Gradually, the spatial fluctuations became more intense, and a sense of fatigue came over. In a trance, Wang Zijia fell into a drowsy state, and her consciousness gradually became chaotic.
"Ding!"
The next moment, in Wang Zijia's mind, the equivalent scale and the three red copper weights emitted an extremely dazzling golden light. The scale was constantly vibrating, and the red copper weights rotated around it at high speed.
The huge movement made Wang Zijia, who was in a trance, and his consciousness gradually become chaotic, suddenly wake up.
In the chaotic sea of consciousness, the golden scale was constantly vibrating, and the red copper weight rotated into three rays of light at high speed. There had never been such a violent reaction, which made Wang Zijia's complexion change slightly.
But he didn't see any new weights being born. Seeing this, Wang Zijia hesitated for a while and then carefully explored his thoughts.
"What's this?"
When Wang Zijia regained consciousness, he found that he was no longer in the woods before, but he had not entered any legendary ghost realm.
Instead, he came to a silver-white world. The whole world was silver-white, except for a golden Sanskrit text flashing in front of him.
Wang Zijia was in a silvery world, and for some reason, he had a strange feeling that he couldn't explain.
It feels very strange, but also inexplicably familiar, but after thinking about it for a long time, I didn't expect where I had experienced it.
The balance in his mind was shaking violently, and he had no time to delve into it. Wang Zijia looked at the golden Sanskrit in front of him.
This is a worn-out page, as if torn from some Buddhist classic.
As for why it is a Buddhist classic?
Because it is written in Sanskrit! ! !
It's the Sanskrit that Wang Zijia knew in his previous life!
What shocked Wang Zijia was that he clearly didn't know this thing in his previous life, let alone this one.
There were a lot of words printed on the back and front of the pages, and Wang Zijia didn't recognize them all.
But there was a piece of handwritten text before and after it. Wang Zijia understood the same text and even understood it.
Clear rules and precepts: Temporary causes and conditions, after a hundred years, each will follow the six paths and have no relationship.
The world of mortals: The sun and the moon look at each other forever, never leaving our hearts. When I saw you sitting there, your whole body seemed to be on fire.
Among them, "Clear Rules and Precepts" and "Ten Thousand Miles of Red Dust" are Wang Zijia's feelings after seeing two lines of poems. They were not written. There are only poems and no titles.
"What does it mean?"
"What about the ghost realm?"
"What's this for?"
Wang Zijia looked at this thing blankly. The pages of the book kept turning in front of Wang Zijia, while still vibrating slightly.
The equivalent balance in my mind was also vibrating at the same frequency, and golden light continued to overflow.
The next moment, Wang Zijia probably did not move for a long time, and the equivalent balance in his mind shook a little more violently, as if he was under some kind of terrifying pressure.
While Wang Zijia felt slightly nervous, she decisively touched the golden scale and asked, as she had learned from the tips for using the golden finger before: What should I do?
【select! 】
The inexplicable information feedback left Wang Zijia still a little confused.
What to choose?
Choose [Clear Rules and Precepts] or [Ten Thousand Miles of Red Dust]?
Are these two lines of poetry clearly written by the same person two different choices?
Looking at the two lines of text above, Wang Zijia frowned slightly.
The two lines of poetry gave Wang Zijia two feelings: pure rules and regulations and the world of mortals.
Speaking of feelings alone, he would rather choose the world of mortals. but······
'The sun and the moon look at each other forever, never leaving our hearts. When I saw you sitting there, your whole body seemed to be on fire. '
Is this a love poem?
Moreover, it is also a love poem about cherishing spring and suffering from lovesickness!
At present, Wang Zijia's mind is full of lawsuits and he doesn't know what the situation is. He instinctively rejects this thing.
In addition, the page is obviously in Sanskrit, and the purport of the rules and precepts is obviously more consistent. If it is conservative, it should be more secure!
Wang Zijia, who didn't have much time to think, felt the golden balance in his mind vibrate more and more violently. It seemed that if he didn't get it done quickly, the balance would be unable to hold it.
He reached out decisively and touched the front.
'Temporary causes and conditions, after a hundred years, each will follow the six paths and have no connection with each other. '
As Wang Zijia touched the handwritten poem on the front, the pages in front of him also bloomed with golden light.
The next moment, in the entire silver-white space, endless silver unknown energy rushed towards Wang Zijia crazily, completely submerging Wang Zijia in it.
Wang Zijia fell into a trance again, this time completely losing consciousness.
······
"boom!"
