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An unimaginable grand hall.
There is no dome; looking up, one sees only swirling clouds and mist.
At the end of the main hall stands a golden Buddha statue, several dozen feet tall, resembling a small mountain.
This Buddha has a kind and benevolent face yet exudes majesty, with thick earlobes and a head covered with small, curled bumps in the center.
Even those who don't worship Buddha can be recognized once they've entered a temple.
Buddha!
To the left of the Buddha are thirteen golden statues, and to the right are fourteen golden statues.
Buddhist realm...
It is similar to the golden alms bowl used by the Arhat who saved the Arhat from calamity during the Buddhist contest of magic.
The golden bowl contains a Buddhist realm.
"Amitabha!"
The monk Jingxin led the Buddhist monks in a gesture of respect with their palms together.
He turned and addressed the Dragon Palace of the East Sea and the group of people from Leizhou:
"The golden statue sculpted here, with the one in the center, is the Buddha of Great Compassion and Mercy, the only Buddha in all the world."
The third and fourth golden figures on the left and right represent nine Bodhisattvas of Buddhism. The remaining figures are the Eighteen Arhats.
Good heavens, even King Kong isn't qualified to have a golden statue?
Xu Qi'an called out loudly, "Monk, why are the faces of the nine Bodhisattvas blurred?"
Master Jingxin answered every question: "These nine golden statues represent the nine great Dharma forms, and do not refer to any single Bodhisattva."
“Vajra Wrathful Eyes, Acala, Great Samsara, Great Compassion, Great Wisdom, Medicine Buddha, Practitioner, Colorless Lapis Lazuli, Vairocana Buddha.”
The monk hoped to convert more Buddhist disciples, so he began to introduce the nine major Dharma forms.
The monks of Sanhua Temple became restless and began whispering among themselves.
"The pilgrim, a man of exceptional speed, travels to the Western Regions in the morning and rests in Jingshan in the evening."
Colorless glass can make one's mind as clear as a mirror, without thoughts or desires, and with a slowed-down mind.
The image of the Medicine Buddha can cure all diseases and restore vitality…
Li Lingsu's heart stirred; she wondered if this Medicine Master's Dharma Image could heal her shattered kidney.
He has already experienced two instances of sexual dysfunction, and he is genuinely afraid of having no future sexually active.
Monk Jingxin stopped speaking and led the monks toward the golden statue of Buddha.
Golden statues of Arhats and Bodhisattvas stood on both sides, lining the path to welcome them.
As you enter this path lined with Bodhisattvas and Arhats on both sides, an immense pressure descends from the sky.
This indescribable pressure is not exerted on the physical body, but rather on people's hearts.
With each step taken, one gains a greater sense of identification with Buddhism, much like undergoing a slow brainwashing process.
The reason for the difficulty in making progress is that the original ideas are in conflict with this foreign concept.
Any intelligent and independent-minded being instinctively resists brainwashing.
However, this was not a difficult task for Xu Qi'an, the time traveler, and he passed through smoothly.
Because he had no reverence, he walked the fastest.
Before long, Xu Qi'an walked smoothly to the golden statue of Buddha, looked up at the towering golden statue, which was magnificent and imposing.
"The pagoda has only three levels. The first level is used to test talents. It is not difficult and there is almost no danger."
The place where Nalan Tianlu was sealed in the second layer is no longer in danger.
The most difficult one should be the third level.
As the enemies behind him drew closer, Xu Qi'an no longer hesitated and bowed three times to the golden statue of Buddha.
The next moment, a golden light shone down from the cloud-shrouded dome, and he disappeared from the first level.
Second floor.
Warm sunshine, a land scarred and ravaged.
It seems a fierce battle has just taken place.
A familiar, gentle voice rang out: "Today, you will surely die."
Looking in the direction of the sound, a figure in green robes stood not far away, with handsome features, a tall and slender build, and clear eyes.
Wei Yuan!
“Nalan Tianlu, since the start of the war, the Witch God Cult has slaughtered countless soldiers of my Great Feng. Today, I will first behead you…”
Xu Qi'an turned around abruptly and saw an old man with white hair, dressed in a wizard's robe, sitting cross-legged on the barren land.
