The Western Desert was an ancient Buddhist land. The land was boundless and boundless, without boundaries. There were too many legends. Buddhists were everywhere, and their faith was pious. It was a land close to divinity.
Amitabha the Great was an ancient person of great wisdom. He had transformed a barren land into a paradise.
According to legend, in the distant past, the western region was covered in golden sand. There were few signs of human habitation and sparse vegetation. Amitabha the Great descended and measured every inch of the land. Wherever he passed, Bodhi trees would grow and lotus flowers would bloom. The desert was transformed into a pure land.
Now, large areas of the Western Desert were suitable for human habitation. They were no longer as desolate and barren as they were hundreds of thousands of years ago.
According to legend, when every inch of the Western Desert was filled with divinity and Buddhist light, Amitabha the Great would reincarnate and become an immortal. He would reappear in the world.
In the Western Desert, the entire region only worshipped one doctrine. This was an unprecedented miracle!
Since ancient times, arhats, bodhisattvas, and ancient Buddhas had walked the mortal world. They lived together with all living beings, manifesting miracles and rescuing those in distress. It was for this reason that the Buddhist religion flourished.
Ye Fan stood on top of a stone mountain, looking out over the vast land. Many of the ancient temples were enveloped in pure Will power and emitted Buddhist light.
"If this continues, every inch of the land will be filled with divinity and Buddhist light. The waters of the Western Desert run too deep. The more you think about it, the more terrifying it becomes," he murmured to himself.
This was a region that was difficult for outsiders to invade. Whether it was the Demon Race or the Ancient Race, they could not withstand the impact of the Will power.
This was the second time Ye Fan had come to the Western Desert. What he saw along the way made him nod in approval. Mount Meru seemed to have some sort of gravitational force that tugged at his Nascent Divinity.
"Amitabha the Great must have set up some sort of heaven-shaking plan on Mount Meru. The Will power is like a sea, constantly pouring out. If this continues, even if there are no Immortals, they should be able to create an Immortal Peak."
When he closed his eyes, he would have a strange feeling. Mount Meru seemed to be towering in the eternal void, emitting an immortal radiance, misty and misty.
Ye Fan did not tarry. He headed west towards the Ayu Plateau and ascended to this high altitude pure land. It was as if he could reach out and touch the blue sky and white clouds.
Along the way, he saw many pilgrims. They kowtowed with every step they took, sincerely worshipping Lake Ashoka.
An ancient temple sat at the end of the horizon, next to the Sacred Lake of Ah-Yu. The building was simple and unadorned. It was the Ah-Han Ancient Temple.
However, Ye Fan found nothing. He did not see An Miaoyi here. There was only an old monk preaching to the pilgrims.
"Master, where did Miaoyi go?" Ye Fan asked.
"She has been gone for eleven years." The old monk replied.
An Miaoyi severed her ties with the mortal world fourteen years ago. For the sake of cultivating to perfection, she comprehended her past life, present life, and future life. After cultivating here for a few years, she headed west, ultimately going to ascend Mount Meru.
Ye Fan was startled. He turned around and left. According to the old monk's instructions, he had to visit all the holy temples.
Where was she now?
Ye Fan passed by one ancient temple after another. Finally, he found traces of her. She really was going to ascend Mount Meru. She had been cultivating in the mortal world all these years. If it was a hundred li, she was already more than halfway.
She had cultivated in many ancient temples. She had just left Yunfeng Temple two months ago. If nothing unexpected happened, she should have entered the extremely famous Buddhist temple — Lantuo Temple.
In the Western Desert, the Great Thunderclap Temple on Mount Meru was undoubtedly the most famous. It was the center of the entire Western Earth and the foundation of Buddhism. It was irreplaceable.
However, apart from this, the ancient temples of Xuankong Temple, Lantuo Temple, and Shenxia Temple were no small matter. They were also the holy lands of Buddhism and played an important role.
In some special periods in history, when ancient Buddhas oversaw them, they could be mentioned in the same breath as the Great Thunderclap Temple as the center of religion.
Buddhism had the six-syllable mantra, the secret of the universe's beginning. They were scattered in these ancient temples and could never be combined.
