A wave of desolate aura rushed over from the ancient mountain. Ye Fan and the others felt as if they had returned to the ancient era, returning to the uncivilized land.
In the distance, there were mountains tens of thousands of zhang tall. They stood majestically with old trees that covered the sun. There were some unknown creatures. When they got closer, the cries of eagles filled the sky and beasts roared across the rivers and mountains. It was like thunder, rumbling and terrifying.
They didn't know where they were. When they looked around, it was a completely new environment. It was as if they had left earth and entered a primordial great world.
"Where exactly have we come to?" The ancient sanskrit authority was a bit short of breath. He still couldn't be considered a cultivator and hadn't even truly activated his sea of suffering. He was only a bit stronger than ordinary people and felt anxious.
"We are most likely close to the spiritual mountain. Perhaps we can see the ancient bodhisattvas and the victorious buddhas," a master said.
An ancient path was beneath their feet. This was the only thing that made them feel at ease. Every once in a while, they would see some buddhist traces along the way.
There were even some ancient sanskrit characters that were carved by those with great magical power. They released brilliance and condensed the rhythm of the dao. When one calmed down and studied them, they could understand the dao laws within.
Ye Fan was very calm and didn't express anything. However, the masters were different. They were all incomparably excited and carefully observed, hoping to comprehend the buddhist laws.
In order to advance faster, they wanted to use magical techniques to speed up the process. However, they discovered that this wasn't right. The ancient path became indistinct and was about to disappear.
"In order to find the spiritual mountain, one must worship it with a devout heart. Otherwise, one will never be able to approach it. We can only advance step by step," Sita Ti said. He chanted buddhist names and asked for the buddha's forgiveness.
Ye Fan frowned. Could it be that there really were ancient buddhas and bodhisattvas up ahead? Once they advanced on foot, the ancient path appeared on its own. It was extremely strange.
"This is the work of a great technique. It is vast and unfathomable. The spiritual mountain really is an extraordinary place!" In the end, after walking for a long time, he discovered some clues. There were mysterious dao patterns and laws circulating.
After advancing for over a hundred li, a dilapidated land appeared in front of them. Beside the ancient path was an expanse of ruins. Waves of crying and wailing could be heard, giving people goosebumps. It was extremely terrifying.
The temple had become a desolate place with broken walls and overgrown weeds. The Buddha-nature of this place had been completely lost, and there were only waves of Yin Qi blowing over.
His cries didn't stop, and he rapidly approached like a bolt of lightning. In the blink of an eye, he pounced over like a malicious spirit demanding his life.
However, the small stone Buddha in Ye Fan's hand was emitting Buddha's Light, so the evil shadow didn't dare to get too close. It flashed left and right, appearing and disappearing in the wilderness at an incredible speed.
The expressions of Siddhartha, the two old monks, and the four Gurus changed. This speed was much faster than theirs and was not something they could fight against. Fortunately, they saw that Ye Fan's expression did not change and was calm. Only then did they feel relieved.
"Wow!"
A loud cry that sounded like a baby's cry exploded in their ears. A grey figure finally appeared. It was an old monk wearing a grey monk robe. His body was tall and sturdy and was surrounded by black gas. His face was fierce and his eyes were scarlet red.
Moreover, there were some fine scales on his face that were as red as blood. They spread to his neck, arms, and other parts of his body. He was somewhat fierce and did not look like a human.
"Master, why are you in such an evil state?" The authority of ancient Sanskrit asked. He had not truly stepped into the world of cultivation and could not see the depth of this person.
"This person's Buddha-nature has disappeared and he has long lost his true self. Now, only an evil thought is supporting his body, or perhaps he is already dead," an old monk said.
"What a pity. This person's realm is far higher than ours. Why is he lost here?" A Guru was bewildered.
