The mortal body that covers the sky becomes an emperor

Chapter 87 Western Desert Buddha Land
Beiyuan can be regarded as the most desolate of the five regions of Beidou. Most of the area is covered with Gobi.

Except for a few places that can be considered wealthy, most places are thousands of miles away from people.

In this desolate Gobi Desert, a young man wearing a black robe was walking slowly, and a two-inch white bird squatted on his shoulder and took a nap.

After an unknown amount of time, the little bird looked up and looked around, and said, "Say, Mr. Zhang, what are you looking for in the Gobi? Why are you getting further and further away?"

Henry Zhang raised his head and looked ahead, and explained: "It is said that in the depths of the Northern Plains, there once appeared the Road to Immortality. Although it is not the correct place, it also led to that mysterious area. It is said that there are still North Immortals. Light appears.”

The little bird combed its feathers with its beak and said helplessly: "You don't want to find the Northern Fairy Light, do you? That is an extremely terrifying existence. With our strength, I am afraid that I will be pulled into the transformation as soon as I encounter it. Dao, are you so hard to think about?"

Henry Zhang shook his head and did not answer its words.

Since this crane followed Zhang Xuan and left the inheritance place of Emperor Luan Gu, he has completely released his nature and completely turned into a chatty bird.

Before, Henry Zhang wanted to use it as a mount and fly around on it, but was beaten by it.

Looking at the crane still chirping on his shoulder, the corners of Henry Zhang's mouth twitched a few times.

He felt that when he was looking for the elixir before, he should go to Purple Mountain and bring out the Black Emperor. With the dog's temperament, he should be in tune with the crane.

"Boy, you have just received the inheritance from the Great Emperor, so don't worry about it! Otherwise, I will have to wait another 1000 years..."

Looking at the chattering crane, Henry Zhang said helplessly: "Don't worry, I won't be tempted to pursue the Northern Fairy Light. I just want to see the remains of the Road to Immortality."

The further north you go, the more desolate it becomes, and sometimes you can't see a soul for days.

Traveling hundreds of thousands of miles into the wilderness, Henry Zhang saw all the scenery here. Unfortunately, he found no trace of the Arctic fairy light, let alone the trace of the road to immortality.

Henry Zhang sighed. It seemed that it was not the right time yet. If he walked further in, Henry Zhang could not guarantee that he would not stray into danger.

Tu Fei, the grandson of Tu Tian, ​​one of the Thirteen Bandits in the Northern Territory, was transported from the Immortal Mountain by the Black Emperor and strayed into the depths of the Northern Plains. He was trapped in this trap for thousands of years, and it was not until he became the Quasi-Emperor that he was able to escape.

Although he also got a great opportunity, Henry Zhang did not need the opportunity that took so much time.

With a helpless sigh, Henry Zhang opened the domain gate, stepped into it alone, and headed towards the Western Desert.

Among the five regions of Beidou, the most mysterious is the Western Desert, where Buddhist lands are everywhere.

There may be some calculations by the Buddhist Emperor involved in this, but these have nothing to do with him.

Henry Zhang has been in Beidou for more than 50 years and has been planning for cultivation. Everything he sees and thinks is related to cultivation.

Although he had received a lot of inheritance, he was practicing scriptures and secret techniques, and he didn't care much about the culture here.

But as his practice increased, he discovered that many Taoist classics that had nothing to do with practice also had many benefits for practice.

Moreover, those classics that can be handed down from generation to generation are almost all written by some powerful people.

Henry Zhang plans to take some time to read those scriptures and classics that are of little use to ordinary monks to enrich his own heritage.

In the other four domains, although such things are useless, it still takes a lot of time to collect enough.

But the West Desert is different. Buddhist temples are everywhere. Even if there are no powerful people in charge, there will be no shortage of some ordinary Buddhist scriptures.As soon as he stepped into the Western Desert, Henry Zhang had a very strange feeling, and there was an extremely pure energy flowing between heaven and earth.

This power is almost everywhere in this land.

"Emperor Amitabha is indeed amazingly talented. His research on faith has probably been compared to that of the Immortal Emperor throughout the ages. It's a pity that this power of faith has not been used for the right purpose. .

He used the entire Buddhist country to force his way to immortality, and finally ended up in the Buddhist country thousands of miles away and became a dead end. "

He took a trace of the power of faith and wanted to refine it, but found that it was difficult to incorporate this power of faith into his body and could not be used by himself.

"No wonder there are very few people staying here except Buddhist monks. Except for Buddhist monks, it is difficult for others to use this power of faith."

Henry Zhang walked along and saw many temples, among which there were many monks, but they were all Buddhist cultivators.

Henry Zhang did not go further inside. Although these powers of faith could not be cultivated and had no impact on him, he could not guarantee whether he would be transformed by the power of this faith if he walked further inside.

I found an ordinary small temple, talked with the abbot, stayed there, and started to borrow Buddhist scriptures.

Although this is only a small temple, there are many Buddhist scriptures that have nothing to do with cultivation.

It took three days to study all the Buddhist scriptures in it.

After that, he used this method to change several temples and constantly learn new Buddhist scriptures.

The more he read, the calmer Henry Zhang felt inside. During the study, his foundation was once again enhanced.

More than a month later, he had studied all the common Buddhist scriptures and finally stopped.

It's not that we can't find new scriptures. There must be some profound scriptures in the larger Buddhist temples, but there is no need for that. It's just that those Buddhist scriptures are not something ordinary people can have the opportunity to see.

Henry Zhang's goal has been achieved. Although so many Buddhist scriptures are not cultivation scriptures, they are of great benefit to him.

After he left the temple, he came to a remote place and began to summarize what he had gained during this period.

When Xianhe was studying Buddhist scriptures with Zhang Xuan, he barely persisted on the first day. After a period of time, he was unwilling to read Buddhist scriptures with him no matter what.

Every time he entered the temple, the crane would transform into a bird and wait for him outside the temple gate.

At this time, I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard that Zhang Xuan had gained something from reciting Buddhist scriptures and was about to retreat for a period of time.

This kid is indeed unusual. Those Buddhist scriptures are not cultivation scriptures, but he can gain enlightenment from them.

Looking at Henry Zhang's figure, it murmured to itself: "Great Emperor, it seems that I have found a great successor this time, who can inherit your legacy."

For three whole months, there was no movement from Henry Zhang's body. If he hadn't been breathing, he might have been misunderstood that he was out of breath.

On this day, Henry Zhang finally woke up, and the crane flew over, turned into a bird and landed on his shoulder and asked: "Is there anything gained?"

A light flashed in Henry Zhang's eyes, he nodded and said: "Not bad!"

(End of this chapter)