A pagoda soon appeared. The pagoda was in the shape of a hexagon and was full of beautiful things. In the middle stood a three-meter-high statue. It stood in the middle of a pool of water. It was solemn and solemn, with a big and round face, two ears hanging from the shoulders, and eyes.
Half-closed, the head is full of particles, extending to the neck. If you look closely, it looks like there are countless flesh bumps.
It held a bottle in its left hand, and a column of water poured down from the mouth of the bottle. The water droplets turned into colorful shapes, but they were crystal clear. The pool was surrounded by rare and precious treasures, which looked like seven jade Buddha treasures.
The walls are like a Buddhist cave, full of carvings, niches and statues, all the way to the dome of this level.
The dome is decorated with flying sky patterns, the ribbons look like clouds, and the central part looks like the sky. It’s really spectacular.
After a while, he came back to his senses. Sun Weiming came to see the portal, but where was the portal?
I searched everywhere but there were no clues. There were no carvings, flying apsaras, or statues. There was no blank space anywhere in the tower. How could there be any door?
Could it be on the second floor? I couldn't help but go to the bottom and go up to the door on the second floor. But this door has no stone slabs, no jade platform, no plaque, and it doesn't move at all. Maybe this door is also a disaster door, and Sun Weiming's disaster is not enough.
Still difficult to open.
Sun Weiming couldn't help but slumped in front of the big statue. He really didn't know what to do. He finally opened the door and entered the tower, but where was the portal? He stared at the big statue and thought: "Oh, what if I can't enter the Turin Buddha?"
In the spirit world, what should Hao Ling do?"
Suddenly, the more I looked at it, the more weird the big statue became. I kept paying attention to the jade bottle he held in his left hand, but not his right hand. That right hand was really strange.
The palm of the hand is completely upright, but the index finger is turned ninety degrees. This...
This is really special. Sun Weiming stared directly at the index finger of the statue, which seemed to be revealing something.
It pointed at the back of Sun Weidan. Sun Weiming turned around and saw that the walls on both sides of the entrance to the pagoda were not like the other walls that were covered with Buddhist niches. Instead, they were decorated with patterns and carvings. What was wrong with these flower carvings? Is this really true?
It was a test of his carefulness and eyesight, but after looking carefully for a long time, he still couldn't figure out the reason.
Sun Weiming had an idea and pulled out a long line from the bend of his index finger, hitting it directly on the pattern plate. A small piece of painting fell off the pattern plate!
Sun Weiming carefully stretched out his fingers and gently pressed the place where it fell off.
Suddenly, a small platform floated from the ground!
Could this be the door switch? Sun Weiming nervously entered "Turin Buddha Spirit World Heaven" on the jade platform.
Between the gate and the statue, a piece of white mist appeared and flew up. After a while, it began to shrink, and another small mist flew out of it. This mist quickly shrunk into a mysterious bead.
After a while, the Xuanzhu lit up with white light, and the Umitara on Sun Weiming's body also lit up. It seemed that he had succeeded! The white mist slowly stabilized, revealing a large mirror, and the portal had taken shape.
After many years, Sun Weiming finally returned to the Buddha's Spirit World in Turin. I wonder if Cheng Yujun, Bai Lingyu, Dahui, and Mo Ai are still well.
With anticipation, excitement and excitement, Sun Weiming quickly stepped inside.
The place where Sun Weiming came out was the back hall of the Buddha's spiritual world in Turin. Mahamati was busy leading the souls into the reincarnation disk, and many unknown monks were busy coming in and out.
Miaocong happened to be near the portal. When he saw Sun Weiming coming out of the portal, he shouted in surprise: "You... you look so familiar."
"Are you Miaocong? Long time no see."
Miaocong shouted: "You, you are the Dharma King!"
He shouted too loudly, and Dahui, who was busy, also said: "Miaocong, what's the matter with the ghosts?"
Miaocong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, "Mahmati, Mahamati, it's Dharma King, it's Dharma King, Dharma King..."
Dahui had to come to the portal, and Sun Weiming waved his hand to him and said to them: "Dahui, you don't recognize me anymore, Sun Weiming."
Dahui's eyes widened and he said softly: "Dharma King..."
Then Bi Miaocong shouted louder: "King of Dharma, you really are Dharma King, you... you are okay, right? No, if you come out of the portal here, you should be fine. Wow, Dharma King, you are back!"
He was also worried that Sun Weiming had died again. Sun Weiming smiled and heard him return to his solemn appearance and shouted: "Everyone, please stop, come and see the Dharma King."
A group of monks all put their hands together and praised in unison: "Meet the Dharma King."
Mahamati also added: "Everyone, this is the legendary Dharma King of Chaos."
"Okay, okay, Dahui, don't do this. Don't be angry. I have something important to ask for your help." Sun Weiming said.
Dahui smiled bitterly and said: "Mo Ai has a lot of leisure time, how can he be so evil as me? Ever since I worked with Dharma King to rescue the demons in the Baoye Divine Cauldron, Dharma King, you see, the Buddha Spirit Realm has mobilized these many people from all over the world.
Come help."
Miaocong looked at Dahui, stuck out his tongue, and said: "Yes, Dharma King, from the time you left until now, we have hardly had any vacation, because Dahui is too busy."
Dahui said: "Dharma King, are you coming here to ward off demons again?"
Sun Weiming was a little embarrassed and said, "Yes, will it cause you any trouble?"
A group of people shouted in unison: "No."
It’s strange. Instead of complaining just now, the reaction was different all of a sudden. Mahamati said mysteriously: “Dharmaraja, since the establishment of the Buddha Spirit Realm, it has been so difficult for us to accumulate merit.
Come and visit, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us. As soon as I released the message asking for support, the Buddhist and spiritual monks from all over the world rushed to come, everyone rushed to get it." Then laughed loudly.
He came out with a proud look on his face and said, "Hey... I have never been so popular before, Dharma King, I really want to thank you."
Sun Weiming's apologetic face suddenly turned into joy, and said: "Dahui, don't be too happy too early. Let's go outside together to look for Mo Ai, and then we'll talk."
Dahui asked somewhat ambiguously: "You wanted to find your sister, but unfortunately, it was too late."
Is it too late? They must have been reincarnated!
Seeing Sun Weiming's disappointed look, Dahui pulled him and said, "Let's go and talk outside."
Once again, we came to the Jieyin Pavilion in the Buddha Spirit Realm. Not only were we free from anger, but we also practiced asceticism and walked happily. The three of them made tea and talked about each other next to the Jieyin Pavilion in the Buddha Spirit Realm Tianwai.
Sun Weiming and Dahui had just left the pavilion when they heard Mr. Shu Xing's ghostly cry: "With a wave of his hands, he actually twisted off the head of that idiot ghost soldier."
Mo Ai asked: "It's so powerful, even the ghost soldiers are no match for it."
"Damn it, it's more than amazing, and then... Hey, Mo Ai, why did your Dahui come out too? Did you ask him to make tea with you?" Mr. Ascetic said.
"What the hell, how can Dahui have time to make tea!" Mo Ai originally had his back to Jieyinting. As he was talking, he and General Lezu slowly turned around and took a look. General Lezu even shouted at Dahui.