Chapter 447: Small Temple on a Small Hill

Shichahai, the sea is clear and the river is clear, and the wind and waves are calm.

After more than three months after the Fantasy Temple, the young monk and his group finally arrived safely at Shichahai.

But at this time, less than half of the 108 followers who originally followed the young monk remained.

Those monks who did not reach the Shicha Sea all died unexpectedly on the way, but they did not die at the hands of demon seals, annihilation fate, or other Buddhist cultivators who became possessed by demons.

To be precise, since the last incident with the Golden Arhat, Moyin and others have never taken action again, which also makes the young monk and his party move much faster.

However, the Shiyun Desert in Western Shu Prefecture is inherently dangerous and dangerous. Even if Zhu Yanji and others are accompanying them, casualties will inevitably occur.

However, we finally arrived at Shishahai!

Looking at Shichahai, where the water and sky are the same color, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but more importantly, they felt a sense of spiritual joy. Apart from that, they could see colors other than yellow sand, which was also the same color. This is a gratifying change. People share the same heart and reason.

But there is another problem before everyone. Now the Shishahai is right in front of them, but how to cross it?

You know, although the Shicha Sea is not a real sea, it is hundreds of thousands of miles in circumference. How can you cross it without a boat or a bridge?

Even with Xiao Mian's Green Wood Flying Boat, how many people could he save? How many days can we fly?

Besides, who knows if there is any danger in the Shicha Sea?

On weekdays, Shichahai is a holy place in Western Shuzhou. Many people come to worship, but very few people dare to step into Shichahai and dare to desecrate it.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a golden light flew from the center of Shichahai.

Wherever the golden light passed, fist-sized golden lotuses sprouted everywhere, drifting with the current, the golden light swayed, the blue waves rippled, and the Shichahai, known as the natural chasm, became a thoroughfare.

In front of the golden bridge, the young monk clasped his hands together and looked solemn.

"Amitabha! This is the bridge that connects the gold to my Buddhist door. It only saves those who are destined. Although you follow the monk all the way and try your best, if you don't sincerely enter the Buddhist door, please don't go to the bridge. Otherwise, if you have two minds, I'm afraid you will It’s bad for you!”

What the young monk said was very clear, that is, if someone does not want to join Buddhism, it is better not to board the Jinyin Bridge.

Otherwise, I'm afraid something unexpected might happen...

For a moment, everyone was whispering.

Xiao Mian and the four of them had been walking together all the way, and they naturally gathered together at this time. It was only when they returned to the sea that they wanted to talk, so Xiao Mian shook his head slightly and said nothing with a smile.

Along the way, Guihai and others' trust in Xiao Mian became deeper and deeper. Guihai knew that Xiao Mian was the most astute and wise among the four, so he stopped talking and just watched what happened.

Soon after, everyone's discussion gradually subsided.

"Dear donors! If anyone is willing to follow me and take refuge in my Buddha, he can follow me on the Golden Bridge and reach the other shore. If anyone is unwilling to enter my Buddhist door, the young monk will also teach you a magical skill, which can be regarded as a reward for accompanying you to protect the way. Grace!”

The young monk's words once again aroused some discussion.

After a long time, dozens of followers were divided into two distinct groups. They were willing to follow the young monk to the Golden Bridge. However, there were less than ten people who led to the other side. Most of them just wanted to obtain a magical skill and left. , the two have nothing to do with each other since then.

Most of the people who follow the young monk are casual cultivators. For them, a magical power - no matter how ordinary the Hinayana magical power is, is enough to make them excited.

You know, that is the legendary magical power!

Even ordinary golden elixir monks, not everyone can develop magical powers, not to mention that the vast majority of these followers are still foundation-building monks.

Seeing this, the young monk didn't care.

I saw the young monk chanting the Buddha's name, and a golden wheel of treasure rose from behind his head.

The golden wheel treasure is clearly made up of hundreds of Buddha's light and magical powers. If you count carefully, there are exactly one hundred and eight Buddha's light and magical powers behind the little monk's head.

Obviously, even if none of those followers died, even if they all chose to leave, the young monk would have been prepared.

The Buddha's light swayed, and the supernatural power behind the young monk's head turned into a stream of light, penetrating into the minds of those monks who chose to leave.

The monks all shuddered and then calmed down.

