Red Heart Survey

"Why don't you open the door!?"

On the solemn and ancient altar, hangs a huge chaotic ball of light. Occasionally, the chaos separates, and you can see birds, beasts, rivers and clouds. Occasionally, chaos gathers, and there are blue thunder and purple lightning, red fire and ash.

Under the huge chaotic ball of light, there was an angry voice growling.

The suppressed pain was like a volcano about to erupt.

The person who growled was a monk with clear facial features.

The faces that would have brought many brilliance to people are now filled with pain.

There were wounds cut by the wind knife on the face, especially the left eyebrow, where a narrow cut was broken on the left third.

He came too fast, and when he broke through the space, he was injured by a gust of wind.

It almost triggered a counterattack from the Gate of Ten Thousand Monsters, and the Dharma Body was wiped out.

The person he questioned was wearing a bamboo hat, a coir raincoat, and straw sandals, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a sheathed knife across his knee.

He is naturally one of the three human race Yandao guarding Suiming City in this period, Qin Changsheng, the real king of Qin who once fought against Shi Anxuan on the Nantian battlefield.

"Isn't it open?" He said quietly.

"You know what I'm talking about!" the angry monk growled angrily.

"Which door do you want to open?" Qin Changsheng asked quietly.

"Of course it is the door to the land of heaven!" The monk said excitedly, "My Chan Master Xingnian is right there, already knocking on the door!"

Qin Changsheng's reaction was still very calm: "As far as I know, the Gate of Ten Thousand Monsters does not lead to the land of the heavens. Chan Master Xingnian himself opened the passage, and he has not yet reached the gate. When he arrives at the gate, we will wait for you." Make sure it's safe, and we'll pick him up."

"I want you to open the door now!" The monk approached abruptly, the ring scar on his bald head was as red as blood, as if the incense was burning out: "I'm going to meet him!"

Qin Changsheng raised his eyelids and just looked at him like this. Slowly said: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

The same sentence, but this is a question.

The monk was burning with anxiety, his eyes were already bloodshot: "Chan Master Xingnian is the highest achiever in the "Future Stars Tribulation Sutra", the great Bodhisattva of Mount Sumeru, and the true king of Yan Dao of our human race! Qin Zhenjun, you Qin Changsheng, you Qin Guo , really desperate?!"

"Zhao Wu, let me ask you!" Qin Changsheng held the long knife in his hand, still sitting cross-legged: "If this is a bureau, if the monster clan breaks through the door, who will be responsible?"

"I'm responsible!" Monk Zhaowu said angrily, "If something happens because of this, I will pay with my head!"

"You can't afford it!" Qin Changsheng's voice was extremely cold: "What's the point of breaking your body to pieces? Can you afford to pay for the Ten Thousand Demons Gate if you take your entire Mount Sumeru?"

Zhao Wu said with red eyes: "Zhan Master Xingnian has made great contributions to the human race. I, Mount Sumeru, sacrificed my life for the human race! Looking around the world, his computing power is not comparable. If he can survive, it will be of great benefit to our human race." use!"

"Not to mention that he has not settled the results for five hundred years. If you don't come to make trouble today, I would think he is still in the mountains." Qin Changsheng said slowly: "I just tell you the rules."

"It's not the rules made by me, Qin Changsheng, but the rules that our human race has made for the Gate of Ten Thousand Monsters since ancient times. It doesn't target you specifically, but you must be within its rules."

"Everyone who comes in and out of the Gate of Ten Thousand Monsters needs to be notified in advance and checked internally and externally. I don't know why Chu State let you come here rashly. But I have reasons to think that they don't respect the Gate of Ten Thousand Monsters, Respect the overall situation of the rivalry between the two clans. The person in charge of the sub-door of the Wanyao Gate in Chu State has failed his duty! I should write to Chu Ting to ask for an explanation."

