"Qingshan, Qingshan, let's go!" A heavy and tired voice urged.
"Hmm? Who … is calling who? "
The qilin woke up in a daze and shuddered violently. His eyes widened. "I remember now! I'm Li Qingshan!"
Li Qingshan, Li Qingshan, Li Qingshan, Mountain.
When he woke up from his dream, the fragments of his memory fused together and everything became clear and bright.
He took a deep breath under the majestic Hall of Great Strength. The fragrance of flowers lingered and the lotuses bloomed even more enchanting.
What surprised him was that not only had his strength recovered, but his cultivation level had also increased.
The Qilin's Longevity Scheme had reached the fourth level and he had transformed into a Qilin for the first time.
Yes, he had just noticed the changes in his body. This was unusual. Although the fourth level was not low, he still needed to concentrate to use the Celestial and Demon Transformation.
Especially the first time, how could he change without realizing it?
With a clatter, it stood up and looked around. "Where is this place?"
The Qilin was not very tall. Its shoulder height was about three meters, but its four hooves were in the air, its antlers were flying, its mane was dancing, and its green scales were shining. It had the majesty of a king among all beasts.
Its eyes were like those of a fierce tiger, but they were gentle and indifferent, without sorrow or joy as it overlooked the world.
Abbot Yangon looked up at it and was amazed. This legendary divine beast was extremely rare and was almost extinct. In the Western Paradise, there were not even ordinary beasts, let alone a Qilin.
"Yes, this is the Great Tempest Temple in the Western Paradise! No, I have to leave now! "
With the recovery of his memories, it meant that the assimilation had begun. This time, he could no longer resist it.
The Qilin was about to soar into the sky when he saw the lotus pond. The flowers were blooming beautifully, green, purple, red, and white. They were clean but not enchanting, deeply attracting him.
He walked to the lotus pond and leaned over a green lotus, taking a deep sniff.
In the blink of an eye, the green lotus withered and fell. The azure glass-like petals fell into the quiet, deep water, stirring up a circle of ripples.
As the green lotus withered, Spirited Mountain trembled slightly and the spiritual light quickly dissipated.
"Wait, this is!"
Abbot Yangon realized that the lotus pond was the "core" of the Spirited Mountain. Of course, this was just a metaphor. Everything on the Spirited Mountain was naturally formed, and there was no need to worry about the formation eye.
Those lotuses were not ordinary lotuses, nor were they exotic plants. Instead, they were manifestations of laws.
This was also a metaphor. The Buddha's metaphor corresponded to the phrase "where the lotus blossoms".
However, since it was a law, how could Li Qingshan make it wither?
Six Heavenly Tribulations were only at the stage of Qi Refinement and Essence Soul Refinement. They could see the existence of laws, but they could not truly come into contact with the laws.
In addition, there were three thousand Grand Daos, and all of them ran parallel to each other. Even a True God or True Immortal who had tempered his spirit to return to the Void would find it difficult to injure this lotus, much less a mere Divine General Saran. Unless his cultivation path just so happened to coincide with the Laws of this lotus, it would be difficult for him to harm it in the slightest.
Li Qingshan, on the other hand, was completely immersed in the wonderful fragrance. After sniffing the green lotus, he went to sniff the red lotus.
"Stop!"
With a crash, Abbot Yangon glared angrily and waved his staff, striking down on the Qilin's back.
At the critical moment, the staff stopped in mid-air. Abbot Yangon's veins were exposed, and he was panting like a bull, as if he was possessed.
Suddenly, he turned his head and glared at the Hall of Great Strength, shattering the green bricks with one step. "What's the use of this Nalanda Temple? What's the use of this Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss? Why don't we just destroy it! "
The deities and Buddhas in the hall were silent and swayed slightly. It was the Spirited Mountain beneath their feet that was trembling.
The red lotus withered and smelled the white lotus. In the blink of an eye, the lotus flowers withered and the lotus leaves in the pond withered and turned yellow.
Thus, the spiritual light dissipated and the Spirited Mountain shook violently.
The magnificent pagoda's walls were peeling and filled with cracks. Even the red paint on the pillars and the gold leaf on the Buddha statues lost their luster.
However, the plants grew wildly from the peak to the foot of the mountain. Wormwood grew through the cracks of the green bricks, vines climbed up the mottled walls, and trees broke through the houses of the main hall …
In the blink of an eye, the pagoda was in ruins. Wormwood covered the ground and the ancient trees gave shade as if a thousand years had passed.
