Chapter 267

Hold the ancient hall, the lights are always on.

"There are countless beings in this world, and those who participate in creation are like crucian carp crossing the river, but no one has ever been able to truly understand 'cause and effect', which is really sad."

The sleeves of the brocade white robe embroidered with gold thread brushed gently, and the white slender fingers stroked the top of the broad jade table, and took the blue cloud sandalwood copper stove standing on it. Although its voice was light, it spread throughout the whole hall.

A fragrant flower candle was burning in the middle of the copper stove. At this time, it was burnt out, and only half an inch was left.

Suddenly, at the gate of the ancient hall, there was a golden light that was enough to reflect the void, and it slowly condensed into a ethereal and noble bright golden light shadow. After a few moments, the figure completely condensed into essence, and behind it was suspended the meritorious light wheel that illuminated everything, which turned out to be an all powerful arhat venerable.

Just now, the person who spoke slightly raised his head, glanced at the unreachable arhat venerable under the door of the wanzhang hall, put the copper stove back on the jade table, his eyes dimmed a little, but his tone was still flat: "is there even no rules of honor and inferiority on today's holy mountain?"

Hearing this, the light wheel of merit behind the head of the arhat venerable shivered. Between the changes of light and shadow in the sky, he received the Buddhist dharma, and a trace of disdain appeared in his majestic eyes. He said, "it's getting late. I was ordered to come to protect him, and immediately cross the holy mountain with me to the great pole, and go to the great Leiyin temple to see him."

The person who opened his mouth stood up and walked under the wanzhang hall door of the Chi Mi ancient hall, ignoring the arhat venerable on his side, but finally glanced back at the cloud copper stove on the jade table, gently shook the moon white robe sleeve, and directly stepped into the vast light outside the hall door.

Outside the ancient Hall of Chi MI, the walls of the true and false world are illusory and blurred, countless stars rise and fall, and countless Qi causes and effects are interconnected, creating a vast painting as faint as a sea of smoke.

In the inaccessible place outside the painting screen, there are countless such vast painting screen worlds, like insignificant Ganges gravel, piled up layer by layer under the rotating pole around the holy mountain, carrying the unimaginable mysterious world.

Xumi holy mountain.

……

Time flows like a white horse passing through a gap, or for a few hours, or hundreds of thousands of years, or for a moment, the owner of the copper furnace has never returned after all, and this ancient temple is also like a tiny dust, gradually lost in the heavy pole of the rotation of heaven and earth under the holy mountain.

I don't know how long it took, there was a rustling sound gradually, breaking the tranquility of this ancient Buddhist temple.

Under the jade table with the light of Buddha lingering, a soft animal claw was exposed, and then the other claw was stretched out. After a few breaths, a snow-white mouse jumped directly onto the jade table with four claws.

This young mouse has a snow like fur, and its mouth and nose are extremely rare golden. It is very beautiful.

Squeak.

The young mouse walked to the left side of the jade table and stopped on a roll of Buddhist scriptures spread out.

Squeak.

Sanskrit is all over the Sutra, and every word is vaguely suffused with the Buddha light that reflects the soul.

The young mouse tried to reach out its white antler claws to touch the Scripture, but it never found anything. Suddenly, it seemed to smell something and looked up at the copper stove next to the Buddhist Scripture.

On the blue cloud pattern sandalwood copper stove, there is a burnt out fragrant flower candle. Although I don't know how many years have passed, the candle has never been extinguished. This fragrant flower candle is always half an inch left, and let the candle flicker.

Squeak.

The young mouse jumped onto the copper stove and crawled around the fragrant flower candle. The light fragrance spread over its nose, making it subconsciously stretch out its claws, scratch a small piece on the candle, and directly put it into its mouth.

At the same time, the dense Sanskrit text on the volume of Buddhist scriptures has been stripped off one after another, flashing bright and magnificent golden awns, all of which have been branded into the pupil of the young rat.

Between the light of the Buddha, the body of the young mouse gradually increased, and finally condensed into a slender and gentle figure.

The figure looked at the Scriptures in the sea and remained silent for a long time. Finally, he slowly knelt down and bowed down towards the unknown place.

