I Honor

“Seeing” Yourself

As far as the eye can see, it is black earth, but it is covered with dark red blood, revealing a strange color.

There are no mountains, no water, no sun, no moon, no clouds here, only a faint gleam of light sprinkled from high places, illuminating broken arms, stumps, and rotting corpses, staining them with a touch of bright red.

The entire plain is endless, the only thing special is the black air lingering in the distance, it is difficult to penetrate the line of sight, as if it is covering something.

After watching for a while, Meng Qi performed a somersault step, stepping on the airflow with his feet, forming clouds, and flew close to the ground to the place surrounded by black air.

It was weird here, he didn’t dare to fly fast, he was afraid that something terrible was hidden in the mid-air.

During the flight, the smell of blood and stench permeated Meng Qi’s nostrils, making Meng Qi feel that he had entered an ancient battlefield, or a battlefield where the bones had not been restrained.

As they flew, many relatively complete corpses appeared in front of them, such as a strange guy in the shape of a golden rooster not far away.

It was wearing patchwork clothes, with no hair on the top of its head. There were many places of rot on its face and body. The bones were deeply visible, and yellow pus remained. It was extremely disgusting. It was holding something in its hand, but it was its left leg. It seemed to be torn off directly, and then stuffed into his mouth, maintaining a gnawing posture.

“How could you tear off your own leg?” Meng Qi climbed up slightly, intending to go around.

At the same time, his spirit spread over, sensing subtleties, trying to find out the secret of this place.

Suddenly, the corpse jumped up violently, waved its rotten left leg, and struck Meng Qi from a distance.

Feeling lifeless, his left leg suddenly grew bigger, and Meng Qi felt like his skin was beginning to rot even before he touched his body.

His body was glowing with pale gold, and he made an inexplicable whistling sound, and his right hand “Heaven’s Injury” cut down in a beautiful arc, doing his best to change things, giving people the feeling of white clouds and turbulence. It is one of the styles of Yuxu Qingyuan knife technique.

Puff puff puff, the light of the knife dispersed, as if there were white clouds filling the place, and there were continuous dull noises, but the zombies were cut into fleshless bones from the beginning to the end

Crash, the white bones collapsed, quickly decayed, and turned into bloody mud.

With the sound of clattering, corpses not far away staggered and stood up, and they were missing arms. Either the five internal organs are missing, or the head is missing, in short, neither is complete

Meng Qi frowned, opened his acupoints, and his whole body was full of light, like a red sun, cast into the distance.

The long sword interprets the sun, and the light spreads like water, scorching hot. High temperature, sacred, brilliant, nothing less. except all darkness

All the corpses engulfed by the sunlight quickly gasified, and the surrounding area was empty, only the streamer of the red sun pierced the sky, rushing to the place surrounded by black air.

“Love, righteousness, benevolence. Don’t enter this door.” These eight characters contain deep Zen meaning, glowing with glass luster, and imprinted on the stone wall. It gives people the feeling that it is as pure as Bodhi and as strong as a diamond.

“Do you know who wrote these eight characters?” Wang Siyuan didn’t have the slightest nervousness, worry and apprehension of being in the dense land of Shaolin. Instead, he seemed to be back at his own home, leisurely, and asked the people around him.

Next to him was a guy in a black cloak, his voice was not mature, and his voice was extremely low, as if he was afraid that the eminent monk guarding the fork would find out:

“I don’t know.”

In addition to Wang Siyuan and the guy in the black cloak, there were two other people, a white-haired, wrinkled, horse-faced, high-nosed man, and his breath carried the dust accumulated over the years.

He closed his eyes tightly and didn’t say a word. Even when Wang Siyuan faced him, he didn’t seem to be so swaying, and everything was under control.

The other has black hair like ink, with a straight back and a big robe.Sleeves, dressed in the middle ages, his eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Wang Siyuan, but with sharp edges and corners, masculine and mature.

