Chapter 470 Golden Winged Dapeng
Time flies.
Huangdi once again fast-forwarded into the past.
Soon, the Yellow Emperor in the picture was in his twenties. He had a shaved head, a few scars, and was sitting on a bed of clouds. The bed of clouds was located on the top of the mountains. Behind him, there was a magnificent palace. temple.
There are three words written on the temple plaque.
Leiyin Temple!
"Is it the Leiyin Temple?"
Nie Wushuang asked.
It was obvious that Huangdi understood the meaning of his words.
"Yes, this is Leiyin Temple. It has been passed down from generation to generation. It is like a nail nailed in this world. It is the coordinate projection of Buddhism. As long as it exists, the projection of Buddha will come again!"
"For us, it may be a long period of time, such as hundreds of thousands of years, before the Buddha's projection appears again. However, for the Buddha who is already a saint, the hundreds of thousands of years in our world are to him, Maybe just for a moment!"
Huang Di said this.
"I'm ashamed. I was the spokesperson of Buddhism back then, and it was under my hands that Leiyin Temple grew!"
Then, from the perspective of the young Yellow Emperor, he looked down at the mountains.
I saw countless people prostrating towards the Leiyin Temple on the top of the mountain. After walking a few steps, they fell to the ground. Is it because the Buddha rescued them from dire straits and allowed them to live a happy life?
No!
it's not true!
They still live in a hell-like world. Monsters occasionally eat blood food. Buddhism does not need blood food, but it requires them to contribute everything they have, not only incense and belief, but also private property.
Only by dedicating yourself wholeheartedly can you show your faith.
Then, in the second reincarnation, you will not suffer and can become a master.
Those people have no doubts about these statements. They believe in Buddha. In order to show their faith, they make people doubt their life.
Where is the Buddha?
The Buddha will only look at them from a high position and look at them with great compassion.
All living beings are a sea of suffering!
Always so!
"At that time, you didn't doubt all this?"
Nie Wushuang asked.
Huang Di glanced at the young Huang Di sitting on the cloud bed, and he sighed.
"Suspect?"
"How can you doubt it?"
"Once I have doubts and my faith collapses, I will immediately be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell."
"The so-called eighteen levels of hell are one of the three thousand worlds of the Buddha. The three thousand pure lands are perfect and beautiful. However, where there is yin, there is yang. Behind the perfection and beauty is despair and pain. These eighteen levels of hell are The projection of the pure land!”
"Those who do not believe, blaspheme, and disrespect the Buddha will be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell and will never be able to stand up again!"
After saying that, Huang Di sneered.
The emotions were so complex and the expressions were so rich. In Nie Wushuang's eyes, the Yellow Emperor's projection was not a lofty emperor of heaven, but an ordinary person.
Back to Basics?
Is that so?
"Then how did you get out of it?"
Nie Wushuang said.
Now that the Yellow Emperor has become the Yellow Emperor, he has become the first supreme person controlled by the human race in this world, and Buddhism has only left one Leiyin Temple hidden in an unknown space, making it difficult to spread faith in the world.
Then, he must have escaped the control of Buddha.
However, that was a saint. Even if it was a projection of a saint, his shackles should not be something that the Yellow Emperor at that time could break free of!
"Just like the Qing Emperor wanted to fight to the death when faced with a catastrophe, the demon clan is also the same. No matter how slow they are, they will feel that something is wrong and will inevitably struggle to the death. It is impossible to just sit back and wait for death and just accept the arrangement of heaven. "
After the words fell, Huang Di waved his hand.
The next moment, the picture changed again.
I saw a group of black clouds appearing in the distant horizon, with gold rims on both sides, rolling towards the Leiyin Temple. As I got closer, I realized that it was not a black cloud, but a huge thing, with wings spread as far as a thousand miles. A huge monster bird from afar.
"Golden-winged Roc!"
"This is the great sage of the demon clan!"
"The real great saint of the demon clan has noble blood, not the little demons today who don't even have much of the blood of their distant ancestors left!"
"Those little demons claiming to be great saints are nothing more than incompetent demons!"
"When the Emperor of Heaven is on the throne, there will be gods and immortals. Therefore, the fight in the Two Realms Mountain seems to be lively, but in fact, it is more like acting. Even if the monsters break through the Two Realms Mountains and break into the human world, they will not be able to get a good deal. !”
"Even if it's the Qing Emperor's Immortal Dynasty, even if heaven and earth are cut off, as long as some resources are consumed, the Immortals can still come to the world. It's definitely not something that the lingering guys on the ancient fragments can resist!"
Nie Wushuang glanced at Huang Di.
Huang Di understood instantly and said with a smile.
"The topic has gone too far!"
"In short, when the demon clan rules the world, it is very powerful. Even if the human race has the blessing of heaven, even if it has the support of external Taoists, and the blessing of Buddhism, in fact, compared to the demon clan, it is still at a disadvantage."
After saying that, Huang Di shook his head.
In an instant, the golden-winged roc was in front of him.
"call out!"
A piercing scream.
It was like thunder rolling in.
If this sound reaches your ears, any living creature, as long as it is not at a certain level, will have its soul shattered when it hears this sound.
In other words, in the Buddhist country under the rule of Leiyin Temple, probably not even one out of ten millions of living beings will survive, and most of them will die.
As a Buddhist, the young Yellow Emperor would naturally not let such a thing happen.
"Buddha said, when I hear this, it feels like a refreshing breeze!"
He assumed a posture of supremacy over all the land and earth, chanting softly, and the sound reverberated in the void and resounded through the three realms.
When this sound reached the ears, the sharp whistle of the Golden Winged Dapeng was like a breeze, drifting away from the ears of millions of creatures.
"Evil demons, you are looking for death!"
The Golden Winged Dapeng shouted angrily.
He flapped his wings.
Suddenly, a hurricane rose between heaven and earth.
Wherever it passed, even the towering peaks would be blown off in the middle, and its horror was beyond words.
"Amitabha!"
The young Yellow Emperor bowed his head, and the projection of the Buddha above the Leiyin Temple also bowed his head and lowered his eyes. In the sound of the Buddha's name, the terrifying hurricane dissipated instantly.
Buddha is merciful?
That's just a character setting!
It is impossible for the Buddha to be so merciful that he would allow others to slap him left and right, and the so-called cutting flesh to feed the eagle is even more nonsense.
The eagle in front of him, oh, this eagle has already launched two attacks, he can't let it attack him.
Then, the young emperor raised his palm and gently pressed down.
Suddenly, above the sky, a huge palm covered the sky and pressed down. Even if the Golden Winged Dapeng saw that the situation was not good and flapped its wings to escape, it could fly tens of thousands of miles, but it was always covered by that big hand.
When the guy was about to be pressed in the palm of the hand.
Something happened suddenly.
The big hand suddenly trembled, almost turning from solid to virtual.
At that moment, the Golden Winged Dapeng flew out from the gap between the fingers of the big hand, and was not pressed under the hand.
At the same time, a trace of pain flashed across the face of the young Huangdi.