The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

As far as my eyes are concerned, the ground is black, but it is covered with dark red blood, showing a strange color.

There were no mountains, no water, no sun, no moon, and no clouds, so a faint light shone from the heights, shining off the broken limbs and rotting corpses, staining them with a touch of bright red.

The entire plain is endless, and the only special thing is the black gas lingering in the distance. The sight is difficult to penetrate, and it seems to be covering something.

After watching for a moment, Meng Qi took a virtual somersault, stepped on the airflow, gave birth to clouds, and flew to the dark air around the ground.

It's weird here, he doesn't dare to fly fast, because he is afraid of something terrible hidden in the air.

During the flight, the smell of blood and stench tangled, and Meng Qi felt that he had entered an ancient battlefield, or a battlefield that had not yet converged.

Flying and flying, there are many relatively complete corpses in front, such as the strange guy who is not far from the golden rooster.

It was wearing a coat of white hair, no hair on the top, multiple rots on the face and body, deep bones, yellow pus, and nausea. It carried a thing in its hand, but its left leg was fuzzy in flesh and blood It seemed to be torn directly, then tucked into his mouth, maintaining a biting posture.

"How could you tore off your leg ..." Meng Qi climbed up slightly, intending to go around.

At the same time, his spirit spread, his senses were subtle, trying to find the secret of this place.

Suddenly, the corpse jumped up, waving the rotten left leg in his hand, and struck Meng Qi from a distance!

Deadly, his left leg suddenly became larger, and before touching the body, Meng Qi felt the skin began to rot.

His body was pale gold, making inexplicable sounds, and his right hand "The Wound of the Sky" was cut off with a wonderful arc, doing everything possible to change. It gives Baiyun Canggou a sense of fickleness, which is one of the methods of the Yuxu Qingyuan sword.

Puff puff. The blade of light spread out, and there was a white cloud permeating the place. Constantly making dull noises, but the zombie was cut into fleshless bones from beginning to end!

Wow, the bones collapsed, quickly decayed, and turned into blood mud.

With the clamor of sounds, a corpse stood up and swayed not far away. They either lacked arms or lacked internal organs. Or no head, no one is complete!

Meng Qi frowned, the qiao point opened, and the whole body was full of light, as if a round of red sun, thrown into the distance.

The long sword interprets the sun, the light spreads like water, scorching, high temperature, and sacred. Splendid, everything is better than all darkness!

The bodies that were engulfed in sunlight quickly gasified. The vicinity is empty, and only the streamer of red sun pierces the sky and runs to the place surrounded by black gas.

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The eight words, "Love, Kindness and Kindness, Don't Enter This Door" contain a deep sense of Zen, with a glazed luster, imprinted on the stone wall, giving people a sense of purity like bodhi and firmness like diamonds.

"Do you know who wrote these eight words?" Wang Siyuan wasn't at all nervous, worried, and embarrassed in the Shaolin dense land. Instead, he seemed to be returning to his own home, leisurely. Ask the person next to you.

Next to him was a guy in a black cloak, his voice was not mature. It was extremely low, and the monk who seemed afraid of staying at the fork found:

"I don't know."

Except Wang Siyuan and the guy in the black cape. There were two others, one with pale gray hair, dense wrinkles, a horse face with a high nose, and a breath with the dust accumulated over time.

His eyes were closed and he didn't say a word, even if Wang Siyuan faced him, he didn't seem to be so free-handed, and everything was under his control.

The other one was black and straight, with a straight back and wide robes and large sleeves. He was in medieval dress. His eyebrows and Wang Siyuan were similar, but with sharp edges and masculine maturity.

After hearing the answer, Wang Siyuan chuckled: "This place is the secret passage of Shaolin Houshan. These eight words also contain the meaning of compassion for the bodhisattva. After thousands of years of immortality, it is naturally written by the master of Shaolin Dharma."

"Dharma ..." The man in the black cape was slightly surprised, and did not seem to be a legendary figure who had been sitting for many years.

He has a thick voice, a pronounced male voice.

Deep in his right hand, Wang Siyuan touched these eight words gently: "Dharma has obtained the Gaya leaf body, and the hopeful Buddha, although he has failed in his lifetime, has already attained the status of a bodhisattva when he was alive. One of the strongest of the latter, the warning he left, even if eroded by the years, is still firmly entrenched after more than a thousand years, and the door is sealed. There is no special method, even if the height of the French can not be opened. "

On the eight words, the glazed light turns, and the Zen meaning is eternal, as if confirming what Wang Siyuan said.

If Meng Qi is here, he will be extra surprised, because the eight words he has seen are ordinary, there is no trace of power, it seems to have been washed away by time!

The man in the cape inevitably raised his curiosity: "What's behind the door?"

Wang Siyuan laughed without saying a word, turned to look at the mountain wall next to him, and read the above proverbs:

"If you do n’t fall into the dust, do not experience hardships, do n’t break the commandments, how do you know the true meaning of the rules, how to break through the illusory world, see your own Buddhahood, and prove that there is a vacuum?"

"Ananda deserves to be one of the two enshrined Buddhas, sitting on another path, deep in Buddhahood ..." he sighed, "But this road is extremely difficult and a little confused, it will be rampant, uncontrollable and permanent Sinking, reincarnation, but not detached. "

He seemed to mean something, but the man in the cape was unheard of, and instead looked at the pattern next to the Proverb, which was a monk waving a ring knife, with different actions, writing and annotating his heart in small print. Law and tricks are difficult, and at the end is a line of messages:

"Old man and Ananda have different paths. They fail to fully understand the true meaning of the broken ring knife method, but they have only passed on it once and no longer exist. Therefore, I feel deeply ashamed, leaving here a secret book. If Shaolin is not here, there is someone who is here. Sincerely, return to the beginning. Dharma. "

"Ananda break the sword ..." The cape man's eyes seemed hot, "is he practicing this sword?"