Hearing the answer, Wang Siyuan chuckled lightly: “This place is the secret path of the back mountain of Shaolin. These eight characters also contain the meaning of Bodhisattva’s compassion. They have been immortal for thousands of years. Naturally, they are written by Shaolin Patriarch Bodhidharma.”

“Dharma” was slightly surprised by the man in the black cloak, as if he didn’t expect to be a legendary figure who had been sitting for many years.

His voice is thick and distinctly male.

Deep in his right hand, Wang Siyuan stroked these eight characters lightly: “Dharma attained Kasyapa Dharmakaya and hoped for the Buddha. Although he did not succeed in his whole life, he had already attained the Bodhisattva status during his lifetime. One of the most powerful people in the world, even if the warning he left behind has been eroded by the years, it will still be as strong as a diamond after thousands of years, sealing this door, there is no special method, even a high-ranking person cannot open it.”

The glazed light turns on the eight characters, and the meaning of Zen is eternal, as if confirming what Wang Siyuan said.

If Meng Qi were here, he would be very surprised, because the eight characters he had seen were ordinary, without any power, and seemed to have been washed away by time.

The man in the cloak inevitably became curious: “What is behind the door?”

Wang Siyuan smiled without saying a word, turned his head to look at the mountain wall next to him, and read the motto above:

“If you don’t enter the world of mortals, don’t go through the sea of ​​suffering, and don’t violate the precepts, how can you know the true meaning of the rules, how can you break through the illusions of the world, see your own Buddha nature, and realize the wonderful existence of vacuum”

“Ananda is worthy of being one of the two great venerables who sat down with the Buddha. He has opened a new path and has a profound Buddha nature.” Reincarnation but not detachment.”

He seemed to mean something, but the man in the cloak didn’t seem to hear it. Instead, he looked at the pattern next to the proverb. It was a picture of a monk wielding a saber, with different movements, writing and annotating the heart in tiny characters. The tricks and moves are difficult, and at the end is a line of messages:

“The old monk’s path is different from Venerable Ananda’s. He failed to fully understand the true meaning of breaking the precepts of the saber technique, and the inheritance can only be passed on once, and it will no longer exist. Therefore, I am deeply saddened. I leave the secret book here. If Shaolin is not here, someone who is destined to come here, I hope it will come out. True meaning, return to the original, Bodhidharma.”

“Ananda broke the precepts sword technique.” The cloaked man’s eyes seemed to become hot, “He practiced this sword technique.”

“You are different from him. If you practice this saber technique, you will sink instantly and will not be pure.” Wang Siyuan coughed twice, “When Bodhidharma was alive, this place was not a secret, but after his nirvana, the whole Shaolin seems to have forgotten this place. ”

The cloaked man withdrew his gaze: “What are you guys trying to do, how can I help you?”

At this time, the old man next to him who kept his eyes closed took a step forward, squatted down in an imageless manner, stroked the small hole, and sensed the invisible but still burning flame inside.

“The power of a demon saint spans eternity and is immortal,” he sighed, and opened his eyes suddenly.

This is a pair of scalp-numbing eyes, only the whites of the eyes, no pupils

The man in the black cloak took a step back. Seemed to be intimidated.

The old man chuckled: “I can see the past and the future, so I can’t see the present.”

There was a mystery in the words, but the man in the cloak couldn’t figure it out, so he could only look at Wang Siyuan.

Wang Siyuan clenched his fist against his lips and breathed a sigh of relief: “You don’t have to worry about other things, first practice the exercises and try to push the door.”

“I…” the man in the cloak was startled at first, then became quiet and said in a low voice. “I hope you can keep your promise after this matter.”

He flipped off the cloak, revealing his own face. His facial features were ordinary, but his temperament was deep, and at the same time, there were still a little tiger head and tiger brain. He seemed to be the “Duan Rui” that Meng Qi was looking for.

Practicing Yi Jin Jing fails to follow the law and has schizophrenia, a young man who is sometimes a monster

Suddenly, his eyes became dark and his expression was distorted. The breath changed instantly, and it was very strange, and there was a strange black air around the two palms.

