The ground is full of golden sand, like a carpet, from our end to the distance.

I don't know if the light on the golden grit came out of it, or it was reflected from the golden light in the sky.

It seems that the light on these gravel should be more dazzling, so that people have a feeling that they can't look directly, and look at them for a few seconds, the eyes will begin to be unnaturally sour.

"This is the way to the mountain."

I said, my body was trembling slightly, and the mood could not be excited or excited.

All in all, that kind of heartfelt pleasure I haven’t felt in a long time.

According to Guru Teng, the road to Lingshan is covered with golden sand, and each gravel is made of pure gold, the trail is only a few feet wide, one from the beginning, and the other is directly leading to the Lingshan.

“Are we in the past now?”Soba asked cautiously, looking at the expression on his face, it seemed a little resistant to driving into the Lingshan, and the expression was very unnatural.

“The past.”I smiled, gently patted Soba on the shoulder, and said in a small voice: "Driving on the road, not driving up the mountain, you don't have to feel disrespectful to Buddha, let's go down the mountain, walk up is not enough?"

Soba sighed, but did not say anything, silently launched the off-road vehicle, to the road all over the sand.

In the process, I also put my head out of the window and kept looking around.

If it is not surprising, the old religion must also come to Qiangtang for the spiritual mountain.

At this time, Lingshan Avenue is now, and the light emitted by the gold sand can also illuminate this long space, and this scene can be seen in dozens of miles.

Walking into the road all over the sand 100 meters, I found that the scenery on both sides of the road became a little different.

I remember very clearly that in this position where we are, on all sides are endless plains, all of them are lifeless deserts and deserts, but at this time, the scenery we see does not match it.

The roads made of Sands are on both sides of the road, and although most of these trees are withered, we can also feel the surging vitality they once had.

But soon we reacted to one thing.

Soon after we drove into the Lingshan Mountain, the scenery on both sides began to repeat, even if we drive the off-road vehicle faster, we can't run out of this dead circle, like a ghost playing a wall.

This is not a good sign.

“What’s the matter...” I frowned, looking at the repeated scene outside the car window, only to feel that my heart was hairy: “It’s hard to find someone’s ghost?”

“Couldn’t Buddha be angry?”Soba had always been careful when she drove, and from time to time he looked around a few times, and that fisssure was like being a thief.

"No matter how angry Buddha is, it is impossible for us to fight the wall, this method is too..."

Without waiting for me to finish, Soba seemed to be unable to resist the fear in his heart and slowly stopped the off-road vehicle.

"I went down to read the Buddhist scriptures, and apologized to the Buddha, saying that we could pass."Soba said in a whisper, tugging at the beads, and went down the door.

At this time, the expression on Soba's face changed dramatically, as if he saw something shocking, his body could not stop trembling, and his mouth could not close.

“Spirit... the mountain!”

Hearing this, we did not think much about it, and opened the car door and jumped down.

When we got out of the car, we found that the scenery around us had changed again.

The jungle, which was still withered and fell, is now full of vitality, and the flowers are red and green with uncoverable anger.

In the forest, there are also wonderful worms and birds like fairy music, and the golden light on the golden road under our feet has also become soft...

Put your foot on it and feel like a carpet.

Looking forward along this road, dozens of miles away, there is a top-up sky, more majestic than the mountain in the fall of the sky.

The area of this mountain is not small, just the horizontal diameter at the foot of the mountain, are hundreds of times the mountain.

And its top is hidden in the clouds, and at a glance, you can't see where the mountain is.

You can't see the plants, and you can't see the rocks in the mountains.

From head to foot, the mountain was covered by a soft golden light, as if the sky had been infected by the mountain, and all the clouds seen overhead were filled with divine and peaceful golden brilliance.

This is not an ordinary golden light, I can be sure, because the breath of the golden light has once been felt in the bodhisattva.

That's foment.

It is no exaggeration to say that this time and place are already like the Buddha.

Seeing Soba's pious kneeling on the ground chanting, I realized what I was in an instant and hurried back to the off-road vehicle.

As soon as this car got on, the scenery around him changed again, and once again returned to the original dead look.

When I got out of the car again, only in an instant, the scenery around me became vibrant, and the Buddha's view was nothing more than this.

“I can’t drive.”

I frowned and said, the heart beat quickly, the two hands do not stop trembling, not because of fear, but by the inexplicable Buddha country scene to calm down.

I can't think of anything else, there is really a spiritual mountain in this world... To say that there is no Buddha practice here, I must not believe it.

No matter what I think, there is nothing in all directions except for the Buddha.

That solemn and solemn and sacred and peaceful breath... only the mountains that are truly stained with Buddha-nature can be displayed.

“In front of us is the Lingshan Mountain, this is the road under the spiritual mountain...” Soba knelt on the ground, his hands constantly tugging at the rosary, and said seriously: “We can only walk forward, if we are not religious enough, we can’t find the pure land of the Buddha.”

At this time, my mind was also confused, because everything we are going through now is overturning my previous understanding of the religions of the Hereafter.

Buddhist myths and legends may not only be legends... and this little spiritual mountain ... is not an ordinary religious holy mountain, or a treasure hidden like a heavy land of the mountain.

If you want to climb the spiritual mountain, you must be respectful, and if you do not do so, you cannot be close to the spiritual mountain.

This is what I most want to understand.

If there is a ban here, there is a formation, and I can't let outsiders approach Lingshan at will, then I can understand, but if we can choose whether the other party can get close to the Lingshan through piety or not... Will this statement be too mysterious?

What kind of situation can have a brain to judge each other's piety?

In other words, I would rather believe that someone on the mountain has a plan, and those who run the patr should have the same ability as Guru Teng, who can see through the hearts of the people...

“Very strong ... there is a strong breath in the mountains ... it is suppressing us...” The evil son followed me, speaking a little reluctantly, like being squeezed out of the teeth, and his body was constantly trembling, as if it were very uncomfortable in this case.

"That's tidbit."I said, "Don't say that in the eyes of Lingshan, you are the kind of demon that should be suppressed, so that they may have to exclude you."

Hearing me say this, the evil son also seems to be a little wrong, very innocent, I did not offend this mountain, why do you exclude me?

“Is there really a Buddha here?”Chen Qiuyan asked cautiously, the voice was very low, and he seemed afraid that others would hear it: "If they were all in the mountains, they should help us deal with the old people?"

“Who knows.”I sighed.

At this time, Soba had climbed up from the ground, clutched the Buddha beads in his hand, and looked at us with a pious face and said, "I lead the way, you follow, everyone is sincere, Buddha Bodhisattva will surely let us into the mountain."

When I heard Soba say this, I paused, because I suddenly remembered something.

The evil son has been running with our off-road vehicle, it is walking on the Sands Avenue, but in its eyes, there is no change around at the beginning, until these people got out of the car, it saw the real look around.

“How did you see these things?”I couldn’t help but be curious and ask the evil son, “Have you seen it before?”

“No.”The evil son shook his head: "I didn't see him when he got out of the car, I didn't see you when you got out of the car."

“Is it because we’re so connected?”I frowned and looked thoughtfully at the evil.

Thinking about it, I was no longer attached to this problem, took the luggage out of the trunk, and took some food and water, so did Soba and Chen Qiuyian, and the beginning of the big bag preparation.

When we had packed our bags, we were standing on the mountain a few dozen miles away, and a few bells rang.

“It’s the sound of the bell...”

Soba’s pilgrim’s expression, his eyes glowing, looking motionless at the mountain.

“There really is a Buddha in the mountains... there must be!”