Qin Changsheng's eyes became more and more fierce, like the long knife on his knee, which could no longer be restrained by the scabbard: "The Gate of Ten Thousand Monsters is the only portal leading to the demon world in this world, and it will never be easily opened to the outside world. Don't It is said that Zen Master Xingnian has not yet walked out of the door, even if he does, he will be allowed to enter the door only after a full time limit has been wiped out of all risks!"

With these eyes, he looked at Zhaowu: "Who gave you the courage to open the door to greet you?"

"When the two armies are fighting, you can't open the gate lightly. When the two countries are at war, you can't open the border lightly. Now that the two clans are fighting, who do you want to open the door to?"

"Zhao Wu, what do you think we are doing? You think I am sitting here, why are you doing this?"

"You don't really think that my human race is safe and sound, and the war with the monster race is just a child's play?"

"If this is the case, why did you know that the clock was lost? Why did Chan Master Mingzhi die? Why is Chan Master Xingnian in danger now? Why do you need to mess around here?"

"Has the bloody battle at Centipede Ridge passed for a long time? The statue of the Demon Emperor Yuanxi is still standing in the ancient imperial city, why don't you take a look from afar?!"

This repeated shouting and questioning was like slashing with a straight knife, the sharp edge gouged out the heart, and the slashing made Monk Zhao Wu feel ashamed.

"He and I……"

The dignified Yandao Zhenjun, who had also discussed the Tao with Huang Weizhen back then, closed his eyes in pain, mumbling, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Of course he knew what Qin Changsheng said!

Of course he knew that no one would support him to open the door.

Why did he lower his voice and roar, because he knew he couldn't ignore everything.

But he really wanted to save people!

The one who has been hidden in the monster race for five hundred years, the one who vowed to bring back the Zhiwen bell for the mountain gate and end the tragedy of EMI, does he know that there is someone waiting for him in this world?

Do you know that people have always believed in him, many people have believed in him?

"If you really want to rescue, the road over there will always be clear." Qin Changsheng's voice was extremely cruel.

The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons will not be opened for this.

But between the Civilization Basin and the Yaozu Territory, there is no Myriad Yaomen—this is how Zen Master Xingnian went to the Yaozu Territory.

But when Chan Master Mingzhi is gone, Chan Master Xingnian will also be gone.

What's the use of him going?

Zhaowu let go of his clenched fist, glanced over there, and walked down the altar in a daze.

"You might as well think about it."

Qin Changsheng's indifferent voice came from behind: "Does Zen Master Xingnian want you to support him? Is he willing to let the Gate of Ten Thousand Monsters take the risk of falling for him? Given his depth, from beginning to end, he can Have you handed it over to you?"

Zhaowu didn't speak, and continued to walk outside.

For some reason, bleeding came from the broken eyebrow. He stretched out his finger and wiped it, his fingertips were bright red.

It is true that the body of Yan Dao cannot heal once injured.

But a broken eyebrow is really not a big injury, it can be wiped off easily.

But he did nothing more.

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The 90,000-foot Dao Peak is so high that it cannot be seen in the world.

The sickly and thin Chi Zhiben sat alone in front of the chessboard.

Chess pieces ground from white and black stones are placed in two copper bowls.

So he used this copper bowl as a chess pot.

A son fell into, the sound of the bowl was far away.

Its sound is like hitting a stone in an empty valley, and you can feel the quiet and wonderful Zen.

This is the bowl left by Zen Master Mingzhi, the great Bodhisattva of Sumeru Mountain five hundred years ago.

In front of the Buddha bowl on the left, there are several books piled up.

There are also several books piled up in front of the Buddha bowl on the right.

Fifth from left, fourth from right.

The uppermost one on the left, on the cover reads in a sermon——

"Buddha said fifty-eight chapters chapter two seven"!

The last one on the right, on the cover is written in Daoist script..."Fifty-Eight Chapters of the Buddha's Words·Zhang Si Shi Lu".

Back then, "Fifty-eight Chapters of Buddha's Words" was stolen from Tianyao Pavilion, and a total of twenty chapters were lost. Later, the traitor was found out, and Zen Master Xumishan Mingzhi, the mastermind behind the scenes, was also arrested and killed directly.

