Sakyamuni at the end of the road!
This was beyond everyone's expectations. Even Ye Fan was stunned. The old monks kowtowed with great sincerity. They chanted the name of Buddha and touched their heads to the ground.
Sparkling flowers floated down one after another, producing rustling sounds. However, this only served to make the world even more tranquil. An ancient Bodhi tree was rooted there. An otherworldly man sat cross-legged under it, merging with all living things and coexisting with the great dao.
His eyes were closed as the sparkling flowers fell on his body. It was as if he hadn't moved for thousands of years. He was peaceful and transcendent.
If a person was exactly the same as the Buddha in the temple, it would undoubtedly be an abnormal sign that would make people respect and fear him.
Siddhartha and the others kowtowed with each step. They were extremely excited to see Sakyamuni. Even if he died immediately, they would have no other regrets.
This was their life's greatest wish. They only wanted to see the true Buddha and kowtow to the Tathagata. On the ancient road to Spirited Mountain, their wish came true. They saw the Buddha with their own eyes.
Quasi-emperor Sakyamuni!
Ye Fan's heart trembled. This was a character that only appeared in legends. Now that he had actually seen him, it was beyond his expectations.
Sakyamuni was an ancient person from two thousand five hundred years ago. He possessed great wisdom. He studied the Vedas and the teachings of the Brahmins. In the end, he unified Spirited Mountain and created Buddhism. He left behind an illustrious name in history and was famous throughout the world.
The guru from India kowtowed with each step. He moved forward amidst the falling flowers while mumbling. He gradually arrived near the ancient Bodhi tree.
Ye Fan also moved forward. He didn't kneel and only stared unblinkingly at the Quasi-emperor under the tree. His extraordinary temperament made people follow him, as if he could transcend all the worries of the world.
"Dong …"
In the distant mountains, the Brahma bell rang out from tens of hundreds of miles away. It was so deafening that it made people feel like they were being baptized and enlightened.
Deep in the mountains, the ancient temple bell, the Buddha under the Bodhi tree. All of this was like a dream. There wasn't a speck of dust here. Sakyamuni didn't move and didn't speak, but his dharma spread throughout the world.
"You came too late. Spirited Mountain has already closed. Only when the seas dry up can it reappear in this world." A wave passed over. The figure under the Bodhi tree with his eyes closed spoke softly as if he was talking to them across time and space.
"Buddha!" Siddhartha and the others cheered loudly, continuously kowtowing. They heard the true Buddha talking to them and were extremely excited.
"Why are we late? We came here with the sacred object to open the ancient path of Spirited Mountain." Ye Fan stood not far from the Bodhi tree and asked for guidance.
"Spirited Mountain has already withered, it is difficult for it to appear in the mortal world. Although there is a sacred object, there is no secret language, so we cannot open a path." Shakyamuni didn't move. It was as if he was sitting cross-legged in ancient times, but it was also as if he was preaching the dao from the future. Strands of great dao sacred ripples seeped out, forming a divine wheel that made him seem extraordinary.
Ye Fan was endlessly bewildered. Was this really the Sakyamuni? Didn't he already cross the heavens and enter the depths of the starry sky? How could he possibly see him here?
Back then, he had seen the back of Great Emperor Wu Shi in the Purple Mountain. At first, he thought it was real, but then he realized that it was just a shadow that had been imprinted tens of thousands of years ago.
Could it be that what he saw was the same? However, why was he able to converse with them? Moreover, he was able to merge with the great dao of heaven and earth. There was an otherworldly aura that could suppress endless ages flowing about.
"At the end of Spirited Mountain Road, repent and you will be saved." Under the ancient Bodhi tree, the otherworldly middle-aged man spoke softly. His eyes were still closed, and his expression was peaceful and tranquil. Every falling flower was sparkling, condensing the divine charm of the great dao.
Siddhartha and the others accepted the decree and retreated. However, Ye Fan didn't move because he saw the verdant ancient Bodhi tree petrified at this time. Even the man under the tree had become a statue.
The falling flowers fell, turning into stone flowers when they landed on the ground. The fluctuations of life disappeared, and everything he saw turned into stone statues. This was different from before. This was the power of the Buddhist dharma.
Ye Fan understood. The Sakyamuni had walked down the ancient starry sky path, so it was impossible for him to still be on Earth. All of this was formed by the great magical power of the past.
