(The knife in the heart hurts others and hurts oneself at the same time)
The words were divided into two parts. After Mo Yun and Mu Zhizhi entered the temple gate on the back of the stone arhat, they saw that the scenery around them changed and they came to a Gobi wilderness.
The Gobi Desert is surrounded by windy rocks and yellow sand. Although the surrounding scenery is bright, when the two of them raised their heads, they could only see a starry sky.
In the distance, there is a huge arch of rock piled in the shape of a door, more than 300 meters long and 50 meters high at the top. There were all kinds of people and animals hanging densely on it, and when you looked closely, they were still breathing and obviously not dead.
Mo Yun and the two walked under the stone arch and saw a large cauldron. This cauldron looked like a bronze, with two ears and three legs. The cauldron's body was embossed with wars and disputes in the world and the jungle of the jungle. But there is a regular gap at the bottom of the cauldron, half a foot long and half an inch wide.
Under the tripod sits a carved stone lotus platform engraved with the four characters "full of blood, enlightenment". Next to the platform is a sword.
Mu Zhizhi frowned and looked at the humans and animals hanging on the boulder. He said, "There is such a bloodthirsty mechanism in front of the Buddhist gate. How can you say this?"
Mo Yun stepped forward and stretched out his arms to hold the bronze cauldron. He opened his legs eight times and moved his body energy into his waist and shouted: "Get up!"
But again, this bronze tripod was missing and untouched, as if it were embedded in the stone lotus platform.
"I have used the strength of moving mountains but I can't shake this cauldron even half a cent. Zhizhi, it seems we really have to start killing." Mo Yun said.
Mu Zhizhi walked to the cauldron to check, but apart from the rectangular gap at the bottom, there was really no clue about the large bronze cauldron. But what is the purpose of this rectangular gap?
After thinking about it for a long time, Mo Yun couldn't help but beckoned and pulled a person off the boulder, and wiped the person's neck with a knife. Upon seeing this, Mu Zhizhi hurriedly grabbed Mo Yun's hand and said, "Brother Mo Yun, are you really going to do this?"
Mo Yun hesitated. He saw that the person under his palm was tied up with ropes, and his eyes were slightly adjusted, as if he was delirious.
"Do we have any other options?" Mo Yun asked.
Mu Zhizhi bit his cheek and sighed. He slowly let go of his hand and turned away. An innocent life is not the difference between life and death. Mo Yun's quick hand fell, but there was only a "dang" sound.
"Zhizhi," Mo Yun was so embarrassed, "Are you sure this is a human body?"
Mu Zhizhi turned around and saw Mo Yun's hand resting on the man's neck, and then tapped it with his fingers, "Bang Bang!" Two crisp sounds sounded.
Mo Yun was amused for a while: "I don't know what the hell this is, but since it's not a human being, I won't be polite." After saying that, the airflow in his hand rotated to summon the nine-ring silver-backed Heaven-Slaying Sword, and injected it into the gold-splitting stone. Movement skills, but when Mo Yun slashed down, he only heard the sound of "dang"...
Their eyelids began to twitch, wondering what kind of thing this human body was that could be invulnerable. Mo Yun became angry for a moment and picked several more human and animal bodies from the rock, but after cutting them apart, there was still no result.
At this time, Mu Zhizhi began to stare at the Jie Dao beside the lotus platform. He stooped down and picked up the sword. The sword was covered with red rust and was neither blue nor gray in color. The blade was full of small teeth. I am afraid it could not have looked like this in hundreds of years. The handle of the knife was wrapped with bloody gauze, and the word "butcher's knife" was written on the handle.
He weighed the sword, handed it to Mo Yun and said, "How about trying this thing?"
Mo Yun took the sword and said, "Can this broken sword compare to my sky-cutting sword?"
Mu Zhi said: "Since I put it here, maybe it can work. Just be slow when you start, I'm afraid something will be weird."
Mo Yun held the Jie Dao and looked around. He put the blade on the man's neck and pulled it little by little. Sure enough, the man's flesh began to tear and bleed. But at this moment, Mo Yun suddenly felt as if his neck was bitten by something. He wiped his neck and didn't pay attention, but as he continued to pull Mo Yun, he realized that things were not simple.
As the force increased, blood began to ooze from Mo Yun's own neck. Upon seeing this, Mu Zhizhi immediately stopped Mo Yun. After he used his physical skills to heal the wound on Mo Yun's neck, he saw that the wound on the man's body had also healed as before.
Mu Zhizhi said: "What a cruel method of binding the body. This Jie Dao should be able to connect the knife holder with the victim's body. Fortunately, you didn't do it quickly. If not, you would have been dead by now." ..”