Seven chapters were recovered from the scriptures, and thirteen chapters have since been lost.

They were all used by Chan Master Xingnian, scattered all over the world.

Now the three chapters are used in the Shenxiao Bureau, and Xing Nian uses this as a note to try to write the future. He set up a trap and forcibly stopped it.

And of the remaining ten chapters, he has already counted five chapters.

As soon as Xing Nian appeared in the Shenxiao Bureau, there were traces in an instant, and the other five chapters could not hide.

Of the last ten lost chapters of the scriptures, nine chapters were collected here, and one chapter was smashed by Yuan Xianting.

If it is said that Chan Master Xingnian still has a chance to not die, he can also travel through time and play chess with the scriptures of the future stars. These nine chapters are the only hope.

Ji Zhiben picked up one of the scriptures and flipped through them casually: "When you attain Bodhi, there will be no karma in the world, suffering and innocentness, and all minds will be self-satisfied."

He repeated the grand wish of Zen Master Xingnian before his death, with a relaxed tone: "When you attain Bodhi, there is no evil outside the sky..."

Tear!

Tear!

Tear!

The scriptures in the nine chapters were torn to pieces, completely reduced to shreds, and a single word could not be spelled back.

"Okay, it's gone."

He blew lightly, and the debris became even more shattered, shattered into wind, rolled up fine dust, and fell to the ground.

The game with Zen Master Xingnian is not over until now.

As for the Buddhist scriptures, the classics of all ages... what is that?

"Your master's injury was caused by me."

"Your uncle's death was led by me."

"Your life will also end with me."

As he said so, he stretched out his hand and flicked the chessboard, and it was another game.

Shi Shiran smiled and said, "Good chess!"

While thinking about the situation of the next round, the first ear on the right moved slightly, as if he heard something.

"The knowing clock is gone?"

He snorted, "It's none of my business!"

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The eternal moat has been closed, and the distance between the land of the gods and the world is once again vague and unknowable.

"Buddha said fifty-eight chapters" turned into fly ash.

Chan Master Xingnian was burned in the fire of karma.

Vishina are scattered in cause and effect.

The spring of youth still falls in the spring of youth, and it is still a pool of stagnant water, exhausted of vitality.

It's all over, and it's as if it never happened.

But... what about the Zhiwen Ferry?

Where did Zhiwen Zhong go?

Cicada Fayuan in Moyun City looked livid.

At the moment when Tian Yao successively intercepted and killed Zen Master Tianhe Xingnian, he was ready to take back the Zhiwen Bell and the "Fifty-eight Chapters of the Buddha's Words". But when the fire of karma rolls around, everything becomes empty.

Where did Zhiwen Zhong go?

"Fifty-Eight Chapters of the Buddha's Words" is still plausible if it is completely burned by karma, but it is absolutely impossible for the bell of knowledge and hearing to be destroyed!

Back then, when the World Honored One preached the Dharma, he carried three bells with him.

I hear the bell is a tool for enlightenment, seeking the Tao within, the so-called "I hear it as it is".

The Guangwen bell is a tool for seeking the Tao from the outside, the so-called "like gaining wide hearing".

Knowing the bell is a tool for telling the Tao, telling the Tao to the outside, the so-called "knowing and hearing like a messenger".

Gu Nan Mountain enshrined the bell of knowledge and hearing for thousands of years, and Tianjiao came forth in large numbers, which is the result of telling the Tao. Just like what a great Bodhisattva said at the time - "Let his heart know my heart, and my way will be passed on to the world."

If you have to hold this bell, Yan Dao will also gain something!

Today I know that if Zhong can't be found, his Dharma fate is the sinful monk of Ancient Nanshan!

For this knowledge bell, Mount Sumeru sacrificed for generations.

For this knowledge clock, how far can he go?

"Where's the clock?" Cicada Fayuan looked at the gathering darkness, full of murderous intent.

It is suspected that there is a secret method of the Black Lotus Temple.

