with a shy face, she suddenly stomped her foot and cursed a few words fiercely.
After looking down and thinking for a while, the nun in white suddenly laughed proudly.
"Fuyaming, you are less proud.
I don't believe it, I persuaded my father to come to the door in person to say goodbye, and the master respected her for not giving this face."
"Who told you to just lead the practice, and when you marry the poor monk's younger brother, your miraculous refining methods will not become the thing in my Xuantian Palace."
Thinking of the smugness, the nun in white simply smiled like a flower.
After a few glances at some other thatched houses around, a cloud of white clouds flew up under the feet of the nun, and she triumphantly penetrated the endless wind on the Great Snow Mountain of Huiyan, turning into a little golden light and quickly flying towards the south of the Great Snow Mountain.
Buddhism Zen Gong has its subtleties, the nun in white seems to be flying slowly, but in an instant, it is a trillion miles away.
After flying for half a month, the nun in white finally arrived in a bright landscape.
This side of the landscape is dotted with thousands of gorgeous palace pavilions, and the purple air above the palace is faint, but it is a rare Taoist gateway in the paradise of Poloni.
This is the Xuantian Palace, where the leader of the Taoist forces of Polonimi is not arrogant.
As soon as she arrived at the gate of the Xuantian Palace, the white-clothed nun met a group of about 10,000 people who flew out of the palace of Xuantian.
She hurriedly asked, knowing that it was her eldest nephew who was looking for someone for a red woman, and the nun in white didn't take it seriously, so she hurriedly said a few words to her eldest nephew, and hurriedly flew into the Xuantian Palace.
After a few days, a purple glow flew up in the Xuantian Palace, and the Xuantian Palace Lord led most of the important people under the door to fly towards the Yanda Snow Mountain.
The tens of thousands of immortals who accompanied them carried a huge amount of treasures, but they proposed to the old nun with no surname.
To be continued: