80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled

Chapter 322 Cangyang Gyatso

Lin Jiufeng saw the scene in front of her collapse in a daze.

The next second, he saw Monk Ananda reach out and push him, and said cautiously: "Emperor Jiufeng, are you okay?"

Lin Jiufeng saw the huge statue of Emperor Sakyamuni, the statue kneeling on the ground, and the nervous-looking monk Ananda and Ouyang Xiu.

He is back to reality!

"What's wrong?" Lin Jiufeng asked Monk Ananda.

"You have been motionless for a day." Monk Ananda said.

"Has it been a day?" Lin Jiufeng was stunned.

He only thought that a while had passed, but he didn't expect that it had already been a day.

"Emperor Jiufeng, are you okay?" Monk Ananda asked worriedly.

This is definitely not about caring about Lin Jiufeng's body.

Instead, he is worried about the origin of his soul.

After all, once something happens to Lin Jiufeng, they will also be unlucky, and the origin of their souls will be held in Lin Jiufeng's hands.

"I'm fine. There's nothing good to see here. Take me somewhere else." Lin Jiufeng restrained her mind and suppressed the shocking scene she saw in her heart, and did not say it out loud.

He knew that there were not many secrets left in this square and this statue.

So there is no need for him to waste time here.

"Why did Emperor Sakyamuni suppress that ancient city for a hundred thousand years?"

"Is Emperor Sakyamuni really that powerful?"

"The ancient city on the sea looked so terrifying, but in front of Emperor Sakyamuni, it was no enemy at all. He was lifted up by the emperor into the depths of the sea."

"Then why not just destroy the ancient city?"

"There must be something inside that I don't know about. If I can think of it, Emperor Sakyamuni can definitely think of it."

"So, I have to continue to become stronger in order to explore these truths buried by history."

"Moreover, Emperor Sakyamuni suppressed them for one hundred thousand years. By this time, one hundred thousand years have passed."

"Does this mean that the ancient city will appear again in the near future?"

Lin Jiufeng's thoughts were spinning and she was under great pressure.

He discovered that in this era, there seemed to be no powerful enemies. Now the people were living and working in peace and contentment, and the Emerald God Dynasty was flourishing, creating an unprecedented world.

But it all seems like a castle in the air.

The undercurrent hidden under this calmness, once it breaks out, will destroy this so-called brilliant world in an instant.

Lin Jiufeng will never allow it!

The female war goddess of Immortal Court, the ancient city suppressed by Emperor Sakyamuni, these are the two major threats known to Lin Jiufeng.

Lin Jiufeng didn't know how many threats there were.

"The world has finally calmed down, and the people are living a better life than ever before. I will never allow anyone to destroy such a good life!" Lin Jiufeng's eyes were firm.

Lin Jiufeng, whose heart was fluctuating violently, looked as usual. Monk Ananda took him to another place.

Daleiyin Temple is too big.

There are many good places in Daleiyin Temple.

Monk Ananda knew this place well and took Lin Jiufeng and Ouyang Xiu to the next place.

"This is the prayer wheel of Daleiyin Temple. The prayer wheels here have been passed down for tens of thousands of years. Of course, some people say that they were passed down by Emperor Sakyamuni. Every time I come here, my thoughts are confused, or If you are troubled by evil thoughts, you will turn around." Monk Ananda said.

The main body of the prayer wheel is a huge tower.

But the queue for prayer wheels is very long, covering a full kilometer of road.

They are all pale golden prayer wheels, engraved with Buddhist Sanskrit characters and spotless.

"A poignant story happened under the prayer pagoda. It is widely circulated in Buddhism and the Western Desert. I wonder if Emperor Jiufeng knows about it?" Monk Ananda asked.

Lin Jiufeng shook his head and asked curiously: "The sad and beautiful story that happened in the Buddhist Holy Land?"

"Is it about things between men and women?"

"I really don't know that."

