He once looked up at the sky and made a promise firmly. He also lowered his head and quietly looked at the reflection under his feet, recalling the tears without regrets.
He once said with a stubborn look: "I will bring you back!"
But he also choked with despair: "It turns out that all of this is irreversible!"
Countless hours of time shattered in front of his eyes, like scraps of paper, gently flying in the wind, and then fell in front of his eyes, turning into pieces of mottled light and shadow.
Now, he stood here again, once again standing on this high ground without regrets. He looked down at everything under his feet, and the light in his eyes overflowed and turned into a vast sea.
At dawn, the light was like water stains, pouring in front of my eyes casually. I saw countless monks, wearing tattered cassocks, walking step by step into the distance.
He suddenly felt very lonely. At this moment, he remembered the words of Sha Buddha, "What if there is no one around me?"
Suddenly, my heart felt stung by a sharp piece of ice, but after that, the ice turned into a soft trace of water.
He also remembered his response to killing the Buddha, "Then I'm not afraid either!"
Now that I think about it, there is only a bitterness left in my heart, like the lonely sky, boundless!
The Brahma world may be the world that many people long for! He looked up at the sky. Those clouds were like wisps of cotton wool, being torn out into soft threads by the wind. \./hand\./machine\./version\./first\./issue\./update\./new~~
The flamingo soared wantonly in the long space, casting a huge shadow that quickly covered Zun's slender figure. There was a perverse and weird feeling in the darkness.
The weeds swayed quietly in the wind, like candlelight at night, as if they had no foundation and were just falling with the wind.
The virtual realm...the world after death?
What about the real state? The so-called true state, is it to embed one's soul into the bright future, or to return to the reckless past?
He sighed and jumped up, quietly overlooking the vast continent at his feet.
Such a world can be called the Brahma Realm. A series of green temples stand in the distance. The so-called green is actually the moss that grows in the humid environment after a storm, covering the walls and rubble in thick layers.
He took a long breath and sighed: "This world is really breathtaking!"
The Brahma Realm, which stretches for thousands of miles, is like the rain coming day and night, and the intermittent gentle wind, covering everything in front of you in the pure past, and also covering the future with an inherent and bright layer. Attributes.
He looked at the monk walking past him with a surprised look on his face, his heart beating hard. Because some monks' bodies can pass through his body easily.
Like a blurry image, it gently passed by his side.
A virtual realm? Is this the cultivation of virtual realm?
He once again touched the edge of the world. This raw power that could make his heart pump at full capacity and beat wildly made him somewhat powerless.
Is the power of the virtual realm false? Or is it real? He held a wisp of yellow sand in his hand. He let go of his palm and the yellow sand drained gently from his palm.
He stretched out his arm again, and those blurry images still passed by his eyes softly and quietly.
So, what does the truth mean?
There seems to be a plateau on the distant horizon, but this plateau looks like a set of towering mountains. Under the warm sunlight, their lines undulate quietly, but they also seem like a vast sea.
He stood there in a daze, with a look of horror on his face. All this was beyond his imagination, and it was beyond the scope of his understanding.
So, is it a mountain or a sea? Or a plateau?
He couldn't help but ask himself, the real world...
Could this be the real world...
In the bottom of my heart, in that vast sea, the waves rise and fall heavily one after another. In the heavy time, it is difficult to give you a gentle past.
So I can only hold my breath and move forward, no matter what I will encounter in the future.
Under his feet were pieces of sharp rocks, like pieces of knives and halberds, so sharp that they were dazzling and dazzling to the point of being unreal.
On the ancient battlefield, strange shadows fall gently with the wind, and the undead souls cannot be saved. (The next page is more exciting!)
Although this realm is the Brahma realm.
It’s no wonder that the world is so vicissitudes and harsh, and it’s no wonder that the heavens are governed by inaction.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he faced his pale heart again. The yellow sand was desolate, covering his sight. The dim light hung on the distant border, but in fact it was still a sunset. t.
The sound of breathing became longer and longer, and the heart beat gently, and later, it gradually became a rhythm.
