Mirroring the changes

There is no time in the mountains, and a hundred years have passed in the cave.

In front of the half-broken stone tablet, the back of the mirage is looming, seemingly real and unreal.

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

At first, it was a white cloud and a giant elephant, and the mist was ethereal.

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

As time passed.

The illusion gradually changed from static to dynamic, from virtual to real.

Finally it turned into birds and beasts, creating all living things.

‘Tianwa Demon Religion Tablet’

When the mirage opened his eyes again, he finally saw the name of the stone tablet.

“Tianwa…”

It was the stone tablet left by the most holy Nuwa of the demon clan.

At the beginning of ancient times, who preached it?

In the ancient times, the people were born.

There was the Taishang Laojun who left the ‘Laojun Human Religion Tablet’.

There was the Yuanshi Tianzun who left the ‘Yuanshi Explanation Religion Tablet’.

There was the Tongtian Sect Master who left the ‘Tongtian Jie Religion Tablet’.

There is also the "Tianwa Demon Cult Monument" left by the goddess Nuwa.

In mythology, the goddess Nuwa kneaded the earth to create a human being, which is the pinnacle of the "transformation" road.

Later, the ancestor of the Styx was inspired by this demon cult monument and comprehended 180,000 blood gods and created 180,000 kinds of blood sea.

And the clouds and the dogs, the sea and the fields, ten thousand years later, the mirage became the third successor.

It's just different from Nuwa's kneading the earth to create a human being and the Styx's blood sea to transform a human being.

Mirage comprehended the dream transformation from the half of the demon cult monument.

The virtual can be transformed into the real, and the real can be transformed into the virtual.

Between the virtual and the real, the mysterious is even more mysterious.

"Amitabha."

Just when the mirage was enlightened, the monk's voice came from the cave again.

It seemed that the other party had calculated that he could understand the avenue at this moment.

"Master..."

A hundred years of practice made him put away his disrespect.

The monk in front of him became more and more difficult to see through.

"You are fine." The monk had a kind face.

Only his eyes seemed to have been through many hardships.

"Do you want to escape from prison?"

"Escape from prison?"

Shen was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the monk meant.

"Isn't this chaotic heavenly way a prison?" The monk pondered, his voice full of vicissitudes.

Shen was as if he had been enlightened: it turned out that what he said about 'escape from prison' was to break free from the heavenly way!

After a long time, Shen nodded.

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

"In that case... you need to agree to my three conditions."

"The first condition is, monk."

"Join the Killing Temple and become a monk."

"Okay!"

"You are of the 'Mi' generation, so let's call you Mijian."

...

Killing Temple, Sutra Library.

Monk Mijian touched his bald head. Even though a hundred years have passed, he still remembers 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 was already a faint fish belly white there.

The suddenly quiet temple suddenly had a touch of peace.

"The second condition, hide."

Monk Mijian seemed to have returned to the cave many years ago, and the monk with sadness in his eyes said so.

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

"The great way of transformation is not tolerated by the way of heaven."

"Being a monk and hiding can avoid being noticed."

"Master, what is hiding?"

"Not being known by others, not being trapped by love, not being disturbed by karma."

"Then when will you hide?"

The big monk smiled and shook his head and said: "Hide until you should take action."

So from then on, the demon clan lost a new king, and the Killing Temple gained a monk.

Monks don't do other things, just chant in the Sutra Library.

One year...two years...three years...

The fifth generation abbot was sent away, and the sixth generation abbot was welcomed.

The sixth abbot left and the seventh abbot came.

Until hundreds of years later...

The seventh abbot's life or death was unknown.

Few people knew that there was a monk who liked to chant sutras hidden in the Sutra Pavilion of the Killing Temple.

"Now is the right time."

The monk concealed his identity and hid in the Killing Temple, not only to avoid the calamity of the Heavenly Dao, so that he could deduce the Dao of Transformation to a higher level, but also to help the Killing Temple survive the calamity.

So at this moment he finally revealed his identity.

Help the Killing Temple survive this calamity.

"The demon clan should also retreat when they know the difficulty."

In the big tent several miles away.

At this moment, only the Snake Saint, the Crane Saint, and the last leader Huang Daxian were 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, our Wanshou Villa was defeated, not because of you or me, but because of that person's help."

The feather fan in He Feiyu's hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and it fell heavily on his legs, without any intention of lifting it.

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

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

In any case, Wanshou Villa really didn't have the strength to fight again.

"Who said it was defeated?"

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

...

The thunder roared and the springs gushed out of the split Cangxia.

Bukong Mountain, Bukong Waterfall.

On the shore in the water, a figure sat cross-legged.

Eight strange magic tools were suspended around, floating and sinking, swaying.

Li Chen opened his eyes, and the eight magic weapons turned into eight streams of light, all of which drilled into his body.

The Eight Treasures of Muni, gathered again after ten thousand years.

"Failed again."

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

But the results were clear and consistent.

It cannot be said to be a complete failure.

At least, Li Chen went from controlling one or two items at first to now being able to control eight items at the same time.

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

At this moment, a string of words appeared in the interpretation mirror.

【Linglong scheming

Advanced intelligence

Hobby: Yi Dao

Personality: Asking hands, performing martial arts, automatic navigation, exquisite seven orifices

State 1: Use the heaven and earth as the chessboard, and everything around you as the chess pieces. Use the magic weapon as if you are playing chess with others, and you can pick it up at your fingertips according to your heart's move.

State 2: Stretch out your palm, feel the energy in the direction of your palm, and respond in advance.

State 3: The attack methods in the chess game can be evolved using magic weapons.

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

State 5: Able to multi-task and control multiple magic weapons at the same time.

Description: I kill people like chess. 】

There are two keys to the art of controlling weapons.

One is a person and the other is a tool.

There must be sufficient fit between the person and the device.

Now that "Exquisite Mind" has been deduced to an advanced level by Li Chen, the reason why Muni's Eight Treasures still cannot control the mind lies in the degree of compatibility.

The eight Buddhist 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 is going up the mountain?

"Amitabha."

"I am silent, I have something to ask for."

Uncle Nirvana?

Li Chen was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately poured his true energy into his Dantian, using the method of "Jiu Long Yin" to spit out the syllables: "Uncle, you're welcome."

His lips moved slightly, but his voice echoed in the mountains.

Zen Master Nirvana was originally worried that he would not be able to awaken the Buddha, but now the voice rang directly in his heart, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.