"Dear donors! Although magical power is good, you still need to understand it on your own. What the young monk can give you is just a magical seed. As for how to make this seed germinate, grow, and even bear fruit, you still need to rely on your understanding and continuous meditation. . But the young monk has something to say: after all, these magical powers are passed down from the hands of the young monk. If you use them for evil in the future, don’t blame the young monk for not thinking about today’s feelings!”

"Thank you, little holy monk!"

"We will never dare to do anything wrong!"

"If there's nothing else, let's take our leave!"

After receiving the benefit, everyone dispersed.

On the shore of the huge Shicha Sea, there were only four young monks, Xiao Mian and eight monks who were willing to stay.

"Let's go!"

With a calm smile, the young monk took the lead in boarding the Golden Bridge.

The eight monks who were determined to stay followed the young monk without hesitation.

When Xiao Mian and the others came to see him, he saw the other three looking at him with some suspicion. Xiao Mian smiled bitterly and took the lead to step onto the Golden Bridge, setting the best example with his actions.

In this way, the three people in Guihai were all doubtful and boarded the Golden Bridge one by one.

When everyone boarded the Golden Bridge, the connecting Golden Bridge automatically shrank back without waiting for them to move. It was very fast, but the people standing on the Golden Bridge didn't notice it at all.

In just one breath, he traveled a hundred thousand miles and reached the other shore.

The first thing that caught the eye was a sea of ​​​​flaming red flowers.

When everyone followed the little monk onto the land, they found that these red flowers were one of the four great flowers in Buddhism, known as the other shore flower - Manjusari!

As everyone was stunned, the flaming red sea of ​​flowers turned into a huge red robe. The little monk took the lead in getting on the robe and then invited everyone.

Everyone hurriedly followed, and stepped on the robe, as if they were on the ground, stable and comfortable.

The little monk shouted a Buddhist name, and the robe carried everyone away.

In another breath, the robe landed on a small hill.

There was a small temple built on the hill, and there was nothing else.

Seeing this, the eight monks who intended to follow the little monk had different expressions, some were calm, and some had a drastic change of expression.

Even Xiao Mian smiled bitterly when he saw the small temple that seemed to collapse in a gust of wind. He remembered that when he was in Wanzong City, he had asked the little monk where he came from. Wasn't the little monk's answer a small temple?

It turned out that the little bald monk really came from an unknown small temple!

"All donors! I will give you another chance to choose: if you don't want to convert to Buddhism here, it's not too late to turn back now. If you want to leave, you can take anything on this mountain and leave from the teleportation array next to the temple gate. If you follow me into the small temple, you can't decide whether to stay or leave!"

Among the eight cultivators, there were some who regretted not falling. If they had left just now, they could have obtained a magical seed. Now, after hearing the little monk's words, their minds became active again. Four of them looked at each other, bowed to the little monk, and then searched on the hill.

Some people dug spiritual herbs, some picked spiritual fruits, and some caught a little white rabbit. What's more, the last person tried to take down the plaque of the small temple and take it away. Gui Hai, who couldn't bear it, went up and kicked him into the teleportation array.

"Little guy! How dare you be more shameless than Qing Yun..."

Xiao Mian was stunned when he heard the words, and then he punched Gui Hai with a smile and scolded.

In this way, except for the little monk, there were only Xiao Mian and the other four monks who always followed the little monk firmly outside the small temple.

At this time, the temple door opened slightly, and the holy monk Ananda walked out slowly.

"Amitabha! All donors have a predestined relationship with my Buddhist sect, please!"

Everyone didn't expect that they would have to trouble the holy monk Ananda to greet them personally, and hurriedly saluted.

The holy monk Ananda didn't think so, and personally welcomed everyone into the small temple.

After entering the temple gate, everyone was ready to see a dilapidated small temple, but they didn't expect that the inside and outside of the temple gate were two completely different worlds, which made everyone stand there.

In an instant, the fragrant aroma filled the air, and the breeze caressed people, making everyone feel cool and comfortable, relaxed and happy. There were seven-colored treasure trees nearby, eight merit waters in the distance, golden and dazzling everywhere, and rare and exotic birds in the sky. It was a paradise on earth, a pure land of bliss!

Although Xiao Mian was also shocked, he had been with the little monk for a long time after all, and he was familiar with the Buddhist method of pretending to be real, so he was not surprised.

As soon as the golden bridge appeared, Xiao Mian knew that the little monk was testing those followers. No matter what their character was, the golden bridge was just a secret technique of guiding, and it would not make any judgment. What could really make a judgment was the original heart of those monks themselves.

After that, there was another test outside the small temple.

Who knows if this pure land of bliss is the third test!