The murderous intention deep in my heart will also follow the cotton wool fluttering in the wind, blinding my eyes in a daze. In this way, the world will become hazy and psychedelic again. w_/a_/p_/\_/.\_/c\_/o\_/m
When he saw the monk in white robes, twirling Buddhist beads in his hand, walking closer step by step, at that time, he held the knife tightly in his palm. In this way, he wanted to go back to the time when he faced the killing for the first time. Feel.
At this moment, he was just waking up from a dream. The loneliness in his heart was interdependent with the miserable scenery, and then gradually became heavy and depressing as the blood in his heart was about to burst out.
The monk lowered his head with a humble face. He lowered his head and walked forward. When he approached Yu Zun, Yu Zun said: "Abbott, wait a minute!"
The monk at that time nodded slightly. The moment he raised his head, a dazzling light shot out from the monk's eyes.
This light is really dazzling!
The monk asked: "Donor, what do you want me to do?"
Yu Zun narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Is the abbot cultivating the real realm?"
"That's good! That's good! What's true is real, what's false is false, that's it!" The abbot said, twisting the beads in his hand and looking like a treasure.
Yu Zun laughed loudly and said: "Abbott, I want to cultivate to the virtual realm!"
"Oh? Virtual Realm? Isn't the place where the donor is located the virtual realm?" the monk said with a clear smile on his face.
"It seems that the answer can't be found in him!" Yu Zunxin said.
"Abbott, I'm done!" He clasped his fists, turned around and left. I don't know how long he walked, but his heart was heavy, but he didn't know whether it was a kind of pressure or a sense of calmness.
He sighed and looked at the vast clouds. He stopped. The mountains and rivers in the distance were gently undulating like tides. In this strange world, everything was unknown. He could not see clearly what was in front of him. road, and I don’t know how to take the future road.
And when he looked back at the way he came, he had a look of horror on his face. Behind him, the monk he had seen before was actually following him, but he never realized that behind him, he was actually following him...
"Abbot? What do you mean?" He said with a serious face.
The monk nodded slightly and said: "Poor monk, you are cultivating the state of transformation! Once you have cultivated the state of transformation, you will never see the benefactor's sorrow!"
Yu Zun's heart was stagnant, and he sighed silently: "Yes! Perhaps, I have too many thoughts in my heart. After all, cultivating Buddhism is the state of cultivation. Since the elder said, "You can't see that I can't express my sorrow, are you hinting at me?" "
Then he looked happy and guessed that he understood the deep meaning of the monk's words. It is no wonder that in the Brahma world, the Taoism practiced is naturally related to Buddhism.
From this point of view, the monk in front of him seemed to be able to point out a way for him to survive.
"This is a fantasy land!" the monk sighed softly.
Fantasy soil......
Yu Zun looked at the monk in astonishment, but his heart gradually calmed down, "I should have understood earlier!"
The monk gently twisted the beads, and those Sanskrit words turned into pieces of bronze handwriting, flying quietly in front of Yu Zun.
The Sanskrit text rose into the air, like a piece of iron, slowly melting into the void.
The monk said: "This world is divided into nineteen levels of mystery! I wonder which level, donor, do you want to go to?"
At this time, Yu Zun was startled again.
What? Nineteen levels of mystery...
At this time, his heart was beating fast. He had also heard that the world in the old days was divided into heaven and hell, and the so-called hell was divided into eighteen levels.
Now, nineteen levels of mystery have appeared in the Brahma Realm, which naturally makes him unable to calm down.
He was silent for a long time and then said with a smile: "Abbott! Since there are nineteen floors, how about taking Yu Zundu on a tour?"
The monk looked compassionate and benevolent, shook his head gently and said: "Donor, everyone can only go to one level. This mysterious realm is not the secular world!"
Yu Zun was stunned, shook his head helplessly, and said: "In that case, the abbot will take me to the deepest point. (The next page is more exciting!)
