The statue of the god standing in front of the giant bronze cauldron has a red face, a fire snake wrapped around his arm, and a fire turtle on his feet. What he held in his hand was a puppet painted with gold paint and with red eyebrows.
Of course, he represents the will of Duke Xuan Nan. While putting the puppet into the bronze cauldron, he said, "This person is so persistent that he may not be able to be tamed. If he becomes a demon, it may cause disaster in the future."
At this time, Xuan Nan Gong didn't have the same temper as when he was talking to Hu Taisui. Although the voice is soft, there is a lot of majesty in it.
Night Bodhisattva casually said: "How old is he now? How many years has he lived in this world? How many relatives and friends do he have there? When he spreads his branches and reproduces here, his understanding of himself will change over time. .”
"Emotions don't exist innately. They arise during interactions." "We must believe in the power of time."
"You can even believe in the power of Black Lotus Temple."
The red-faced statue was about to say something more, but after hearing the last sentence, he shut up.
Indeed, time is enough to smooth out everything, but the emotions of living beings are not enough to be consumed. And if Black Lotus Temple wants to completely control Xiong Sansi, there are many ways. Some of these methods cannot even be transcended by will.
Just like if Tiger Tai Sui simply wanted to destroy Xiong Sansi's will, Xiong Sansi would not be any better than Ling Xihua now. It is precisely to preserve Xiong Sansi's hatred and to preserve Xiong Sansi's vigorous vitality and enterprising spirit that Xiong Sansi has the opportunity to hate, get angry, persevere or despair.
The body and soul are at the mercy of others, and it is difficult to control love and hate.
There are all ants below the peak, it is so real and desperate.
He turned back slowly, raised his eyes to glance at the sky, then returned his gaze to the bronze cauldron, and muttered: "Quin Yingyang is really getting better and better."
Meng Xingkong doesn't care what dog responds to Yang. Cicada Fayuan and Tiger Taisui are both eliminated, and Zhiwen Zhong is already in the bag. He kicked Hu Taisui off the Tianxi Conferred God Platform, and was waiting for this moment. He planned Xiong Sansi in advance just for this moment.
His conversation with Xuan Nan Gong could not be heard by Xiong Sansi, but his comfort and care soothed Xiong Sansi's heart over and over again.
The Buddha's teachings are divided into eight divisions: Heavenly Dragons and Eight Divisions.
Although Buddhism in the Demon Realm is its own entity, it has also inherited many things. In ancient Nanshan, snakes replaced dragons, and they were still called the Eight Tribes of Heaven and Dragon.
Black Lotus Temple established its own Eight Divisions of Ghosts and Gods to compete with Gunan Mountain. This matter has been going on for a long time. But as King of Light Tathagata said back then - "With eight parts and seven ghosts, it is difficult to spread the Dharma."
The unstable foundation of the Eight Parts of Ghosts and Gods in Black Lotus Temple is a fatal hidden danger. It also makes it difficult for them to truly challenge the orthodox status of Gunan Mountain.
Today, Tiger Tai Sui is working hard to pursue the road to transcendence and create a brand new race with unlimited potential.
The layout of Ji Xingkong was appropriated for his own use, and the spirit clan was used to achieve the success of Marokana. It can be said that it made up for the shortcomings and enriched the potential of the eight ghosts and gods.
For the Taikoo Imperial City, placing the Spiritual Race among the Eight Tribes of Ghosts and Gods, under the control of the Black Lotus Temple, can be regarded as imprisoning the beast in a cage to protect them from future troubles.
If this happens, the hidden dangers of the Spirit Clan will be controlled, the foundation of Black Lotus Temple will be replenished, and Xiong Sansi will be freed from pain. It can be said that everyone is happy - except Tiger Tai Sui.
In other words, if he is willing, he can also come to Marokana to participate in the grand event and create a prosperous era of Black Lotus. Black Lotus Temple is a place outside the world, and it also opens the door to convenience.
