Look In the Mirror

   There is no time in the mountains, but a hundred years in the cave.

  In front of half of the stele, the back of the mirage is looming, seemingly real or virtual.

   Around him, various phantoms would appear from time to time.

   At the beginning, it was a giant white cloud, misty mist.

   Gradually turned into forests and mountains, rivers, lakes, rivers and seas.

over time.

  The phantom gradually changes from static to dynamic, from virtual to real.

  Finally turned into birds and beasts, good luck to all living beings.

  'Tianwa Yaojiao Monument'

   When Mirage opened his eyes again, he finally saw the name of the stele.

   "Tianwa..."

   That is the stone tablet left by the most holy Nuwa of the Yaozu.

  In the beginning of ancient times, who preached it?

  Long ago, the people were born in the early days.

  There is a Taishang Laojun who left behind the "Laojun Renjiao Monument".

  There is Yuanshi Tianzun who left behind the "Yuanshi Explanatory Teaching Monument".

  The leader of the Tongtian Church left behind the "Tongtian Jiejiao Monument".

   There is also a Nuwa Empress who left behind the "Tianwa Yaojiao Monument".

  In mythology, Empress Nuwa kneaded earth to become a human being, and this is the pinnacle of the avenue of "transformation".

  Later, Patriarch Minghe was inspired by this demonic stele, comprehended 108,000 blood **** sons, and created 108,000 types of blood sea.

  While Baiyun Canggou, vicissitudes of life, ten thousand years later, Mirage became the third successor.

  It’s just different from Nuwa’s making people out of clay and Styx’s sea of ​​blood.

  Mirage realized from the half of the Yaojiao stele that it was born from a dream.

  Virtuality can be turned into reality, and reality can be turned into virtuality.

  Between fiction and reality, there is mystery and mystery.

   "Amitabha."

   Just as the mirage was enlightened, the monk's voice came from the entrance of the cave again.

  It seems that the other party has calculated that he can understand the Dao at this moment.

"Grandmaster…"

  Hundred years of practice made him put away his disrespect.

  The monk in front of him is becoming more and more incomprehensible.

   "You are fine." The monk said kindly.

  There is only one pair of eyes that look weather-beaten.

   "Do you want to jailbreak?"

"prison Break?"

   Mirage froze for a moment, but didn't understand what the monk meant.

   "Isn't this panic-stricken place a prison?" The monk pondered, his voice full of vicissitudes.

  Mirage is like enlightenment: it turns out that the 'prison escape' he mentioned is breaking free from the heaven!

   After a long time, Mirage nodded.

  The corner of the monk's mouth raised, as if he had expected it: "Amitabha."

   "In this case...you need to agree to three conditions."

   "The first condition is, monk."

   "Join Shasheng Temple, ordained as a monk."

"good!"

   "You are from the generation of 'Mi', so you should be called Mi Jian."

  …

  Sasheng Temple, Sutra Pavilion.

  Monk Mi Jian touched his bald head. Even though a hundred years had passed, he still remembered the coolness when he shaved his hair for the first time.

   "Amitabha."

   "It's over, not too bad."

  His eyes fell on the horizon.

  There is already a faint fish-belly white.

  The suddenly silent temple suddenly became more serene.

   "Second condition, implicit."

  Monk Mi Jian seems to have returned to the cave many years ago, the monk who always hides sadness in his eyes said so.

   "If you want to break free from the way of heaven, you must first hide in the way of heaven."

   "The Dao of Huasheng is not tolerated by the Dao of Heaven."

   "To be a monk, to be a hermit, so as not to be noticed."

   "Master, what is hidden?"

   "Not known by others, not troubled by love, not disturbed by karma."

   "Then until when?"

  The great monk smiled at the corner of his mouth, shook his head and said, "It's time for you to act."

  So since then, Yaozu has lost a new king, and Shasheng Temple has gained a monk.

  Do not do things next to the monks, but only chant scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion.

  One year...Two years...Three years...