"bump!"
"Fahui? Fahui?"
In a daze, Wang Zijia felt strong fluctuations in the spell, and the energy level was so exaggerated that his heart trembled. There were calls in my ears.
Wang Zijia woke up faintly, and saw a vast expanse of white, with countless things squirming.
It seems to be a skeleton?
The endless sea of skeletons is constantly surging.
Turning around and looking next to him, he saw a bald young man wearing a cassock, looking at him suspiciously, his face full of questions.
It seemed that he was the one who spoke just now, seemed to be talking to himself?
'Fahui? Are you calling yourself? '
Subconsciously, he lowered his head and realized that he was actually wearing a cassock. He reached out and touched the top of his head, feeling refreshed.
"boom!"
The strong spiritual energy fluctuation made Wang Zijia raise her head subconsciously.
What did he see? ? ?
Above the nine heavens, giant Buddhas and bloody skeletons were fighting, surrounded by smaller Vajra Arhats and frightened demons.
Looking around, the monks in the Infant God Realm were fighting like soldiers in the sea of skeletons. Although they were not as small as soldiers, they were probably on the same level as the one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals in myths and legends!
Well, at this moment Wang Zijia is one of the one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals who are sent to catch the demon in the fairy tale!
who I am?
where am I?
What do I want to do?
Entering the ghost realm normally, shouldn't he see a dilapidated area similar to a ghost ship?
Now what the hell is this?
Traveled through time again?
Or have you entered unlimited streaming?
At this moment, Wang Zijia was completely confused!
"Fahui, Fahui? Have you been attacked by the demonic soul?" Beside him, the young monk looked at him blankly. As he called again, the rosary in his hand bloomed with spiritual light, and a spiritual dharma fell towards Wang Zijia.
Wang Zijia's whole body was filled with excitement and he instantly entered the sage state.
The mush in my mind quickly cleared up.
I should have entered the dark and mysterious realm!
It's just that it's not a conventional abandoned world, but an extremely special world of the living, like a peach blossom garden.
And for unknown reasons (probably because of the golden finger), he seemed to have entered the infinite flow mode and had an indigenous identity!
A Buddhist identity, Dharma Wisdom?
So before [choosing], was it choosing an identity or a camp?
Is this treacherous realm a war treacherous realm?
The battlefield of eternal recurrence?
But... isn't this treacherous realm a bit exaggerated? Those who fight in the sky, with their fluctuations and power, are at least earthly immortals, right?
Are the gods and Buddhas in the sky reincarnating forever in the mysterious realm?
Although Shi Ni is exaggerating, he is not exaggerating to this extent, right?
Wang Zijia always felt that something was wrong!
Also, given the identity, why wasn’t there any setting information or memory related to the identity?
Since it is similar to Infinite Streaming and the identity is implanted, shouldn't relevant information be given? How did you get the golden finger?
Is it because I came in through choice? Didn’t I just enter the treacherous realm directly like an ordinary person?
Or maybe the time I selected just now was too long, which affected Goldfinger’s identity setting for me?
"It's better!" When Wang Zijia missed the telex, the young monk next to him asked Wang Zijia with concern.
"Well, it's better!" Wang Zijia calmed down slightly, suppressed the thought of exploding, and replied.
"That's good. It's your first time to participate in the battle with the creatures of the underworld. Be careful. You should be more careful about the demon souls in the dark than these skeletons." The young monk warned.
As he spoke, he threw out a string of rosary beads, and 108 rosary beads rushed into the sea of bones like cannonballs, smashing down the skeletons.
Wang Zijia: "······"
This Nima is also a baby god! ! !
But the boundless sea of skeletons in front of us is not that exaggerated. Most of them are skeletons offering sacrifices to wine and real people. They are just minions... what the heck!
Is this ghost battlefield so exaggerated? ! ! !
A real person is a miscellaneous soldier, and the infant god is not as good as a dog!
Wang Zijia collected his thoughts and stopped worrying about why he came here for the time being. Instead, he began to observe his own situation.
I saw that they were on a hilltop at the moment, with a bunch of bald heads meditating and recovering behind them.
Golden runes flew out from the heads of the bald heads one by one, converging in the sky, forming a hemisphere of huge pale golden light covering the top of the mountain, guarding the resting bald monks.
And young monks like him were fighting against the mask, seemingly taking turns.
When you get tired, you go in and take turns with one of the densely packed bald heads inside the mask.
Looking around, we can see a lot of golden light shields in the entire sea of bones.