"Hehehe, you guessed it right. I, the Bodhisattva, have sent the Zhiwen Bell back to where it should be!" In the darkness, Deer Xingkong's mood was obviously much more stable.

After all, if you have never owned it, how can you lose it?

"What is the place where it should be?"

"Of course it is Buddhist orthodox, the ancient scriptures, saving the world and crossing the boat, the black lotus temple!"

At this moment, Zen master Xingnian is dead, and the beacon has been wiped out. The time when the Land of Heaven and Moyun City were forcibly connected by Ji Zhiben diverged again.

Cicada Fayuan once again turned his attention to Time Lost. Since Ji Xingkong said so, Zhiwenzhong's disappearance should have nothing to do with Heilian Temple.

That ball of karma burned away the cause and effect, and it really dispelled too many traces. Even if his cultivation level is as high as his, he can't see it clearly for a while.

Then, before the death of Zen Master Xingnian, did he push back the clock of knowing and hearing to that secret? He couldn't take it back, so he would rather let Zhiwen Zhong disappear from now on?

The secrets of the Shenxiao Bureau are like the number of sands in the Ganges River.

Where should I look for it?

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On the sacred mountain, the group of monsters was silent.

Although Zen Master Xingnian is the great enemy of the monster race, but this kind of courage of "crossing the Tianhe River alone, fighting all the monsters alone" can really overcome the difference between the enemy and ourselves.

The nostalgia of seeking home after hundreds of millions of miles, and the solitary courage of going alone despite thousands of enemies, can resonate with the voices of all living souls.

Seeing this scene, who can not sigh?

There are monsters all around the mountain!

The villagers are not allowed to return.

Jiang Wang fell into the world in the mirror. Surrounded by the silent white mist, although he was holding his sword so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand bulged, he only felt deeply powerless.

Five hundred years ago, Chan Master Xingnian watched helplessly as his uncle, Zen Master Mingzhi, was beaten to death by a powerful monster from the demon race.

Five hundred years later, he looked at the world in the mirror and could only watch Zen Master Xingnian being beaten to death.

Desperate even worse!

Zen master Xingnian still has the best cultivation in the world, he still has the ability to read the past and peep into the future, he can still figure out the game of the gods and fight against the demons alone, he can still hide in the demon world for five hundred years, and enter this game...

There is only one sentence left, "How far away is the other side"!

What does he want? What else can be done?

He Jiang Wang has a sword and supernatural powers, but he dare not jump out of the mirror where he hides, and dare not board the ferry home.

You can only hide in the mirror world and watch.

Watching a group of sky monsters intercept and kill Tianhe, one after another, the offensive continued. Shengsheng beat Chan Master Xingnian until the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dried up, burning in the fire of karma.

So desperate.

Even Chan Master Xing Nian can't do it.

It is better than the Zen Master Xing Nian is dead.

After five hundred years of plotting, it will come to nothing, and the peak of Yan Dao is just a dream.

What else can a little god do?

so desperate...

Jiang Wang held the sword in his hand until his phalanx turned white.

But he was silent and slowly let go of his hand again.

Letting go of the hilt was not because he gave up fighting, but because he was no longer trying to find courage here.

Life is a long journey.

Chan Master Xingnian's journey is over, and he, Jiang Wang, is still on the way.

Then keep going.

Is this a dead end?

I'm alive.

That's not it.

Slowly, he put his hands on the ground, supported himself, and was about to stand up.

The palm seemed to be pressing something foreign.

He turned his head, slowly moved his hand away, and saw a... a small copper bell.

On it are the inscriptions of the ancient Nanshan Mountain, the inscriptions of the Black Lotus Temple, and the mottled marks of cutting with axes, chisels and knives.

Its name: Zhiwen.

I heard that sir.

You are the accident that hit you, the one that escaped, the last hope, maybe there is a possibility.

It's all counted!

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Thanks to the book friend "Pippi in the Banana Boat" for becoming the leader of this book! It's for the 387th League of the Chixin Sky Survey!