This is the fate he chose for humanity.All human beings choose to die, to be transformed into a soul form by some secret method, and then to enter the three thousand worlds of the Great Nirvana.Whether it's the dark spores or the dark energy itself, it's all lifeforms, turning them into monsters that don't know whether they live or die.If a living form like a human being directly abandons its body and becomes a formless and insubstantial existence, how can it be impregnated?
Then it is only necessary that the Great Nirvana is not attacked.So Yukihime must become the king of the Sea of Darkness.At that time, the Great Nirvana will become his enthronement gift to her, and it will also be the heaviest burden.Zeng Ju stared into his eyes and said, "Because it's impossible." ”Huanxi Monk said: "Whether it's you or Zhao Layue, you know that I am going to use this method, but you don't mention it, just for fear of being persuaded by me?"
”"This issue has been discussed before, and I don't want to waste any more words."
Zeng Ju said in a deep voice.Transforming human beings into soul forms, getting rid of the shackles of the physical body, cutting off the possibility of being impregnated, and then fundamentally solving the problem of the Sea of Dark Matter - this method is logically fine, even if those scientists of the Galaxy Alliance can't think of this aspect, but how can those priests, especially those who have come out of the Chaotian Continent, not think of it?
In fact, many years ago, some people put forward this idea, and some people even conducted experiments, but the realm of the soul was too far beyond reality to be touched, and those experiments made no progress except for the extreme suffering of some innocent people in the spiritual world.Cultivators can't either, whether it's a sword ghost or a primordial infant or a ghost, they can't survive for too long after leaving the body.Therefore, Taiping Zhenren used the Thunder Soul Wood to transfer the divine soul to the underworld disciple called Yin San, so that he could leave the Sword Prison, and he did not dare to leave on his own.Blood Demon Ancestor Chi Song Zhenren has been secretly conducting research in this area, and he didn't give up until he was discovered by Zeng Ju thirty years ago, but in fact, he has been doing it secretly, and the reason why he died under the swords of Cao Yuan and Jing Jiu may be that Ancestor Qingshan thinks that he has gone too far.Huanxi Monk said: "I'm not the idiot of Chisong, if I didn't see new possibilities, how could I think of this method again. ”Zeng Ju said: "Where could you be talking about?
”"In the book that Jing Jiu wrote.If he hadn't lied, then Nan Chao had already achieved the existence of the sword ghost alone before he died, and he also existed in the form of a sword ghost for a long time before he was born by borrowing all things to turn the sword, which shows that the soul can exist alone. ”Huanxi Monk looked at him and said calmly: "When Xilai seriously injured Li Chunyang with that death shadow in the fog galaxy, I also saw the existence of a soul, that is, a trace of soul left by Yin Feng in his body, which was not even aware of itself, but it existed. ”Zeng raised his eyes and said coldly: "Jingyang and Nan Chao are not ordinary people. ”The Huanxi monk looked at him and said, "What about Qingtianjian?"
”Zeng Ju said: "How is Qingtianjian?
”Huanxi Monk said: "As the spirit of Jianjian has become a living thing, those people in Qingtianjian have also become real beings, where do their souls come from?
”Zeng Ju said: "Qingtianjian is also a world, which naturally comes from the aura of heaven and earth. ”Huanxi Monk said: "But now Qingtianjian has changed again.Do you remember the ghost under the plane tree?
”Zeng Ju said with a slight expression: "How?"
”Huanxi Monk said: "Isn't that the soul of Emperor Zhao?"
”Zeng Ju suddenly laughed, shook his head and said, "Literature, that's a kind of literary description. ”"Don't laugh, it's very weak to laugh."
Huanxi Monk said calmly: "I saw a new situation, and I found new possibilities, in this case, why not give it a try, it is more reliable than your plan to ignite the stars." ”Zeng raised a smile, looked at him and said, "If it is feasible, you will kill all human beings, extract their souls and put them in the Great Nirvana?"
Taiping also only thought about killing all mortals, you ......
It's too far. ”The Monk of Joy opened his arms, like the shadow of the giant bird, and said, "Since there are still souls, how can they kill them?"
