Three thousand six hundred Buddhas on Mount Ling?
Bao Nian Jin Chan Buddha... perhaps it has some special meaning?
Lin Feng didn't pursue the matter further, and instead agreed again: "Okay."
"Please set aside your worldly desires and cross the Tongtian River with this humble monk," Xuanzang said, reaching out to scoop up Lin Feng.
Looking around, everyone else was half-submerged in the water, while Lin Feng and Yuan Qixuan only had their heads above water. If this continued, they would probably be swallowed by the river.
They had walked about a hundred meters, but they were not far from the shore.
"It seems that if I want to go over there, I have to leave something behind." Lin Feng moved slightly, sending away some of his past distracting thoughts. At that moment, his body naturally rose a little, and he took a big step forward.
"Amitabha, please, benefactor." Xuanzang strode forward, his half-face becoming increasingly serene, and Lin Feng, who followed closely behind, also noticed some changes.
At that moment, he seemed to have been cleansed by something, and his whole being became extremely pure.
So pure that there is no anger, no other thoughts, and even the same... peace towards all things, good or bad!
Soon, he and Yuan Qixuan stepped onto the other side. Their eyes revealed the same look as the monks around them as they calmly followed Xuanzang forward.
"Wash away three thousand six hundred afflictions, shed two hundred and six bones, benefactor, after passing this place, you can become a Buddha." Xuanzang invited Lin Feng to walk up the cliff in front of him, to the last checkpoint on the way to Mount Ling, a mountain wall where the bodies of countless monks had turned into dust, and countless monks who had escaped from their bodies with a bit of spiritual light and continued to step onto Mount Ling.
Looking into the distance, it's unlikely that many of the monks climbing the mountain will actually reach the sacred mountain. In the end, they all stop before a group of benevolent Buddha statues, kneeling obediently on the ground, becoming illusory figures, and transforming into a ray of spiritual light in the hands of the Buddhas along the way.
Mount Ling, this Mount Ling must be filled with countless spiritual lights.
After being washed clean and arranged on plates, these clay figures that had come up on their own initiative transformed into the essence of the entire mountain, following the path and the spiritual light flowing upwards, spreading throughout the mountainside.
A sacred mountain that devours people without spitting out the bones.
Lin Feng continued to walk, sending out streams of vital energy along the mountain path to satisfy the Buddhas all over the mountain, and continued walking uphill.
Yuan Qixuan also unleashed streams of energy behind him and followed him up.
Meanwhile, Xuanzang behind them slowly opened his mouth, following them as he inhaled the incredibly delicious essence and caught up with them.
As they entered the main hall, the enormous Buddha, seated amidst a sea of spiritual energy and light, concealed the red light in his eyes, raised his five fingers, and chanted a Buddhist mantra aloud: "Amitabha, the sincerity of you two benefactors is commendable, you should be considered as deities of Mount Ling."
Congratulations to you both.
"Congratulations to the Buddha of Freedom and Wish-Fulfilling Wishes."
"Congratulations on the majestic Lion Buddha."
After two words of congratulations, several junior Arhats presented the two men with robes, which they simply draped over their bodies before quickly leaving.
"Gentlemen, I already know the purpose of your visit. As for the rest, I will take you there. If this matter is successful, it will be comparable to the merit of my journey to the West."
After the Buddha finished speaking, he immediately fell silent.
Lin Feng and Yuan Qixuan didn't even have time to ask anything before Xuanzang pulled them out.
"Gentlemen, this humble monk will take you there now." Xuanzang exerted force with both hands, and Lin Feng and the other man did not resist. They were forcibly dragged away and ran quite a distance.
"He seems very excited?" Yuan Qixuan whispered to Lin Feng.
"More than excited, they probably can't wait for us to arrive..." Before Lin Feng could finish speaking, the three of them had already arrived in front of a large hall next to them.
Taking advantage of the other party letting go, Lin Feng immediately asked the question he hadn't yet asked: "Have you already completed the Journey to the West?"
"Amitabha Buddha, the day this humble monk attained Buddhahood as the Golden Cicada of Precious Recitation, I had already completed my journey to the West. It's just a pity that the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures of Mount Ling are not suitable for the people of the Tang Dynasty." Xuanzang answered as he pushed open the door of the main hall: "However, these scriptures are very suitable for those hypocrites. They are exceptionally pure, and I've heard that the Heavenly Court has already used them to refine elixirs. It's just a pity that these hypocrites cannot understand the scriptures, otherwise..."
Otherwise, they would be the finest clay figures.
Click! The main hall doors opened, and Xuanzang stepped inside, illuminating the hall.
"This is the Mahayana Merit Hall, and also the place where the Buddha preached. The Buddha of Freedom and Wish-Fulfillment only needs to sit on the throne to preach to all sentient beings in the world."
Listening to Xuanzang's introduction, Lin Feng naturally walked in. In an instant, he seemed to see countless energy channels connecting to this place, and at the same time, he saw countless monks sitting here, half flesh and half mud.
These monks all looked different and wore different robes, some even with an exotic flair, but they all shared one thing in common: they were bald.
Lin Feng carefully sensed it and found that it was indeed as Xuanzang had described. Sitting on the throne, one could preach to all Buddhist temples related to Mount Ling. However, using the throne required spiritual energy, and listening to the scriptures also required spiritual energy. Everything was about providing Mount Ling with enough spiritual energy to satisfy their selfish desires.
After a while, Lin Feng stepped forward. This place did meet his needs and could be used to test his ideas.
As for vital energy, there is absolutely no problem.
As he straightened his robe, before he could even speak, his vital energy flowed freely through the robe like a river.
"The Buddha of Freedom and Wish-Fulfillment!"
The monks, who looked like withered trees all around, spoke in unison, and one by one they sat cross-legged, bowed their heads, and prostrated themselves on the ground, bowing to Lin Feng.
"What I am about to say is the Dharma of Freedom and Wish-Fulfillment. Listen carefully..." Lin Feng began, and some unknown voices appeared in their ears, spreading wildly in all directions along with the flow of vital energy.
"You people should be selfish and self-serving in your conduct and actions."
Lin Feng's Buddhist teachings caused some ripples, but the Buddhist monks had no doubts, only curiosity.
“You are independent individuals. What you have belongs only to you. No one else has the right to interfere. Even if it is to be destroyed, you do not need to borrow from others without your consent.”
"Right and wrong don't matter; what matters is that you feel at ease."
He poured a large amount of words into the minds of the monks. There was no special power or anything special about it, but he sent out a large amount of vital energy, which allowed Xuanzang and the monks to have a full meal.
As soon as Lin Feng stepped down, Xuanzang greedily wiped his mouth, stood up from his seat behind the door, and came to Lin Feng's side: "Free and Wish-Fulfilling Buddha, you can come here to teach Buddhism at this time every day."
"Mm." Lin Feng nodded.
"Please, this humble monk will take you to a place to rest."
Xuanzang walked in front, Lin Feng followed behind, and Yuan Qixuan watched as the monks returned to their calm state, then stepped out of the main hall and followed Lin Feng.
As they arrived at the palace complex behind Mount Ling, Xuanzang selected a relatively secluded peak for Lin Feng and Yuan Qixuan before quietly leaving their side.
"How is it?" Yuan Qixuan asked after sensing his surroundings.
"It went more smoothly than I expected," Lin Feng replied. Buddhist teachings were far too simplistic for instilling concepts.
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