Year thirty-two.
Chen Yi once again witnessed the fall of a god with his own eyes.
In a small tavern, Chen Yi and Liuzhu were two people. The light was raining outside the window, and pieces of the original divine light were falling. The people in the city rushed to the streets one after another, looking up at the clouds.
At the end of the sea of clouds, a tall figure was walking towards the crowd step by step, and then passed through the crowd. He was dressed in white and looked like snow, with a majestic appearance, and he was moving forward firmly.
A god, a god belonging to the human race.
Even if it is about to decline, it is still heroic and unparalleled.
"What does he want to do?"
Liuzhu asked.
"salvation."
Chen Yi shook the tea cup, opened his spiritual eyes, and looked in the direction of the gods' movements. There, there were a large number of demons and monsters gathered all over the mountains and plains, greedy and bloodthirsty.
This city is inhabited by people who have received divine grace from generation to generation. The divine light shrouds the city, and all evil spirits cannot invade. They are waiting for the old god to die completely.
The gods' relatives were all filled with grief, and one person even chased the gods directly, shouting: "Don't go, I am willing to sacrifice ten years of life to extend your life!"
The same goes for the rest:
"I will also volunteer for ten years!"
"And me, I'll give you fifteen years!"
"I am old, but I am willing to dedicate five years!"
The voices came and went, resounding through the sky, but the god turned a deaf ear. He calmly left the city and faced the black evil army, and wisps of evil energy rose into the sky.
Gods can also be possessed by demons. Today, they are possessed by demons, both for killing and for protecting!
"kill!"
He grabbed it with his big hand, and the clouds pressed down, and countless evil spirits and ghosts were drained of their essence in an instant, and the essence of life was empowered. He did not swallow it, but generously gave it to the people.
He fought bloody battles all the way, the ground was red for thousands of miles, and the hills and mountains on all sides turned into bloody tombs. All evil spirits and monsters were crushed to pieces at this moment when all living beings were equal.
Countless resentments and evil spirits lingered around his altar, and he would also be in a trance.
Am I a god or a devil?
"It's meaningless, your divine blood will dye the plateau red!"
The Ghost King, who was able to kill the mortal in half a step, took action.
The god did not respond or retreat. Endless divine light shot out from his brows and eyes. As the demonic energy intertwined, he killed these ghost kings, and the city became peaceful.
"My name is Lu Chen, the god of clouds and rain."
The vast divine sound is as powerful as a bell.
"I want this city to be peaceful for another five hundred years!"
He roared, and the clouds turned into swords.
The roar shook the nine heavens and ten earths, and the vast void. With a bit of sadness and heroism, he moved forward bravely, swung the heavenly sword in his hand, and killed the four ghost kings alone.
In the tavern, Chen Yi Liuzhu all sighed with regret, feeling heavy.
They knew it was coming to an end.
The body of this god is like a candle in front of the wind or a lamp in the rain. It accepts the gift of life from the people. Maybe it can live for a while longer. If you work so hard, you will definitely die.
finally.
After more than a hundred battles, at the top of a barren tomb, the god was smiling, and his body was constantly crumbling, but it was still as brilliant, free and extraordinary as it was at the beginning.
"Blessings are endless."
The last bit of divine power was used by him to bless the world. He laughed and walked alone in the starry sky, with divine blood like rain. He walked faster and faster until he disappeared completely.
A brilliant stream of light passed by.
Kagura is obscure, white clouds are blooming, and white flowers are flying all over the sky, wrapping his remaining body, slowly fading into nothingness, gradually disappearing, he has reached the end.
"God is dead, massacre the city!"
The evil spirits who managed to survive no longer had any scruples, and they bared their teeth and claws to attack the city and kill people.
"snort."
Chen Yi snorted coldly, with sharp eyes, crushed the tea cup, and the fragments turned into sword rain that traveled thousands of miles to the left and right, sweeping outside the city, and all the ghosts and ghosts within the range were scattered.
"roll!"
He never claimed to be a savior, nor did he believe in a savior.
But he is a human being.
A god who died of old age.
At the last moment when the candle of his life burned out, he was still able to resolutely go into the darkness and fight for a hundred years of peace for the human race. As a human being, why can't he do it?
