Not everyone thinks that the other world at the end of the sacred tree is Shambhala.
Among the crowd looking up at the tall sacred tree, someone calmly analyzed: "There is no Buddha or Buddha hall here, so it is definitely not Shambhala."
"If you ask me, the end of the sacred tree should be the real Kunlun Xu or the Palace of the Queen Mother of the West."
These people still refuse to give up, and are still looking for the temple left in the human world by the Palace of the Queen Mother of the West, hoping for the great opportunity.
Whether it was Shambhala, Kunlunxu, or the Palace of the Queen Mother of the West, these people were so noisy that no one dared to climb the sacred tree at this time.
Not only because those tantric monks and Tibetan people were turning around the tree to pray for the deceased sages sitting under the tree, but also because the two golden and bloody words on the tree warned people, and no one wanted to do so at this time.
As a first-timer, I didn't see that even several sages passed away here. No one knew what was going on on top of this sacred tree.
At the same time, everyone couldn't help but be curious in their hearts: what happened to these venerables, and why did they all pass away under the sacred tree?
Where are the four third-level powerhouses who rushed in before? Why were they nowhere to be seen along the way? Have they all boarded this road to the sky?
There are too many questions that make people anxious and suspicious, so that so many people can stay under the giant tree for so long.
Looking at the impetuous expressions on everyone's faces, Jin An lowered his eyebrows and thought. He knew that this situation would not last long. Someone would definitely be the first to take the lead, and soon there would be a second and third person.
, ten people, a hundred people...
The Road to Heaven, the end of the sky, another world. This huge sacred tree that connects the three realms of heaven, earth and man hides many secrets. Everyone is eager to reach the sky in one step and become a god or immortal.
During this period, Jin'an discovered that those people from Tianzhu became much quieter and no longer ostentatious after the death of the ancient yoga master Jananda and the passing of several sages.
The Tianzhu people were kneeling around the three cows and praying, praying that their three strong men would come back alive with a miracle.
The three old men from Tianzhu never came back, and their horses were also taken deep underground by these disciples and disciples from Tianzhu. They were worried about staying in that underground city.
The three sacred cows are three-eyed cows, triangular-shaped cows, and white yaks. They are probably fed medicinal plants and elixirs on weekdays. They have bulging muscles, sharp edges like rocks, and are bigger than adult bison.
Going out for a lap is indeed a bit magical.
No wonder those Tianzhu people carry them wherever they go like treasures, never leaving them, fearing that someone will lead them away.
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Seeing that the tree-turning ceremony would be over soon, everyone began to sit down and rest in twos and threes. They casually took a few pieces of dry food to pay for their internal organs and had no intention of cooking.
Jin An wanted to light a fire and take a sip of the hot broth sprinkled with some snow-white salt flowers, but unfortunately in order to overcome the poisonous miasma, they traveled lightly, leaving pots, pans, and other unimportant items that took up space in the underground city.
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In the corner, Qi Bo was chewing on dry and tough meat. Looking at the old Taoist priest who was turning trees with other Tantric monks, he couldn't help but sigh: "Taoist Chen and Taoist Jin'an are kindhearted and compassionate, and they have been together for a long time."
Now, I feel more and more that Daoist Chen and Daoist Jin An are the same person."
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Jin An immediately denied it: "I don't have the problem of grinding my teeth or snoring when I sleep, and I don't have the bad habit of hiding yellow charms in my shoe insoles."
Qi Bo was amused.
Complaints are complaints, Jin An's face turned solemn: "Those tantric monks along the way took good care of the old Taoist, and he was doing his best."
In the belief of the local people, if you go around the holy mountain or the holy lake, you can wash away the sins of your life; if you go around the mountain ten times, you can avoid the pain of hell in five hundred reincarnations; if you go around the mountain a hundred times, you can become a Buddha and ascend to heaven.
A solemn and sacred ceremony.
Those tantric monks should be able to turn around the sacred tree a hundred times, and they can't finish it in a short time.
Qi Bo glanced at his young master, then turned to look at Jin An, and said with a smile: "Taoist Jin An reunited with Taoist Chen this time. After the trip to Kunlun Mountain is over, what are your plans next?"
Jin An said without thinking: "When things in Kunlun Mountain are over, we will go back to Wu Zang Taoist Temple in Wuzhou Prefecture and try to combine two Luogeng jade plates there to see if we can divine the whereabouts of the sharp sword. At the same time, we will go back to visit
Friends, please let your neighbors know that they are safe. It has been almost a year since I left Kangding Country. Time flies so fast..."
Jin An looked at the starry sky. Although there was a dark cave wall above his head and there was no so-called starry sky, this did not stop him from looking into the distance.
Qi Bo, who did not understand Jin An's true state of mind at this moment, couldn't help but sigh: "It is true that time flies by so fast, one year after another, one day after another, one autumn after another, one generation after another.