Of course, Ji Xingkong would not take the initiative to say this, lest Tiger Tai Sui come to fight for his life. Just wait for Tiger Tai Sui to realize it on his own.
"There is no end to the sea of suffering and there are lotuses on the other side." Night Bodhisattva recited the last Buddhist verse. His voice of compassion seemed to soothe the sadness of the entire world. It stands to reason that the bear should be made to think twice and feel the warmth, and should be given guidance for him.
But Xiong Sansi, huddled in the sea of clouds, showed no reaction. He was still struggling there in miserable condition, continuing his endless cycle of pain.
It was impossible for Xiong Sansi not to hear these words. The Bodhisattva's words came to him that night, and he had no right not to be unable to hear them.
Silence then is a rejection.
Ji Xing had imagined many possibilities, but he had never thought of this one.
This is not to say that this possibility does not exist. Marakana is of great symbolic significance.
With the power of Buddhism, the Eight Tribes of Ghosts and Gods need an independent soul, a viable ethnic group, not a simple puppet. So he did not restrict Xiong Sansi's freedom of choice.
To be honest, there is only one letter insect here, the power he conveys is very little, and he can't do much. Otherwise, he would have rushed out and joined forces with Xuan Nan Gong to overthrow Hu Tai Sui.
Just...how could it be? How could Xiong Sansi refuse?
How miserable and desperate he was!
He has tried everything and everything has failed! His fate was sealed the moment he was noticed by Hu Taisui. From Qianjie Cave to Ziwu Hills, and then to the world of Shenxiao.
He can't do anything, doesn't he understand?
By continuing the tacit understanding they reached earlier, joining the Black Lotus Temple and becoming the founder of Marokana, he will be able to escape the sea of suffering and have everything he wants.
What reason did he have for refusing?
The word "Jiang Wang" flashed through his mind. This mortal man who killed Shu Jialan was also a native of Xiong Sansi's unilateral recognition as a comrade-in-arms.
Ye Bodhisattva solemnly said: "Monsters can't lie. The young genius you want to help escape is dead. Quan Yingyang cut off his head and is returning. Do you want to kill Quan Yingyang to repay this? hatred?"
His voice exuded a power related to "trust" that made Xiong think twice about the authenticity of this passage.
This passage can certainly be true.
Jiang Wang will definitely die, his head will be cut off, and Quan Yingyang will definitely take it out to make Xiong think twice about revenge.
For Marokana and Black Lotus Temple, anyone can sacrifice.
Of course there is no problem with Quan Yingyang.
But as soon as Ye Bodhisattva said these words, Xiong Sansi's painful Li Yue's body suddenly froze, and then his eyeballs began to collapse. The newly formed spiritual body emitted a strange fragrance, and the whole body exploded into a pile of flesh worms!
The clean white flesh worms, which fell into the sea of gods, had a special attraction. They were wrapped up by the swarming divine power and devoured bit by bit.
Xiong Sansi did not give any answers to all the questions raised by Hu Xingkong. He endured in silence, suffered in silence, and gave up in silence.
But the last words he said in his life were heard clearly by all the monsters present and remembered clearly.
"I am human!"
The red-faced statue next to the bronze tripod was silent. Night Bodhisattva, who appeared after the letter-borrowing insect, was also silent.
But the silence only lasted for about two breaths. After two breaths, the invisible Night Bodhisattva stepped forward and landed on the mountain path, landing in front of Ling Xihua, who was holding a sword with one arm.
His eyes emerged from the dark night, staring at Ling Xihua's pale face and evasive eyes.
With a kind of trustworthy certainty and compassion, he said: "Actually, I have been optimistic about you from a long time ago. Are you willing to join the Black Lotus Temple and become Marakana? You will control one of the eight divisions of ghosts and gods, and you will achieve fruition one day. Be equal to me!"
Compared with Xiong Sansi, Ling Xihua is indeed far behind.
It was so bad that even Hu Taisui didn't bother to take a second look after using it.
