Being bitten by Mei Xiaoyun, Mu Yun couldn't help but be horrified, and for a moment he had no idea whether this was really an illusion.
Especially thinking that Yan Junlin had set up a trap before and almost let himself accidentally kill Mei Xiaoyun, Mu Yun even more suspected that he was repeating his old tricks and forcing himself to "show sincerity" on the spot.
But then Mu Yun felt that something was wrong. How could he know that Yan Junlin didn't know what he was thinking and deliberately transformed himself into Mei Xiaoyun to prevent him from taking action?
I am probably trapped in an illusion formation right now, and it is difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction with all my six senses. How can I be trapped in an illusion and be willing to wait for death?
What's more, Mei Xiaoyun had killed herself in Chaotian Palace that day. She was not a kind person at all. What's the harm in retaliating with tooth?
Nowadays, there are many people who repay kindness with kindness, and even try to gain fame and fame, and enjoy all the glory and wealth. Wouldn't it be foolish to blindly repay kindness with kindness?
If you don't take action, you are destined to die. On the contrary, if you do, there is still a glimmer of hope. As the saying goes, if people don't serve themselves, God will destroy them. Now that things have developed to this situation, it is time to stop and suffer chaos. The only blame can only be blamed on God's will!
Once evil thoughts arise, they can set ablaze a prairie fire. How can they be stopped in a short time?
Mu Yun was so eager to survive that he no longer had time to worry about any conspiracy. He gathered his remaining skills with his palms and suddenly hit "Mei Xiaoyun" in the chest!
There was a crackling sound of broken bones under his palm, so crisp that it seemed to penetrate the eardrums. Mu Yun suddenly felt a splitting headache, as if something was being ripped out of his mind. This pain was even a hundred times more severe than having his throat bitten, almost making him miserable.
"Mei Xiaoyun" let out a pitiful hiss, her expression became even more cruel and maniacal, her sharp teeth clenched tighter, and she was clearly determined to fight to the death.
Mu Yun raised his palms with difficulty, and was about to strike out again, but an inexplicable sharp pain appeared in his mind like a conditioned reflex, and the pain made his whole body convulse.
The trembling hands finally slowly dropped, and the condensed Qi quietly dissipated. Although Mu Yun smiled bitterly, he felt a sincere relief.
That's it, this is what fate is, what can I say? I just don't know whether this means putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately, or is Tai'a holding back, appeasing and fostering adultery?
But no matter what, everything will have nothing to do with me in the future. Although it is inevitable to regret, but fortunately this is my choice? I finally have a clear conscience.
I always want to do my best for the people close to me, but in the end, I am just being used by others. It is better to just return to dust and return to dust.
Life is full of flowers and trees. It is commendable to do something, but it is even more precious to do something not to do.
As for how to achieve the state of "doing nothing without doing anything"? It seems that there is no solution in this life? Let's wait to explore it in the next life.
Now that life and death have been put aside, the spiritual platform is finally clear, and the biting pain in the neck is no longer felt? However, the faint sound of jade vibrating gold can be heard in the ears.
The sonorous and high-spirited tunes progress one after another, just like the roaring waves of the angry sea, and like the white waves turning over the clouds. The majestic righteousness fills the blue sea and sky, making people feel excited.
There was a sense of awe in my heart, a breeze thousands of miles away, and the haze covering the sky finally disappeared, and the scene in front of me suddenly changed.
Opposite him was Yan Junlin who was still immersed in playing the piano, but the tune he played was different from before. The vibration of the strings was like a muffled thunder strike, and the swaying demonic atmosphere was about to destroy the heart and devour the soul.
Only then did Mu Yun wake up. It turned out that he had already held Tian Ling down with his palms. He only needed to exert a little force to kill him on the spot!
In an instant, Mu Yun suddenly realized that self-interest is nothing more than self-grasping, and ultimately one cannot escape the suffering of reincarnation. Only by truly entering the realm of selflessness can one gain a glimpse of the true meaning of the self.