One gathering and one parting, one joy and one sadness, one couch and one bed, one lifetime and one dream. Time tends to make people grow old. Sometimes you want it to slow down, but it gathers less and separates more. Sometimes you want it to run faster.
, but it can make your days feel like years..."
Qi Bo's eyes recalled.
I am immersed in the memories of my youthful flight and the passage of time.
Only Jin An and Mr. Yiyun were left dryly tearing the dried meat apart and eating each bite.
Silly Sheep was very quiet and lay still, probably because the power of the Dragon Ball Spiritual Liquid had not been fully digested yet, and he was just lying there to digest it.
At this time, there was a noisy argument. It turned out that the people of Tianzhu let the three sacred cows roam around, causing the stench of cow dung to fill the sky, which made people angry.
Everyone was worried about the three elders of Tianzhu, and they tolerated these three mounts again and again, but finally they couldn't help but explode.
"They are both cows. Look at the white cow over by Master Yongcuo. It is quiet, does not bark or make any noise, does not pull or run around. Look at your sacred cow again, how can it be so arrogant and domineering?
You are just like the gangsters who defecate everywhere and act like hooligans. They are all cows. Don’t go too far! Labor and management have tolerated you for a long time!”
Seeing someone being disrespectful to the sacred cow they believed in, those Tianzhu people started arguing without retreating.
The three sacred cows didn't know why they had offended the public. They just dropped the gifts without any scruples as before, and many people would thank them.
As everyone was delayed here, people's hearts became impetuous, and the number of disputes and frictions also increased. Finally, someone couldn't hold back their impatience and soared into the sky, flying up the tall and straight tree trunks.
It's Feitouman!
One after another, a dozen flying heads flew upward along the trunk of the tree!
This scene immediately attracted the attention of everyone present. Those flying heads left and came back quickly. Everyone couldn't wait to step forward and ask, what is above the ancient tree?
Is there really a heavenly gate that leads to heaven?
In the face of questioning, the head of the Jiangtou Master flew back to his neck. He just gave them a cold look and ignored these people. Several Jiantou Masters gathered around and began to murmur and discuss, speaking in Nanman dialect that others could not understand.
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Soon, a dozen more flying-headed barbarians flew up from the group of head-lowering masters. These head-lowering masters reached cooperation. Each four flying-headed barbarians bit the limbs of a headless man, and the headless man or his back
Or take a few people with you and fly into the sky together.
This flight.
Those Nanman surrendering masters are gone and never come back.
The people who stayed in the same place became more and more restless as they waited, with their necks raised one by one, as if they were looking forward to seeing something. They were deeply afraid that the miracle at the end of the sacred tree would be snatched away by such southern barbarians. At this moment, the white circle of the sacred tree ended.
Some people couldn't hold it any longer, and eagerly climbed up with the trunk of a huge tree with bark as huge as a rocky cliff.
At this time, several senior Tantric monks stood up and tried to dissuade those who climbed the tree, but those people did not listen at all. The road to heaven was right in front of them, and no one was willing to give up easily.
Even if I risk my life, I am willing to do so.
As more and more people climbed up the sacred tree, the tantric monks couldn't help but stopped trying to persuade him. The death of the Venerable was a big deal. They planned to take the Venerable's body back for a grand burial. They did not plan to climb this tree.
The God Tree, instead, followed the last words of several venerables, exited this mountain, and never set foot in this forbidden place again.
Even several venerables passed away here, leaving last words before their death asking them to go back. No matter what miracles there were on the sacred tree, they did not want to pry.
The purpose of their coming here was to track down the whereabouts of several missing venerables. Faced with the warning, they did not dare to be more greedy.
Jin An and his group made a good impression on some Tantric monks. For example, the Tantric monks at Renzeng Temple were very friendly to Jin An and the others, and the eminent monk Luosang from Renzeng Temple wanted to dissuade Jin An and others alone.
Jin An bowed to this eminent monk with a Bodhisattva heart and said with firm eyes: "Master Luosang, I have my own reasons for going."
Young Master Yiyun and Uncle Qi also thanked Master Luo Sang for his kindness. Young Master Yiyun traveled around the world and saw the beauty, splendor and weirdness of the world. She also wanted to know what was at the end of this ancient tree.
As for Qi Bo, wherever his son goes, his old servant will naturally follow him.
Master Luo Sang sighed, with a worried look on his face, and wanted to persuade Jin An a few words, but he did not persuade Jin An.
In the end, Master Luosang had no choice but to leave. Before leaving, he said: "I will pray for you, Taoist Master Jin'an, along the way. I hope you will come back safely and come to Renzeng Temple as a guest."
Jin An smiled and said: "Master Luosang has a bodhisattva-like heart and is very kind and compassionate. Then we would like to thank Master Luosang very much. We will definitely go to Rigzen Monastery as guests."