”"Even if your judgment of Jingyang and Nan Chao is not wrong, it is impossible for all human beings to cultivate to that realm."
Zeng Ju said in a deep voice: "In the end, you can only use the Heavenly and Human Tong to forcibly take the soul, and then use the evil Dao technique to refine the solid form......
As long as the will of those souls is slightly uncertain or dark, they will become dead souls!
”Huanxi Monk said, "Of course, I will find some clean souls to test first. ”Zeng Ju shook his head and said, "Who will voluntarily give you a soul for experimentation?"
”The Monk said, "I have countless believers, and they are all willing to sacrifice their souls to me, so why does this kind of thing have to be voluntary?
”He looked at Eve behind the table, with an appreciative look in his eyes, and said, "Her soul is clean and her will is strong. ”As the words fell, the rosary in his left hand flicked one, meaning that the time of this world had moved forward for a moment.The wind and snow outside the window seemed to have stopped whistling, but there was a sound of wind in the house.The rumors came from Eve's body.An extremely faint light and shadow was slowly leaving her.Eve's eyes were still stunned, not knowing what she was thinking, and suddenly showed a painful expression.Huanxi Monk vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he didn't stop, and continued to use Tianrentong, wanting to pull her soul out directly.Zeng Ju would allow such an evil thing to happen in front of his eyes, and pointed to the back of the head of the monk of joy with a finger in the air.The monk did not hide or avoid, and calmly turned to look at him.A golden lotus flower suddenly appeared under Zeng Ju's feet, emitting an extremely high temperature Buddha fire, enveloping it instantly!
The Monk of Joy stood by the window for so long, not regretting Xue Ji's departure in the face of the snow scene, but giving birth to a lotus under his feet!
Zeng Ju looked at the deepest darkness in the eyes of the monk Huanxi through the lotus fire, and said with some sadness: "You are really crazy." ”The Monk of Joy drifted in the sea of dark things for too long, and was dragged into the illusion by the two dark people, the golden body was not impregnated, but the consciousness was affected, and then the dark side of the spiritual world was magnified, and it was the Zen heart that gave birth to the black lotus and entered the demon path!"
There are no extraterritorial heavenly demons, they are all in my heart."
The monk chanted softly, and his palm passed through the lotus fire, bringing out countless extremely subtle fire dragons, and slapped Zeng Ju's face, about to take his life.Crack, crack, crack, and countless cracking sounds sounded at the same time.There are more than 300 rooms in the town hall, and there are more than 700 windows, which have been frozen in the cold and cold of the previous days, and all of them have turned into debris and sprayed out of the building, forming beautiful white flowers.The white flowers formed by the broken glass window only lasted for a short time, like an epiphany, but also like the lotus flower in front of the window.Two straight air currents went straight into the sky from the town hall and to the very high part of the atmosphere.The air here was thin, and the flames still lit up his pale face on Zeng Ju's clothes.Huanxi Monk looked at him and said calmly: "Between life and death, you still have to think about not destroying the building and letting the people inside live, so you can't go to the end of the avenue......