The two palms landed on the stone gate, and the black air penetrated silently.

at this time. The tortoise shell shines brightly, the black and white points rotate continuously, interpreting many hexagrams, and then plunges into the black air

“Love, righteousness, benevolence, don’t enter this door” has not changed at all, it is still glazed, but the door is slowly opened

The red sun swept across the sky. Flying extremely fast, Meng Qi got rid of many dead bodies on the black plain, and approached the lingering black air.

Black air enveloped the faintly visible Buddhist temples, including merit pools, seven treasures such as gold, silver, glass and agate, whirling bodhi trees, and mountain peaks at the core, but without exception, they were all in a state of destruction, or withered and rotted. Only the gurgling water still groaned softly, slightly blood-brown.

Arriving here, Meng Qi only felt that the principles of heaven and earth were slightly different from those around him, just like the aura at the core of the Nine Nethernesses encountered in the Valley of No Cares.

Here, the vitality of the heaven and earth is in a semi-dead state, with the color of seven-colored glazed glass at the bottom, and Kurosawa on the top, but the principles of the law are difficult and constantly changing. The same goes for golden merits etc., others are completely weakened.

Last time, he was able to become a ghost and adapt to the law, but this time Meng Qi didn’t know what he should become to ignore the influence. After all, he hadn’t even finished learning the nine changes yet.

Pale gold rose, resisting the black air, Meng Qi stepped into the room cautiously.A destroyed Buddhist Zen Forest.

Suddenly, a half-corroded crystal under a withered bodhi reflected a figure. She was dressed in white like snow, ethereal and pure, with a delicate appearance, and her smile was not a smile.

“Gu Xiaosang…” Meng Qi was startled and looked around, but the surrounding area was empty and there were no enemies.

At this time, a hoarse voice came from his ear: “Do you really want to defeat her, catch her, ravage her, and let her understand the consequences of using you and playing tricks on you?”

“Who?” Meng Qi was even more surprised. For Gu Xiaosang, apart from being wary and hostile, if he said he had no similar dark thoughts, it would be a lie, but this was just an occasional thought, and he would never put it into action.

At this moment, Meng Qi was shocked and became even more vigilant when his heart was darkened by humanity.

Sensing the surroundings, Meng Qi still couldn’t find anyone.

A bodhi leaf fell and attracted Meng Qi’s attention. The lines on it seemed to be Jiang Zhiwei’s face

At this moment, the hoarse voice sounded again: “Do you hate her very much, why do you see me and I am not me, why do you only love the seven-foot sword in your life?”

“No,” Meng Qi blurted out.

People’s hearts are ghosts, and they often have dark thoughts, but like thin snow in the sun, they are fleeting, but now that this kind of darkness is peeped out, and the secret is revealed, he is naturally in a state of mind for a while, and even feels unable to face Jiang Zhiwei. a feeling of

The bodhi leaf fell into the deep grass, and a half-damaged golden lotus slowly bloomed, and Ruan Yushu, Qi Zhengyan, and Zhao Heng seemed to emerge inside.

“Do you think they are holding you back, and you want to kick them away?” The hoarse voice repeated.

Meng Qi took a deep breath and said loudly, “Who are you without you?”

“Turn around, and you will know who I am.” A hoarse voice came from all directions.

Meng Qi turned around abruptly, only to see the gurgling stream, and his face was reflected in the stream.

It was a distorted face, like madness, with dark eyes.

Meng Qi was so terrified that he felt a storm in his heart

I

how is this possible

When did I get invaded by demons

“I am you, you are me, what I say is naturally true.” The hoarse voice laughed, and Meng Qi saw his mouth opening and closing, “Do you still think you are a good person?”

“He” lowered his voice, like reciting scriptures:

“People’s hearts are dark, and their natures are evil. Once you enter this door, you will see yourself, and your friendship will be lost, and your benevolence will not exist.”

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