"Why don't you open the door!?"
On the solemn and ancient altar, a huge ball of light surging with chaos hung.
Occasionally the chaos separates, and birds and beasts, rivers and clouds can be seen.
Occasionally, chaos gathers, and there are blue thunder, purple lightning, red fire and ashes.
Under the huge ball of light surging in chaos, an angry voice roared.
The suppressed pain was like a mountain of flames about to erupt.
The person who growled was a monk with clear features.
The face that would have brought many radiance to people is now buried in pain.
There were wounds cut by the wind knife on the face, especially the left eyebrow, which had a gap in the left third.
He came too fast, and when he crashed through the space, he was injured by a gust of wind.
It almost triggered a counterattack from the Ten Thousand Demons, and the Dharma Body was wiped out.
The person he questioned was wearing a bamboo hat, raincoat, and straw sandals. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground with a sheathed sword across his knees.
He is naturally one of the three human beings guarding Suiming City in this period. The true king of Qin State, Qin Changsheng, who once faced off against Shi Shanwen in the southern battlefield.
"Isn't this 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's the door to the land of the gods!"
The monk said excitedly: "My sect, Zen Master Xingnian, is in the middle and is knocking on the door!"
Qin Changsheng's reaction was still calm:
As far as I know, the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons does not lead to the Land of Divine Heaven.
Zen Master Xing Nian opened the passage himself, but he did not reach the door.
When he arrives at the door, I will take him in after confirming that it is safe. "
"I want you to open the door now!" The monk suddenly came closer. The scar on his bald head was as scarlet as blood, and it seemed like the fragrance of a letter was burning:
"I'm going to meet him!" Qin Changsheng raised his eyelids and looked at him like this.
Slowly: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
The same sentence, but this is a question.
The monk was so anxious that his eyes were already bloodshot: "Zen Master Xing Nian is the highest achiever in the present world in the "Future Star Tribulation Sutra". He is the great Bodhisattva of Mount Sumeru and the true king of Yan Dao of our human race! Qin Zhenjun, you Qin Changsheng, you Qin Kingdom …”
"Zhaowu, let me ask you! Qin Changsheng pressed the long knife in his hand, but still sat cross-legged: "If this is a situation, if the demon clan breaks through the door, who will bear the responsibility? "
"I'll bear it!" Monk Zhaowu said angrily, "If anything happens because of this, I'll pay with my head! You can't afford it!"
Qin Changsheng's voice was extremely cold: "What does it mean if your body is shattered to pieces? How can you afford to pay for the Ten Thousand Demons Sect if it costs you the entire Sumeru Mountain?"
Zhaowu said with red eyes: "Zen Master Xing Nian has made great contributions to the human race. I, Mount Xumi, sacrificed my life for the human race and looked around the world. His calculation power is not matched by many. If I can survive him, he will be of great use to our human race." !”
"Not to mention that he has not settled the results for five hundred years. If you didn't come here today, I would have thought he was still in the mountains."
Qin Changsheng said slowly: I just want to tell you the rules.
It is not a rule set by me, Qin Changsheng, but a rule set by our human race for the Sect of Ten Thousand Demons since ancient times.
It is not specific to you, but you must be within its discipline.
"Everyone who enters or exits the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons needs to be notified in advance and verified internally and externally. If you didn't bother me today, I would have thought he was still in the mountain."
Qin Changsheng said slowly: I just want to tell you the rules.
It is not a rule set by me, Qin Changsheng, but a rule set by our human race for the Sect of Ten Thousand Demons since ancient times.
It is not specific to you, but you must be within its discipline.
Everyone who enters or exits the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons needs to be notified in advance and verified internally and externally.
I don't know why Chu State let you come here rashly.
But I have reason to think that they do not respect the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons and the overall situation of the conflict between the two clans.
The person in charge of the deputy sect of the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons in Chu State has greatly failed in his duties! I should write to Chu Ting and ask for an explanation.
