Chapter 80: Buddhist disciple Huiyuan
"This is Lingshan, the most sacred place in the Buddhist world." Yu Yao introduced softly from the side.
"Lingshan is not very wide, but it is high enough. All Buddhist disciples can live on Lingshan. However, the more profound the Buddhist teachings, the higher the place they live.
"There is a stairway in each of the four directions of Lingshan, namely the path of faith, the path of cultivation, the path of Buddha, and the path of discussion. These correspond to the paths for believers to worship Buddha, the paths for other cultivators to ascend the mountain, the paths for Buddhist disciples, and the paths for those who want to challenge the Buddhist world.
Zhou Zhilu was stunned when he heard this. A city built around a mountain inhabited by gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas was truly magical.
The three of them were walking in a city in the Buddhist world. There was a river running east-west through the city, and the river was full of blooming lotus flowers.
On the banks of the river, foreigners of all kinds can be seen everywhere.
"Groot?!"
Zhou Zhilu exclaimed when he saw a walking tree man, causing the other party to look confused.
Yu Yao explained softly, "These are the Wood Spirits who live in the western forest. It's said that they were all born from a single tree and can easily live to be over five hundred years old."
Then he looked at a tall man on the street and said, "That's the Mountain Giant Clan, a race that lives in the mountains southwest of the Song Dynasty.
"And the one with six arms is from the Shura tribe, a foreign race that lives in the Buddhist world. The entire tribe believes in Buddhism, and everyone in the tribe is very good at fighting."
Under Yu Yao's introduction, the three of them came to a tower in the Buddhist world.
There is a plaque above the tower that reads "Luo Ming Forge".
Inside the tower, the ground next to the door was piled with black parts like a hill, which looked very delicate.
Zhou Zhilu picked one up curiously and examined it. Fusu, who was standing beside him, said after looking at it, "These are the basic parts of the formation. Judging from the pattern... I guess they are all part of a set. One on its own is useless."
After showing the Yu family token, a man walked out of the tower.
But it is not quite appropriate to call him a human. He was wearing light armor and gloves on his hands. The only thing exposed was his head, which was a ball of white mist.
The white mist swayed slightly like a flame, and two black eyes were looming in the white mist.
Zhou Zhilu was stunned. This was the ancient Wu Luo tribe.
"Uncle Ming, long time no see. How are you feeling lately?"
Yu Yao asked kindly and introduced to everyone that this person was Luo Ming, the famous forging master of the ancient Wu Luo tribe.
Luo Ming smiled and said, "My health is still the same. How about you? Is there anything you want to talk to me about?"
Yu Yao told the other party about the black spiritual energy, hoping that he could help analyze this spiritual energy and see what it was.
Luo Ming looked at the jade bottle filled with spiritual energy in his hand and said with some embarrassment: "Well... okay, but I've been quite busy recently, and there are still a lot of formation parts that haven't been completed... I'll find time to help you with them."
After thanking them, everyone left the forge.
Originally, Zhou Zhilu wanted to go to the Fuyesi branch of the Buddhist world first, but Yu Yao suggested visiting the largest pagoda in the Buddhist world.
Fusu and Wu'an naturally agreed wholeheartedly, and Zhou Zhilu had no choice but to go with them.
The largest pagoda in the Buddhist world has thirty-seven floors and is located on one side of Lingshan Mountain. The octagonal tower looks quite magnificent from a distance.
There are countless lifelike Buddha statues carved on the pagoda, but Zhou Zhilu can no longer be sure whether they are carved stones or individual Buddhist disciples.
"Why is it sealed off?" Zhou Zhilu looked around the pagoda in confusion and asked at a pond sealed with black cloth.
"This..." Yu Yao thought about it, but couldn't get an answer.
At this moment, a gentle voice suddenly came from the side: "That thing contains spiritual fluid. We will use it to open the pagoda in the future. It is sealed to prevent anyone from seeing it and becoming greedy."
The four looked in the direction of the sound and saw a gentle young monk standing by, his eyes as clear as flowers, looking at everyone with a faint smile.
"May I ask what your name is, Master?" Zhou Zhilu asked.
"Amitabha, I am Huike, nice to meet you, benefactor." The young monk replied in a gentle voice.
"Master Huike, do you mean there is a pond full of spiritual liquid here?" Zhou Zhilu asked in astonishment.
Although the spiritual liquid itself is the product of spiritual energy compressed to the extreme, it is not that rare or valuable if you really count it.
But Zhou Zhilu had never seen so much spiritual liquid before, so he was afraid that many people would be jealous. No wonder it was covered up.
Just as everyone was communicating, Huike suddenly frowned. He saw a man sneaking by the pond, trying to steal the sealed spiritual liquid.
Just as Hui Ke was about to step forward to stop him, a voice suddenly roared from the sky: "Where did this traitor come from? How dare you touch the spiritual liquid of my pagoda!"
Then he saw a young monk with a frosty face coming quickly from the air. A golden light flashed in his hand, and a big hand appeared and slapped the man.
The man was so scared that he turned around and ran away, but how could he outrun the young man's attack? He was about to be beaten into a pulp by a palm.
Huike quickly waved his sleeves to block it, and the same golden palm was sent out. The two palms collided and blew the fleeing man away, but it also gave him a chance to escape.
The young monk appeared before the crowd with an unhappy look on his face. He glared at Huike and asked, "Brother Huike, what do you mean by this?"
Hui Ke clasped his hands together and bowed, saying, "Amitabha, I'm honored to meet you, Senior Brother Hui Yuan. I'm afraid that palm strike you just now could have taken his life. He was just a petty thief who failed to succeed. This is far too serious."
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