Teacher, I left Yimaozhai because I thought you were too pedantic. ”Zeng Ju didn't speak, turned into an afterimage, appeared in front of the monk of joy, pointed out like a sword, and attacked it with righteousness.With a soft sound, a scratch appeared on the golden body of the Joyful Monk, and the golden light became brighter.In the distance behind him, a snowy peak hundreds of kilometers away collapsed.is worthy of being a saint of a maozhai, and a seemingly indifferent finger has the power to destroy mountains and split the sky.Dozens of lasers suddenly shot out from light warships and military transfer spaceships on the ground and outside the atmosphere, surrounding Huanxi Monk in the middle.In the buzzing sound, the ragged clothes of the happy monk, and the golden body suddenly shone brightly, and the sun in the sky was hidden.In the ball of light woven by the laser, the thin figure loomed, making a one-handed movement.Buddha's light illuminates the sky and the collapsed snow-capped peak in the distance.Countless rays of light shot through the atmosphere.A light battleship fell to the ground with black smoke in smoke, several battle mechs were shot to pieces by the light, and I don't know how many people died.The monk looked indifferent, looked at Zeng Ju dozens of kilometers away, took out an ancient bell, and struck it gently.The bell rings far away.Zeng Ju's face became even paler, his thin lips opened slightly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.The blood quickly condensed in the cold air, turning into something like blood coral, with a faint golden glow at the edges.He waved his sleeve.Blood Coral moved forward at unimaginable speed, becoming smoother and sharper as the air rubbed, gradually turning into a flying sword.The blood of the saint is the sword.The Huanxi monk's expression was a little more solemn, and he flipped his right hand and grasped the Great Nirvana, stopping in front of him.With a soft snap, the sage sword landed on the Great Nirvana, and began to tremble violently, making a solemn humming sound, as if there were countless scholars reading.The eyes of the monk were calm, and he didn't see his lips moving, and there were bursts of prayer sounds.I don't know how long it took, but the Sage Sword gradually crumbled and shattered, turning into countless blood-colored glasses and falling towards the ground.The Great Nirvana is worthy of being the treasure of the cultivation world of Chaotian Continent, and the soul of the Zen lineage.Huanxi Monk withdrew the Great Nirvana, looked at Zeng Ju in the distance and said, "Teacher, I said on the Burning Sun that you are not my opponent. ”Zeng Ju was silent, took out a pen and an inkstone from nowhere, and began to dip it in ink and write.There is no real ink in the inkstone, just sunlight blackened by the color of the inkstone.The pen looked obviously not ordinary.This is a two-level thing from the characters he usually writes out casually.Yes, the words that the saint wrote carefully are not symbols.It's the scriptures.Unexpectedly, the Huanxi monk did not pick up the Great Nirvana, nor did he rely on the golden body to close the distance to attack, but still stayed in the original position, and even took out a pen and a stack of paper to start writing!
He didn't have an inkstone, but he did have paper.He is not a saint, but he is a Buddha.The words that the Buddha carefully wrote are also sutras.………… The end of the pen in the inkstone of the sunlight dipped in, with the blue sky as the paper, once raised the pen to write a word, the end of the pen sunlight scattered, the roots of the hair broken.The word fluttered away, seemingly light as a kite, but as heavy as a mountain."
Definitely."………… Huanxi monk picked up a small pen and wrote a word on the paper plainly and seriously.Obviously, there is no ink on the pen, but the handwriting is so clear.Then he waved his hand, and the paper drifted away towards the word.He wrote a "hat".………… One is paperless.One is the word without ink.They are all the same way, but they are written in different scriptures.The two words met at the edge of the atmosphere, and suddenly they shone brightly, rolling up countless huge winds and blowing away the clouds in the distance.There was a bang, as if the paper had been torn apart.The piece of paper on which the monk wrote was not broken, but the word "ding" that had been written was broken.An ethereal and indescribable pen shrouded the sky above Wushan City, and all the meanings were gathered in one point, as if they fell on Zeng Ju's body.It's like a bolt of lightning.Zeng Ju was directly cut from the sky, falling obliquely to the ground, smashing down a mountain cliff.Huanxi monk flew over the cliff, found that it was the half of the mountain that he smashed that night, if he felt something, he said: "The mountain falls and it is a grave." ”Zeng Ju stood up from among the mountains and rocks, looked at the young monk in the sky and sighed, and said: "If it is an ordinary drama, you should shout at this time, but I can't shout, because I don't teach you much, as for you always say that you are a farmer, in fact, what you really want to do is still that general, right?"
”These words sounded indifferent, and there was no mockery, but a trace of anger appeared on the face of Huanxi Monk Qingjun."
We all used the pen that copied books in Yimaozhai back then, but my paper was made of peach bark in front of the Shuiyue Nunnery, how are you my opponent?
Unless you use a pipe pen, it's pretty much the same.What's more, when I traveled to Chaotian Continent, I worshipped you as a teacher, got the Qingshan Sword Sutra as a guide, and visited all the factions in Lengshan.You will be able to do it, I will do it, but I will do it but you will not, not to mention that I still have many treasures, and there are three thousand worlds of great nirvana!
