The mortal body that covers the sky becomes an emperor

Chapter 236 Mount Sumeru

Zhang Xuan's appearance made the strong men of all races tremble with fear. There was no one among the ten thousand races who could compete with such a powerful quasi-emperor.

Moreover, that time four years ago, even now, still makes it difficult for the ancient strong men to let go.

A royal force that has been passed down through the ages has just disappeared. Even now, the Primordial Lake is still empty.

It can be controlled by the royal family. The terrain here is incredible and far beyond the territory of ordinary royal families, but no one dares to occupy this place.

And our protagonist has now set foot on the Buddhist land of the Western Desert.

He has traveled most of the entire Beidou Five Regions, but Henry Zhang only visited this Buddhist Pure Land in the West Desert once, and only walked around the periphery before leaving.

This place is really too weird. The power of faith in Amitabha spreads throughout the entire Buddha land. If you are not careful, you will be transformed by it.

Now, Henry Zhang is already a strong man in the fifth level of the quasi-emperor. In the entire Beidou, except for the restricted area of ​​​​life, there is no place that can stop him. Even if Buddhism uses the power of faith to bless the demon-subduing pestle, Henry Zhang can still compete.

Along the way, Henry Zhang stopped and walked, constantly studying the power of these beliefs and comparing them with what he had obtained before.

It wasn't until he reached the foot of Mount Xumi that Henry Zhang finally figured out that the power of these beliefs actually contained a unique power of salvation. No wonder, outsiders would choose to leave after coming to this Western Desert for a short time. Although the power of cultivating is weak, it will eventually be affected if it stays for a long time.

No wonder when Mount Xumi rushed into the road to become an immortal and wanted to teach him to become an immortal, no one in the entire Western Desert objected.

The sentient beings in the Western Desert have long been saved and respect Amitabha as a true god.

Henry Zhang sighed, but did not take action. He believed that the ancient emperors had already discovered everything here, but they felt that this had little impact, so they did not take action to interfere with Amitabha's layout.

Henry Zhang raised his head and looked at Mount Sumeru ahead.

This mountain is the highest immortal land of Buddhism and represents the foundation of Buddhism. Even if there is Amitabha, the pure ancient star of Buddhism, this place has unique significance to Buddhism.

Mount Sumeru is so huge, towering in the sky, so majestic and vast that it seems to pierce the sky.

It is said that this mountain is 84,000 yojanas high, and one yojana is about 13,000 meters. Calculated in this way, the height of Mount Sumeru is unimaginable. Of course, such a height is an exaggeration, but it is enough to show how extraordinary this mountain is.

Even if Henry Zhang has traveled in the starry sky for so many years, he has never seen a mountain that is more majestic than it. Even Kunlun on Earth is inferior in height.

Standing in front of this mountain, even Henry Zhang felt deeply his own insignificance, as if an ant was looking up at the stars, like an earthworm facing a towering tree.

The boundless silver waterfall hanging down the mountain and the endless sound of Zen make the entire Mount Sumeru even more extraordinary.

"interesting!"

The corners of Henry Zhang's mouth raised, showing an inexplicable smile, and he walked forward.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a vast expanse of water surrounding it, forming a sea. This is the Seven Treasures Pond of Buddhism, also known as the Eight Merits Pond, because the pool is filled with eight merit water.

The water quality is crystal clear, also known as eight-flavored water. It has eight special qualities, namely: clear, cool, sweet, light and soft, moist, peaceful, eliminates hunger and thirst, and nourishes the roots.

The Eight Merits Water is very precious. Countless Buddhist pilgrims come here from thousands of miles away just to take a sip of this Eight Merits Water.

The entire Eight Merit Pools surround Mount Sumeru. If you want to climb the mountain, you must cross these Eight Merit Pools.

Henry Zhang stood at the edge of the pool, reached out and took a handful of pool water and put it in front of his eyes to observe.

"Well, this is actually a sacred spring. After combining with the power of faith, it forms this unique water of eight merits."

You know, although the divine spring is not as good as the fairy spring, it is also an extremely rare existence in the entire universe.

There are also nine sacred springs on the nine holy mountains in the ancient forbidden land, which were used by the ruthless emperor to cultivate elixirs. "when……"

While Henry Zhang was observing, a bell rang slowly, and the next moment, several figures walked down from Mount Xumi.

"Amitabha, the quasi-emperor of the human race is coming, and we are really rude for not being able to welcome him from a distance."

The figure at the front was a mighty and domineering monkey. The hair on his body was shining with golden light. He was wearing a gray monk's robe, which restrained the aura of fighting against the heaven and the earth.

"I have met fellow Taoists and I have long heard that Douzhan Buddha is very powerful. When I saw him today, he was indeed well-deserved." Zhang Xuan said, cupping his hands.

"Fellow Taoist, that's ridiculous. Compared to fellow Taoist, my past thousands of years have been wasted." Du defeated Foji and made a Buddhist salute.

Henry Zhang looked past the Dou Zhan Buddha and towards the few beings behind him.

Standing half a step behind the fighting Buddha is an old monk with a gray beard. Even though his aura is extremely peaceful, Henry Zhang can feel that this is a saint king.

The others are also of extraordinary strength, and are basically in the realm of saints.

You know, now that the prosperous age has just begun, the powerful people in the major holy places of the human race are still sleeping, and these powerful people are definitely not all of Buddhism.

At least the great ancient Buddha of Moko, who could fight against the victorious Buddha, was still suppressed in Mount Sumeru.

Henry Zhang sighed with emotion: "Western Desert is really extraordinary, there are so many strong people."

"No matter how many powerful people there are in Buddhism, they are still no match for fellow Taoists. Even in the ancient times, there were almost no geniuses like fellow Taoists." Douzhan Buddha sighed.

Even his brother Douzhan Shenghuang, at Henry Zhang's age, is not much better than him, let alone others.

After a while of emotion, the fighting Buddha invited Zhang Xuan to climb Mount Sumeru.

Arriving at the top of the mountain, Henry Zhang sighed again as he looked at the endless power of faith that covered the entire Mount Sumeru with a layer of glow.

With so much power of faith, if Amitabha Buddha was like the Immortal Emperor, forging a body of faith, his strength would probably not be much worse than that of the Immortal Taoist. Even the Forbidden City Supreme could compete with it.

Shaking his head, Henry followed the Victorious Buddha into the main hall. Looking at the statue of Amitabha, Henry Zhang bowed respectfully.

No matter what Emperor Amitabha is planning, a human emperor deserves his respect.

"Fellow Taoist, why are you here?" After sitting down, Douzhan Buddha was the first to ask.

"For no other reason than to admire the face of Emperor Amitabha."

Henry Zhang said with a smile: "This trip to the Buddha Land opened my eyes."

Afterwards, Zhang Xuan and Dou Zhanfo Buddha started a discussion on Mount Sumeru.

Fighting to defeat the Buddha is really extraordinary. Not only does he have an extremely profound understanding of the ancient Tao, but he has been a Buddhist for two thousand years and his understanding of the Buddhist path has also opened Zhang Xuan's horizons.

Henry Zhang was not stingy and taught him the insights of breaking through the quasi-emperor.

Two days later, Henry Zhang descended from Mount Xumi and left the Western Desert.

However, the news of his meeting with the Victorious Buddha spread throughout the five realms again.

(End of this chapter)