Jin sects such as Zhenwu Sect, Xuantian Sect, Xijiange, Huanhua Sword Sect, Qingchen Sect and Dajiang Clan were invited by the Shaolin Temple and sent their masters to bring their young disciples to discuss martial arts together.
In fact, this conference is an opportunity for talented young disciples from various sects to compete and learn more, and to broaden their knowledge.
However, due to the intervention of the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation, the disciples of various sects fell into the space of Six Paths of Reincarnation.
The fate of the Time Knife interfered with time and space, causing Qingjing to reveal his secret death and retain his true spirit, slightly changing his future destiny, making the originally confusing apocalypse even more bizarre.
What does the Time Knife, or the remaining will of the Emperor of Heaven, want to do? !
From the Demon Buddha on the other shore to the Dharmakaya Han Guang, everyone's heart is filled with infinite doubts.
Decades ago, a peerless genius emerged from the Mie Tian Clan in the Nine Paths of Demons. He condensed into a demon body before he was even fifty, and was almost comparable to the Demon Emperor in the Mythical Age. His surname is Han and his name is Guang. He calls himself the "Magician" and is so powerful that no one dares to disobey him.
Han Guang then fought a decisive battle with Shaolin abbot Kong Wen. With the help of the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Space, he joined forces with another Dharma Body to imprison Kong Wen and pretend to be him.
No one suspected that Kong Wen was being impersonated, because Han Guang had just condensed into the demon body for less than a year at that time, and Kong Wen was a long-standing magic master, ranking third on the Heavenly Ranking.
But now, Han Guang's heart sank to the bottom after being exposed by Taoist Shoujing who was holding the Time Knife. If he were outside, he would not be afraid at all.
Shoujing is only half a step into the Dharmakaya, and even if he holds the magic weapon Time Sword, he can only compete with him.
However, this is the Shaolin Temple. There are countless relics of eminent monks to suppress them. The magic weapon Ananda Sword cannot be underestimated. This is only the power on the surface. As a thousand-year-old sect, Shaolin also secretly hides other forces that can compete with the Dharmakaya. .
Moreover, Su Wuming is also a difficult opponent. If other eminent monks hold the Ananda Sword, their strength will rise to the next level. If it is delayed for a long time and wait until other righteous dharma bodies come to support and rescue the monk Kongwen in the back mountain, then is real trouble.
Suddenly, the magician Han Guang was shocked to realize that the big net he had weaved in the Shaolin Temple could not only catch others, but also restrain himself.
And the root of everything actually comes from the Time Knife.
"The Emperor of Heaven... His will is really unpredictable..."
Kong Wen, who had white eyebrows and a long face, held a nine-ringed tin staff, bowed his head, and chanted the Buddha's name to cover up the turbulent emotions in his heart and avoid being noticed by others.
For some unknown reason, after Taoist Shoujing glanced at Jia Kongwen, there was not much movement, just normal discussion.
The topic was moved from the Six Paths to the two major Six Path organizations of mythology and immortality.
"Using the name Immortal God without revealing his real name? How could there be so many unknown masters in this world! It could not be that it is an organization secretly jointly established by some ambitious people from various factions!"
"I propose that all major sects join forces to thoroughly investigate this matter!"
Taoist Shouzhuo snorted, as if he had guessed part of the truth.
The Lord of Myths, the magician Han Guang heard it in vain and said without changing his expression: "What you said makes sense. If there is any harvest in the future, Shaolin is willing to share it with all sects."
Looking at the master of the myth, the magician Han Guang, Taoist Shoujing held the Time Sword and said meaningfully: "The Xuantian Sect is also the same. If any trace of the person in the myth is found, he will be cut into pieces to avenge our disciples! "
"Good, good!"
Jiakongwen put his hands together and showed compassion on his face.
In the end, several sects reached an agreement to jointly investigate the fairy tales and myths. The two major organizations had just come to an end, and Taoist Shoujing left with Qingjing's body.
After a turmoil, the handyman monk Meng Qi made a class jump by getting to know the talented disciples of various families. He was promoted from the handyman academy to the martial monk academy, and his junior brother Zhenhui accompanied him.
Xuan Ku, who was in charge of promotion, took a deep look at Meng Qi and said calmly: "When you enter the Wu Monk Academy, all your efforts are useless. Only by understanding Zen principles, being calm and calm, not being anxious or discouraged, and practicing hard can you be successful. Righteous way, in this aspect, Zhenhui is better than you."
"Is it okay to make assumptions about the existence of things without hearing or seeing them? Uncle Xuanku, if you are obsessed with it, it will be like falling into the endless hell." Meng Qi has never been someone who is wronged. If there are no other things to worry about, he will be justified. Will fight for it.
At the end, Meng Qi specially put his hands together solemnly and said, "Namo Amitabha."
Xuan Ku was originally an upright person, but after being polluted by the magician Han Guang for many years, he went to extremes. He was upright and far-fetched and tended to fall into the devil's path. He disregarded his Buddhist heart and made arrogant assumptions to impose his own will on Meng. On Qi, realize the world in your own understanding.
