Chapter two hundred and ninety-ninth Baizhang Dharma Protector King Kong
Passing over the treetops and over the green mountains, about a stick of incense later, Yang Ji's eyes swept across the top of a mountain covered by mountains. His whole body was shocked, his pupils suddenly opened wide, and his eyes revealed a deep expression.
Deeply shocked.
Only a few miles away, surrounded by mountains, I could see a not-so-inconspicuous mountain with golden auspicious clouds lingering on the top, rolling and swinging, and it was as big as a hundred acres.
On Jinyun Mountain, life and death are all encompassing, and many monsters, Buddhas, evil gods, beasts, birds... and even many mountains, rivers, and cities have emerged.
All of these are surrounded by a huge Dharma Protector Vajra, with a golden body and bright eyes, like thunder and lightning, revealing a sacred, majestic and solemn atmosphere.
The Dharma Protector holds a pestle in one hand and a mallet in the other. His hands are dancing slowly, as if he is about to strike the mountains. Anyone in front of this Vajra can't help but feel a sense of fear.
Compared with this god-like protector Vajra, the surrounding mountains don't seem so huge.
"What's this?"
Yang Ji was greatly shocked.
Since he started practicing martial arts, this was the first time he encountered such a strange sight and such a huge Dharma Protector. It was beyond Yang Ji's imagination and was simply unprecedented.
Even the Great Asura may not be that powerful!
"This place is deep in the mountains and wild mountains, far away from the city. How could there be such a thing?"
Yang Ji's heart was filled with turmoil, one after another.
Seeing this kind of thing, the shock in my heart is indescribable. Compared with the huge Dharma Protector Vajra, I am as small as a particle of dust.
If that gold-steel palm were pressed down, the mountains would collapse and be crushed, let alone people.
When Yang Jizai saw it for the first time, he didn't run away immediately. That was because he was very determined.
"No. These things are not real!"
A thought suddenly flashed through Yang Ji's mind.
Although the shock in his heart was huge when he saw it at first sight, Yang Ji quickly figured out that this was not a real Dharma Protector.
One reason is because this kind of thing is too unimaginable, and Yang Ji's rational instinct is somewhat doubtful. The other reason is because Yang Ji stood at the foot of the mountain for a long time or a short time.
But the hundred-foot-tall Dharma Protector Vajra's hands have been dancing slowly. He has not been seen coming, and he has not seen any other actions. He moves very slowly.
Of course, this could not be a real god. Yang Jiyi was brave, and after thinking this, he quickly calmed down and discovered more doubts.
Viewed from this side, the gods, Buddhas and monsters, including the huge glaring King Kong, are slightly transparent, and you can see the sky behind and some clouds in the sky.
"These things are illusions!"
Yang Ji thought to himself. But this conclusion is even more surprising than the fact that the Dharma Protector King Kong is the true body.
To create such a magnificent and huge group of illusions is even more difficult than inviting a Dharma Protector. Yang Ji could not imagine who could have such ability.
In addition, although he thought it was an illusion, Yang Ji still felt that something was wrong.
If these things are all fake, then what is the power that I feel that can turn the violent energy of the great Asura? That peaceful and peaceful power clearly comes from that place.
"What on earth is going on? The Dharma Protector Vajra is a Buddhist thing, but there is such a thing in the mountains outside Langya County. Why have I never heard of it?"
Yang Ji's eyelids twitched and he was confused.
The eastern border is so big, and ordinary people rarely reach the barren mountains, but for warriors, there is no such restriction. Why has no one else discovered such an amazing phenomenon?
For a moment, Yang Ji felt that this deep mountain was full of mystery.
"The things of Buddhism are good and not evil. Moreover, this power is invisible and formless, but it can resolve the hostility of the great Asuras. It is definitely not a demon or evil, and there should be no danger."
Yang Ji hesitated for a moment, but decided to go over and take a look. This power would be beneficial to him in controlling the power of the Great Asura and resolving the hidden dangers of the Great Asura. Even for this reason, it was worth going to take a look.
Not to mention, Yang Ji didn't feel any threat in his heart.
"Whoa!"
Yang Ji swung his sleeves, raised his hair, and integrated "Ten Thousand People Beheaded" into his body, and like a zigzag lightning, it flew towards the mountain top where the golden clouds were.
Buzz, for about a few breaths, the mountain tops changed again. The golden clouds shrouded in mist and the huge Dharma Protector suddenly disappeared.
An inconspicuous little golden temple appeared deep in the golden clouds.
This time Yang Ji can be sure that this is not an illusion, but a real small temple.
"It's really breathtaking! This small temple must have something to do with Buddhism. Buddhism has been lost, leaving only some Buddhist forces established by the branches of Buddhism. I just don't know if this temple is?"
Yang Ji secretly said, becoming more and more curious.
The small temple of Jing's posthumous name looks very inconspicuous in this deep mountain. But in Yang Ji's eyes, it becomes more and more mysterious.
He had seen the magnificent vision just now. Because of this, he felt that the small temple was even more amazing.
The distance of several miles passed by, and the astonishing strange phenomena on the top of the mountain had all disappeared. It looked peaceful and peaceful. Yang Ji swayed his robe, flicked it, and flew down from a treetop.
"I wonder who is inside?"
Yang Ji looked at the top of the mountain, spread out his body skills, and turned into a blur of light, winding all the way to the top of the mountain.
After a while, Yang Ji finally arrived at the mountain. There were pines, ancient cypresses, and lush green trees on the mountain. A cool breeze enveloped the mountain, making it very comfortable.
Among these green pines and simplicity, stands a quiet temple with red walls and golden roof.
Before Yang Ji went up the mountain, he had many imaginations about this temple. But he never expected that this temple would be so ordinary.