"Are you also looking for Spirited Mountain? I hate …" The old monk with scarlet red eyes was awe-inspiring. Black gas curled around him, making him look like a malicious spirit. He said in a mournful voice, "You wholeheartedly seek Buddhism, but you can't see Spirited Mountain. You have searched for it nine times out of ten, but in the end, there is no result. What is the point of worshiping Buddha?"
Everyone immediately understood. He carried endless resentment, which was why he had such a demonic body. It was pitiful and lamentable. He had already abandoned Buddhism.
"Even Buddha is dead. What are you all still searching for? It's an illusory and illusory Spirited Mountain. So what if you go up? I will enlighten you all." The grey-clothed old monk was dripping tears of blood. He shouted loudly as he rushed over.
Everyone sighed inwardly. This person worshiped Buddha his entire life, yet in the end, it was all for naught. He died on the path of seeking Buddha, and only then did he turn into endless resentment.
When he raised his hand, an alms bowl appeared. It was as if a purple-gold dome of heaven was pressing down, illuminating everyone below. Astral radiance burst forth, and apart from the ancient path beneath their feet, the great earth in all directions quickly collapsed. Chilly winds roared angrily, and great trees were uprooted.
The expressions of several Guru changed. This type of power far surpassed theirs, and they could not block it at all. If Ye Fan was not here, they believed that this attack would definitely turn everyone into ashes.
"Ding!"
Ye Fan raised his hand and pointed out. A golden finger stopped the alms bowl, easily penetrating it and shattering it. An expanse of fragmented light appeared in the sky. This demonized old monk cried out loudly as he flew out, smashing into an ancient temple.
"Ah …" A mournful cry sounded. This old monk's face was sinister, fangs grew out of his mouth, and blood dripped from his eyes. He roared loudly as he rushed over again.
Ye Fan raised his hand and pressed forward. It was as if a large golden millstone was pressing down, pressing him onto the ground and making him unable to move. This was the embodiment of a great divine ability.
On the side, the Guru's faces were all filled with shock. In their eyes, this was a demonic figure that was difficult to enlighten, yet it was so easily suppressed.
Ye Fan lightly sighed. He didn't crush him into pieces. From a certain perspective, this was a pitiful person. He believed in his entire life, yet in the end, it was all for naught. His body died, and his dao disappeared. Only a mouthful of resentment remained.
"Please allow us to send him off." Xi Moti couldn't bear it anymore. He walked forward and clasped his hands together in greeting.
Ye Fan nodded and didn't say anything else. The Guru's walked forward and all of them sat cross-legged beside the demonic monk. They chanted scriptures, wanting to dispel all the resentment and send him to the afterlife.
"Namo Amitabhaya, Dota Jia Duo Ye, Duo Di Ye Ta, Amitu Po Pi …"
Not long after, the old monk who was pressed down by Ye Fan's large golden palm was completely dispelled. The blood-colored scales on his body also disappeared, and the expression on his face gradually became peaceful.
Finally, Ye Fan raised his hand. This old monk turned into a ray of holy light and sat up. He chanted Namo Amitabha, turned into a rain of light, and disappeared, dispersing all the resentment.
"We cultivators worship Buddha too much, and our obsession is too deep. We can't see the true Buddha, which is why we ended up like this … It's not his fault." One of the Guru clasped his hands together and chanted scriptures.
They continued on their way. This ancient path to Spirited Mountain was filled with dried up bones. Along the way, they found no less than a hundred corpses. There was nothing else. They were all senior monks.
This made people sigh. Only those who worshipped Buddha could find this place, but they could only die halfway. They couldn't get close to Spirited Mountain. It was really sad.
Suddenly, the ancient path was cut off. A pitch-black abyss lay in front of them, blocking their way. The path to Spirited Mountain was still faintly visible on the other side.
"Is this a test?" Ye Fan asked.
"No, this is because the secret words we received from our ancestors weren't complete. That's why the path was cut off. Now, it seems like we can only rely on ourselves to cross over and connect the broken path," an old monk said.
