I Honor

Guess the beginning, but miss the ending

ambush

After glancing at the scene of the vast hall and finding that there was no figure of Xuannv, this thought popped into Meng Qi’s mind instantly. ,

Before entering the Immortal Realm, he had already envisioned many situations in order to interpret different responses. For example, the contemporary Xuannv had already discovered the traitor or Gao Lan’s prying, deliberately pretending, setting up an ambush, and seducing Gao Lan took the initiative to jump into the trap, or her characterExtraordinarily cautious, seemingly closed and polished, isolating the inside and outside, but in fact, the golden silkworm has shed its shell, holding the prepared treasure, and I don’t know which bump in the ends of the world secretly crossed the catastrophe.

Therefore, what he saw now did not exceed Meng Qi’s expectations and preparations, on the contrary, he had a feeling that this was indeed the case.

The things I mixed up, how could it be as domineering and leaky as Big Brother Doubi thought, and it went smoothly

He has to have this kind of awareness when he invites himself to be a helper

At the same time as the idea came to mind, Meng Qi also had a wry smile, pointing his sword slantedly, examining the clues in the vast hall, one foot inside the hall, one outside the hall, as if standing in two universes.

The consciousness spread and covered, and he and Gao Lan suddenly said “huh”.

This place seems to be empty and there is no figure, but there are all kinds of illusory things floating here, like memories, emotions, experiences, and brand marks.

Meng Qi’s thoughts suddenly moved, and the light came on, and the causes of all fruits were highlighted, allowing himself to step into the realm of cause and effect, and touch the illusory world of heart and spirit. Like water, merit is like a mirror.

Moments later, what he saw was different again. In front of Meng Qi was a Buddhist hall. The Tathagata sat tall with a benevolent face. His golden body was surrounded by incense and white smoke, illuminated by an old blue lamp, and a gray-robed monk lowered his eyes. Day after day, he knocked on the wooden fish and recited the scriptures, like a monk, but there was a subtle contradiction between his supposedly vigorous and youthful face.

Tuk duk, Amitabha Buddha, I heard it like this.

The sound of the wooden fish echoed monotonously, containing a kind of calming power. Suddenly, a woman in a red wedding dress walked into the entrance of the Buddhist hall. She had an exquisite appearance. The playful past remained between his brows and eyes, his pace slowed down, and he stopped behind the gray-robed monk.

“Why are you here again?” The gray-robed monk’s eyes were closed, the wooden fish continued, and his tone was calm but repulsive.

The corners of the mouth of the woman in the red wedding dress curled up, her smile was as bright as ever, bringing people unconscious happiness, her tone was low and calm, as if she was telling something that had nothing to do with her:

“Master. I’m getting married.”

The mallet in the gray-robed monk’s hand broke suddenly, and the sound of beating and beeping stopped abruptly, and the whole person was like a clay puppet.

The smile of the woman in the red wedding dress gradually faded, with a little bit of glamour:

“I don’t want to accept it. So I’m going to finish it off.”

With a bang, the gray-robed monk suddenly jumped up, causing the incense table to crumble.

Once it was over, the gray-robed monk opened his eyes, full of anxiety and worry. Without any other emotion, he stretched out his hands, trying to stop it.

However. In his bright black eyes, the blood on the neck of the woman in the wedding dress had already dried up, and it was unclear whether it was the wedding dress or the blood skirt.

The hands passed through without touching any entity, and penetrated the past.

The grey-robed monk’s movements froze, his eyes fixed as he watched the figure in front of him fade.

There are ghosts in front of the Buddha, just to say goodbye.

With a bang, the incense table fell to the ground, and soot was scattered everywhere, covering the Tathagata, and the scene gradually diverged, curling up in the spacious hall.

What is this? Meng Qi frowned slightly, with many doubts in his heart. At this moment, another “picture scroll” unfolded in front of him and Gao Lan.

On the sick bed, a pretty and delicate woman leaned on the pillow, her cheeks were fleshless, and she was so sick that she was taking in more air and less air out, and her eyes that should have been looking forward to beauty gradually became cloudy.

Next to her, a middle-aged scribe held her hands tightly, with indelible grief and sorrow hidden in his eyes.

This middle-aged scribe has thicker eyebrows, showing a bit of rigidity, and a long horizontal beard on his mouth, which is quite strange.