At the core of the mask, there are three words flashing: Three Realms Temple!
There are flashing words like this in every light mask around. It should be an ancient force?
So this is an endless battlefield between ancient Buddhism and the devil?
In his thoughts, Wang Zijia discovered that he had not attacked for a long time, and among the bald heads resting behind him with the mask still on, someone was already looking at him. Their probing eyes were inquiring, to the effect of: Do they need to be rotated?
Seeing this, Wang Zijia carefully threw a lava fireball.
"Boom!"
The fireball exploded, blowing up a piece of skull. No one around him looked strange, as if this was the spell he was supposed to know.
Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, in terms of identity setting, at least he didn't have to worry about spells.
But the next moment, Wang Zijia was shocked to find that he could not escape into the sea of consciousness, nor could he sense his own magic weapon!
This is wrong, it should be that he can only perceive a small space around the golden scale, and cannot perceive the boundless sea of chaotic consciousness, let alone the sea of consciousness of the demon seeder.
And all over his body, apart from a robe and monk's robe, there is only an identity talisman from the Three Realms Temple.
The physical appearance hasn't changed, it's still the same.
This is my own physical appearance, but it doesn’t seem to be me?
Is it a fantasy?
Something is wrong!
While Wang Zijia pressed the light mask and mindlessly bombarded the sea of skeletons, he observed everything around him, and various thoughts popped up in his mind!
To this day, he is still confused.
The main reason is that he was not given any information, and was suddenly thrown into such a battlefield of monsters and turned into a little monk fighting with people. Anyone else would be confused.
He didn't even know what he was going to do next.
If he hadn't had an understanding of the infinite flow of the heavens in his previous life, and his ability to accept it was pretty good, he wouldn't even be able to determine the basic situation at this moment.
For a while, Wang Zijia didn't understand the specific situation.
"Bald donkeys of Sanjie Temple, I will fight with you!"
In the sky, the huge flesh-and-blood skeleton suddenly let out a clear female voice.
The next moment, flesh and blood spilled all over the sky, falling into the sea of skeletons, and skeletons of flesh and blood were born.
Just like a monkey plucking its hair, in the blink of an eye, the skeletons doubled, and they were all flesh and blood skeletons!
"Be careful, this is evil, don't be contaminated, it will be very troublesome to purify!" Beside him, the young monk who was obviously a good friend reminded him in time.
"Huh?" Wang Zijia's eyes lit up when he heard this.
"Boom!"
He took a few steps forward and no longer clung to the light mask behind him.
During the fluctuation of mana, lava fireballs were thrown out one after another, causing blood and flesh to fly around.
"Fahui, what are you doing? Be careful not to do it to me!"
"You shouldn't have practiced any fire technique in the first place!"
"······"
Beside them, the monks who were fighting together began to talk one by one. The already chaotic battlefield became even more chaotic with a flurry of chaos.
During this process, Wang Zijia quietly stepped on a ball of flesh and blood that had not yet had time to turn into a flesh and blood skeleton.
"Value +20,000!"
Wang Zijia's eyes were frighteningly bright as he watched the value gain.
'Isn't this a fantasy? '
'Is there really a ghostly realm full of gods and Buddhas fighting each other? ? ? ! ! ! '
'Otherwise, why would a small amount of pollution be worth 20,000 degrees? '
Thoughts continued, and Wang Zijia's movements never stopped.
Continuously bombing the flesh and blood skeletons around them that had become much stronger, and specifically looking for flesh and blood falling from the sky to attack.
The surrounding battlefield is becoming more and more chaotic, and even the light shields are starting to flicker, indicating that they are running out of mana.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a monk's corpse fell from the sky and fell into the sea of skeletons not far away.
"Gulu!" Wang Zijia swallowed subconsciously.
He clearly saw that the monk died when he fell.
Several golden lights emerged from Jin Cancan's body, and they fell to the surrounding area with them. Relics, magic weapons, and golden rune blocks were scattered everywhere!
Pollution is real, so this immortal Buddha died before our eyes...
"Venerable Zongyu!"
"Senior Zongyu!"
"Zongyu Bodhisattva!"
"······"
Because they were not far from their light formation, a group of bald heads were rushing over there.
Seeing this, Wang Zijia no longer hesitated and rushed decisively.
Next to him, the young monk who first awakened Wang Zijia moved the fastest. He rushed to the mutilated body first, picked up the body and ran back.
Another monk caught the largest light group on the ground: the golden light relic, which should be something similar to the precipitated inheritance.
(End of chapter)
