Chapter 678: Thousand-armed Buddha of Treasure Flame (1)
Bailong City is very lively.
The Daming Jinlun Temple will never give up unless the damned assassin swordsman is found, and the Jiulong Cave will never have peace.
Not to mention, the troublemaker Bodhisattva Joy also took the initiative to get involved.
The death of Yin Xiu is insignificant.
But Bodhisattva Joy just wanted to get involved...and interfere heavily.
After watching the excitement for most of the day, Lu Yi went directly to Black Dragon City. Taking the Black Dragon City's teleportation array, Lu Yi continued to go deeper into the heart of the Western Regions controlled by the Buddhist sect.
He would fly, move, or pause to linger for half a day in a certain place, looking at the scenery and learning about the local customs. After nine months, Lu Yi, who had restored his "Fahai" look, had arrived the Baoyan Cave in Lingyuan Mountain, slightly southwest of the Western Regions.
Lingyuan Mountain covers a very large area and is more than ten times larger than Qionghua Mountain.
At the foot of the huge Lingyuan Mountain, there are many super-giant mineral veins with astonishing reserves of various rare metals, which can be said to be endless to mine and consume.
Lingyuan Mountain is dotted with temples of all sizes made of various metals. Each temple is exquisitely constructed, and each brick and tile faintly reveals various colors of Buddhist light. These bricks and tiles, if placed in the outside world, are all Buddhist artifacts of high grade. Countless bricks and tiles, beams and pillars, halls, and pavilions are combined together, and each temple is a large-scale combined Buddhist treasure.
All these temples were enveloped in an extremely dense layer of red Buddha flame.
The heaven and earth act as a furnace, and the Buddha's flame generated by the magical powers tempers these temples day and night. Countless strong men and Vajra use their magical powers to mine huge amounts of rare metals, and continuously throw them into these temples according to proportion.
The hundreds of thousands of temples, large and small, inside and outside Lingyuan Mountain are countless Buddhist treasures that are constantly being upgraded and strengthened.
Once the Buddhist high-level officials give the order, all these temples, big and small, will rise up in unison to form a massive Buddhist formation, like a huge mountain pressing down on one's head. It is conceivable that it would be a terrifying event that would destroy the world.
It took Lu Yi nine months, with the help of the giant teleportation array that was densely distributed among the Buddhist sects in the Western Regions, to finally reach Lingyuan Mountain.
He had just arrived at the entrance of a road leading into Lingyuan Mountain. Under the red-colored archway, which was also wrapped in Buddha's flames and was constantly burning day and night, several young monks who were laughing and playing came to greet him enthusiastically.
“Brother, are you here to forge your own Buddha treasure?” A young monk grabbed Lu Yi’s sleeve and said, “Master Hu Xiao, the head of our Third Sword Institute, forged a Demon-Slaying Sword that is fierce and sharp, as heavy as a mountain. There is always a True Immortal-level tiger monster in the back mountain, which can be used to absorb the true soul and refine it into the Demon-Slaying Sword. When the sword is out, the tiger roars angrily, and the power is amazing…”
The young monk spoke quickly and eloquently, "Especially since the day after tomorrow is Master Hu Xiao's 30,000th birthday, if you place an order within these seven days, Master Hu Xiao can give you a 30% discount!"
Another young monk rushed forward and hugged Lu Yi's arm: "Brother, please don't pay attention to those people from the Sword Academy... How can a Buddhist disciple wield a sword? My Master Lan Yi is the abbot of Qinglong Academy, and he is best at making various Zen staffs."
A young monk rushed up and hugged Lu Yi's thigh: "My Buddhist temple..."
Two little monks were hung on Lu Yi's other thigh: "Our Lotus Terrace Courtyard..."
Lu Yi coughed lightly and took out a palm-sized, thin golden token: "I came from the Dajue Temple in Shiziling. This is the order of the Thousand-Handed Buddha of Treasure Flame. This time, I came to ask the Thousand-Handed Buddha of Treasure Flame to personally forge my natal Buddha treasure for me!"
A group of young monks stared at Lu Yi in a daze.
After a long while, the young monk from the Third Sword Academy finally threw his hands in dismay, "Hey, another one with a backer... Why didn't you say so earlier? You asked the Buddha to personally help you, why are you teasing us young monks?"
Lu Yi laughed dryly, with cold sweat oozing out of his forehead.
Lingyuan Mountain is the largest weapon-refining branch of the Liangyi Tian Buddhist Sect. More than 60% of the Buddhist weapons and treasures of the Liangyi Tian Buddhist Sect are made by the weapon-refining monks of Lingyuan Mountain.
The Thousand-Armed Buddha of Treasure Flame is the best weapon refiner in the Liangyi Tian Buddhist sect. Among the many Buddhas, his combat power is not outstanding, but whenever the Buddhas gather to hold a Dharma assembly, the seats of the Thousand-Armed Buddha of Treasure Flame and the Immortal Medicine Buddha are all among the top 20 among all the Buddhas.
One refines weapons, the other refines elixirs. The two Buddhas are irreplaceable to Buddhism, and their status is naturally extremely high.
The golden token in Lu Yi's hand was given to him by the Xuanguan Buddha before he went to Mount Qionghua. This token represented a favor from the Thousand-Handed Buddha of Treasure Flame. Anyone holding the token could go directly to Mount Lingyuan and ask the Thousand-Handed Buddha of Treasure Flame to personally refine a most suitable Buddhist treasure for him.
You know, like the Thousand-Armed Buddha of Treasure Flame and the Immortal Medicine Buddha, there are countless great Buddhists who ask him to refine weapons, including many Buddhas and great Bodhisattvas.