During this process, Ye Fan kept chanting incantations and used his own mana to support the small stone Buddha. Only then could the ancient path not extend forward. At this moment, it was finally blocked.
"Alright, let's cross over." Ye Fan wanted to enter the Spirited Mountain to take a look. Since the fluctuations were not inferior to Mount Meru, there must be a shocking ancient Spirited Mountain.
"Ao …"
Suddenly, a mournful cry rang out. This abyss was filled with black mist. There were ghosts crying, and there were all kinds of demons and ghosts struggling inside, wanting to rush out.
"This is the Chaos Demon Abyss. Before Buddha Buddha achieved the dao, he suppressed and killed all kinds of demons. Many of them filled this abyss," Siddhartha said in surprise.
This abyss couldn't be flown over. It was condensed with the killing intent of countless demons, turning it into a killing field. One could only rely on one's own body to cross over step by step.
"Is that so? I also want to see what the demons Buddha Buddha killed were like." Ye Fan said. His body released golden light, enveloping the few of them. He walked above the abyss, stepping on the evil spirits that rushed up one after another.
Demons were dancing in disorder!
Countless great demons and demons were formed from resentment. They rushed up into the sky. Although they no longer had the mana they had when they were alive, they were still incomparably terrifying. They rushed over while crying.
"Honglonglong!"
Thunder and lightning rumbled outside Ye Fan's body. His Gold Saint Domain spread out, and he was like a god traversing hell. He walked above, and in the process, he really saw a few powerful characters.
"Bang!"
A sect master level demon was turned into black light by his finger and turned into nothingness, frightening away a group of evil spirits. Then, when a huge white skeleton appeared, the entire Chaos Demon Abyss was thrown into chaos.
"A demon with a skeleton!"
Ye Fan's eyes lit up. This was too rare. He was extremely powerful, and the skeleton didn't shatter after taking a blow from him. He fought a great battle with him.
He was as fast as lightning, leaping like a dragon, jumping like a tiger, leaping like a monkey and striking like a snake. He struck out a total of eighteen times, and with a boom, that snow-white skeleton was shattered.
At the side, a few Indian monks were all alarmed. After a long time, one of them said, "If I'm not wrong, this skeleton belongs to a guardian vajra of our Buddhist sect. He fell into the demonic path, and his bones are immortal. How could he … be shattered like this?!"
They couldn't understand. The guardian vajra of Buddhism had an indestructible body, and even death couldn't injure it. Just how powerful was this young man in front of them? His corporeal body surpassed Buddha's!
The Chaos Demon Abyss was really a dangerous place. Demons, devils, and ghosts would rush out from time to time. They were bound here and wanted to drag the living down with them. It was difficult for ordinary people to pass through.
The few masters all knew that no matter how many people came, they would die. It was impossible to pass through. The evil spirits inside were all formed after the death of ancient divine beings.
However, Ye Fan's battle strength was astonishing. Although he encountered a few fierce battles, he won all of them and killed his way through.
The strength he displayed was close to that of a god in the eyes of these people. He kept suppressing all kinds of demons and was invincible. Not a single person could stop him.
In the end, Ye Fan killed his way through the Chaos Demon Abyss and smoothly stepped onto the broken road.
"Boom!"
Waves surged into the sky, hitting high into the sky. It was a vast expanse. This was a vast and boundless ocean, blocking their way. The sound of waves was deafening, making people feel like they were in a dream.
They didn't know how many miles they had walked, but they actually came to such a place. The ancient road was blocked, and in front of them was a boundless ocean.
"How is this possible? Have we walked out of the Tibetan area?" The ancient Sanskrit monk was stunned.
"This is the Sea of Bitterness. If we want to get close to the Spiritual Mountain, we have to cross it. This might be the real Earth. What we see on a daily basis might only be a part of it, "an old monk said.
"The Sea of Bitterness is boundless. Turn back to the shore before it's too late. Do we still want to cross it?" another old monk said.