As soon as he saw him, his name popped up in Meng Qi’s mind:

“Six Oceans” Wu Jizhen

A great master who has an unforgettable relationship with a contemporary Xuannv

The scenes seen in the hall are all the experiences of Xuannv’s different bodies, the life when fate and identity manifested

Some people blame me, and some people blame me

At this time, on the sick bed, the pretty and charming woman gently shook Wu Jizhen’s arm, and said with full of affection:

“From now on, forget, forget me”

His voice had decreased, his vitality had been cut off, no matter how much Wu Jizhen poured his true energy into it, it would be of no avail. He suddenly raised his head and let out a long cry, mourning the loss of his partner.

Since the different experiences of the body were presented in the hall, the contemporary Xuannv must have had a flash of inspiration nearby Meng Qi, looking at the direction of the apse and shrinking into inches.

It seems that it is not a trap that was deduced before or that it has been thrown in vain, but that the choice of Xuannv’s retreat is very strange or her current state is puzzling.

Could it be that she is trying to break through

Gao Lan obviously thought of it faster than Meng Qi. Just as the Taoist robe flashed, a bright yellow figure appeared in front of him. , the love of a lifetime, to the old white-headed, buried together in the tomb, the story of only one corpse.”

The further they go, the more they seem to have penetrated into the spiritual world of the contemporary Xuannv, observing hundreds of thousands of different lives and different emotions.

Suddenly, Gao Lan, who was running ahead, slowed down, because at the gate separating the front hall and the back hall, a woman in a plain robe stood quietly, her temperament was elegant and dust-free, and there was compassion in her eyes to save all living beings in the world. The weathering is peerless and radiant.Her hair is coiled up, and the wooden hairpin is crossed, like a layman.

Then Meng Qi saw Gao Lan stop, with indescribable surprise and burning in his cold and deep eyes, like a young man in love.

“Yan Ran” he called out in a low voice.

Yan Ran, this is the sister-in-law Meng Qi followed and paused, looking away, only to see that the plain robed woman had many wounds on her body, as if she had experienced a bloody battle, and there were still indistinct enemies around her.

“Gao Lang.” Yan Ran looked over in surprise.

Gao Lan was moved, raised his right hand, and swung his long sword, strangling all the illusory enemies around him, and said excitedly:

“Yan Ran, I will definitely save you this time”

“You must occupy the dominant position of Xuannv Dao Body”

Taking a step forward, Gao Lan appeared in front of Yan Ran, with his right hand stretched out, holding the slender hand that was also extended to Yan Ran.

Hands touched and passed through each other.

An indescribable regret appeared on Yan Ran’s face, and he called again in a low voice:

“Gao Lang”

The figure gradually dispersed, and the branding disintegrated.

What’s the situation? Meng Qi looked through Yan Ran and looked at the apse, only to see the contemporary Xuannv sitting beside the coffin, her body blurred, as if at home, no longer alive

The contemporary Xuannv sits down

Before she took a step to soar in the daytime, she lost control, suffered a backlash, and sat down on the spot, so her body brand flew out, leaving a mark

Xuannv actually died Meng Qi couldn’t believe his eyes. He had predicted many situations and interpreted different developments, but he never thought it would be this kind of change.

I guessed the beginning, but not the ending

The contemporary Xuannv was not extraordinarily cautious, so she raised suspicions, and she also failed to guess that Brother Doubi would launch an attack in advance, rushing in and trying to abduct her, but she died.

She died, and Yan Ran, who was the body, could not even be reincarnated

Brother Doubi has been preparing for many years, but his domineering side leaked, but he met this kind of ending, could it be God’s will?

What is God’s will

Breaking through the dharma body is the difference between human beings and immortals. It is one of the biggest hurdles on the road of cultivation. The possibility of failure is inherently high, but I and Big Brother Doubi subconsciously avoided this possibility.

Meng Qi looked back in astonishment, and looked at Gao Lan, only to see him staring blankly at the disappearing figure in front of him, still holding his right hand, and shouted in a low voice:

“Yan Ran”

Since ancient times, there has been no love and no hatred.

bang

There was a shock in the hall, because the stress changes brought about by Meng Qi and Gao Lan’s forceful entry appeared.

The two failed to succeed as planned and left quickly.

“Yan Ran”

Gao Lan suddenly raised his head and screamed, his voice echoed, his grief was inexplicable. To be continued.

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