Just one layer! "
The monk smiled and nodded. At that time, a frightening light appeared in the corner of the monk's eyes. It only flickered for a moment, and Yu Zun did not notice it.
The world was actually sinking, and Yu Zun looked at the land beneath his feet in astonishment.
Yes! He was not mistaken. The dark wasteland was indeed sinking, and the bright light flew past his eyes.
In the deep world, there are crazy and sad ghost screams, huge withered bones, blood-colored rivers running wantonly, and a sad night sky, but the stars dotted deep in the night sky are exploding crazily, one after another. pellets.
Those inexplicable creatures were burning crazily, and those bright soul lights were just a substitute that looked like a bonfire at this time.
Countless lives are trying their best to transcend here. They sacrifice their lives just to make their next life more perfect.
In fact, they are just some lives that tend to be negative. Perhaps their lives are not worth it to themselves! It's a waste of God's good intentions to give them the luck of living.
The cold and silent blood-colored sky trembled quietly, like a piece of cracked bone, and those fine cracks were more like thunder patterns all over the sky.
In the sunken earth, there are boiling magma, splashing crazily, and those weird temples are scattered among the abyss. But at this moment, if you call the surrounding world an abyss, you are underestimating this world. .
As time penetrated the world layer by layer, those gorgeous, weird, and dazzling lights and stories were told over and over again in Yu Zun's ears.
On the battlefield in the old days, soldiers met each other, while the martial arts cultivators standing on the top were waiting for the divine punishment to appear.
Time flies by, stretching out an unknown distance. On the distant sky, those giants wearing black armor wave the long swords in their hands crazily again and again.
Yu Zun looked at these pictures with a horrified look on his face. He seemed to have penetrated one world after another. It was not that the earth was sinking, but that time and space were sinking, like a piece of lead stone falling into the mud, so it sank deeper and deeper!
The bright red sky is filled with blood, and the desolate earth is as desolate as a mountain! Layer after layer of world, each one more cruel and darker than the last.
The stream of light passes by quietly in front of the eyes, and the morning star shines quietly on the sky, but this does not mean that dawn will come early.
His stiff and stiff fingers were quietly stroking the pictures that were passing by. When the huge demonic figure appeared in front of his eyes, his heart froze. At this time, the monk standing next to him, There was a subtle smile at the corner of his eyes. \./hand\./machine\./version\./first\./issue\./update\./new~~
No matter how miserable the scene in front of him was, his ears were still pale and there was no sound in his ears.
The pale and stiff picture just tells you blindly, but is unwilling to explain clearly.
What kind of world is the nineteenth floor?
The world was lit up at a certain moment, and the flowing light quietly rushed towards the next station with time, rushing crazily.
The letters drifting in the wind were torn apart by the strong wind before they could be explained.
Later, those mottled handwritings would coincidentally appear on the chapters of a document. The cowardly and awkward way of piecing together the handwriting to look like it is actually just pieces of vanity and paleness!
And there will always be such coincidences in history. Whether it is a dream or reality, there is no need to delve into it.
With a little light in front of me, in contrast to the extreme darkness, the peaks in the darkness are like sharp swords, and the grass and trees growing on the rugged mountains are like a piece of ink, quietly rendered, so vivid ,nature!
The world is inherently complicated. Those monks who stand proudly among the mountains hold long knives in their arms, and their sharp pupils are both serious and free.
In the dark sky, a lonely flamingo released a prairie fire, one after another, gliding rapidly past the towering mountain tops.
What does the nineteen levels of mystery mean?
There will be huge glaciers, colliding with each other crazily, with decaying swords stuck between the glaciers, trembling crazily with the waves splashing in the sea of blood.
When a person puts his palm on the proud building quietly. (The next page is more exciting!)
When standing on the glacier, the splashing snow and rocks splashed crazily across the sea.
boom!
In just one breath, those glaciers turned into debris.
Who is this...?
In fact, you didn’t see clearly who was coming? He just blindly thought that it was done by one person, but when he saw the situation in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
The woman in the fiery red robe gently touched her toes in the sea, while the young man following the woman had a cold murderous look on his face. He suddenly shouted: "Suji! Just admit defeat!"