"We won't turn back until we see the Spiritual Mountain," Ye Fan said softly.
The few of them had seen his great divine ability. Hearing him speak like this, it naturally represented their unanimous decision to continue forward.
Ye Fan stretched out his hand and pointed. A purple copper warship appeared in the void, allowing them to board it. It slowly rowed across the boundless Sea of Bitterness, advancing towards the shore.
"Boom!"
Raging waves beat against the shore and raging waves washed the sky. That black ocean was terrifying. Every time it surged, it seemed like the world was going to be turned upside down. There were actually living creatures in the sea, whistling over.
They were shocked. After traveling for hundreds of miles, densely packed white bone claws stretched out from the sea. There were even terrifying demons rushing up to attack the warship in the sky. It was much more terrifying than the Chaotic Demonic Abyss. There were unfathomable evil spirits inside, emitting a monstrous aura!
Ye Fan took out a copper lamp. He had a human body and a ghost face as he hung on the bow of the ship. In an instant, the wind and waves calmed down. All the demons and ghosts disappeared, no longer stirring up trouble.
This was the copper lamp he picked from the ancient Mars. It was left behind by the Gautama Buddha in order to suppress the vengeful spirits with great divine physiques. It was a strange secret treasure that burned the oil of ancient saints.
Everyone was shocked. This Sea of Bitterness was definitely incomparably terrifying. If they traveled normally, perhaps even the Golden Arhat would fall. They never thought that because of the existence of a copper lamp, everything would be smooth sailing.
The black Sea of Bitterness surged, and there was no longer a trace of danger. However, they could feel that there were extremely terrifying demons swimming under the sea. They would peep above from time to time, but they didn't dare to approach.
This copper lamp emitted a long green light, and its shape was vivid and lifelike. It had a human body close to the Dao, a sinister ghost face, and a tongue as the wick. The flame danced, and it actually burned out ancient talismans that surrounded the entire copper ship.
Moreover, a skinny little old man appeared. He squatted at the bow of the ship and smiled strangely at them. It was indescribably evil, causing the Indian gurus to feel a burst of fear.
This wasn't the first time Ye Fan saw him, so his expression didn't change. It had to be said that this copper lamp possessed divine might that could suppress all evil spirits.
An entire nine days passed, and not a single demon jumped out along the way. Even the entire Sea of Bitterness had calmed down, intimidated by it.
Nine days later, they reached the other shore. When they looked forward again, a great mountain that was tens of thousands of zhang tall towered into the clouds. It was incomparably majestic.
"Spiritual Mountain, we're about to reach the ancient Spiritual Mountain dao rite!" The old monks were all incomparably excited.
Ye Fan didn't say anything. He felt a boundless, undulating fluctuation of Buddhist nature. He knew that they were truly approaching the legendary Spiritual Mountain.
"Yi, that's …"
A day later, they passed through one great mountain after another. Specks of light appeared in front of them, and the radiance of divinity pervaded the air.
Ye Fan was also shocked. He cultivated the Heavenly Eye, so he could naturally see even further. He had long seen the miraculous scene on the horizon.
Divine light danced in the air, turning into a sparkling and brilliant rain of light.
And there, there was an ancient Bodhi tree. Its branches were like horned dragons, extending in all directions. Its leaves were verdant and glistening, and there were fluctuations of the great dao.
Under the ancient tree, there was a middle-aged man in his thirties sitting cross-legged. He was untainted by even a speck of dust, and his body was imprinted in the void, merging with the great dao. It was as if he was sitting in three different spaces.
"Sakyamuni Buddha!" After Simoti and the others saw clearly, their heads immediately swelled and they almost exploded. They all knelt down at the first moment.
Ye Fan was also shocked. This person's appearance was truly special. It was exactly the same as the Sakyamuni Buddha statue in the temple, and at this moment, it merged with the great dao!
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