Lantuo Temple was a famous temple of the present age with a long inheritance. At first, it was just an ancient dao rite of Buddhism, but later on, it slowly became a holy temple.
It was rumored that Amitabha the Great Emperor had once preached here for forty-nine days. Sweet dew was born from the earth and divine lotuses grew in the void. All types of irregular scenes appeared, shaking the world.
Ye Fan gazed into the distance. This was a grand and majestic ancient temple. Under the sunset glow, it was dyed in golden radiance, appearing divine and dignified.
"This is Lantuo Temple, the sacred pure land where Amitabha the Great Emperor preached and comprehended the dao. The atmosphere is truly extraordinary!"
Bodhi trees were everywhere and orchids floated down from the void. A sweet fragrance assailed the nostrils and the incense was flourishing. There were many buddhists kowtowing here. Every year, large amounts of people would come on a pilgrimage.
An ancient path led into the mountain gate. This path was densely packed with devout believers, kowtowing with each step.
Ye Fan opened his Heavenly Eye and saw that the entire ancient temple was bathed in the purest willpower. Radiance erupted endlessly, breaking through the clouds, grand and boundless.
This was a type of great power!
It represented the unity of heaven and earth and the human heart. The entire ancient temple was situated in a pure land, harmonizing with the great dao. All types of auspicious energy surged.
This type of holy land was completely created by people. It had to be said that this was a type of beautiful scene, making even Ye Fan sigh in admiration.
Cultivating in this type of place, one with the willpower of all living things, for buddhist cultivators, it would naturally be twice the results with half the effort. This was an unmatched wondrous land.
"Even though it is an unmatched great dao, it isn't my dao." Ye Fan said to himself.
Dang …
Under the setting sun, within the ancient temple that released golden radiance, a great bell rang in a long and drawn-out manner.
The bell waves were tremendous, as if they came from endless time ago. Then, chanting sounded, purifying one's spirit, making one feel more and more tranquil. It was as if one's entire being was sublimated.
All of the believers who came on a pilgrimage were infatuated. Their foreheads were sparkling white, releasing strand after strand of light, entering the ancient temple.
A few people's old ailments were also eliminated.
This was a type of complementing relationship.
Ye Fan had a vague feeling that this Lantuo Temple was no small matter!
Above the ancient temple, a sea-like pure power of faith surged and then formed a great cauldron. It began to refine the new willpower, turning it into an undying radiance of divinity that supported the temple and expanded into the distance.
Ye Fan sucked in a breath of cold air. He increasingly felt that those legends weren't groundless. When the undying radiance of divinity covered every inch of the Western Desert, would there really be a shocking change?!
He descended at the mountain gate and asked for guidance. After learning that An Miaoyi was really here, he had someone pass on a message and wished to meet her.
However, unexpectedly, not long after, a monk informed him that An Miaoyi had asked him to return and wouldn't come out to meet him.
"This … why? Does she already know who I am?" Ye Fan was startled.
He didn't force his way in, but instead waited here for several days. In the end, he requested to meet her several times, but to no avail. He became suspicious and stared at the monk. "What exactly is going on?"
"This … Benefactor, please return." The expression of the disciple guarding the mountain gate changed.
"I must see her one last time. I apologize for offending her." Ye Fan's eyes flickered as he stepped inside.
"Benefactor, this is a forbidden area of Buddhism. You can't force your way in." Several monks blocked his way.
"An Miaoyi has committed a great sin and is currently being suppressed in the nine-story pagoda. You can't see her," a young monk couldn't help but say.
"So that's how it is. Then all the more I can't leave!" Ye Fan forced his way in.
The few people refused him. Their faces sank and they weren't willing to let him go.
Swoosh!
With a flash of brilliance, Ye Fan disappeared from his original spot and entered the temple. In an instant, the golden bell rang loudly and incessantly.
"Who dares intrude into our Pure Land?" A dhuta that looked like a male lion appeared. His hair was tied up with a golden band. He roared and blocked the road ahead.
Ye Fan was extremely fast. With the activation of the Travel Symbol, he made a detour like a dream. It was as if he had entered an uninhabited realm and passed through three floors of the temple.
"Brazen evildoer, you dare to blaspheme the Buddhist Holy Land? Where do you think you are going?!"