If Lu Yi, a newcomer to the first level of heaven, did not have this Buddhist order, he would not even be able to see the Thousand-Armed Buddha of Treasure Flame.
Not to mention Lu Yu, without the Buddhist order of the Prison-Suppressing Black Light Buddha, even if Monk Yuanjue came to Lingyuan Mountain, he could only queue up at the door obediently. When it was not his turn, he could not expect to see the real Buddha in advance.
It just takes a while to chat with a few little monks.
From high in the sky, a cloud of fire slowly fell.
The fire cloud was composed of three colors of Buddha flames: white, green and blue. The high temperature was overwhelming. Even though it was still several miles away from Lu Yi, the terrible high temperature made Lu Yi sweat profusely.
The gap in their cultivation levels was too great. Lu Yi felt the terrifying power in the fire cloud, and his heart was awed. He put his hands together and bowed to the monk who was standing on the fire cloud with dull eyes and was obviously in a daze: "Brother, I am Fahai, and I am honored to meet you."
A group of young monks started shouting at the same time, blaming the big monk for the strong heat from his cloud that almost burnt them.
The dazed monk shook his head and muttered, "Can't the Fiery Gold Pattern Sand be fused with the Molybdenum Iron?"
The big monk shuddered and stamped his feet. The fire cloud under his feet immediately lost its heat. A group of little monks jumped and ran far away, pointing at this side and muttering to themselves.
The monk put his hands together and saluted Lu Yi: "Are you Junior Brother Fahai? Grandmaster asked me to come and pick you up."
The big monk waved his right hand, and an extremely strong force grabbed Lu Yu. Lu Yu felt like a newborn kitten being grabbed by a giant with a huge vise and lifted up extremely roughly.
Lu Yi struggled for a while, but didn't move at all!
He looked at the big monk in shock. This fellow's realm was at least above the twentieth heaven. The force that imprisoned Lu Yi's body was probably above Bai Peng...
Okay!
Lu Yi landed on the fire cloud. He smiled bitterly and said, "May I ask what your Dharma name is, Senior Brother?"
The great monk turned the clouds around, bringing a streak of fire, and rushed straight into the depths of Lingyuan Mountain. His eyes gradually fell into a dull state. He seemed to have heard Lu Yi's question clearly, and murmured: "Dharma name? Oh, Qianduan...hiss, how can Qianduan be as good as Wanduan? Wanduan is not as good as Baiwanduan...If I change my name to Zhaoyiduan, won't I be able to cast top-level Buddhist treasures?"
Lu Yi looked at Monk Qianduan helplessly.
Well, a technical geek, a monk who has gone completely crazy studying the art of forging...this kind of monk is generally a good monk.
Regardless of whether he was crazy or not, Monk Qianduan's escape speed was extremely fast. In a breath, he brought Lu Yu to a temple and then transferred to the teleportation array in the temple. The next moment, Lu Yu arrived at Baoyan Cave in the core area of Lingyuan Mountain.
There is a giant mountain that is several times larger than the main peak of Mount Qionghua. On the halfway up the mountain, there is a huge platform with a radius of hundreds of miles. Big monks with big iron chains wrapped around their arms are dragging large floating ships from all directions, transporting ship after ship of casting materials such as the essence of hardware, the essence of beautiful jade, rare iron mud, and the seven treasures of Buddhism.
These big monks walked in the air. The big ships had no power and were completely towed by their physical strength.
Lu Yu raised his eyebrows.
This is obviously a kind of body-tempering practice.
As these great monks ran through the air, their muscles were knotted and throbbing and swelling. Their aptitude might not be as good as the Snow Cliff Monk, but their aura was heavy, rich, and unusually solid and stable.
Compared with these 'coolie' monks, the Snow Cliff Monk's aura is a bit superficial.
Lu Yi nodded secretly.
The so-called only true Buddhist lineage in the Daming Jinlun Temple for countless years is just this... In Lu Yi's opinion, among the monks who work as coolies in the Baoyan Cave in Lingyuan Mountain, if any one of them has the same cultivation resources as the Snow Cliff Monk, his achievements will not be much lower than his!
At the end of the platform, halfway up the mountain, there is a cave entrance about a mile high and shaped like a flame.
Waves of heat continuously spewed out from the cave entrance, unpredictable but not at all violent... This heat wave, which should have been violent and scorching, inexplicably gave people a sense of tranquility and peace, as clear and moist as solidified crystal.
Someone in this cave has achieved an incredible level of control over the heat.
Monk Qianduan suppressed the cloud light and continued to use Buddhist teachings to restrain Lu Yi. He took him into the Baoyan Cave in just a few steps.
After walking thousands of miles , they saw a blazing palace in front of them. Monk Qianduan led Lu Yi straight into the palace and threw Lu Yi to the ground. He said, "This is Monk Fahai. I've brought him here. I'm leaving first."
Patting his butt, he walked to the main hall entrance, turned around, and said seriously: "Next time, don't look for me for this kind of troublesome matter... I'm busy recently... Oh, I wasted another furnace of good materials."
Lu Yi blinked his eyes.
Who is this monk Qianduan talking to?
Inside the main hall, a dozen old monks, young monks, and middle-aged monks who were sitting cross-legged on cushions all looked up at the same time and looked towards Lu Yi.
At the innermost part of the hall, on a cushion, an old monk who was skinny but had a strong frame, and whose every pore was spewing flames, waved his hand impatiently at Monk Qianduan: "You are so long-winded when you are doing something, get lost!"
A gust of wind suddenly rose from the ground, and Monk Qianduan flew out cursing.
The old monk looked at Lu Yi and hooked his finger at him: "Did you bring the master's edict? Show it to me..."
Just as Lu Yi was about to step forward, an old monk with white eyebrows beside him suddenly laughed and said, "Wait a minute!"