The red exterior wall is somewhat mottled, and the paint is peeling off in some places.
The temple is neither high nor big, just like an ordinary thatched house. The double doors of the temple are wide open, and there are only a few stone steps in front of the door. Yang Ji stood at the door and saw no one around.
This kind of small temple in the mountains is so ordinary. At other times, it would be difficult to connect it with the magnificent celestial phenomena before.
Moreover, Yang Ji did not feel any huge energy fluctuations.
"How is this going?"
Yang Ji frowned, becoming increasingly puzzled.
This strange place is ordinary but extraordinary at the same time, extraordinary yet ordinary at the same time. Yang Ji stood at the front door and couldn't understand it.
If Yang Ji had followed Yang Ji's previous imagination, there would always be a few powerful caregivers in such a special place. However, fallen leaves were scattered all over the ground, and the place seemed quiet, deep, and deserted.
The only thing that allowed Yang Ji to persevere was that standing in this place, he felt particularly peaceful and had no thoughts of any dispute.
But that's all. Apart from this, Yang Ji didn't feel anything else special.
"I really don't understand."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart. The majestic heaven and earth vision before and the ordinary small temple on the top of the mountain now give people an extremely contradictory feeling.
If it wasn't clear that all the changes originated from here, Yang Ji would have wondered if he had looked in the wrong place.
"Go in and have a look."
Yang Ji hesitated for a moment. Still unable to restrain his curiosity to get to the bottom of things, he raised his right foot, crossed the threshold, and walked in.
The small temple was cold and cold. When Yang Ji walked in, the sound of his footsteps was very clear in the small temple.
"hollow."
Yang Ji lowered his head and discovered that there were rows of red floor tiles under his feet, neatly stacked. If he wasn't careful, he would have thought they were a single large piece of red rock.
But Dingqing was careful, and Yang Ji immediately discovered something different.
"There are words on the floor tiles...it's scripture!"
Yang Ji was secretly surprised. Each of these red floor tiles was actually engraved with dense tadpole characters. Yang Ji leaned over and took a look and found that they were actually scriptures.
"These are prayer bricks!"
Yang Ji was greatly surprised. He read in some unofficial history that some devout monks were so enthusiastic about Buddhism and Taoism that they carved scriptures in every place.
They would carve scriptures on their cassocks, on the walls, on the Buddha statues, on their alms bowls, and even on the floor tiles under their feet.
This kind of sutra bricks is called sutra bricks. According to legend, the sutra bricks carved by some masters with noble morals and profound Buddhist teachings have incredible abilities. They can subdue demons and heretics, serve as magic weapons, magic weapons, and even change mountains and rivers.
However, Buddhism and Taoism were lost, and the same scripture bricks are used. The scripture bricks of this era are obviously not comparable to those of the Buddhist and Taoist era.
Yang Ji raised his head and looked around. The walls inside the temple were mottled and very simple. There were no shrines and no offerings. There was only a broom placed against the corner, which was full of a strong atmosphere of life.
Near the threshold, Yang Ji also found a pair of neatly arranged wooden clogs. Seeing this pair of wooden clogs, Yang Ji suddenly had a clear understanding in his heart:
"There is only one person living alone in this temple."
Swish!~
At this time, Yang Ji heard a subtle sound coming from the next door. The sound was very small, a bit like the rustling of writing on paper. If you weren't careful, you wouldn't be able to hear it at all.
"I wonder who lives in this small temple in the mountains?"
Yang Ji felt stupid in his heart and had a strong feeling of wanting to find out. The illusion of King Kong that he saw miles away, as well as the strange peaceful power that could resolve the violent aura of the Great Asura, was finally about to be revealed.
Thump thump thump!
Yang Ji couldn't suppress the intense exploration in his heart. He hurriedly stepped over the bricks and came to the ajar side door. He pushed it gently and found a teahouse-like room behind the door.
There was only an old straw mat and a simple small table in the room. There were old clumsy teacups and teapots on the table. They were all very ordinary things.
Yang Ji walked through the teahouse and came to the small door at the deepest part of the teahouse. The rustling sound here became louder and louder.
Without much hesitation, Yang Ji stretched out his hand and pushed open the small door deep in the tea room. With a squeak, the small door opened and he could see clearly what was behind the small door. Yang Ji was completely shocked.
Behind the door is a space with a radius of several feet. The room is filled with golden light. A very young-looking bald monk wearing a cassock is diligently transcribing scriptures with his back to himself.
He was so focused that he didn't even notice that Yang Ji came in.
If this is all, then that's it. At best, they are just little monks studying hard in the mountains and devoted themselves to the Buddha.
It is no different from the scene of Yang Ji studying hard in Jin'ancheng.
But Yang Ji clearly saw that the young monk was holding a pen in his right hand, and the dragon was flying on the page. The words under the pen immediately jumped into the sky, transforming into golden Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, rows of Vajras, celestial maidens, celestial dragons, and a group of ferocious beasts.
Beasts, birds, poisonous insects, a shower of light, Buddha lotus, cities and the earth...
Buddhas stood in the sky and preached, Bodhisattvas lined up on both sides, Vajras wielded steel pestles to slay demons, goddesses sprinkled flowers all over the sky, celestial dragons chanted, and groups of ferocious beasts, birds, and poisonous insects lay on the ground to listen to the Dharma.
Everything arises and dies, moves around, has its own life, and together interprets the legend of Buddhism and Taoism.
Yang Ji was stunned.
Against the backdrop of these Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Vajras in the void, the entire sutra room is solemn, solemn, bright, and filled with a peaceful atmosphere.
The golden light that Yang Ji saw filling the sutra room was born in this way. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