Think about this.
The Buddha's light flourished all over the six beads, and the overwhelming Buddhist charm covered the whole city, cleansing away the negative odors. The majestic Buddha power washed away every corner of the city, and the people who bathed were all born with Buddha roots.
"Amitabha."
Chen Yi clasped his hands together, his divine eyes were shining with golden light. He looked around and said loudly: "By the name of Chen Yi, I swear here that I will save all sentient beings before I can achieve Bodhi!"
Thunder breaks out on the ground, the six realms shake, the law whispers, and the great avenues of heaven and earth all hear it.
In ancient times, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva made a great wish for all sentient beings. He vowed not to become a Buddha until the hells were empty. Now I follow his example. If I cannot make the seas and rivers clear in this world, I am willing to destroy all my paths.
In an instant.
The Buddha's seed is great!
…
Forty-ninth year.
Chen Yi and Liuzhu met an extremely ancient god. From his mouth, they learned a secret that was so important that it could even affect the rise and fall of Buddhism.
legend.
One day, there will be a river that spans time and space, boundless. What it flows is not an ordinary river, but a golden era and the faith of hundreds of millions of creatures.
If anyone can reach the other shore, he can become a Buddha and live forever.
However, throughout the ages, no one has ever seen the other shore. It is as powerful as the lineage of acquired gods. Even if you only try it briefly, you will lose everything in an instant and sink for the rest of your life.
Chen Yi felt horrified when he heard this.
Sixty-three years.
The spirit of demons and ghosts in the south is raging, evil spirits are pressing down on the land, and all living beings are devastated. Chen Yi and six beads sit in a city, one person is responsible for the attack, and the other is responsible for the defense, killing millions of corpses on the plain.
The setting sun is like blood, and all ghosts dare not attack.
When Chen Yi reached the peak of Nascent Soul, Liuzhu suggested that it would be better to build a Buddhist temple and engrave the Buddhist teachings in the temple to pass it on to future generations and educate the common people, which would be considered a meritorious deed.
Chen Yi thought for a moment and agreed happily.
then.
With the idea of commemorating the predecessor of Liuzhu, Wu Lao Temple was built, clothes were laid out in the main hall, a monument was erected, and the lower half of the Taishang Miaofa Sutra and various scriptures were engraved on it.
And left a line: "Those who display my clothes and study the scriptures on the stele can be my registered disciples. If Buddhism and Taoism flourish in their year, they can enter my Taoist temple and sit down to listen to the sermon..."
Year eighty-one.
Chen Yi, who had saved a whole city of people, was blocked by a haggard monk in yellow clothes. The monk claimed to be here on the orders of the Bodhisattva and offered to argue with him about Buddhism.
Liuzhu was about to step forward, but Chen Yi stopped him.
"I come."
His face was expressionless and he looked at the monk quietly:
"How to argue?"
The monk put his hands together and saluted:
"The donor only needs to answer a few questions from the poor monk."
"Excuse me."
He wanted to see what kind of medicine this monk and that Bodhisattva were selling in their gourds!
"Ask me, do you have any regrets after killing millions of people?!"
As soon as the question came out, the world suddenly changed, the wind roared, and countless ghosts and ghosts appeared around Chen Yi, wailing and wailing incessantly, confusing his mind.
"Buddhist Questioning Heart Bridge, stick to your heart!"
See it.
Liuzhuhua's face changed slightly and she quickly reminded her.
Strictly speaking, this is not a magical power. It is a trial technique used by Buddhism to test disciples. Crossing the bridge will improve your strength, and being confused will turn your whole realm into nothing.
What is tested is the Taoist heart.
"Ask your heart?"
"My Taoist heart is as solid as a rock, what should I be afraid of?"
Chen Yi's expression remained calm as he took a step forward. In the next second, all the monsters and ghosts were wiped out by his sword. He stared at the monk in yellow and said calmly:
"No regrets."
"Second question."
"Have you ever regretted not respecting gods and Buddhas, disrespecting heaven and earth?"
A sacred Buddhist charm filled the air between Chen Yi's brows, and he spoke calmly: "When my mind is pure, when do I not see the Tathagata? Where is my mind pure but not in the Western Heaven?"
