As the Ten Thousand Buddha Festival of the Buddha Realm approached, cultivators from all over went to the West.
However, the journey to the West was long. Even the closest place to the West had to cross a golden sea of clouds shrouded in the Light of Buddha to reach the West. Therefore, it was impossible for cultivators who were not Renhuang to reach the West unless they were led by cultivators.
At this time, in the sky above the golden sea of clouds heading to the West, there was a golden-winged roc shuttling through the golden clouds, but its speed was not very fast. It was not that the golden-winged roc deliberately slowed down, but that the golden sea of clouds was extremely thick under the Light of Buddha. Even with its Plane, it was difficult to travel through it.
Ye Futian and the others stood above and admired the sea of clouds. Above the golden sea of clouds, there was an auspicious glow that made people feel extremely comfortable. They were bathed in the endless Light of Buddha. However, under this magnificent beauty, it was not easy to cross the sea of clouds.
This golden-winged roc was at the peak of the Demon Emperor Plane, but it still took some time to travel through the sea of clouds. Moreover, breaking through the clouds required the support of the Plane. It was obvious that people below the Upper Renhuang Plane basically had little chance of crossing the sea of clouds.
In the distance, they could see other cultivators also hurrying on their way. Like them, they were moving through the sea of clouds and heading toward the West.
The West was the true holy land of Buddhism. As the Ten Thousand Buddha Festival approached, the West was naturally the place with the most intense atmosphere. It was said that many Buddhas in the Western world had already left the Spiritual Mountain and rushed to the West.
Finally, the day before the Ten Thousand Buddha Festival arrived, Ye Futian and the others crossed the golden sea of clouds, broke through the clouds, and arrived in the West.
Without the thick feeling of the golden clouds, the golden-winged roc was like a golden bolt of lightning. It seemed that it had been a little depressed for a while and could not bring out its speed.
"How spectacular!"
Fang Cun looked down and said, "Is this the West?"
The land below was filled with ancient Buddhist buildings. The whole world was bathed in the Light of Buddha. There was a sense of quiet and auspiciousness in the liveliness, giving people a sense of tranquility.
"It's Western Paradise." Its pair of golden eyes looked down. This was also the first time it had come to the West. Previously, when it cultivated in Six Desires Heaven, it was the mount of Great Ancestor Mo Yun, but it had never come to this holy land of the Buddha Realm. Great Ancestor Mo Yun had come himself, but he did not bring it.
"Not only below, but also in the sky." Little Ling looked into the distance in the void. Under the auspicious Light of Buddha, many figures were walking in the air. There were many sacred beasts of the Buddha Realm, and many of them were the mounts of the Great Buddhas, such as the divine elephants and Di Ting. She could also see the figures of many Buddhas. Their bodies were surrounded by the Light of Buddha, and there seemed to be layers of Buddhist halos behind their heads, which were extremely dazzling.
Arriving here was truly like stepping into the world of Buddhism. There were great Buddhas everywhere.
However, this was normal. With the arrival of the Ten Thousand Buddha Festival, the number of cultivators who believed in and cultivated the power of Buddha was naturally the highest. Moreover, most of the top forces in the western world were also Buddhist forces.
Now, the western world had gathered in the Western Paradise, and this grand occasion had arisen.
The peaceful world of the Western Paradise seemed like a place beyond the mortal world. It gave people the feeling that there would be no fighting here, and that everyone here was wholeheartedly devoted to Buddhism.
"It is rumored that in the Holy Land of the Western Paradise, everything is open. Whether it is the places where people stay or the places where they practice meditation in the ancient temples, no one is watching over them. There are even ancient Buddhist scriptures in many ancient temples that can be read. There are no restrictions placed on them, and anyone who comes to the Western Paradise can directly read them," the Roc continued. Although he was arrogant and greedy by nature, and yearned for power, he still had awe and yearned for the Holy Land of Buddhism.
No matter who came to this land, they would be the same as him.
When everyone heard what he said, they were curious. Chen Yi asked, "What if someone directly took it away or destroyed it?"
"In the Holy Land of Buddhism, everything is in the eyes of the Buddha. No matter what you do in this holy land, you cannot escape the eyes of the Buddha, and you will naturally receive the punishment you deserve," the Roc continued. There was a sense of sacredness in his voice. As arrogant as he was, when he came to the Holy Land of the Western Paradise, he still only had awe in his heart.
"Let's go down and take a walk," Ye Futian said. Suddenly, the Roc's body swooped down and landed on the ground. Then, he transformed into his human form, and the group landed on the ground.
The surrounding cultivators only glanced at them casually and were not surprised. In this land, people of this level of cultivation could be seen everywhere, and it was not surprising.
Now, all the top figures in the western world had gathered in the Holy Land of the Western Paradise.
Ye Futian and the others walked on this holy land, and they could see top cultivators everywhere. Many of them were extremely extraordinary.
Ye Futian stopped in front of a building. It seemed to be a tea house, and the fragrance of sandalwood filled the air. The word "Zen" was engraved on it.
"Let's go in and have a seat," Ye Futian said. He walked into the tea house and found a place to sit down. Immediately, someone came forward to make tea, and it was a monk.
After the monk made the tea, he put his palms together and bowed to Ye Futian and the others. Then, he retreated without making a sound.
Ye Futian nodded in return. He looked at Mo Yunzi and asked, "It seems that it is indeed as you said. All places in the Holy Land of Buddhism are open. But where is this monk from?"
Why would a monk be willing to make tea in a tea house? Moreover, the monk's level of cultivation was not low.
"It should also be a kind of cultivation," Mo Yunzi said.
"Alright." Ye Futian nodded. The cultivation methods of Buddhism were different. There was no place that could not be cultivated, and there were all kinds of methods. There were ascetic monks who walked the world all day, observing the various states of life, and that was cultivation. There were monks who did good deeds in the world, and that was also cultivation.
Ye Futian glanced at the tea house. They should be cultivators from all over the world, and their levels of cultivation were not low. Moreover, most of them were not Buddhist cultivators, and they seemed to be discussing the Ten Thousand Buddha Festival.
Ye Futian picked up the teacup and took a sip. A cool feeling seeped into his body, making him feel calm.
It seemed that the tea was not ordinary tea either.
Outside the teahouse, on the street, there was a monk in white robes strolling. He did not make any sound as he walked. His feet were bare, but there was not a single speck of dust on them. It was not only his feet. His white robes were also not stained with any speck of dust.
This was a monk with no hair. When he walked, his right hand was placed vertically in front of his chest. Even when he walked, his eyes were closed, but from his face, one could still see that he had a handsome face.
Many people looked at the monk. This monk gave off a very strange feeling, making people feel very comfortable just by looking at him.
The monk walked into the tea house, still not making any sound. It was not until he walked in front of Ye Futian and the others that Ye Futian and the others noticed the monk's existence.
"Master, is there anything I can help you with?" Ye Futian asked with a smile.
"Layman Ye." The monk opened his eyes. His eyes were as bright as the stars, clean and clear, but also seemingly bottomless.
"Master, do you know me?" Ye Futian had a strange look on his face. He was a little surprised. He could not see through this monk's level of cultivation, and there was no aura from him at all.
But obviously, this person was not an ordinary monk.
"Layman Ye, you came from the Divine Prefecture and caused a great commotion in the Six Desires Heavens. How could I not know?" the monk said with a smile, causing Ye Futian to look wary.
He had just arrived, and someone had already recognized him. Was this a coincidence?
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