In the gloomy and ancient temple, the Great Tengu and Kuli were facing Mu Yu. Their eyes met, and the tension was like a tight string, indicating that a stormy duel was about to break out. However, just as they were about to take action, a chill passed through their hearts.
The invisible deterrent filled the air like frost in the dark night, making every cell in their body tense up. This is a sense of oppression, like a big mountain suddenly appearing in front of them. Even if they don't actually touch it, just feeling its presence is enough to create a deep sense of oppression.
They raised their eyes and looked into the depths of the temple, as if they saw some unspeakable horror in the dark depths. It was an extraordinary deterrent, like lightning in the dark night. Although it did not illuminate the earth, its presence was enough to make all living beings tremble.
The Great Tengu and Curry couldn't help but stop what they were doing, their eyes full of surprise and fear. They felt that there seemed to be a rule in this temple that they could not touch, like a cold sword hanging over their heads, preventing them from being arrogant in this sacred land.
They looked at each other and saw the same doubts and uneasiness in each other's eyes. They know that they need to be more careful in this mysterious temple. Therefore, although their hearts were filled with hostility and anger towards Mu Yu, they still chose to exercise restraint. They need to have a deeper understanding of the rules of this temple before they can decide what to do next.
Mu Yu was keenly aware of the subtle atmosphere. His eyes flickered, and through the dim light, he noticed that the attitudes of Curry and the Great Tengu were somewhat unusual. They stood in front of him. Although their bodies did not move, their eyes showed hesitation and hesitation.
A mocking smile appeared on Mu Yu's lips, and he began to provoke them with words. His voice echoed in the empty temple, breaking the silence. His words were like sharp arrows pointing straight into their hearts. He mocked their timidity, questioned their resolve, and even boldly challenged their authority. However, Curry and the Great Tengu did not respond to his provocation. They just stood there with wandering eyes.
Seeing their reactions, Mu Yu felt a joy of victory in his heart. He understood that they did not dare to take action against him. He took the initiative and his provocations got them into trouble. However, he did not stop, but challenged their bottom line even more unscrupulously. He knew that they dared not respond and could only endure his humiliation.
At this time, Mu Yu was like a cunning fox, watching their reactions while enjoying the fun of the game. His provocation left them struggling in silence, while he stood there victorious, admiring their defeat.
Deep in Leiyin Temple, Mu Yu and Yang Gao found themselves trapped in a strange mirror space. This space seems to be an endless mirror house, with reflections in all directions, making it difficult to tell where is reality and where is illusion.
The light inside the temple is dim, with only a few weak rays reflecting through the mirror, making the entire space appear even more blurry. However, despite the strange environment, the two did not feel any real danger.
Mu Yu looked around, trying to find the flaw in this mirror space, while Yang Gao silently observed his actions, always ready to help him. Although their steps and movements produced countless copies in the mirror, these copies seemed to be just illusions of nothingness and could not pose any threat to them.
"This Leiyin Temple is really extraordinary." Mu Yu murmured to himself, looking for clues in the mirror, "It looks like Leiyin Temple, but it is actually a mirror space. I don't know how to escape. "
Yang Gao thought for a moment quietly, and then said, "Can we try touching these mirrors? Maybe there will be some reaction."
Mu Yu looked back at her, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes. He nodded and said, "That's a good suggestion. I'll give it a try."
He approached a mirror and reached out to touch it. His hand passed through the mirror, but seemed to touch a layer of nothingness. He tried sliding his fingers on the mirror, but he felt nothing.
"It doesn't seem to be of any use." Mu Yu shook his head and said, "This space seems to have no entity."
Yang Gao frowned, thinking about his next move. At this time, a melodious bell suddenly rang in the temple. As the bells echoed, the mirror space began to undergo subtle changes. The originally calm mirror began to ripple in circles, as if it had been thrown into a lake of stones.
Mu Yu and Yang Gao looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes. This mirror space actually responded to the sound of the bell, which gave them hope again.
After the bell echoed for a while, everything returned to calm. Mu Yu and Yang Gao quickly looked for the source of the sound. They discovered that the sound came from a specific mirror, a mirror with a large bell hanging on it.
Mu Yu stepped forward and tapped the clock face gently. The bells echoed again, and this time, they found that the mirror space began to change. The originally calm mirror surface began to fluctuate, as if it were rippling on water.
"This is..." A flash of understanding flashed in Mu Yu's eyes, "This is the echo of the voice!"
Yang Gao also understood. She nodded and said, "It seems that this mirror space uses sound as a medium. We have to find a way to crack this space."
Mu Yu pondered for a moment, and then said: "I remember that some ancient legends mentioned that some spaces are opened with sound as a key. Maybe we have to use specific passwords or musical notes to crack this space."
Yang Gao's eyes flashed brightly: "Then we have to try some common notes or passwords."
The two began to try using various musical notes and passwords to trigger changes in the mirror. They kept striking the clock face, calling out various voices over and over again. However, as time passed by, there was still no reaction in the mirror space.