"My thoughts are the Buddhas, my thoughts are the heaven and the earth, why do I regret it!"
Taking the second step, the monk took a few steps back, his breathing gradually becoming heavier.
"Third question, have you ever regretted yourself after suffering through the world of mortals?!"
Chen Yi finally frowned and looked at his heart for the first time:
"regret…"
He suddenly laughed without warning, full of sarcasm and disdain:
"No regrets!"
What I regret is this world!
The way of heaven has sent down the world of mortals as a prison to trap all living beings. Only I can break through the sky and see the true path. I have done whatever I want in my life. Why do I have any regrets?
"puff!"
The monk spurted out a mouthful of essence and blood, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his breath was like a gossamer, but he still forced himself to stand still, made mudra with his hands, and shouted loudly: "Then you dare to look at Guanyin!"
I saw a white rainbow flying across the sky, Buddha nature flowing in, and a bright Bodhisattva appearing behind the monk. He raised the sky with one hand and made a suppressive gesture towards Chen Yi with the other hand.
"The three realms are all suffering, and all sentient beings seek salvation, so why don't I dare to... look at Guanyin!"
Chen Yi suddenly raised her head, a circle of faint golden light lingering in her eyes. Liuzhu spread her right palm, and the shadow of the golden lotus bloomed. Then, she uttered witty words and followed the rules:
"Everyone is very happy."
Both methods collapse together.
The monk died of anger.
Chen Yi broke two bones and advanced to the world of killing mortals.
Spring passes and autumn comes.
As time went by, as Chen Yi and Liuzhu traveled to more and more places, countless lives were saved from suffering because of them, and their reputations became more and more famous.
Some people call them reincarnations of Bodhisattvas, and some people call them living Buddhas.
this day.
Chen Yi received a paper crane letter, written by A Qing, and a feeling called nostalgia quickly spread in his heart. Chen Yi decided to end his travels early and go home.
…
Return to a familiar village.
Along the way.
Chen Yi imagined many scenarios of meeting his sister again after a long separation.
For example, Ah Qing would fall in love with a man he didn't know, and the two would greet him arm in arm.
For example, Ah Qing has experienced the pain of lovesickness. When they meet, she can't control herself. She hugs him tightly and pours out her heart to him.
Another example is that time has allowed them to go from being close and like glue to a relationship between gentlemen as light as water.
But the only thing I didn't expect was this way:
It rained heavily that day.
He opened the door, but Ah Qing did not come out to greet him. A bronze bow hung on the beam. There were two bowls of white porridge and two stacks of beef with soy sauce on the table, just like the day he left.
It was windy and rainy outside the window, but the doors and windows were unlocked and creaking. The light rain was blown into the wooden house by the breeze. There was a pot of lily of the valley placed by the window sill, letting the rain beat.
The woman in the green skirt was lying on the bed, with gray hair on her temples.
She had her hair tied up and looked very good-looking, which meant that the girl was married. She did not eat the marrow-cleansing pill that Chen Yi gave her, but put it in a small box and held it tightly in her arms.
She lay on a soft pillow and fell into a deep sleep. She seemed to be having a sweet dream, and she was smiling.
The young master who was born less than a hundred years ago but was able to conquer almost one-third of the world, carefully drank the porridge on the table and called out with a smile in a very soft voice:
"Sister, I'm back."
She fell asleep and did not wake up.
He couldn't wake her up either.
…
At the end of that big dream.
She knew that she had not woken up, or that she had died.
But I saw my little brother, who even ghosts and gods had to sell him for being a bit thin, and murderous, leaning against the edge of the bed alone, his lips moving slightly and unable to speak, he was very sad.
He erected a monument for her. In addition to her life, the epitaph also added a selfish message: "When will I look north and never return home? I feel lonely when building roads..."
For the monks, the beautiful flowers, the full moon, the beautiful flowers and beautiful flowers are just a luxury wish.
The journey of cultivation is desolate. Beiliang is desolate. The word "Beiliang" expresses the loneliness of a monk's life, just like the wind and snow. A monk's life is really as lonely as snow...