But compared to the real Spirit Clan, Ling Xihua was only one step short of the final step, similar to the step Xiong Sansi took in the Cave of the Flesh and Gods.
At the level of a heavenly demon, one will not regret things that cannot be changed.
Isn’t it the divine infant?
Black Lotus Temple can have it!
Specifically, how to become a true Eldar is just a matter of trying a few times.
With the example of Xiong Sansi and the protection of Black Lotus Temple, this last step will not become an insurmountable problem.
Ling Xihua didn't expect that it would be him who came out of another village! It's like he didn't expect that a great Bodhisattva like Ji Xingkong could say so naturally, "I have been optimistic about you."
His evasive eyes instantly became firm. He threw away the sword in his hand, raised one palm to his heart, and knelt down in front of Ye Bodhisattva with utmost sincerity: "Before Xihua was born, my mother had the Buddha's light in her dreams! She has been reading Buddhist scriptures since she was a child. I have admired Black Lotus Temple in my heart for a long time, but I was restricted by the three
It is difficult for you to have a bad relationship with Buddha! Thank you Bodhisattva for giving me the opportunity to turn back from my suffering. From now on, I am Marakana. I should uphold the precepts and keep my mind, and glorify my Buddha... Please ask the great Bodhisattva to ordain me! "
In this situation, who could not say that we are destined?
Ye Bodhisattva reached out his hand from the shadow, and with a gentle flick of his black Buddha palm, he brushed away Ling Xihua's long hair, leaving a black lotus pattern on the smooth scalp. The power of ghosts and gods
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In the process, he seemed to have captured something on the mountain road where Jiang Wang spilled blood and Spider Lanruo died in battle. However, due to the fact that the power provided by a single faith insect is too little, it is extremely difficult to study it in detail.
But Ling Xihua, who was about to become the first Mara Jana in the world, could not help but look at the sea of gods. From the Spirit Clan to Marokana, he was picking up the leftovers of Xiong Sansi. He had really complicated feelings about this person.
"What?" asked Xingkong.
Ling Xihua said: "I always feel that he should have a spectacular death."
Yes, why did a heroic figure like Rao Bingzhang sink into the sea of gods in such pain and silence? Everything in the body that is unified through the divine infant is transformed into divine power.
The demon clan will definitely not commemorate him. The human race will never know him.
"It's impressive enough to be able to make Marokana from the Eight Divisions of Ghosts and Gods feel so emotional." Night Bodhisattva responded casually, his eyes wandering on the cliff beside the mountain road, and finally stopped and saw a flower-shaped stone mark.
At a level that is beyond the reach of the field of vision, there is a faint glimmer of light that is slowly gathering towards it. Night Bodhisattva's eyes, appearing in the shadows, had a hint of seriousness.
However, the changes in the world of Shenxiao are more than that, not even in the dark corridor where Jiang Wang and Quan Yingyang are fighting.
At this moment, the entire sacred mountain was dark. But there was light again.
The red-faced statue controlled by Xuan Nan Gong suddenly jumped into the giant bronze cauldron... The cauldron suddenly burst into flames!
The divine fire surged out from the cauldron like a torrent and spread all over the altar, baring its teeth and claws. And the statues of gods and gods standing in various places around the altar, which had already been formed in formation, were all stationary, chanting in Taoist language in low voices, the "Da Yao Qian Dharma God's Photo Book".
This book is an eternal classic, and it is the book of ultimate truth that laid the foundation for the demon clan’s divine way. At this time, it was recited from the mouths of the gods, and the entire world of the gods responded.
In the flames that were constantly boiling in the cauldron, the puppet painted with gold paint and red eyebrows looked like cooked food. It even overflowed the giant bronze cauldron, and then continued to rise and rise, High in the sky!
There is a flickering light spot at the heart of this puppet, which seems to be its heart and affects the minds of all those who look at it. That was the spark that had been buried in the giant bronze cauldron for a long time. Lu Qilang coveted it but failed to find a chance to contact him. Jiang Wang ignited it with the true fire of Samadhi.