  The fifth-generation abbot was sent off, and the sixth-generation abbot was ushered in.

  The sixth-generation abbot was sent away, and the seventh-generation abbot was ushered in.

   Until hundreds of years later...

  The seventh-generation abbot is also alive and dead.

   Few people know that there is a monk who likes to chant scriptures hidden in the scripture storage pavilion of Shasheng Temple.

   "Now is the time."

  The great monk let himself hide his identity and hid in the Shasheng Temple, not only to avoid the calamity of the heavenly law, but also to help the Shasheng Temple to survive the disaster.

  That's why he was finally willing to reveal his identity at this moment.

  Help Shasheng Temple through this catastrophe.

   "It's time for the Yaozu to retreat in spite of the difficulties."

   Far away in the big tent several miles away.

  At this moment, only Snake Saint, Crane Saint, and the last leader Huang Daxian are left.

   "Defeated." The third owner, He Feiyu, said with a pale face.

  Snake Saint Fan Yuya shook his head slightly: "Third brother, don't blame yourself."

   "This time my Longevity Villa was defeated, not because of you or me, but because of that person who helped me."

  The feather fan in He Feiyu's hand weighed a thousand catties, and it fell heavily on his lap, without any intention of lifting it up.

   "Second brother, if you lose, you lose."

  Fan Yuya knew the character of the third brother, and he just sighed lightly when he heard this.

  In any case, Longevity Villa really has no power to fight anymore.

   "Who said you lost?"

  But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded outside the big tent.

  …

   Break open the cang gorge and roar to run thunder, thousands of dendrobium flying springs gushing out.

   Not empty mountains, not empty waterfalls.

  In the water, a figure sat cross-legged.

  There are eight strange instruments floating around, floating, sinking, and swaying.

   Li Chen opened his eyes, and the eight magic weapons turned into eight beams of light, all of them got into his body.

  The eight treasures of Muni, gathered again from ten thousand years ago.

   "Failed again."

  He couldn't remember how many times this was the first attempt.

   But the result is clear and consistent.

   It cannot be said to be a complete failure.

  At least, Lichen has controlled one or two pieces at the beginning, and now he can control eight pieces at the same time.

   In addition, he also pushed the previous "Linglong Scheming" to a new level.

  At this moment, a string of words appeared in the Interpretation Mirror.

  【Linglong Scheming

   Advanced Psychic

  Hobbies: Yidao

  Personality: Asking Hands, Performing Martial Arts, Automatic Navigation, Exquisite Qiqiao

  Status 1: Take the heaven and earth as the chessboard, and everything in your body as the chess pieces, and use magic tools to control them, just like playing chess with people.

  State 2: Stretch out your palm, you can sense the Qi movement in the direction your palm is facing, and make a countermeasure in advance.

  Status 3: The attacking means in the chess record can be evolved into the magic weapon.

  State 4: With automatic addressing and automatic obstacle avoidance functions until the end.

  Status 5: Able to multitask and control multiple magic weapons at the same time.

  Description: I kill people like chess. 】

  There are two keys to the Art of Armor.

   One is a person, the other is a device.

   There must be a sufficient fit between the human and the device.

   Now that "Linglong Mind Scheming" has been deduced to a high level by Li Chen, the reason why he still can't control the eight treasures of Muni lies in the degree of fit.

  The eight Buddha treasures consume merit, but every time they are used, there is still a sense of sluggishness.

   "How can we break through?"

   Li Chen sighed softly, but at this moment, his heart suddenly moved: Someone went up the mountain?

   "Amitabha."

   "The old monk is dead, I have something to see."

  Ji Mie Master Uncle?

  Li Chen was stunned for a moment, then immediately sank his true energy into his dantian, and spit out the syllable with the method of "Wine and Dragon Song": "Uncle Master, you are welcome."

   His lips moved slightly, but his voice was already echoing in the mountains.

  Zhan Master Ji Mie was originally worried that he would not be able to wake up the Buddha, but at this moment the voice directly rang in his heart, and he couldn't help being overjoyed.