Moreover, if it was truly a Quasi-emperor, they might not be able to get so close to his physical body. The great dao and all things merged together. What they saw was only the dharma of the past, not the body of the present.
"This is …" The old monks from India were all trembling.
They thought of a legend. The Buddha had ten great disciples. Before his true body left, the ten worked together to create the Sakyamuni Buddha's body, which stood on Spirit Mountain Road.
This was the work of the ten great disciples of the Buddha. This incarnation of the Sakyamuni Buddha could display part of his divine abilities. What they saw just now couldn't be considered false. From this, they could also infer that the Spirit Mountain was close and not far ahead.
However, Siddhartha and the others all stopped and were unwilling to take another step forward. They solemnly followed the Sakyamuni's decree and didn't dare to disobey it.
"The Spirit Mountain is in sight. Don't you want to go in? Even if you can't succeed, why don't you go closer and take a look?" Ye Fan spoke.
"We have sinned." The masters all put their palms together and at the same time advised Ye Fan not to go any further and turn back.
Ye Fan didn't pay any attention to them. He walked past the petrified Sakyamuni and the Sakyamuni Buddha and continued forward. The old monks were all stunned. They all stood on the spot and stared blankly.
The ancient road meandered forward for another few li. Finally, it was completely cut off. In front of him, a vast mountain was faintly discernible. It was located at the end of the world.
There wasn't any life there. There was only a wave of buddha nature fluctuation like the sea. The entire mountain was devoid of life. Not even an auspicious beast or auspicious bird could be seen.
Ye Fan opened his Heavenly Eye but discovered that it was still blurry. The vast Spirit Mountain couldn't be seen clearly. He only knew that the mountain was serene and the ancient temple was silent.
It was clearly already in front of him, only a few dozen li away. How could the Spirit Mountain be closed? He thought for a bit and walked forward with large steps. Even if there was no road, he still wanted to go forward and open up his own path.
However, the moment he took the first step, he immediately saw the primal chaos surge. The Spirit Mountain became more and more indistinct. It was as if he heard the chanting of the ancient buddhas.
Ye Fan didn't stop and continued forward. However, there was a Buddhist lion's roar. It was as if an arhat was chanting an incantation. The evil subduing pestle in its hand pressed towards him. It was formed from buddha light.
He let out a light shout and opened up the golden sacred domain. Nothing could get close to him. With a loud rumble, the heavens seemed to collapse. The evil subduing pestle flew backwards as he took large steps forward.
In the distance, Simoti and the others were dumbstruck. Was he going to fight against the bodhisattvas and force his way into the Spirit Mountain?!
Hong!
At this moment, there was chaos in front of him. The primal chaos raged and the Spirit Mountain was majestic. It was as if it was going to fall over and suffocate everyone.
"Ah!"
Ye Fan shouted and chanted the Buddhist mantra. At this moment, he suffered a great pressure. Even though he was a saint, he still felt as if his body was going to be crushed.
This was the pressure of the Spirit Mountain. This was the fluctuation of the vast Buddhist power. It was the psyche power of who knew how many creatures had gathered here in the past. No one could resist it.
The primal chaos mist attacked. The Yaksha, Asura, Gandharva, Garuda and the other eight tribes appeared. They were also formed from buddhist divine light and pounced towards Ye Fan. Even the swastika sound didn't have that great of an effect. It only shattered a part of it.
Ye Fan took a step back and endured the great pressure. He believed that if it was anyone else, they would have died a long time ago. Even his saint body wouldn't be able to hold on.
The Spirit Mountain was worthy of being the most famous ancient dao rite. It was inviolable and couldn't be approached.
This place was protected by a world-shocking great formation. Moreover, there was a distance of over a hundred li between them. If one really charged in, there would definitely be a disaster.
Ye Fan looked at the little stone buddha in his hand and frowned. Without the secret message, he couldn't enter with just this divine object. There must be something shocking left inside. Otherwise, it wouldn't be protected like this.
He knew that it was difficult to enter, but he wanted to get closer to see what exactly was going on with the Spirit Mountain and why it was like this. With a long roar, the golden holy blood in his body boiled. It was like a great river, rushing into every meridian and releasing waves of thunderous sounds. It shook the nine heavens and resonated with the great dao.