Although the ancient Hall of Chi Mi dominates a small thousand worlds, it is as small as dust in the heavy pole of rotation under the holy mountain. Even if such changes occur here, it has not attracted the attention of any arhat venerable patrolling the border.

As the light of the Buddha slowly dispersed, a pair of delicate white jade hands emerged from the end of the light and shadow.

The golden light scattered on the white jade hand, revealing a white house gauze sleeve with woven stars and beautiful moon. There was an inky jade bracelet around the knuckles of the wrist, and a pair of suede Beijing white jade Jutes hung on the crystal clear white earlobes, which further reflected its appearance of wild geese and sunken fish.

She lowered her eyelids and looked at the bright gold thread looming on the edge of the moon white gauze sleeve. A deep sense of struggle and hesitation appeared in her eyes.

"Well, I am your creation, even if I sacrifice myself for chess."

……

I don't know how long it took, the little thousand world held by the ancient Hall of Chi MI was full of doom, inch by inch shattered and collapsed, and the ancient Buddhist temple also collapsed with it, annihilated in the rotation pole around the holy mountain.

The collapse of this little world is insignificant, and countless creatures in it are even less likely to attract anyone's pity. Except for being recorded by a patrolling arhat venerable, there is no wave at all.

……

Watching music from afar, swinging smoke,

The sound is heard from a distance,

Listen to the heavenly language in the crane driving mountain,

Follow the path and leave the secular dust.

"Although my Luan bird can't compare with the crane, it can also be regarded as a superior spiritual bird," the old Taoist stood on the side of the crown feather of a blue Luan bird, and looked quite complacent. "At this time, being able to practice under such an aura and monopolize a landscape is really a great luck, and the old man is in trouble here."

"Master, this Qi is so precious that one day of practice here is even equivalent to one year of practice outside. Is it really our Mountain Gate in the future?"

"Strange fate of fairy wood"

On the back of the blue Luan bird, several young girls sat on it, their eyes full of excitement and hope.

Hearing this, the old Taoist stared, turned his head sideways and said, "I took you all the way to the white night world. I was born into a rare Qi pulse in thousands of years, and it's time for my Qingxiao gate to return to prosperity!"

One of the girls looked hesitant and hesitated for a long time before she got up and said, "master, this pulse was born in the sky a few days ago, and its scene was like the collapse of heaven and earth. We happened to bump into it, but those local forces in the white night world have never heard anything. This fact is somewhat abnormal."

"Shut up!"

Before the old Taoist priest opened his mouth, another young man in a green robe shouted first, glanced at the girl and said, "the master has been trapped in the realm of returning to the truth for hundreds of years, and now the breakthrough is imminent under the traction of the Qi machine. If we can break into the realm of the divine sea and the spirit within a few days, will we not naturally become powerful disciples?"

"Even if those local forces reacted and came to seize the Qi, the master was already a great power in the spiritual realm of the God sea. At that time, they will compete to win over the master. We can't say we can get rid of the status of casual cultivation, and get addicted to the position of a large sect elder with the master!"

The people of Qingxiao gate are called parade, but in essence, they have no place to settle down at all. Except for the old way of returning to the true realm, the other disciples are all ordinary people who came by the way. Now almost all of them are the cultivation of tracing the mysterious realm, and even the "scattered cultivation" is not worth mentioning.

"Don't make a noise," the old Taoist narrowed his eyes, "there seems to be something carved on that mountain."

The blue Luan bird fell under a green and tall peak, and everyone looked up at the mountain wall.

"Those are two ancient seal characters!"

"Master, what is this word? How can it be carved on the wall of a mountain peak?"

The old Taoist glanced at the noisy disciples, his eyes slightly sinking, and said, "if I am not mistaken, this mountain is not a mountain peak, but a huge stone tablet."

"This mountain range stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles, and the name of this mountain range must be engraved on this huge stone tablet."

The boy who just spoke stepped forward and said, "master, what is the name of this mysterious and magical mountain?"

The old Taoist turned his head and took a deep look at the two ancient words on the mountain wall.

"Empty."