This is a dream!
Nalan Tianlu has left; this is the remaining part of his dream.
The scene here is a depiction of the Battle of Shanhaiguan.
Just then, he heard the sound of chanting Buddhist mantras coming from behind him.
Turning my head, I saw monks from Sanhua Temple, including Jingxin, Jingyuan, and Hengyin.
They finally reached the second floor.
The monks of Sanhua Temple looked around blankly, seemingly puzzled as to why they were there.
Monk Jingxin looked at Xu Qi'an and asked, "Benefactor, what did you just see? Where is this place?"
“It must be Nalan Tianlu’s dream,” Xu Qi’an said.
The monks of Sanhua Temple nodded slowly, and the martial monk Jingyuan said in a deep voice, "Senior brother, how can we escape from this dream?"
Jingxin glanced at Xu Qi'an, then shook her head and remained silent.
After a while, more and more people arrived at the second floor.
First were Chu Yuanzhen, Yuan Yi, Li Shaoyun, Tang Yuanwu, and the Dongfang sisters, all fourth-rank masters.
With their qualifications, they would be the backbone of any organization.
From the Buddhist perspective, a martial artist who can reach the fourth rank naturally possesses "Buddha-nature".
Then came Li Lingsu and the local heroes of Leizhou, reducing their numbers by two-thirds.
There were about five or six hundred people when we entered the first floor, but now there are less than two hundred left.
Soon after, the scene changed again, with scenes of the Battle of Shanhaiguan flashing before everyone's eyes like a revolving lantern.
Southern demons, barbarian demons, the Gu clan, the Witch God Cult, the Great Feng army, and the Buddhist kingdom of the Western Regions—a chaotic battle ensues.
The dream ended when Nalan Tianlu was ambushed and killed by Wei Yuan, his body was separated from his head, and he entered a new cycle of reincarnation.
Through this dream, the most profound feeling among those present was "helplessness".
Nalan Tianlu's helplessness.
The Buddhist masters are too extraordinary, and Wei Yuan's ability to lead troops is too extraordinary.
After the war began, one battle after another was lost, and the fighting strength was worn down like being slowly cut by a dull knife. There may be some victories in local wars, but it is still difficult to reverse the decline.
At this point, the scene changed; it was no longer the Battle of Shanhai Pass, but an unfamiliar environment.
An unfamiliar dream.
The dream's protagonist is a warrior carrying two swords, while the enemy is a gloomy and arrogant old man.
The old man angrily rebuked, "Tang Yuanwu, how dare you kill me?"
"Your master is old, so I might be a little wary of him. A fifth-rank Transformation Realm cultivator? You think you're worthy of killing me?"
Tang Yuanwu said calmly, "Old Monster of Snake Mountain, you have committed countless evil deeds, including rape and plunder. Today I will kill you."
Everyone looked at Tang Yuanwu, and someone suddenly realized, "This is the battle that made Tang Sect Leader famous by killing the Snake Mountain Monster. He entered the fourth rank in one battle."
Li Lingsu said, "Our primordial spirits were drawn into Nalan Tianlu's dream."
Influenced by the dream sorceress, everyone's dreams are slowly intertwining.
Next, everyone experienced several dreams.
There are battles fought on the battlefield by General Li Shaoyun and Commander Yuan Yi, and fierce battles fought by江湖人士 (jianghu figures) in Leizhou.
There are also accounts from the perspective of Buddhist disciples, witnessing the magnificent scene of eminent monks from the Western Regions chanting scriptures and preaching.
Xu Qi'an mingled in the crowd, remaining unusually silent, but his eyes were always fixed on the Dongfang sisters and the monks of Sanhua Temple.
The Buddhist and witchcraft sects came prepared; they certainly know how to escape dreams.
"Shenzi, what do you think?" Xu Qi'an looked at Li Lingsu.
As a Daoist Tianzong saint who primarily cultivates the primordial spirit, and as the lover of the fourth-rank dream witch Dongfang Wanrong, he couldn't possibly be without his own thoughts.
Li Lingsu succinctly stated, "Awakening or destroying Nalan Tianlu's remaining consciousness will allow us to escape the dream."