The vast sea of suffering, boundless.

The Desolate Soul Ancient Beast, with its wings spread, is a thousand miles away. Amu sat firmly on it, and his divine consciousness spread out for tens of thousands of miles. However, as far as one can see, you can only see the vicissitudes of life, and you can't see the shore, or even the island.

The realm of the void, the Demon Venerable mount. The combination of Amu and the Desolate Soul Beast is not unpowerful. However, in the face of the sea of suffering, who can cross and cross? At least, the current Amu can't.

Seven times the sun rises and the moon sets, alternating black and white. The Desolate Soul Beast has already flown out for an unknown number of thousands of miles. Amu was on the Desolate Soul Beast, his eyes slightly closed, and his face was ordinary.

However, at this time, once again, the sun rises. Amu slowly opened his eyes.

Outside Bodhi Island, the green mountains are not covered. Six roads to the east, one big river. The sixteen characters left behind in the year of the Paradise are definitely hidden, and the road to the Paradise is the road.

Perhaps, Yunsan had already expected that one day, he would have to go to the Promised Land.

Bodhi Island, an overseas fairy island, needs to go east, 7749 days, visible at sunrise. There are immortals, singing for ten thousand years.

According to the words of the three Buddhas of Brahma, Amu thought that the seven seven forty-nine days were the speed of ordinary immortals. Desolate Soul Ancient Beast, the Three Realms Xenomorph.

Its seven-day journey was enough to overwhelm all the monks of the sea wilderness. It is the entire sea barren continent, which can run through a round trip. However, the so-called Bodhi Immortal Island is nowhere to be found.

The road was bumpy and difficult. Amu, but the corners of his mouth were crooked, and he smiled faintly. Then, he patted the Desolate Soul Beast again, slowly closing his eyes.

Woohoo - woo -

The desolate soul beast roared in the sky, thousands of miles of sea. have set off monstrous waves. Then, the Desolate Soul Beast turned into a streamer again. In this vast sea of suffering, it finally found its original place under the Lethe River. That feeling of speeding without any scruples.

In the blink of an eye, it was another seven days and nights. However, nothing has changed.

In the daytime, the sea is vast, only the blue sky, and there are no reef islands. At night, it was dark. The waves are blowing. Amu opened his eyes again, flipped them with one hand, and held up a compass.

Amu wants to diagnose the direction. The compass turns. North and south can be determined.

That's right! Amu and the Desolate Soul Beast are still heading in the east.

Go on!Amu, didn't say anything more. Desolate Soul Beast. Completely human. The wings are spread out, and the hooves are flying.

Such a voyage is definitely unbearable for ordinary people, even monks. The vast sea can sometimes give you a sense of a grave.

There is no direction, no end, no hope.

But. Amu is an immortal, and he is also a monk in the Void Realm realm. He stomped his foot. The whole world of the sea desolation will tremble. Rao was like this, and Amu also felt a faint horror.

The reason was that the speed of the Desolate Soul Beast was by no means comparable to any monk on the Sea Desolation, unless it was a primordial immortal monk. Entering the realm of the original immortals, you can rely on your own cultivation to open up time and space and realize the jump of space.

The current Desolate Soul Beast, although it can be transformed into a mature body, is not enough for the Primordial Immortal Realm.

However, Amu understands that the seventy-seven and forty-nine days mentioned in the mouth of the three Buddhas of Brahma can be seen in the fairy island. The monk who traveled for 7749 days would definitely not be the original immortal.

In other words, even if it was the forty-nine days that the top cultivators of the Sea Desolation had traveled, theoretically the Desolate Soul Beast should have already finished.

However, there is no fairy island in the vast sea.

The third seven days, the fourth seven days......

Legend?

After the fifth seven days, a full thirty-five days, Amu opened his eyes again, and then frowned slightly. Even if it is the vast and endless star field of the Shura World, he and the Desolate Soul Beast can probably cross it.

However, the divine consciousness covered thousands of miles, and there was almost no change.

Blue sky, sea water, floating clouds......

Could it be that Bodhi Island is really just a legend?

However, Amu understands that most of the legends are actually true. It's just that, as time passes, a qiē becomes blurry.

Seven Seven Forty-Nine Days! Amu took a deep breath. At the same time, Amu's hands were sealing, and the four spirit runes spread out in the void and went straight to the four directions.

Then, with one hand, Amu dotted a few runes, deducing a wonderful forbidden map. The forbidden picture hung above Amu's head.

In the forbidden picture, the fairy waves are rippling, like the reflection of the bitter sea. Amu wants to see if there is anything strange on this sea of suffering.

Moving on, Amu stared again.