"It's not an option to continue like this."
Suddenly, a deep and sacred Buddhist sound came from the depths of the temple, like sunlight passing through the clouds and mist, and like a beacon guiding the lost. The notes seemed to have life, spiraling up and hanging in the air, giving people an otherworldly feeling.
Mu Yu and Yang Gao moved when they heard the sound. The sound was like an invisible thread, pulling their footsteps in the direction. Their hearts are filled with a sense of urgency, as if they are racing against time, trying to reach an unknown end point against time.
At the same time, Datengu, Kuli and Moraka also felt the call of the Buddha's voice. Naturally, they were unwilling to let Mu Yu and Yang Gao seize the opportunity, but here, due to some unknown constraints, they could not use force. He could only watch the backs of Mu Yu and Yang Gao drifting away, and then seize the time to follow them.
Behind the temple, Mu Yu and Yang Gao discovered a peaceful body of water. It is like a mirror, reflecting the solemnity and simplicity of the temple. The stone monument by the water has experienced the baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow, but it still stands. There are two big characters engraved on it - sea of suffering.
Those two words are like being deeply engraved in stone, full of vicissitudes and heaviness of history. They depict an otherworldly artistic conception with rough brushstrokes, making people feel a deep calmness and profoundness. This is a deep Zen feeling and a unique interpretation of the true meaning of life.
The word "Bitter Sea" gives this body of water a deeper meaning. It is not only a piece of silent water, but also a spiritual symbol and a portrayal of life. It seems to be telling the sufferings and tribulations of life, while also representing the possibility of detachment and sublimation.
Looking at the scene in front of them, Mu Yu and Yang Gao were deeply touched. They feel the impermanence and changes of life, and understand the fragility and tenacity of life. They were deeply attracted by the meaning of the word "Bitter Sea" and decided to learn more about the story and meaning behind it.
Facing the endless sea, my heart was full of expectations and tension. When they were about to step into the sea of suffering, a powerful aura suddenly rose from the sea, followed by the figures of the Great Tengu, Moraka and Kuli.
On the sea of bitterness, lotuses bloom quietly, as if waiting for their arrival. These lotus flowers are as white as jade, floating gracefully on the water, each one emitting a faint light. Under the moonlight, they appear more mysterious and beautiful.
The Great Tengu, Moraka and Kuli saw these lotus flowers at a glance. They know that where these lotus flowers appear, there must be important information. So, they quietly observed the sea surface, trying to find any clues from these lotus flowers.
Mu Yu and Yang Gao also noticed these lotus flowers. They feel that these lotus flowers are like a guide to them, leading them on an unknown journey. They took a deep breath, held each other's hands tightly, and stepped into the sea of misery together.
As their steps gradually deepen into the sea of suffering, the lotus flowers on the sea also move with their rhythm. They are like guardians, following closely behind them and lighting the way ahead for them. Against the background of the moonlight and lotus flowers, their figures appear more determined and brave.
They know that there will be many unknown challenges waiting for them in the sea of suffering. But they also understand that only by moving forward bravely can they uncover the secrets of the sea of suffering and find a way to save the world. And those lotus flowers will be an important guide for them on their way forward.
Mu Yu and Yang Gao had already sat firmly on the blooming lotus. The midsummer breeze blew gently, taking away the sweat on my cheeks and the tension in my heart. The huge tengu, Moraka and Kuli also hurriedly followed. They were determined to guard the two travelers and prevent any danger from taking advantage of them.
The sea of suffering has no end, and its waves are turbulent, like nothingness torn apart by the beginning of chaos. The depths of the sea are shrouded in mist, hiding unknown dangers and mysteries. But this did not stop Mu Yu and Yang Gao from moving forward. They sat side by side, their eyes firm, like the hardest rock. No matter how windy or rainy they were, I remained firm and motionless.
Behind them, the deep roar of the Great Tengu echoed in the air, which was a warning to all enemies who dared to threaten them. Moraka's eyes shone with the light of wisdom, and he guarded this sea of suffering with endless power, as if he were an immovable god. Curry is suspended quietly in the air, and his existence itself is a symbol of protection.
In the endless sky, the sea of suffering is churning and the waves are turbulent, like a bottomless abyss, swallowing up all the light and hope. Mu Yu and Yang Gao were sitting on a lotus petal, floating on the sea of suffering, as if they had become two isolated islands in this world, relying on each other and facing the vast sea of suffering ahead.
Mu Yu's face was filled with perseverance and determination, and her eyes were as bright as stars, illuminating the dark sea of suffering. Her hand held Yang Gao's hand tightly, as if conveying strength and courage. Yang Gao sat quietly on the lotus. His eyes were deep and calm, as if he had transcended the hustle and bustle of the world.