Qin Changsheng's eyes became more and more sharp, just like the long knife on his knee, which could no longer be restrained by the scabbard: the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons is the only door to the demon world in this world, and will never be easily opened to the outside world.
It is said that Zen Master Xing Nian has not reached the door yet. Even if he reaches the door, he must wait for a full period of time and eliminate all risks before he is allowed to enter!
With his eyes, he looked at Teruwu: Who gave you the courage to open your mouth and open the door to welcome you?
When the two armies are fighting, the city cannot be opened lightly.
When the two countries are at war, they cannot ignore the border.
Now that the two tribes are at war, who are you going to open the door to welcome?
Teruwu, what do you think we are doing?
Why do you think I'm sitting here?
"You don't really think that our human race is safe and sound, and the war with the demon race is just a little joke, right?"
"If that's true, how come your family's Zhiwen Bell was lost? Why did Zen Master Mingzhi die? Why is Zen Master Xingnian in danger now? Why do you need to mess around here?"
Has it been a long time since the bloody battle at Centipede Ridge?
The statue of Demon Emperor Yuanjia is still standing in the Taikoo Imperial City. Why don't you take a look at it from a distance? !
These repeated shouts and questions were like slashing with a straight knife, the sharp edge gouging out the heart, making Monk Zhaowu look disgraced.
The dignified True Lord Yan Dao, who had also had discussions with Huang Weizhen back then, actually closed his eyes in pain.
He muttered, unable to say a complete sentence.
Of course he knows what Qin Changsheng said!
Of course he knew that no one would support him in opening the door.
Why he lowered his voice and roared because he knew he couldn't ignore everything.
But he really wants to save people! ;
The one who has been hiding in the demon clan for five hundred years, the one who vowed to get back the Zhiwen Bell for Shanmen and end the tragedy of EMI, does he know that there is someone waiting for him in this world?
Do you know that there are always people who believe in him, many people believe in him?
"If you really want to go to the rescue, the road over there is always open." Qin Changsheng's voice was extremely cruel.
The door to all demons will not be opened for this.
But there is no Ten Thousand Demon Sect between the Civilization Basin and the Monster Territory—that’s how Zen Master Xing Nian went to the Monster Territory.
But Zen Master Ming Zhi is gone, and Zen Master Xing Nian will also be gone.
What's the use of him going?
Teruwu unclenched his clenched fists, glanced over there, and walked down the altar in despair.
"You might as well think about it."
Qin Changsheng's cold voice came from behind: "Does Zen Master Xingnian want you to support him? Is he willing to let the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons take care of it for him?"
Aizhaowu said nothing and continued to walk out.
For some reason, there was bleeding from the broken eyebrow.
He stretched out his finger and touched the red color on his fingertips.
It is true that the body of Yan Dao cannot be healed from an injury.
But a broken eyebrow is really not that much of an injury and can be smoothed over easily.
But he did nothing more.
The 90,000-foot Daofeng peak is so high that it cannot be seen in the world.
Qizhiben, who looked sickly and thin, sat alone in front of the chessboard.
Chess pieces ground from white stone and black stone are placed in two copper bowls.
So he used this copper bowl as a chess pot.
When the child falls, the sound of the bowl is far away.
The sound is like hitting a stone in an empty valley, giving you a quiet and wonderful Zen feeling.
This is the alms bowl left by Zen Master Ming Zhi, the great Bodhisattva of Mount Sumeru five hundred years ago.
In front of the Buddha bowl on the left, there are several books piled up.
There are also a few books stacked in front of the Buddha's bowl on the right.
Fifth from the left, fourth from the right.
The cover of the top book on the left is written in Taoist text——
The book on the right of "Buddha Speaks of Fifty-eight Chapters, Chapter 2, Shiqi" is written in Taoist script on the cover.
That year, "The Fifty-Eight Chapters of the Buddha's Word" from Tianyao Pavilion was stolen, and a total of twenty chapters were lost.