He decided that Meng Qi was just a sweet talker and tried his best to please the guests from various sects.
"If you don't have a Zen heart and try to use your words to gain advantage, you will be expelled from Shaolin in the future." Xuan Ku scolded him and left coldly.
Meng Qi chuckled. Being able to speak well is also a skill!
At this time, Zhenhui held the broom tightly with both hands and looked at Meng Qi doubtfully: "Brother, are we going to the Monk Academy?"
"Of course, you just reacted?" Meng Qi looked at Zhenhui in shock. He had been talking to Xuanchi and Xuanku for a while. Isn't this speed of reaction too shocking?
Zhenhui showed an innocent smile and said, "We are one step closer to the 'Tathagata Divine Palm'."
Phew, Meng Qi spat out and had to admit that he couldn't keep up with the fool's train of thought.
Touching Zhenhui's head, Meng Qi sighed: "Why is Tathagata Palm so easy to learn?"
Zhenhui was puzzled. He looked into the distance and said thoughtfully, "Isn't it difficult to learn?"
"The Heavenly Emperor's Jade Book, how could he be so eager to learn!"
Xuantian Sect, Jade Emperor Summit, under the majestic statue of the Heavenly Emperor, it seems that all the heavens and worlds are in sight.
Taoist Shoujing's face was simple and he said calmly: "Every calamity and every difficulty is just tempering. If you don't go through thousands of calamities, you won't become a deity."
"Life is a life of calamity."
The body of the little Taoist priest Qingyuan was placed in front of him, as if there was no breath.
This is the calamity of life and death.
Taoist Shou Jie showed compassion on his face and sighed: "Qing Jing has not passed through this calamity."
"Senior brother, we have become immortals. It's too late to say anything." Taoist Shouzhuo gritted his teeth and said, "What we can do is to avenge our disciples."
Taoist Shoujing said leisurely: "It is up to him to understand Qingyuan's fate."
What? !
What's the meaning!
The two Taoists Shou Zhuo and Shou Jie were immediately shocked. How can a person be resurrected after death? What does the master mean by his words? !
I saw Taoist Shoujing stepping out, like the Emperor of Heaven stepping on time, his quiet and gentle temperament suddenly became majestic and majestic, holding the long knife that seemed to be condensed over time. The ancient long sword suddenly became sparkling and mysterious.
With this sword strike, time and space will be cut off!
With this cut, the years will turn back!
With this sword strike, he will be resurrected from the dead!
With the true spirit in hand, he manipulated time changes on a small scale, and the originally bloody corpse gradually healed. To be more precise, it was reversed, moving towards a certain time, towards the time when Qingjing was still alive.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound sounded, as if the head was reattached. Qingjing raised his head in a daze and saw the tall and solemn statue of the Emperor of Heaven. He quietly watched the time flow in the world of mortals and looked down indifferently at the flow of the long river and the changes of the years.
The melodious voice of the head Shoujing Taoist came to my ears:
"Yesterday's things died yesterday, today's things are born today."
"From now on, you are Taoist Qingyuan!"
Qingyuan!
Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun!
Qingyuan Miao Daofu You Taiyi Zhenjun Huimin Benevolent Saint Emperor!
The wonderful way of Qingyuan protects the country and protects the country. The true king of Chongning is the great emperor of Sichuan and Shu. His mighty spirit manifests as the heaven!
He is the head of the three generations of disciples of Yuxu Palace, and the creator who most hopes to achieve the other side.
Erlangshen, or Zhenhui.
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Time passed by, and Meng Qi became a member of the Monk Academy, and his benefits were significantly improved. In the past, a group of people lived together in the Monk Academy.
The Zen room in the Wu Monk Monastery is for two people. Meng Qi naturally shares a room with his junior fellow apprentice Zhenhui, who has the best relationship with him.
In this way, you can keep secrets without fear of being spied on by outsiders.
Life in the martial arts monastery was extremely boring. After several days of carrying water, literacy, and practicing martial arts, he found that the mark of reincarnation did not change him much. One day, Meng Qi made up his mind and found a reason to return to the meditation room to practice "Shaolin Heart". Law".
In fact, meditate on the futon and touch the samsara mark in the palm of your hand.
It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided. People are coming to him. It's not his character to always be a coward.
Mang King Kong has always been Mang King Kong!
Just like the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation pulling people in, the Reincarnation Seal reflected a faint light, drawing Meng Qi into the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
The vast Six Paths of Reincarnation is like a thousand worlds rotating in six directions. The Qingtai in front is as high as a mountain and as big as a star, but there is no one there. A sense of silence and emptiness fills the entire space.
The six-color glazed light shone brightly, making Meng Qi's mouth grow bigger and bigger.
If the six realms of reincarnation space are ethereal and mysterious, this reincarnation space is vast, simple, supreme and vast!
"Hey, is anyone there?!"
"anyone there?!"
Meng Qi pretended to be brave and shouted loudly, he was here anyway.
A ridiculing voice sounded in the void: "Tsk, tsk, is this the new member? He looks so weak."
