In the dark and misty void, a young man in a snow robe sits cross-legged like a sculpture. A gray-white sword is stuck beside him. The sword is already covered with spiderweb-like cracks, as if it will break apart at any time. Come.
"Ji Yuenian..."
A faint voice of calling came from an unknown place, but the snow-robed boy seemed to have not heard it and did not react at all.
"Ji Yuenian..."
The call became clearer and clearer, echoing in this gloomy world.
After an unknown amount of time, amid this call, the snow-robed boy finally moved his eyelids, and countless tiny gravels fell on his eyelids, revealing his tightly closed white and picturesque eyebrows.
"Ji Yuenian, wake up."
The voice seemed to be right next to my ears, so real and clear.
boom!
As if sleeping in chaos for countless hours, Ji Yuenian finally slowly opened his eyes. More and more gravel fell on his face, hair, and arms. This man dressed in snow The beautiful young man in Shou Xianyi finally broke free from the shackles of the stone sculpture and woke up.
The moment he opened his eyes, the dark world in front of him collapsed inch by inch, and the light and shadow twisted and changed, revealing a dark and solemn palace.
There was no daylight above the huge palace, and only a scarlet blood moon hung in the sky, dyeing the dark night sky with a trace of blood.
There are countless giant cities that reach the sky in all directions, but there is no breath of life at all, and everything you see is deathly silence.
"Listen carefully and step back."
The plain man's voice reached his ears. Ji Yuenian raised his eyes and saw a living being deep in the huge hall. He was wearing a black robe embroidered with gold thread and his long black hair fell down his shoulders. A pair of eyes encompasses all things, and there seems to be the birth and death of all things in it, and there are six rotating shadows in it, which is extremely mysterious.
At its feet, a monster with a tiger head, a single horn, dog ears, a dragon body, a lion's tail, and unicorn feet shook its tail, shook its huge head, glanced at Ji Yuenian, and then turned and left the place. The huge palace suddenly sank into the night and disappeared.
Ji Yuenian endured the severe pain all over his body and struggled to stand up. Looking at the creature wearing a gold-threaded black robe and Buddhist robes, there was a huge roar in his mind, and there seemed to be countless Sanskrit sounds resounding in his ears, and there were Countless Buddhas muttered and recited scriptures to save the world.
Be patient and motionless like the earth, meditate deeply like a secret treasure.
He was born after the burning lamp was extinguished and before the World Honored One was born. He vowed to save all sentient beings in the six paths and save all suffering, and then he aspired to become a Buddha.
It is precisely the decree of Haotian Jinque Lingxiao that the Buddha is known as the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who protects the great virtues of the six paths and controls the ghosts and spirits in turn. He is superior to the king of hell in the ten palaces and is similar to the ghost emperors of the five directions.
This seven-level creature that reached heaven and earth withdrew his gaze from where Di Ting left, and looked at Ji Yuenian calmly.
Just as Ji Yuenian was about to speak, he suddenly felt a sharp pain and a vague sound coming from his throat. He couldn't even utter a word.
The black-robed Bodhisattva's eyes were as deep as the abyss, and he said softly: "You shattered your immortal bloodline before, but it was one with the true spirit. Your true spirit couldn't bear it at all. If I hadn't used Dharma to hold it together, Your true spirit was broken into thousands of pieces, and now you have dissipated in this true spirit realm."
After saying this, Ji Yuenian subconsciously looked up, and sure enough, he saw his own reflection faintly appearing on the blood moon high in the sky, but the reflection was made up of illusory fragments. The gray Buddha light gathered in one place, and the human form could barely be seen.
Ji Yuenian endured the bone-piercing pain and struggled to stand up again, but realized that his hands and feet were all illusory, just like the reflection of the sky, unable to do anything tangible at all.
The black-robed Bodhisattva said: "Although your true spirit has been severely injured, it has completely lost its immortal bloodline. If you one day practice Buddhism again, you will definitely be able to achieve the fruit of Bodhi and step into the ranks of the four realms of Bodhisattvas."
Ji Yuenian looked up at this world-famous Seventh Realm Bodhisattva. Although he could not speak, his eyes contained countless complex emotions.
The black-robed Bodhisattva's eyes that contained all things fell on Ji Yuenian and said: "This is the true spirit realm, the last place where a living being's true spirit can exist before it collapses. Although Tingting can barely keep your true spirit consciousness, Wake up, but even I can't save you. The only one who can really save you is yourself."
"Now that you have given up your Xianyuan bloodline, you have truly entered the Buddhist Origin Sect."
"Buddhism is boundless and can save all sentient beings in the world, but the most difficult one to save is oneself."
"Before the lamp is lit, Buddhism is called 'du'; when the World Honored One is here, Buddhism is 'du'."
"If you are really able to survive on your own, you will have a seat at the Dharma Zen position at Daleiyin Temple in Lingshan from now on."
"But if you can't understand the mystery, you can only sink in this true spirit realm, waiting for the true spirit to slowly die, and finally sink completely into the endless dark abyss."
After saying this, the black-robed Bodhisattva transformed into thousands of Buddha lights, which collapsed among the distorted light and shadow, and dissipated here.
Ji Yuenian fell to the ground and looked up towards the sky.
A huge screen of light with a radius of a hundred feet gradually appeared on the top of the sky, and the flowers, plants and trees on it gradually appeared, and there was even the sound of birds singing and the fragrance of flowers close at hand.
What made Ji Yuenian's pupils shrink was that on the official road among the green mountains, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old was walking. The boy's eyebrows were fair and delicate, but his expression was a little confused.
The moment he saw the young man, Ji Yuenian subconsciously used his fists. Because he used too much force, even his knuckles turned white.
An extremely familiar feeling came over. The young man was transformed into a fragment of his true soul, and a soul had been reborn on it, which was in the human world above his head.
Ji Yuenian's eyes gradually became colder, but thinking of Ksitigarbha's Bodhisattva's words, the coldness in his eyes gradually dissipated, leaving only a vague chill of frost.
Buddhism is boundless, but manpower is sometimes limited. How can we overcome it...
Ji Yuenian slowly closed his eyes, and all the memories of the young man from his childhood to the present were flowing through each scene, extremely clear.
"Are we just going to leave it to fate..."
Ji Yuenian opened his eyes, trembled his pale lips, and spoke for the first time after waking up, making a hoarse voice.
"There must be a way..."
"But even the creatures in the seven realms can't save my true spirit, so what can I do..."
Ji Yuenian's eyes were cold, and as his thoughts were flowing, he suddenly thought of something.
"How could Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, with his noble body, appear in person in the dark and gloomy realm of the true spirit? The true form he manifested just now was clearly an external incarnation."
"Their external incarnation is definitely not a transcendent realm creature. At most, it only has six realms of cultivation."
"In this way, if a true Seventh Realm creature comes here, there may not be anything that can be done."
"only……"
Ji Yueliang sighed softly and looked at the young man in long clothes above the light screen again, his expression gloomy.
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(End of chapter)