"You are different from him. If you practice this sword technique, you will sink instantly and not be clean." Wang Siyuan coughed twice. "When Dharma was alive, this place was not a secret, but after his nirvana, the entire Shaolin seemed to have forgotten it. "

The cape man looked back: "what exactly do you want to do? What can I do for you?"

At this time, the old man with his eyes closed always stepped forward, squatting down without any image, stroking the small hole, sensing the invisible but seemingly burning flame inside.

"The power of the demon saint is immortal ..." He said with emotion, his eyes opened sharply.

These are tingling eyes. Only white eyes, no pupils!

The man in the black cape stepped back and seemed scared.

The old man grinned, "I can see the past. I can look to the future, so I can't see the present."

There was mystery in the words. But the man in the cape could not come out, and could only look at Wang Siyuan.

Wang Siyuan fisted his lips against his lips and eased his breath: "You don't need to worry about other things, run the exercises first and try to push the door."

"I?" The man in the cape was startled, and then quietly, whispered, "I hope you can keep your promise after this."

He jerked open his cloak. Showing his own face, ordinary features, but deep temperament, while remaining a little tiger head and tiger brain, it is like the "Duan Rui" Meng Qi was trying to find!

A schizophrenic man who can't practice the law and is always a devil!

Suddenly, his eyes became dark, his expression was distorted, and his breath changed instantly. Strange dark air lingered in the palms of both hands.

Both palms fell on the stone door, and the dark gas penetrated silently.

At this time, the tortoise shell shined brightly. The black and white dots are constantly rotating, interpreting many hexagrams, and then thrown into the dark energy!

The words "Love, Kindness and Kindness, Do Not Enter This Door" have not changed at all, and there is still a glaze, but the door is slowly opening!

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The red sun swept through the sky, and the flight was extremely fast. Meng Qi got rid of many dead bodies on the black plain and approached the lingering black gas.

Dark air shrouded the faintly visible Buddhist temples. There are merit pools, seven treasures such as gold and silver glazed agate. There are sacred bodhi trees, and there are mountain peaks in the core. But they are all in a state of destruction or withering, without exception. Only the gurgling water is still moaning, slightly blood brown.

At this point, Meng Qi only felt that the heaven and earth doctrine was a little different from the surroundings, just like the atmosphere at the core of Jiuyou encountered in Wuyou Valley.

Here, the heaven and earth vitality is in a state of semi-death, with colorful colored glass at the bottom and black color on the top, while the law is difficult and constantly changing. ** Xuan Gong and Daini Real Fire are sometimes suppressed, and sometimes blessed. The same is true of Lei Guang and golden merit, others are completely weakened.

Last time, he could become a ghost and adapt to legal principles, but this time Meng Qi didn't know what to change to ignore the impact. After all, he hasn't even completed the nine changes yet.

Pale gold rose, resisting the black gas, and Meng Qi stepped carefully into this ruined Buddhist temple forest.

Suddenly, a half-corroded crystal under the withered Bodhi reflected a figure. She was white in snow, pure and ethereal, and exquisite in appearance, smiling and smiling.

"Gu Xiaosang ..." Meng Qi was startled, guarding all around, but it was empty and there were no enemies nearby.

At this moment, a hoarse voice came from his ear: "Do you really want to defeat her, grab her, hit her, and let her understand the consequences of using you and playing with you?"

"Who?" Meng Qi was even more surprised. For Gu Xiaosang, in addition to being wary and hostile, if he said that he had never had a similar dark thought, it must be false, but this was only occasionally thought and would not be put into action.

At this time, the human heart broke through the darkness, Meng Qi was unavoidably shocked and became more vigilant.

In the surrounding, Meng Qi still could not find the figure.

A Bodhi leaf fell and attracted Meng Qi's attention. The lines on it seemed to be Jiang Yanwei's face!

At that moment, the husky voice sounded again: "Don't you hate her so much, why do you see me and me instead of me, and what loves your life only for the seven-foot sword?"

"No!" Meng Qi blurted out.

The human heart is haunted and often has dark thoughts, but like the thin snow under the sun, it is fleeting, but now he is peeped out by such darkness and secrets. He is naturally uneasy for a moment, and even has a kind of inability to face Jiang Yanwei a feeling of!

Bodhi leaves fell into deep grass, and a half-remnant golden lotus bloomed slowly. It seemed that Ruan Yushu, Qi Zhengyan and Zhao Heng appeared in it.

"Do you think they are holding back and want to kick them away?" Husky said again.

Meng Qi took a deep breath and said loudly, "No! Who are you?"

"Turn around and you know who I am." A husky voice came from all directions.

Meng Qi turned sharply, only to see the flowing stream, and the stream reflected his face.

It was a twisted face, like crazy, with dark eyes.

Meng Qi's thriller was abnormal, and a stormy sea set off in his heart!

I?

how is this possible!

When was I invaded by demons?

"I'm you, you're me, what I say is true!" Husky laughed loudly, and Meng Qi saw his mouth closed, "Do you still think you are a good person?"

The voice of "he" becomes low, as in the verse:

"The heart is dark, and the nature is evil. When you enter this door and look at yourself, the feelings are gone and the goodness is not there!" (To be continued) 2k novel reading network