"Yeah, but I'm a little weak. I should drink some animal milk to replenish my health." Another childish voice sounded.
Meng Qi's face suddenly darkened. How powerful could I, a new Shaolin Temple monk, be?
Also, why is there still animal milk in this reincarnation space? Does the Lord of Reincarnation here even accept unweaned children? !
"Su Meng, Meng Qi, come forward!"
A majestic and sacred voice sounded, the infinite mist dispersed, and the sacred golden bridge came across the Yellow Spring and the Styx River, seemingly hundreds of millions of miles away.
The Wangchuan River on the road to Huangquan, the bridge on the Wangchuan River, the bridge on the Wangchuan River, the present life, and the next life.
"How to walk on this bridge?!"
Meng Qi frowned
The previous teasing voice in the void sounded again, pointing: "Young man from the human race, this bridge can be crossed by your heart, and you can walk by your soul."
"Heart?" Meng Qi looked strange. Mang Jingang only knew his head but not his heart.
Meng Qi looked at the golden bridge and the turbid river water, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and walked up. After all this time, it would be a pity not to leave.
The moment Meng Qi stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, the underworld exploded, the Styx River rolled, and all the Yin water stood up.
It seems that there are hundreds of millions of heavenly soldiers and generals, thousands of Bodhisattvas and arhats, and countless monsters and saints coming to seek their lives. The vast number of innocent souls is about to crowd the Underworld and the River Styx.
Demon Buddha Ananda is a ruthless character. His shadow can be found in the unification of the ancient demon clans, the collapse of the ancient heaven, the demon lord's attack on the sky, the Battle of the Gods, the Journey to the West and the calamity, the extinction of ten thousand Buddhas, the chaos of the earth, and the end of the Middle Ages.
He can be called a fighter among villains, the mastermind behind the scenes who has been active in all the worlds.
As the alter ego of the Demon Buddha, Meng Qi naturally bears a certain amount of karma.
Now it is manifested in the state of mind. Although it is not a real ghost, it is still majestic and spectacular.
The void suddenly became silent, and he remembered the voice that had just pointed him out, and said helplessly: "I was mistaken. He is indeed a ruthless character."
"I didn't expect that you would harm so many immortals, Buddhas, gods, demons and monsters."
Meng Qi looked at the hundreds of millions of ghosts asking for their lives and was dumbfounded. He quickly said: "I'm not, I didn't, I didn't do anything!"
He is just a weak, helpless, and edible little monk. Since time traveling, he has not even killed a chicken and only ate three pure meats. How could he have so many enemies?
"It is indeed troublesome." The majestic voice in the void sighed, and then shouted: "Those who recite my true name will gain eternal life on the road to reincarnation!"
Meng Qi inexplicably felt that this sentence sounded familiar, and he saw a huge stone tablet rising slowly, suppressing the waves of blood, and seeing his true name in reincarnation.
Four words are engraved on the stone tablet: Emperor of Man and Emperor of Heaven.
"Human Emperor!" Meng Qi shouted immediately without thinking.
A ray of skylight falls, shining thousands of miles away, and the path of reincarnation suddenly becomes clear, leading those who are destined to go straight to the other shore.
At the end of the other shore, there is a three-life stone standing.
The Sansheng Stone is located on the bank of the Wangchuan River. A green triangular stone tablet is shining with a faint light. The three stone tablets are arranged and intersected with each other, depicting the underworld and the world of mortals.
This life, next life, past life, these six characters are like inscriptions on the great road.
No matter what race, universe, or system, you can decipher its meaning the moment you see it.
[Seeing the true self in the road of reincarnation]
【There is no name for you on the journey of three lives】
"Three reincarnations?!"
Meng Qi was shocked, thinking of the hundreds of millions of evil ghosts who had just claimed his life, including immortals, bodhisattvas, demons, and demons. He couldn't help but laugh at himself: "Am I a peerless devil in my previous life?"
Unable to hold back my curiosity, I looked over and saw a figure emerging.
He is wearing a dark gold cassock, his eyes are indifferent, and his temperament is pure, but he presents a shadow that seems to be nothing. This is a black body that fills the sky above the sea of the soul, with nine heads and twenty-six faces, with different expressions. , or angry, or hateful, or cold, all showing different negative emotions.
This is not the end. Immediately after the Bodhi Light turns, the glass is clear and pure, and a pale golden Buddha emerges. The heavens and the world are ringing, and the sound of grand and solemn chanting is endless.
The Buddha held the Bodhi Tree and gently brushed it. The Demon Buddha was like a mosquito condensed in amber, maintaining its original posture, unable to fight back, and helplessly watching himself being sealed deep in the spiritual mountain!
This is the Dao Fruit. Even if it is half a Dao Fruit, it has absolute power and can easily suppress the other side.
The young monk Meng Qi couldn't understand it, so he just said in disbelief: "Could it be that I was Monkey King in my previous life?"
The people in the painting don’t have monkey hair either!
The flow of brilliance and changes in the picture do not end, but go back.
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