Chapter 137

Snow, Kunlun mountain.

The pilgrimage has fallen. There are not many believers who still believe in Vajrayana.

Instead of preaching the power of the Dharma king, people began to preach the mercy of Bodhisattva Lu Yuan. New temples have been built, and Bodhisattva tablets and statues have begun to spread among herdsmen's tents.

Today, the saint has set foot on the holy Road, and the people in the snow area along the way have seen him, lofty and magnificent, wonderful and solemn. Seeing him is like seeing the other side and salvation, and the ultimate beauty.

People put down their work, whether they are civilians or nobles, whether they are peddlers or farmers, they gather and follow the steps of saints.

Take off your shoes and feel the snow, soil, gravel and rock of the saint with the soles of your feet. Feel the cold earth and the hot heart.

They were full of energy, staring at his back and never resting.

From the first step of the saints into the snow, they will know that their king is coming!

The swordsman in white followed the saint. He was solemn and relaxed.

Lu zhengkanghua's body is 12 feet long, and his antlers are three feet long. He is a real giant. His robe, white as the moon, floats slightly. He walks barefoot, leaving huge and distinctive footprints. He is happy to see his full feet.

He walked step by step towards King Kong sect. Since he passed here, there was no need for this evil sect to continue to exist.

From the capital to the snowy area, along the way through Shanxi, his beautiful body has been admired by countless people, and the name of Luyuan has spread far away, so all the believers in the world are gathering in front of him.

Lu Zhengkang can feel that, like blood flowing back to the heart, believers in the pure land pearl are rushing to the sun.

Most of the temples in Shanxi, Jingji, Jingbei and Huainan have converted to Luyuan Bodhisattva, so these monks, together with good believers and residents, took the lead in arriving.

There are more than 100000 pilgrims. They provide their own food and tents. Along the way, there are temporary settlements in the leeward.

These people help each other, rest when they are tired, eat when they are hungry. Besides these physiological activities, the only thing they have to do is follow Lu Zhengkang.

There are a lot of good and bad people in the team, but once there are evil people, they will be stopped by swordsmen and martial monks. They will be judged spontaneously by the masses, or expelled, or killed directly.

Under the power of faith, such a pilgrimage group is tenacious, tenacious and noble.

When such a team marches into the depths of the snow and marches among the towering, beautiful and wild hills of Kunlun Mountain, it is like a group of fire, which paints the eternal black ice with complicated colors. If a person is just a mole ant, then thousands of ordinary people, when their thinking comes together, when they speak with one voice and walk in one direction, then this is a giant with indomitable spirit!

People are composed of countless cells of the body, and such a collective is also composed of countless individuals, so the leader is the most intelligent brain.

But Lu Zhengkang is not a brain.

He was not included in the pilgrimage group.

What really dominates these people is some fragments of Lu Zhengkang, a part of him, which is also abstract and is the divinity of Lu Zhengkang imagined by people.

Lu Zhengkang himself is more complicated than that.

He is not a leader.

He is a shepherd.

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The King Kong sect of Wuliang.

The magnificent palace stands on a steep hillside, and the red and white side walls glow in the midday sun. There are many golden roofs, precious buildings and precious bottles. They are full of stars, glittering with golden light and dignified.

The King Kong sect stands close to the mountain and rises steadily. When it reaches the highest place, it can overlook the vast land.

A total of 754 lamas gathered in the broad square in front of the temple, led by the tribute of the king of France, five Ming kings and six shangzun. They were staring at the East, and the turbulent crowd could be seen on the horizon.

He who comes is not good.

The tribute of King Dharma realized that today is the moment to decide the fate of the Vajrayana sect.

Behind them is the temple. These ancient buildings have endured hundreds of years of wind, snow, earthquake and lightning. They have been continuously repaired. If today, the inheritance of King Kong sect is lost in the long history, then these high walls and deep tiles will go with the people.

Gongbu doesn't allow all this to happen, and he doesn't think today is the end of the road.

Ten thousand sheep can't beat a lion when they gather together, because the sheep are afraid of fighting, and their cowardly character will make them choose to run away.

It is not that we have never experienced a crusade in the past, but we have never had a battle of this scale.

Just beat the leader

That man

Gongbu squinted.

No, it's not a sheep.

Lu Zhengkang's eyes contact with the king of law.

The tribute suddenly trembled.

The world was engulfed by his eyes. He only saw the darkness and chaos, the silent turbulence impacting his body. He felt sharp pain and frowned, which was not unbearable to him. If this terrible world only gave him mental torture, then the tribute would never yield.A little white light lights up in the dark, expands and extends out of the body.

That pair of antlers like Yushu released bright and clean rosy clouds. On his solemn face, a pair of gentle eyes looked at him.

Gongbu was very uncomfortable with this high gaze. He felt that his life was unfolding, just like his memory was made into a book.

In fact, it is true that this king of law has been insulting the goodness of human nature all his life. His philosophy is violence and terror. Everything that should be defeated by him is enslaved by him.

Gongbu saw the boundless anger turned into an ocean, and he was suddenly thrown into it by a pair of palms, and the flames poured into his chest along his nose.

The heat, the pain.

The twisted face of the tribute showed a ferocious smile.

In his dry body, there are three long rainbow lights, six round wheels, and a little void above his head.

Out of terror, out of hell.

First step of God, supreme yoga!

In front of him, the vision was broken. Gongbu opened his eyes and did not dare to see Lu Zhengkang again.

Sangzhu, the king of Ming, asked with concern, "King FA, are you ok?"

Gongbu sighed, "my friends, the boundless Tathagata Dharma is going to meet the biggest enemy today."

"Nanwu is the master of Sakyamuni Buddha." The lamas chanted the Buddha's name in a solemn and stirring manner, as if they were a group of great martyrs.

No matter how long the road is, it will come to an end. After three months of sleepless trekking, Lu Zhengkang finally came here.

For the first time, all the monks actually saw his body.

All of a sudden, many young Lamas were unstable and shivering to kneel down, but they were immediately stopped by the people around them.

Gongbu came forward, "what's the matter with this master?"

Luyuan Bodhisattva smiles and reaches out his right palm. A small Xumi mountain floats and sinks in his palm.

His voice was deep and deep, like a bell in an empty valley.

"Heresy, today I will send you to severe reincarnation!"

Gongbu's face suddenly changed and he suddenly waved his hand.

There is a big Buddha in the sky, shining with golden light.

A big hand print of Zigong cloth flies out of its hand, and it is covered with strong wind. The earth shakes and the stone bricks are broken. For a moment, the sky changes color and the sun and the moon are not shining!

Mistakenly, the Buddha is one, and the Tathagata is one!