Suji...
Yu Zun recited this name silently in his heart. When he stepped on the clouds, he realized that the complete world was slowly unfolding in front of him.
At this moment, he felt the strangeness and vastness of this world. He quickly traveled through this world and looked at the vast ends of the world and the corners of the sea, feeling an indescribable joy in his heart.
When he faced the world again, there was no sorrow or sadness in his heart.
He smiled...smiled...
Although he smiled helplessly, the depths of his pupils became extremely bright.
It is a rare encounter. In this realm, in the so-called Brahma world, we face everything again.
His sad and desolate heart became clear again, and he couldn't help but think of that sentence, "The breeze is bright and the moon is bright, and I often think about Xuandu!"
Thinking about it, in the memories, the road we walked, and in reality, my fingers gently caressed the scenes in front of me.
I'm scared! I'm afraid that this picture will collapse and turn into a piece of light dust.
The emotion that cannot be picked up, the future that cannot be accepted, all of this will start all over again, and will all be staged again in this bright and bright world!
In the clear twilight, the figure standing proudly in the wind is the restaurant where "Night Stop at Qinhuai" is located.
"It's better to have faith than to hate each other." A woman sitting quietly in her boudoir.
The sea is not deep and the sky is endless. The past time and space are played out in front of our eyes again and again. In fact, it is the sadness and desolation in my heart over and over again, repeating and singing...
Following the stream of light at dusk, I once again overlooked the land. At this time, whether it was a mountain peak, a depression, or an expanse of vast plateaus, they were all filled with people!
At this time, he looked back at the monk who came with him, and was surprised to find that the monk's body had become transparent. He looked at the sky with a bitter look on his face, sighed, and murmured to himself, "Could it be that Did he intentionally deceive me?"
And above the sky, the woman in red robe had a determined look on her face. She put her fingers together slightly and shouted: "Kill!"
Like petals blooming in flames, her whole body was blooming, and those fiery red flames surrounded her. The woman at this time had an indescribable sense of beauty. In short, she was extremely beautiful.
It seemed that there were a lot of storms, but now, when he faced this woman covered in "bloody flames" again, his heart seemed to have become less peaceful.
Should I help her...
When he quietly looked down at the boiling crowd at his feet, he realized that those people were not fans of women.
Then, she is probably lonely! As long as he has this wording, he will even help her at all costs.
Because he is also lonely! He is the loneliest boy in the world!
At this time, the young man following the woman had murderous intent on his face, but Yu Zun could not feel a trace of mysterious energy in the young man's body either. \./hand\./machine\./version\./no\./wrong\./first\./post~~
He stood in the distance with a silent expression on his face, and no one seemed to notice his presence. At this time, he closed his eyes slightly, and once again immersed himself in the vast sea in his heart. He calmed down and landed on an isolated island.
This isolated island was covered by a forest of foggy pine trees. Everything in front of him was pale. The snowflakes in the sky fell one after another, falling on the tips of his hair and on his black robe.
He sat quietly, and around him, there was a thick mist, boiling crazily. It looked like mist, but in fact it was the soul energy overflowing from the soul.
Talisman, the so-called secret of Talisman, is it about cultivating one's soul consciousness? To become a great road?
He also gradually discovered that the Taoism practiced by those people from outside the territory seemed to be related to talismans. From this point of view, it was consistent with Liuliu. (The next page is more exciting!)
idea.
A woman named Su Ji stood proudly in the sky, but at this moment, there was a piece of pure light in Su Ji's complex eyes.
The bright and clean face was moistened by the evening sun, and there was a gentle and gentle smile in the stubborn pupils. None\./Error\./Update\./New`.w`.a`.p`.`.c`.o`.m
I knew you were coming...I knew...
The silence was only momentary. When she set foot on the sky again, the whole world felt excited and excited for Su Ji at that time.
Everyone is thinking about what happened tens of thousands of years ago. right! Yes...everyone! .