Later, the wife-in-law was found out, and Zen Master Xumishan Mingzhi, the instigator behind the scenes, was also captured and beaten to death.
Seven chapters of the scripture have been recovered, and thirteen chapters have been lost since then.
They were all used by Zen Master Xing Nian and scattered around the world.
Now 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 forced it to stop.
And of the remaining ten chapters, he had already reached chapter five.
As soon as Ding Xing Nian appeared in the Shenxiao Bureau, traces were immediately produced, and the other five chapters were nowhere to be seen.
The last ten lost chapters
Book, nine chapters collected here, one chapter was broken by the Ape Immortal Court.
If Zen Master Xing Nian still has a chance to survive, he can still penetrate time and play chess with the sutras of future star kalpas.
These nine chapters of the scripture are the only hope.
Qizhiben picked up one of the scriptures and flipped through it casually: "When you achieve Bodhi, there will be no karma and fruit in the world, suffering will be innocent, and your ordinary mind will be content."
He recounted Zen Master Xing Nien's great wish before his death, with a relaxed tone: "When you achieve Bodhi, there will be no evil in the world."
Tear!
Tear!
The nine-chapter scripture was torn cleanly into pieces, and not a single word could be put back together.
"Okay, no more."
He blew lightly, and the debris became more broken, breaking into the wind, carrying fine dust, and fell to the ground.
The game with Zen Master Xing Nian is only over now.
As for the Buddhist scriptures, what are the eternal classics?
"Your master's injuries were caused by me."
"I was responsible for your uncle's death."
"Your life will also be ended by me."
As he said this, he reached out and flicked the chessboard, and another game started.
Shi Shiran smiled and said: "Good chess!"
Just as he was thinking about the situation of the next game, the first ear on his right side moved slightly, as if he heard something.
"The Zhiwen Bell is missing?"
He chuckled: "None of my business!"
The eternal chasm has been closed, and the distance between the land of the gods and the present world is once again elusive and unknowable.
"The Fifty-Eight Chapters of the Buddha" turned into ashes.
He recounted Zen Master Xing Nian's great wish before his death and said in a relaxed tone: "When you achieve Bodhi, the gap between the eternal world and the innocent world has been bridged, and the distance between the land of the gods and the present world will once again be indistinct and unknowable."
It's all over, and it's like it never happened.
Where's the Zhiwen Ferry?
Cicada Fa Yuan in Moyun City looked livid.
The demons intercepted and killed Tianhe one after another. At the moment of Zen Master Xingnian's death, he was already ready to seize "The Fifty-Eight Chapters of the Buddha".
"Buddha Says Chapter 58" It is reasonable to be burned by the fire of karma, but there is no way that the Zhiwen Bell will be destroyed!
I heard that the bell is a tool for enlightenment, seeking the truth within. It is said that 'this is what I heard'.
The Guangwen Bell is a tool for seeking the Tao. Seek the Tao from the outside. The so-called "If you get Guangwen"
The Zhiwen Zhong is a tool for telling the Tao. It tells the Tao externally. It is called 'knowing and hearing like one'.
The Zhiwen Bell has been enshrined in Nanshan Mountain for thousands of years, and talented people have emerged in large numbers, which is the result of telling the truth.
Just like a great Bodhisattva said at the time, 'By making others know my heart, my way will be spread throughout the world'.
If you can hold this bell, you will gain something from your expansion!
Today I know that if Wen Zhong cannot be found, he will be the sinful monk of the Ancient Nan Mountain!
For this bell of knowledge and hearing, generations of people on Mount Sumeru have sacrificed their lives.
How far could he go for this bell of knowledge?
"Where's the clock?" Cicada Fayuan looked at the gathering darkness, filled with murderous intent.
I doubt whether there is a secret method of Black Lotus Temple.
"Hehehe, you guessed it right. I, Bodhisattva, have returned the Zhiwen Bell to its rightful place!"
In the darkness, Ji Xingkong's mood was obviously much more stable.
After all, you never own it, so why lose it?