It was clear that this Ku Toutuo was an expert. Even though he wasn't that old, he already possessed extraordinary strength.
Hong!
A convenient interlocking shovel flew out from his hand. All sorts of golden rings flickered on its surface and emitted a rumbling sound. It hacked towards the middle of Ye Fan's back to stop him.
However, Ye Fan's speed was too fast. Even though this dao weapon was powerful and mysterious, it only hacked at the void and couldn't even touch his afterimage.
Dang, dang, dang …
The bell rang loudly. The entire Lan Tuo Temple was in an uproar as the alarm bell rang. This was something that had never happened in several thousand years. Who dared to intrude into the Buddhist Holy Land?
With the support of endless power of faith, even a great completion king level figure would have to stop. Otherwise, they would only die with a grievance!
"Amitabha Buddha, who dares disturb my Pure Land's peace and tranquility? Still not stopping?!" A loud shout sounded. It was incomparably dignified, shaking everyone until their souls were trembling.
Ye Fan seemed to have entered an uninhabited realm. In that instant, he passed through the thirteen floors of the courtyard. Everyone only saw a streak of light and shadow. They didn't even see what that person looked like.
Everyone was overwhelmed with shock. Just how powerful was this person to be able to step on the Buddhist Sect's forbidden dao patterns as if they were walking on flat ground? Could it be that a saint came?
"This sacred ancient land will not tolerate your atrocious behavior. Buddha nature illuminates the world!" An old monk roared like a lion, shaking the entire ancient temple until it was swaying.
At this moment, the power of faith surged like a vast sea, pouring down from the heavens. Every strand was brilliant and brilliant like a boundless waterfall.
This was an extremely terrifying power of heaven and earth!
The pure power of faith, for buddhist cultivators, was divine, but for those who didn't believe in this doctrine, it was like poisonous miasma.
For cultivators, this was true karmic fire. Even saints had to frown, and even deities had to back off!
Now, the power of faith that covered the sky descended. It was clear that the people of Lantuo Temple were anxious. Someone continuously broke through the thirteenth floor. This was the divine ability and methods of a great demon from ancient times.
Ye Fan had previously seen this type of attack in Vatican City. The power of faith was added to his body, refining his flesh. It made him suffer a bit, but it was difficult for it to kill him.
Buddhist light was like water, submerging this place. Ye Fan felt a great pressure, but he didn't stop, continuing to walk forward with large steps.
"Miao Yi, I've come to see you." Ye Fan released a long roar. Even though the power of faith pervaded the air, it was all sliced apart, overflowing like a great river. It separated into two sides, unable to block his path.
"Turns out you came for her. She committed a great sin, no one is allowed to meet her. If she wants to leave this buddhist pagoda, then she has to cripple her cultivation." An old monk appeared, extremely bold and powerful.
"Great master, please show mercy and let me in." Ye Fan stood in the thirteenth floor courtyard, saying seriously.
"That won't do, barging into my Lantuo Temple is already disrespectful. Please leave quickly, or else a great sin will descend upon you!" The old monk shouted.
Many buddhist experts flew over, surrounding this place, trapping him at the center.
"I don't want to incur grudges with you all, but this time, I can only apologize!" Ye Fan's eyes released cold lightning. His palm and fingers moved about, and a black mountain appeared, directly smashing outwards, opening up a path ahead, blasting everyone until they could only fly out in retreat.
His entire body released radiance, walking forward with large steps like a demonic god. After learning that An Miao Yi was suppressed here, he didn't want to stay here for even a moment longer, directly entering the restricted area.
"Who dares act impudently in my sect's restricted area?" A lion roar sounded, making even the sky tremble.
Peng!
Ye Fan directly took action, slapping forward. An old monk whose entire body was covered in buddhist light withered, turning into a streak of light and flying outwards.
"You …" Many monks were shocked.
"Half-saint?" Ye Fan frowned slightly. He didn't stop, operating the 'Move' character secret art, leaving behind a streak of remnant light, disappearing in an instant, directly entering the interior of the temple.
A nine-layered ancient pagoda rested before him, the power of faith condensing, buddhist light illuminating all directions.
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