Master Luosang shook his head solemnly: "Compared to the many people you saved outside the snow-capped mountains, Taoist Master Jin'an, your merits are immeasurable."
Throughout the whole process, Mr. Yiyun of Jin'an translated the Tubo language, and then translated the Tubo language into Chinese.
"Taoist Master Jin'an, Yiyun Lamu, you must return safely. I will prepare the best tsampa, yogurt and butter tea and wait for you at Renzeng Temple. Take care of yourself."
"Master, take care of yourself along the way."
As soon as the tantric monks left, a large open space opened under the sacred tree, which was a little deserted. However, this deserted space was quickly disturbed by the noise. There were more people who did not want to miss the opportunity in front of them and followed the hard and uneven tree bark like dragon skin.
Climb up.
The people from the five major tribes on the plateau did not leave with the tantric monks. They had gone through a lot of trouble to get here. No one wanted to return empty-handed and suffer punishment and glare from the tribe.
At this time, Qi Bo looked at Jin An with hesitation and hesitation.
Before Qi Bo could speak, Jin An already guessed what the other party wanted to say, and took the initiative to say: "Let's wait here for the old Taoist priest."
It seems to be explaining and speaking to oneself: "We all have reasons why we have to go!"
He didn't let him wait long, and sure enough, he heard the old Taoist priest shouting from a distance: "Little brother, wait for me, Taoist priest!"
I saw the old Taoist priest who had changed into his Taoist robes, wore a Taoist crown on his head, Shifang shoes on his feet, and a Tai Chi Bagua bag draped over his shoulders, running panting towards the sacred tree from outside the ruins of the ancient ruins.
Since the tree-turning was completed, the old Taoist priest had been looking for an opportunity to break away from the group of tantric monks, and finally rushed back to join them.
The old Taoist priest saw the goat's huge and majestic body like an ox from a long distance away. His face lit up and he ran faster.
"But I'm so anxious, old Taoist. I thought, little brother, if you really leave me alone, you can go on your own." After rejoining, the old Taoist held his knees with both hands and ran out of breath.
Although the old Taoist priest has been eating some heavenly materials and earthly treasures since he followed Jin'an. He has eaten the longevity peaches in Dongtian Blessed Land and the dragon pearl spiritual liquid, but his physical condition has not improved much.
Looking at the frail old Taoist priest, the goat on the side gave him a sideways look, as if he was mocking that even if a pig ate so many treasures of heaven and earth, it should be somewhat improved.
The old Taoist priest ran too fast and was panting from exhaustion. He had no energy to argue with the goat for the time being. This is a plateau snow mountain. There are few places in Tibet that are higher than the Kunlun Mountains, and the air is even thinner in the mountains.
, even if the old Taoist priest spent more than half a year training in Tubo to develop a pair of iron lungs, he still wouldn't be able to withstand running like this.
What's more, he is still an old man.
"Taoist Chen, don't be in a hurry. Take a deep breath slowly and then exhale deeply. Taoist Jin'an said that you have a reason why he has to go. I'm sure you will come back to join us." Qi Bo stepped forward to help the old Taoist sort out his energy and let him
Old Taoist priests recover faster.
After taking a few deep breaths, the old Taoist priest gradually recovered. He grinned and said, "Sure enough, we have the same thoughts."
Jin An glanced at the old Taoist priest who always took advantage of him in details. This time he did not quarrel with the old Taoist priest. Instead, he looked up at the endless sacred trees that had grown for countless thousands of years and frowned: "This way
Neither Uncle Lin nor the three Tianzhu elders were seen. I guess that Uncle Lin and the three Tianzhu elders all boarded this suspected Kunlun Mountain building tree."
Watching the two of them playing riddles, Mr. Yiyun asked, "Who are you talking about?"
The old Taoist priest beamed with joy and said: "That's the Taoist master who soared off the ground in the underground city. He is the owner of the coffin shop opposite Wu Zang Taoist Temple! When my little brother and I first arrived in Fucheng, we were able to sharpen swords thanks to the help of this benefactor Lin.
It's so quick to get a foothold. When we were in the dungeon a few days ago, my little brother and I felt that the man's profile was familiar, and he looked a bit like Boss Lin, but we didn't dare to confirm it without seeing him face to face, but no matter what, we
It all needs to be confirmed in person.”
"Oh, by the way, we also ate little brother's peaches together."
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The originally serious atmosphere suddenly disappeared as soon as the old Taoist priest opened his mouth.
People have gathered, and four people and one sheep are starting to prepare to climb the sacred tree.
After just a moment's delay, the number of people gathered under the sacred tree decreased a lot, and there were many more climbing figures on the surface of the sacred tree. They were as small as ants clinging to each other, and like a group of earthworms shaking the tree.