"Where is it supposed to be?"
"Of course it's the orthodox Buddhism, the eternal scriptures, the boat of salvation, the Black Lotus Temple!"
At this moment, Zen Master Xing Nian is dead and the beacon has been obliterated.
When the land of Shenxiao and Moyun City were forcibly connected by Qizhiben, they bifurcated again.
Cicada Fayuan once again set his sights on Time Lost.
Since Ji Xingkong said so, Zhiwen Zhong's disappearance should have nothing to do with Black Lotus Temple.
The fire of karma burned away all the cause and effect, and it really eliminated too many traces.
Even if his cultivation is as high as his, he can't see it clearly for a while.
So, before his death, Zen Master Xing Nian pushed the Zhiwen Bell back to that secret? He couldn't take it back, so he would rather let Zhiwen Zhong be lost forever?
The secrets of Shenxiao Bureau are like the number of sands in the Ganges River.
Where should I look for it?
On the sacred mountain, the demons were silent.
Although Zen Master Xingnian is the enemy of the demon clan, this 'Guzhoudu'
Tianhe, fight against all the demons alone.
Seeing this scene, no one can sigh without sighing, and they can really overcome the difference between ourselves and the enemy.
The homesickness of searching for home after traveling hundreds of millions of miles, and the lonely courage of facing thousands of enemies can resonate with the hearts of all living beings.
The mountains are surrounded by monsters!
The villagers were not allowed to return.
Jiang Wang fell into the world in the mirror, surrounded by the silent white mist, although he held himself tightly
Five hundred years ago, Zen Master Xing Nian watched helplessly as his uncle, Zen Master Ming Zhi, was beaten to death by a strong demon clan.
He could only watch Zen Master Xing Nian being beaten to death.
Even more desperate!
Fighting all the celestial demons alone, you can still hide in the demon world for five hundred years and get into this situation.
What does Jiang Wang have? What can be done?
He Jiang Wang had a sword and magical powers, but he did not dare to jump out of the hidden mirror or board the ferry home.
Watching a group of heavenly demons intercepting and killing Tianhe, one after another, the attack continued.
Life after life, Zen Master Xing Nian was beaten until the oil was exhausted and the lamp dried up, and he was burned in the fire of karma.
Even Zen Master Xing Nian cannot do it.
Even Zen Master Xing Nian is dead.
Five hundred years of planning has come to nothing, and the ultimate peak of Yandao is just a dream.
What else can we do if a little god comes?
Jiang Wang's hand holding the sword was so tight that his finger bones turned blue.
But he remained silent and slowly let go of his hand.
He let go of the hilt not because he gave up resistance, but because he no longer tried to find courage here.
Life is a long journey.
Zen Master Xing Nian’s journey is over, but he, Jiang Wang, is still on the road.
Then keep moving forward.
Is this the end of the road?
I'm alive.
That's not it.
He slowly put his hands on the ground to support himself and was about to stand up.
There seemed to be something foreign in the palm of his hand.
He turned his head and slowly moved his hand away, then saw the small copper bell.
On it are the inscriptions of Mount Misery, the engravings of Black Lotus Temple, and mottled marks of axes, chisels, and smoke.
It is well known.
I heard that sound, uncle.
See the shore clearly.
Only the oncoming majestic wave, roaring and rolling, formed a mighty giant fist.
The giant fist was coming towards Zen Master Xing Nian's face.
Not to beat him back to this shore, but to beat him to death directly!
This is Tiger Tai Sui's fist!
Dominate this world, those who oppose me will die!
The water of the Tianhe River seems to have wetted the monk's robes of Zen Master Xing Nian. He was simply dressed and his sighs were simple.
He only sighed half-sighing before swallowing.
Three copies of "The Fifty-Eight Chapters of the Buddha's Word" have been returned to him, with all the text erased.
One of the books suddenly jumped out, whirring, and there was no wind.
You are the accident that hit me, the one who escaped, the last possibility, maybe there will be new hope.
It’s all counted!