Ye Fan's entire body shone. He used the Travel Formula and activated all kinds of phenomena. He directly killed his way over and finally got a bit closer. He vaguely glanced at the old monks sitting on the cliff and beside the Buddha platform. It was deathly quiet.
There wasn't a single blade of grass or tree. Everything was withered. The spirit spring and pond were all dried up. There wasn't the slightest bit of vitality. It was as if no one had stepped here since the ancient times.
A withered Spirit Mountain!
This was the truth. Ancient temples stood tall and there were many temples everywhere. However, there wasn't a single person, not a single bodhisattva, not a single ancient buddha. No living creatures could be seen.
It was completely silent. One could see buddhist treasures and great artifacts covered in dust. There was no one alive. It was deathly quiet.
The power of the mountain was boundless and immeasurable. It was even more terrifying than a true ancient star. Ye Fan couldn't get close and was forced back by the boundless fluctuations. A strand of golden blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
He didn't force it and retreated. The Spirit Mountain was dried up. It had experienced great changes. No wonder it was closed.
However, what he saw should only be the mountain gate. Everything in the depths of the Spirit Mountain was extremely dim. There was an ancient Bodhi tree that had all its leaves fallen off. However, dao traces appeared, blocking the main Spirit Mountain.
Moreover, right at this time, the entire great mountain became indistinct. The main body of the Spirit Mountain even more so disappeared. This type of scene was irreversible. It was useless even if Ye Fan used magical force to support the little stone buddha in his hand.
Hong!
In the end, a boundless fluctuation rushed over. He was blasted out more than ten li. Everything disappeared.
The blue dome of heaven was like a piece of blue crystal. A few white clouds floated past, making people feel that they were so close to the sky. It was as if they could touch it by jumping up. The air was abnormally fresh.
Ye Fan was stunned. He stood in the Tibetan region. The tens of thousands of zhang tall mountains, the vast and unfathomable Spirit Mountain, and the mysterious ancient path had all turned into smoke and clouds. He couldn't see any of them again.
Several li away, a group of Indian monks were also astonished. They didn't know why they had suddenly arrived in a familiar place. The ancient path had disappeared.
Ye Fan flew through the air and arrived in front of them. He then scanned the surroundings. Tibet was very high above sea level. There were also great mountains, but they couldn't be compared to those from before.
"Where exactly is it hidden? Are the ancient path and the Spirit Mountain in the Tibetan region?" This was the common question in everyone's heart.
Ye Fan told them to wait here. He turned into a bolt of lightning and flew in the sky. He released his powerful divine sense and scanned every inch of the land. He was seriously searching, but in the end, he still couldn't find anything.
In the end, he flew for thousands of li and landed on a majestic mountain range. He felt a sense of vicissitudes, but he couldn't see a trace of magic. This was the majestic Kunlun that traversed across the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
Ye Fan had a big headache. Spirit Mountain was already mysterious enough. He didn't know where it was hidden, but Kunlun must be even more extraordinary. It was the first mountain in China's ancient mythology. It was the ancestor of all lineages. All the legends about immortals were related to it!
Not long after, Ye Fan returned to B City. The other group of people returned to India. Before they parted, the masters promised him that they would ask others about the secret language of Spirit Mountain. Regardless of whether they gained anything or not, they would visit him again and ask for his guidance.
As soon as Ye Fan returned, he felt that something was wrong. The lawn outside the old villa was full of potholes as if it had been struck by lightning. It was destroyed beyond recognition.
This old villa didn't change much because he had carved a few simple formations. Even if it was hit, it wouldn't be damaged. Its surroundings were a mess. It was obvious that someone had fought here.
"Komatsu!"
Ye Fan was shocked. He entered the room in a flash, but it was cold and desolate. There was nothing there.
Where did the little purple thing go? His heart suddenly turned cold. He searched the surroundings and released a powerful divine sense to call out, "Komatsu …"
In the distance, next to a trash can, a dirty little thing timidly poked its head out. It turned into a purple light and pounced towards him. In an instant, it hung on his body, its body trembling.
"You … What happened?" Ye Fan's heart was far from as calm as his words. He brought it home and placed it on the sofa.
Komatsu's leg was injured. It was limping and had been frightened. However, it pretended to be relaxed. In order to make Ye Fan smile, it did a somersault to please him. It trembled in pain, but it was smiling innocently.
Ye Fan felt a pang of pain when he saw it. Who hurt the little purple thing? A murderous intent arose in his heart!
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