Ouyang Xiu interrupted: "I know this."

Lin Jiufeng looked at him.

Monk Ananda stopped talking and gave this opportunity to Ouyang Xiu.

Ouyang Xiu said: "In our Western Desert, this is a widely circulated love story. It is the story of an outstanding living Buddha in the history of Daleiyin Temple. He also wrote a poem about this story."

Lin Jiufeng became interested. The living Buddha of Buddhism actually had a poignant love story.

"Come and listen!" Lin Jiufeng listened attentively.

"At that moment, I raised my wind horse, not to beg for blessings, but to wait for your arrival."

"That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall, and suddenly I heard you chanting the true words in the Sutra."

"That day, I built a mani pile, not to cultivate virtue, but to cast stones from the lake of my heart. That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not to gain enlightenment, but to find a trace of your breath."

"That month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips."

"That year, I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet you, but just to be close to your warmth."

"In that life, I traveled around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the way."

"At that moment, I ascended to immortality, not for immortality, but for your safety and happiness."

Ouyang Xiu recited this little poem that many people in the Western Desert knew.

Lin Jiufeng listened silently and said with emotion: "He is actually an infatuated monk."

Lin Jiufeng reached out, turned the prayer wheel, and walked forward.

After hearing this poem, he wanted to spin a kilometer of prayer wheels.

"Before him, the monks in the Western Desert suppressed their emotions. Monks had no love between men and women. This was written in the Buddhist scriptures by Emperor Sakyamuni." Monk Ananda followed Lin Jiufeng and said as he walked.

"But since he appeared, he raised the question blatantly. Everyone has feelings. The scriptures written by Emperor Sakyamuni are the insights of Emperor Sakyamuni. They cannot restrain generations of monks. Buddha also has feelings, but The Buddha's love is used on all living beings!" Monk Ananda said with an incomprehensible expression.

"Such a monk, who interprets Emperor Sakyamuni like this in Buddhism everywhere and in Daleiyin Temple, must have a miserable end, right?" Lin Jiufeng said with emotion.

Those who dare to question the scriptures will definitely be hurt by secular forces.

Monk Ananda nodded: "At that time, he was the living Buddha who came to the world and was the next leader of the Great Thunder Sound Temple. But since these words appeared, he was imprisoned and never appeared again."

"Some people say that he committed suicide, while others say that he was treated as a traitor and killed by Daleiyin Temple. No one knows the outcome." Ouyang Xiu added: "So his poem and his story spread quickly in the Western Desert. Yes, everyone is talking about him."

"Twenty thousand years ago, I discovered the ruins of Daleiyin Temple, and at the end of the prayer wheel, I also saw a poem!" Monk Ananda said.

"What poem?" Lin Jiufeng and Ouyang Xiu looked at him together.

"I was worried that being sentimental would harm my holy life, and when I entered the mountains, I was afraid that I would fall in love with you. In this world, I have both peace and harmony, and I will live up to the Tathagata and live up to you." Monk Ananda read out.

"This shows that the Great Leiyin Temple actually did not harm him. It just imprisoned him here. But later the Great Leiyin Temple disappeared and he disappeared with it." Monk Ananda sighed.

The one-kilometer prayer wheel soon came to an end.

Lin Jiufeng suddenly asked: "What is the name of this monk?"

"The Sixth Dalai Lama, Lobsang Rinchen!" Ouyang Xiu said.

But Monk Ananda suddenly stiffened and looked straight ahead. It was unclear whether the expression on his face was excitement or surprise.

"Actually, he has another name."

"His name is Cangyang Gyatso!"

"There he is!"

Monk Ananda stretched out his hand, his tone could not conceal his excitement, and his body was trembling.

Lin Jiufeng looked up and saw a monk kneeling in front of the Buddha statue at the end of the prayer wheel, very pious.

The Buddha's light draped over his body, coating him with a layer of gold!