At some point, the sky above the Longyuan was covered with dark clouds, getting heavier and heavier, and it gradually started to rain heavily. The river wind made the top of the mountain a little cool. At this time, it was clearly a hot summer, but it felt like autumn was coming. When the rain fell, the fog in the canyons in the Longyuan became more hazy.

The river surface is already undercurrents. When the heavy rain is majestic, the waves are even more fury. The wind is rising and the water is moving. The raindrops as big as beans fall, hitting the water surface with crackling waves, and waves are constantly waving. Some broken giant trees are floating in the river water, and some dead branches and leaves flowing into the distance along the river water.

On the dead branch, Samantabhadra's robe had broken, her face was pale, and she sat cross-legged. The blood from the corners of her mouth kept flowing out. Her broken arms were slightly drooping, but they were dragged by a wave of heaven and earth energy. She slowly folded her hands together, and she was still a bright and compassionate Buddha, murmured: "My Buddha is merciful, and the world is suffering. I only ask my Buddha to save all sentient beings!"

The Zen Staff of Demon Subduing the Demons disappeared at some point, or was thrown into the mountains, or perhaps sinking into the bottom of the river, and Monk Samantabhadra or Monk Samantabhadra, but it was not the head of the Precepts Hall that wanted to shine throughout the world, the faint Buddha light, nor the master who could fight Chen Tongxuan, he was just a monk.

Chen Tongxuan stepped on the water surface, and the heavy rain fell into the canyon, but it did not enter around him. As he stepped past step by step, the originally surging river surface began to silence. He walked not far from Samantabhadra and said, "Your Buddha can't save you."

Samantabhadra shook his head and said, "Buddha is always a Buddha. The Buddhist scriptures are not written by my Buddha. What we cultivate is not a Buddha, but ourselves, the filthy hearts. I am a Buddha, you are also a Buddha, the one who saves me is a Buddha, and the one who kills me is also a Buddha, this is the Buddha's kingdom."

Chen Tongxuan remained silent for a long time before sighing: "I only know that the success and the king will succeed and the defeat will be the enemy. Some people are running around thousands of miles away and killing people, but they are also saving people. Some people sit high in the Buddhist temple and claim to be Buddha, but they are killing people. The Buddha said the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, and I also want to ask, where is the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss?"

Samantabhadra's vitality disappeared again, covered in blood, struggling to sit firmly, holding onto the desolate body, moving down the river, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures in his mouth. Gradually, the chanting of scriptures became a Buddha singing, full of compassion, as if he had been liberated, but also extremely solemn and sacred. At least it was the first time that Chen Tongxuan saw Samantabhadra was so holy.

Samantabhadra's eyes showed reluctance, and then gradually turned into indifference. He whispered "Amitabha" and slowly raised his head. His bright red lips squirmed slightly, and his voice said weakly: "I seem to see the Buddha, and that should be the legendary place of bliss!"

Samantabhadra died, and a ray of Buddha's light shone on it.

The sacred is as usual, but it looks like a Buddha.

He kept sitting cross-legged and looked into the sky. He said that he saw the Buddha. No one knew if he really saw it. It was just that in a distant temple, located on the hillside, there was a bell on the top of the mountain, as if covering the vast mountain, and suddenly a sound came out.

The Buddhist sound surrounding the temple suddenly broke.

"Dong!"

The second bell rang.

Suddenly a white crane flew from the west.

"Dong"

The third bell rings!

The sound of the Buddhist scripture suddenly arose, and countless monks stood up.

Buddha sings "Amitabha"

That temple is called Da Guangming Temple. Several monks appeared on the top of the mountain as if they were making an appointment. They looked at the north from afar. There were no mountains and rivers in their eyes, but just a smooth road, as if they were looking at the end of the world.

"Junior Brother Samantabhadra has passed away." A monk said.

"He said he saw the Buddha!"

"Where is the Buddha?"

"No, Buddha, everywhere!"

"The Buddha is about to come to the world."

"I am merciful!"

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In the dragon abyss, a long gray river suddenly poured down from the sky, majestic and magnificent as a continuous mountain, terrifying. The river comes from the nine heavens, and also from the world, and comes from a picture scroll.

Cai Xi waved his hand gently, and the long river seemed to be in his hands, and the long river seemed to cover him. He slapped it with a palm, but not his palm, but a long river that had passed through thousands of miles, and the tens of thousands of miles, passing through thousands of mountains and rivers, passing through cities, and passing through the changing world.

At the end was an old man, with a Taoist sword flying beside him. With a buzzing sound, he was about to pass through thousands of mountains and rivers and to cut through the mountains, rivers and the country. With a sword, it seemed that after a hundred years, the sky changed color, and the vitality of heaven and earth was like a galaxy, the light fell, and the void was boiling.

However, he cut through a mountain, saw a city, he cut through a city, saw a sea, he cut through a sea, saw a country, which was the country of Zhao. He couldn't bear to cut through it, and he couldn't make up his mind to destroy it. He withdrew his sword and his life!

The sky was rainless, but it was shaking.

"The Su family's country is a century-old Zhao State!"

Su Qiankun spewed out a mouthful of blood and fell from the sky. A loud noise rang out in the dragon abyss. The sky trembled, and dark clouds collapsed. He slowly fell down. The century-old man seemed to have withered, and his white hair began to fall off.

The map of mountains, rivers, and country was gathered by Cai Xi, and one step to the end of the world, landed on a mountainside with half of it. He sighed and said, "Ancestor Qiankun, why didn't he destroy the country with one sword?"

Su Qiankun is an old man, an old man who has lived for nearly two hundred years. He has protected the Zhao Kingdom for decades and the descendants of the Zhao Kingdom royal family for more than a hundred years. He seems to be really tired. He closed his eyes slightly, but there is a smile on his face, as if he has been relieved.

"The vastness of the country is not a thousand mountains and rivers, not a territory that is boundless. It is easy to break the river, and it is also easy to break the mountains. But how can I break the country by one? After a hundred years, this country has long been no longer the Su family."

Cai Xi sighed slightly and said, "Actually, sixteen years ago, Your Majesty asked the Prince of Qi to come to Beijing just to give a way out for the Su family. After all, Your Majesty was very grateful to the King of Qi to save the Lord Qianli. Others don't understand. Don't you, the ancestor of Qiankun, understand that if Your Majesty really wants to attack the Prince of Qi's Mansion, there is no need to do much effort, and there is no need to do those methods."

Su Qiankun opened his eyes, looked at Su Beisheng who was more than ten miles away, took a deep breath, and said, "Of course I understand, but I am just a slave, how dare I disobey my master's wishes?"

Cai Xi frowned and was slightly shocked.

Su Qiankun smiled faintly and said, "I entered the palace at the age of thirteen and entered the destiny of heaven at the age of fifty. I was appreciated by Emperor Wenzong and promoted to the chief steward of the Great Inner, and was given the surname Su, and entered the worship pavilion at the age of eighty and gave the name Qiankun. I am just a eunuch!"

Cai Xi was stunned. He had never heard of this matter, and even Mr. Wuque had never mentioned it.

Su Qiankun tried hard to open his eyes, his eyes dim, and he looked at the young man in the distance, his eyes gradually dissipated, and finally he called in a low voice:

"Your Highness, it's time to go home!"
Chapter completed!