This glorious Great Leiyin Temple seemed to have been sealed in the long river of time, remaining in a beautiful dream. As the seal was removed, the dream became reality, and it was immediately washed away by the river water until it was beyond recognition.
With a clang, Abbot Yangon threw away the staff in his hand and knelt on the ground. He hugged his head and cried bitterly.
His young and handsome face, just like the Great Leiyin Temple, seemed to have aged a lot in an instant. Many wrinkles appeared at the corners of his lips and eyes, and every wrinkle contained an indescribable sorrow.
A gust of cold wind blew, mixed with snowflakes. The warm spring weather no longer existed, and only then did one suddenly remember that this was the peak of a high mountain.
It was cold at the top, and it was common for snowstorms to be bitterly cold.
He finally found the answer and realized that he could not bear it.
Li Qingshan seemed to have absorbed all the spiritual energy of the Spirited Mountain. His Qilin's Strategy of Longevity advanced to the fifth level.
Although the lotus flowers in the pond had all withered, they bloomed in his heart. His mind had never been as clear as it was now.
It was not like the spirit turtle, calculating to the extreme. Instead, it was a comprehension that could see through everything with a single glance.
These lotus flowers must have been personally "planted" by the Buddha. They had the same aura as the scroll.
The only question was why he could touch these lotus flowers.
"Is it because I'm a qilin? No, that's not all. "
As a connate god, he could sense the existence of the "great dao" at birth. Compared to those ignorant and muddle-headed living beings, he could be said to have "won at the starting line". Furthermore, under the guidance of the "great dao", there were almost no inner demons or bottlenecks.
However, he had to go through the process of cultivation and constantly accumulate strength to clearly understand the "great dao" and even take a step forward to touch it.
With his current cultivation realm, he did not have this ability at all. There was only one explanation.
"It's this world that gave me this ability, allowing me to see and touch. The feeling here is very similar to Ruin's End. It's like returning to my home. "
The world responded to his every move. He looked down at the spiritual mountain and the vegetation that grew wildly.
"Then there's only one answer. This isn't some paradise, but the home of the qilin."
"This must be the world formed by the Primordial Qilin."
Furthermore, just like the Primordial Spirit Turtle, it was very likely that it had died in the "Battle of Mending the Heavens" and turned into this paradise. It was then occupied by the Buddhists and became the so-called "Paradise".
What he did not know was that as the lotus flowers withered, the paradise was in chaos. Demonic beasts ran amok everywhere in the city, running around in broad daylight.
"How dare you! How dare you open the seal and destroy the Tempest Temple! What punishment do you deserve?"
A furious voice resounded through the sky. The Sangha God's body became even larger than the spiritual mountain. His face was green, and his brows were raised in anger. He gritted his teeth so hard that it sounded like thunder. He held the twin maces in his hands.
Protecting the temple was the most important mission of the Sangha God, and the Tempest Temple was even more important. However, after this place was sealed, he could not come and go without permission.
The moment the Tempest Temple opened, he sensed it and immediately flew over. However, he was blocked by the Ruo River and could not fly over. It took him some effort to cross the Quicksand River.
When he saw the miserable state of the Tempest Temple, he was infuriated. If not for the Tempest Temple below, he would have smashed them into meat paste with his maces.
Li Qingshan's heart skipped a beat. He immediately felt the power of a god.
"Uh … this is going to be big!"
Can I pretend that I'm just an innocent, innocent, and kind-hearted little qilin that is passing by? Anyway, everyone knows that qilin is a benevolent beast and would not do bad things. However, if the Sangha God knew that I'm Li Qingshan, I'm afraid it will go crazy!
Abbot Yangon fell to the ground. "Your Holiness, this is all my fault. It has nothing to do with Li Qingshan."
"You …" Li Qingshan spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Li Qingshan!?" The Sangha God's eyes narrowed. He immediately saw through the qilin's identity. "So it's you! It's you! "
Li Qingshan laughed dryly. "Ah, it's me. I haven't seen you in a long time, boss. Hey, since we're all living in the same temple, why don't you let me go? Actually, we didn't do it on purpose. Don't you think so, Master Yangon? "
The Sangha God suddenly put away his anger and threw down his maces. Two loud thuds could be heard.
Li Qingshan heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't think that making friends with the Sangha God would work.
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