Feeling guilty, he thought of the piano music that woke him up. Mu Yun quickly followed the sound and met Mei Xiaoyun's relieved eyes.
But when he saw her slender fingers pressing and twisting together in the void, there was a sound of clear strings that stopped the moving clouds. Her elegant posture was as beautiful as a lady in a painting, which made Mu Yun sincerely admire her.
Mu Yun had just gained true enlightenment, and his mind had already been as solid as stone. He silently used the Divine Secret of Light to resist the intrusion of the soul-suppressing demonic sound on his own.
Listening carefully while concentrating, Mu Yun felt that the two melodies were reverberating and colliding, and the struggle between them had reached a critical juncture.
Yan Junlin's fingers were as fast as flying, and the urgent sound of the piano was so airtight that it sounded like the wails of all the ghosts in hell. Either the tongue is pulled out, or it is boiled in oil, or it falls into a mountain of knives, or it is beaten in a mortar. In the end, the body and the bones are destroyed, and the soul can only go through reincarnation after being washed away for thousands of kalpas.
On the other hand, Mei Xiaoyun was calm and unhurried, twirling the zither and plucking the strings in a secretly and logical manner, naturally revealing the splendid bearing of the ancient sages and sages. Establish a heart for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living and the people, carry forward the unique knowledge of the past saints, and create peace for all generations. The noble ones are polite, righteous, and honest, and the son is silent and strange and powerful.
Mu Yun listened carefully to the sound of the piano, and realized that the two of them were walking in parallel, and ended up with the same destination. Regardless of the shock of hell, or the guidance of etiquette and religion, they were all meant to warn the world. Only by establishing an upright heart and being impartial can we overcome the distinction between life and death and reach the state of self from no-self.
In the midst of vague thoughts, the piano fight has reached its final song. Yan Junlin is playing with his fingers, and Yama is roaring, and the ghost king is roaring. The staccato sound, which was louder than the previous one, was fierce and fierce, and its power was like the gushing fire of purgatory, which was about to burn all the nine heavens and ten places.
Mei Xiaoyun pressed her fingers on the strings, and the sound suddenly became muffled and low, almost inaudible for a moment. But in the blink of an eye, her slender fingers were flying, and the ear-splitting sound was like thunder bursting out, and like a storm suddenly appearing, the light after Nirvana and rebirth was even more dazzling.
The soul is refined by the fire of karma, and the divine phoenix shines in the world. The sounds and strings are in tit for tat and complement each other. The saint and the devil, the good and the evil, the life and the death, the light and the dark, collide and merge in their respective melodies, inspiring soul-stirring emotions. Penetrating power, reaching deep into the soul.
The eighteen disguises of hell have finally come to an end, the soul-soothing demonic sound gradually fades into silence, and the dancing phoenix returns to nirvana, leaving only a vague sigh.
Mu Yun had almost forgotten that he was trapped in the illusion of music and even almost committed suicide. He only wanted Yan Junlin and Mei Xiaoyun to continue playing together until the end of time.
But wishes are just wishes after all. When the song ended, Yan Junlin raised his eyes slightly, coughed slightly as his expression changed, and said, "The failure is imminent. The poor monk has indeed underestimated the two donors. You have won this bet." .”
Mu Yun secretly felt ashamed when he heard this, while Mei Xiaoyun slightly leaned forward and said, "I'm just kidding. In fact, if Mr. Yan uses his inner power to activate Qin Bo, the little girl will not be able to resist it. In this case, Mu Shaoxia will not be able to escape death, and this bet will be over." It’s your turn to win.”
Yan Junlin's eyes were deeply focused, and he slowly shook his head and said: "It's hard to find a true friend in the world, and the poor monk really doesn't want to burn the harp and cook the cranes. This is the end of the matter tonight. I hope that the two benefactors will find their way back as soon as possible. This is the door for seeking talents in this place. , open to you at any time.”
Mu Yun raised his eyebrows and said with vigilance as before: "Young Master Yan is so favored by me, I really deserve it. If you are not willing to accept it, we can see you in real kung fu, and I will not be afraid at all."