In the blink of an eye, it was another seven days. Amu opened his eyes, and the forbidden picture on his head was still there. Amu sealed again in his hand, and in the void, several spirit runes returned.

"Huh?" said Amuyi frowned. Because, on those spirit runes, there is no clue. Originally, Amu was a little skeptical that he and the Desolate Soul Beast were standing still.

However, his suspicions were not accurate. Those spirit runes that flew back marked a qiē. For seven days, they continued to fly eastward, instead of standing still, and the scenery in the depths of the sea kept changing.

The Desolate Soul Beast flew at almost full strength for forty-two days. However, in the vast sea of suffering, there is no fairy island in sight, and there is no end in sight.

Is there really an end to the bitter sea? Amu asked himself in his heart. However, there was no answer.

On the last seven days, if the morning of the fiftieth day is still the same, then Amu will probably have to turn his head around. Because, that qiē is too unreasonable.

He couldn't go on with the Desolate Soul Beast so ridiculously.

For the last seven days, Amu stabilized his mind and waited quietly. In any case, this vast and unknown voyage is an ultimate test for anyone.

At night in the bitter sea, the stars are brilliant. The sky and the sea are equally boundless and shoreless. The forty-ninth night seemed extraordinarily quiet. Amu's slightly restless heart was completely stable.

The moon sets, the sun rises.

The east is white, and the sky is shining. In the void, there was a clear wind, and the Desolate Soul Beast flew low on the surface of the sea. Amu's eyes narrowed slightly, and in the distance, a round of red sun was about to erupt.

Red mangs spread on the surface of the sea, like fire rolling the sea.

And at this moment, the void sounded in the distance, and a song echoed through the heavens and the earth.

"The body of the Buddha is pure and always extinguished, and the wisdom and light are full of the three realms. There is no image and no form like empty clouds, and the flowers bloom in spring and fall leaves in autumn. A qiē is like a bubble with the illusion, and the sound of the Buddha's wonderful law is heard. Meditation and joy to prove Bodhi, illuminating the worlds of the ten directions. Characters of the ages of the world, today's bone forest is deep in solitary tombs. The sins of all living beings are deep and terrible, and they deceive the living and dead. This body is rare and has been obtained now, and the Dharma has been heard of now. This body does not live in this life, but where does it live. ......”

The singing, like Sanskrit sound, echoed in the sea and sky. The song of the immortal Buddha, the song of Bodhi. Listening to it makes people feel like they are taking refuge endlessly.

That is the language of heaven and earth, the voice of immortals and Buddhas.

In a trance, goodbye under the rising sun in the east. The seven colors of light, I don't know when, like a wheel spread. A small island that seems to have come out of nowhere.

However, Amu's divine consciousness covers thousands of miles, and before the sun rises, there is absolutely no such island.

The whole world has changed because of it. The entire sea of suffering is more agile and vibrant.

The small island is surrounded by seven colors, and the Buddha is full of energy. Although it is small and big for more than ten miles, the Bodhi tree on it is dancing and the branches and leaves are gently shaking.

It seemed like another world.

Bodhi Island! Amu was shocked in his heart.

The word "time!" suddenly flashed through my mind.

Seven seven forty-nine days, you can see Bodhi Island. Amu finally understood that it meant time, not space?

The vast sea of suffering, mostly endless.

However, maybe no matter who you are, no matter what speed you have, no matter how immortal you are, as long as you go all the way east, you can survive the seven hundred and forty-nine days and nights on the vast and bitter sea, then you can see the fairy island.

It's a wonderful space-time, and it's not about speed. In other words, those who are sincere will see the island. Amu took a deep breath, the Three Realms were wonderful, and one was unprovoked.

At this time, the Buddha song reverberates. Between heaven and earth, it is like thousands of Buddhas chanting.

The divine light in Amu's eyes gathered, and he could see through an illusion. At the same time, the desolate soul beast stepped lightly on all four hooves, and it was already in front of the small island.

Amu finally saw that not far from the island, on the bitter sea, a leaf of ancient wooden flat boat was drifting.

On the ancient wooden boat, a middle-aged man in gray sat on the boat, describing compassion and looking serene. The man, at the center of his eyebrows, had a faint lotus mark, looking like a layman.

He held a volume of scriptures in his hand, and the Buddhist songs that reverberated between heaven and earth came from his mouth.

One island, one boat, one person, one volume.

The man in gray sang Sanskrit songs freely. The waves of the bitter sea are bitter, but the boat does not move. Between heaven and earth, a single qiē does not seem to be in his eyes.

The gray-clothed layman didn't look at Amu at all.

Amu looked at the man in gray, and a cold color flashed in his eyes.

Because, that man in gray turned out to be the original immortal! (To be continued......)