Now it rests obediently on the body of the golden paint puppet, as if it has been like this forever and ever.
At this moment, looking at the entire Heavenly Demon Altar, no matter where the statue is, a line of divine fire flies out from the center of the eyebrow, dancing in the sky, connected to the puppet.
I don't know if it is supporting it or locking it.
But the gold liquid condensed by infinite divine power flows on the body of this golden lacquer puppet, melting its coat and carving its texture.
This puppet gradually gained a sense of reality and actually exuded an ancient majesty.
Just like a king sitting on the throne, he is bowed down by all the gods and the whole world kneels down.
This is the body of the God King!
Such a scene of all gods reciting books and all gods bathing in fire is truly magnificent.
Duke Xuan Nan used the gods as his salary and the will of the heavenly demon to ignite the fire, and rekindled the altar of the heavenly demon! During this Shenxiao game, the long-abandoned Heavenly Demon Altar was lit three times in total.
The first attempt was to illuminate the sea of chaos, open a short passage, and call upon the old path of the World Honored One or Grand Ancestor Yu Zhen. The second attempt was to build a large human city, take root in the rules of the world, and respond to the Civilized Basin. This third time, under the control of Duke Xuan Nan, he focused on the world of Shenxiao and refining the body of the God King!
After Jiang Wang laid bones to build the city and Tiger Tai Sui ruthlessly seized the stage,
In order to avoid long nights and many dreams, the power of the Conferred God Platform, represented by Xuan Nan Gong, decided not to wait any longer, and decided to shape the body of a god king in advance and call for the spiritual return of Great Ancestor Yu Zhen!
Ye Bodhisattva's eyes saw that the carvings on the giant bronze cauldron were gradually melted into four new Tao characters under the erosion of the divine golden liquid -
"You take my life for me!"
This time, even Ji Xingkong was startled, because these four words were written by Demon Emperor Yuanxi, and every stroke bore the power of Emperor Yuanxi. Dao Wen is the word that explains the Tao. Anyone who can describe the Tao has his or her fundamental imprint. It can be said that the word is his or her body. Ji Xingkong will never admit his mistakes.
So what is this?
No matter what the great Bodhisattva of Black Lotus Temple thinks. At this moment, the golden paint puppet, which was already close to the body of the God King, suddenly opened its golden eyes and looked up to the sky.
It was clearly just a puppet, and its hands and feet were clearly carved and did not move. At this moment, he just opened his eyes and raised his head, but he had the great courage to look at the heavens with his hands behind his back!
The sky was already dark, and now the wind and clouds were changing, thunder and rain were coming, and the light was changing, flashing back scenes of gorgeous paintings. That is the endless flow of time in this world!
The endless power of the Sea of Ten Thousand Gods is supporting this incredible change.
A majestic figure with a plump crown stepped out of the golden lacquer puppet. One step out of the altar, one step up to the sky, one step into the unpredictable time.
He just sat down cross-legged in the sky above the surging river of time. And in front of him, after countless years passed and looked back in a daze, a figure dressed in white and wearing a white jade crown condensed at a speed that could not be defined as "fast" or "slow", flickering and appearing. Also sat down.
The long river of time flows forever, and at the junction of eternity and fleetingness, two great figures sit opposite each other. It is impossible to see their faces through time and space, but I can be aware that they are looking at each other.
This is a confrontation that should be engraved in history books. It is a great moment that is worth remembering when looking at the entire era.
After the wreckage of the Flying Light Treasure Ship completely collapsed here, time and space were reshaped. At this time, the world of Shenxiao already has its own independent time and space order.
And who has the power to turn the tide and set off the tide of time?
This is a dialogue between "greats" that should have happened, but did not happen.
This is a dialogue between the "dead". After both parties have died long ago, they return to a certain time and space to sit and talk to each other like this.
These are the two most legendary opponents in the history of the demon clan since the New Territories. Both enemies and friends, and proud of both.
Emperor Yuanxi, Great Ancestor Yuzhen!
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