”He looked at Zeng Ju quietly and said, "Teacher, how are you my opponent?"
”Zeng Ju wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, tidied up his clothes, and said calmly: "If you surrender if you can't win, you shouldn't have left the snow back then." ”The Huanxi monk said expressionlessly: "What did you say when the real person of Chisong was refining the soul?
”Zeng Ju said: "I didn't know it at the time, but now I regret it when I think about it, so I naturally want to stop you." ”"Really?
But I do like that little girl's clean soul, or can I show it to you in front of you?
”There was still no expression on the face of the Monk Huanxi, and his tone was not pretending to be evil, but it filled the whole world with a sense of terror.He stretched out his right hand to the city of Kiriyama dozens of kilometers away, aimed at the already dilapidated city hall, and wanted to catch Eve's soul.Will Zeng Ju still be able to stop him?
The next moment, Huanxi Monk suddenly felt that something was wrong, because the soul should be an intangible and substantial existence, and he couldn't feel any weight, why was this thing he caught so heavy, like a stone?
He turned to look over there, only to realize that it was not the woman's clean soul that had broken through the city hall, but a very vague mosaic that gave the impression of being covered in dust.The mosaic stood still in the sky several kilometers away, and gradually revealed its true appearance.It turned out to be a middle-aged man in a gray plaid shirt, with ******, a slightly dark complexion, and a calm expression.Several battle armors had landed at the town hall in the distance, and Eve should have been rescued.Huanxi Monk raised his eyebrows slightly, didn't speak, and directly punched the past.Countless golden flames sprouted from his fist and suddenly turned into a fire dragon, traveling several kilometers to the middle-aged man's body.At the beginning, between the spatial cracks of the Tianhuo Industrial Base, this Buddha Fire Dragon Fist directly repelled a dark person.Now, although there is no high-temperature magma in the planet as a guide, the power of this punch is much smaller, but it is also extremely powerful, even if it is a real immortal-level magic weapon, it will be shattered by a punch.The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged, still so calm, even a little wooden, but his movements were extremely fast, and as soon as his palm turned over, a round light mirror appeared in his hand, and there were countless runes on the light mirror, moving quickly on their respective circular tracks.Looking at this scene, the Huanxi monk was a little surprised and sighed lightly.At the same time, the dragon generated by the Buddha Fire collided with the light mirror without any fancy fancy, and the unimaginable shock wave went in all directions.With a loud bang, the snow on the surface of the earth jumped up like boiling milk.The golden dragon gradually dissipated into the sky.The mirror of light dissipated without a trace.The monk looked at the middle-aged man quietly, and suddenly stretched out his right hand.The middle-aged man also stretched out his right hand.Two huge golden palm prints appeared in the atmosphere, spanning the heavens and the earth, and they met.There was an even more unimaginable loud noise on the surface of the planet, the wind howled, several residential buildings in the distance collapsed, and the ships flew away to take shelter."
Zen light mirror, mahamudra......
Which junior in the temple are you?
Zen?
”Huanxi Monk looked at the middle-aged man and asked indifferently.The middle-aged man didn't answer, and took out an inkstone and a pen.The inkstone is not ordinary, and the pen does not look ordinary.He dipped his pen in the inkstone and began to write in the air.Huanxi Monk understood what the other party meant, was slightly angry, and stopped speaking, directly took out the pen and paper, and wrote the word "anger".The paper with angry words on it floated away, and soon came not far in front of the middle-aged man.The middle-aged man's words had not yet been written.But it doesn't need to be finished.Several rainbows arose at the end of the pen, easily tore the piece of paper, and then landed on the body of the Monk of Joy.A golden straight line went dozens of kilometers away, carving a deep furrow in the snow.The monk stood up from the bottom of the ditch, the monk's robe was torn, and a clear pen mark appeared on his chest.He raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man in the sky and asked, "What is this way of writing?"
Who are you?
”"The pen is the Guancheng pen, and the inkstone is the dragon's tail inkstone."
The middle-aged man said, "I'm ten years old Liu. ”()