Time seems to have lost its meaning on the sea of suffering. I don’t know how long it has passed, but they are still floating on the sea of suffering. The sea of suffering in front of me is boundless and seems to have no end. The waves rolled around them, forming huge whirlpools that swallowed their lotuses. They seemed to have become an island in a sea of suffering, surrounded by endless darkness and waves.
However, despite the endless hardships ahead, they did not give up. They firmly believe that as long as they persist, there will always be a dawn of hope waiting for them. Their hearts are floating in the sea of suffering, but their faith is as firm as a mountain.
Suddenly a strange sight appeared. Buddha shadows emerge one after another, like the projection of ancient fables in reality. They seem to come out of ancient scriptures and awaken from thousands of years of silence. Those Buddha figures are wearing gold-rimmed cassocks and have compassionate faces, as if they are telling some transcendent truth.
Bursts of Buddhist sounds overflowed from the mouths of these Buddha figures. The tones were simple and solemn, like morning bells and evening drums, washing people's souls. Mu Yu and Yang Gao were among them, and they felt that the Buddha's voice was like gurgling water. Although it was clear, it carried a deep temptation.
They began to be immersed in this melodious Buddhist sound, as if being pulled by an invisible force, and their hearts were gradually occupied by it. That note is filled with compassion and wisdom, making it irresistible. Their hearts began to waver, as if they saw unprecedented possibilities.
However, just when they were about to be guided by the Buddha's voice, Mu Yu and Yang Gao suddenly woke up. They realized that the Buddha's sound was not tempting them to enter Buddhism, but tempting them to give up themselves and become slaves to the music. They quickly gathered their minds and used all their willpower to resist the charm of this Buddhist sound.
They cling to their consciousness like a ship struggling in a rapid current. The Buddha's sound came like a tide, wave after wave, trying to overturn their consciousness. But Mu Yu and Yang Gao resisted tenaciously and refused to give in.
This is a fierce struggle, a battle of will and temptation. They understand that only by sticking to themselves can they stay awake in this ocean of notes. They painfully resisted the attraction of the Buddha's sound and tried hard to bring their souls back to themselves.
A mysterious Buddha shadow emerged. It was grand and solemn, like the Lord of all spirits. The Buddha's shadow exudes ancient and profound light, which contains endless compassion and wisdom. This is a vision, an indescribable mysterious force that is quietly changing the balance of the three realms.
Daitengu, Kuli and Moraka, all three are powerful beings that transcend the mortal world, each possessing unique powers. They felt the vision of the Buddha's shadow and understood in their hearts that it was the power to assimilate them. They were in a sea of suffering, facing the majesty of the Buddha's shadow, and their hearts were filled with vigilance and resistance.
The Great Tengu, wearing a gorgeous feathered robe and holding a spear, has an unyielding perseverance on his face. He stood in the strong wind and glared at the Buddha's shadow. His wings trembled slightly in the breeze, as if to warn the powerful force coming from the sea of suffering.
Curry's figure shimmered with mysterious light, and his eyes were as deep as the sea, as if he could see into all the secrets of the world. He stared at the Buddha's shadow with a mocking smile on his face, which was full of contempt and resistance to this power.
Moraka was as huge as a mountain, and his skin shone with a metallic sheen, as if he was invulnerable. His eyes were like abyss, seemingly calm but hiding endless majesty. He roared at the Buddha's shadow, and his voice echoed like thunder over the sea of suffering, demonstrating his strength and determination.
The three strong men jointly resisted the power of the Buddha's shadow coming from the sea of suffering. Their strength and will collided in the sea of suffering, causing countless ripples. It was a silent contest, a duel of spirit and strength. Although they are in a sea of suffering and facing the majesty of the Buddha's shadow, their eyes are full of firmness and determination. They will not be easily assimilated, they must protect their own power and their own existence.
Mu Yu pricked up his ears, picking up every sound around him as keenly as a cheetah. He was in the midst of boundless Buddha's sound. This Buddha's sound was as pure as spring snow and as powerful as a torrent, pervasive and filling all his senses.
He closed his eyes tightly, resisting the invasion of the Buddha's voice as tenaciously as a thousand-year-old rock. Every time when the sound of Buddha tried to penetrate into the depths of his soul, he was like a shark swimming in the cold sea, blocking the invasion of this force with incomparable perseverance and tenacity.
However, something amazing happened. In the process of resisting, Mu Yu felt that his mental power was increasing silently. His heart was like an endless starry sky, attracting the power of the Buddha's sound and transforming it into a part of himself.
His heart was as hot as a furnace, and under the agitation of the Buddha's voice, he refined his spiritual power. His spiritual power was like a river, flowing through his body and growing stronger. He felt that he was gradually becoming stronger under the baptism of this Buddha's sound.
He turned to look at Yang Gao beside him, who was also closing his eyes tightly, trying his best to resist the invasion of the Buddha's sound. Yang Gao's face showed an expression of pain and determination, and her body was shaking slightly, as if she was under tremendous pressure. However, under the agitation of the Buddha's voice, Yang Gao's spiritual power also increased silently.