Mo Yun looked at the Jie Dao in his hand and his eyes began to turn cold. He said, "Since we are taking blood, we don't have to cut the vital parts. I can still withstand the pain!"
After saying that, Mo Yun grabbed the sword and made a gash in the man's arm. Blood immediately surged out, and the same wound appeared on Mo Yun's arm.
"Mo Yun!" Mu Zhizhi shouted.
Mo Yun waved his hand, and while using his body skills to stabilize his figure, he carried the human body and poured blood into the bronze cauldron. After a while, Mo Yun's face began to turn pale. Mu Zhizhi saw that something was wrong, and knocked the body in Mo Yun's hand to the ground with a wave of his hand. He quickly helped Mo Yun sit down and held out the jade flute. Suddenly, a green light emitted from the jade flute and protected Mo Yun. The green light healed the wound, and the color on Mo Yun's face slowly returned.
"Continue..." Mo Yun said.
Mu Zhizhi was helpless. He originally wanted to cut Mo Yun's blood, but Mo Yun didn't have the fox clan's method of rejuvenation. In order to preserve his strength, Mu Zhizhi had no choice but to let Mo Yun continue bleeding.
In this way, the blood in the bronze cauldron became more and more full, but Mo Yun's body became more and more weak. Essence and blood are second only to the inner elixir of cultivation for the demon clan. If the inner elixir is used as a food storage ground for body skills, the essence and blood are the soldiers and horses that transport food and grass.
Mo Yun stood up again, holding his forehead. He walked to the bronze cauldron, supported the edge of the cauldron with his hands, and leaned down to look at the blood inside the cauldron. Mu Zhizhi watched Mo Yun from the side. He knew that Mo Yun was too eager to see the Lion King, especially after Lanfeng climbed to the top of the Demon King, this desire became stronger and stronger.
"He is destined to carry the mountain-moving demon flag." This is what the Lion King said to Mo Yun before he left. But now these words have become Mo Yun's shackles, letting this wild and unruly blue sea beast carry it on his back. Climbing a mountain too big for him to move.
Suddenly, Mu Zhizhi saw Mo Yun's figure shaking, and a mouthful of blood spurted into the cauldron. He hurriedly went up to form a seal with his hands to send a burst of vitality to Mo Yun. When he looked inside the cauldron, he saw that the blood began to seep into the four walls of the bronze cauldron quickly for some unknown reason!
"What...what's going on?" The blood on Mo Yun's face was thin at this moment. The scene just now made him furious again, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood. Mu Zhizhi shook his head and could only help him stabilize his figure, but could not help Mo Yun at all...
"Here comes the knife..." Mo Yun ignored the others and reached out to touch the butcher knife...
"That's enough!" Mu Zhizhi grabbed the butcher knife and shouted, "Didn't you see that all the blood in the cauldron was absorbed by this broken cauldron?! Even if you cut the blood in this cauldron again, would the outcome change? ?! This is an obstacle to the gods and Buddhas! You will die here!"
Mo Yun sat on the ground with his head raised to the sky. He murmured: "The Yishan Demon Flag has fallen...only the Lion King knows. Now that the Huntian Demon Flag has returned to its place, if we can get the Yishan Demon Flag, Lan Feng will be able to resurrect Phoenix." The plan will be further advanced, and the days of liberating the demon clan will be shortened by one day.
For the past five hundred years, you and I have been living together in the underworld. You should know how your life is going. How long has it been since we saw the green mountains outside the world? It’s been a long time since I drank in front of the sea of clouds. Now the Lion King is right in front of me, how do you ask me to retreat? How to retreat! "
Mo Yun's eyes turned red when he said this, and he stretched out his hand towards the butcher knife in Mu Zhizhi's hand. Mu Zhizhi gritted his teeth and threw the butcher knife to the ground. He shot out a violent aura with his backhand and broke the butcher knife into two pieces.
Mo Yun was stunned for a moment. He did not look at Mu Zhizhi but continued to walk towards the broken blade step by step. He picked up the broken blade and dragged an animal body to the side of the cauldron. Mu Zhizhi turned around and stepped forward, grabbed the broken blade and slashed the hand-carrying arm. He raised his bleeding arm and said, "You just lost too much blood. Let me do it this time."
Mo Yun's eyes dimmed, he said nothing, and glanced to the side to look at the other broken blade. Within a few breaths, he seemed to have discovered something.
"Zhizhi, stop rowing, look!" Mo Yun shouted.
After hearing this, Mu Zhizhi stopped bleeding and looked at what Mo Yun was pointing at. There was a regular rectangular protrusion on the broken mark of the other broken blade, which happened to fit in with the gap in the cauldron.
Mu Zhizhi hurriedly stepped forward to pick up another broken blade. The two came to the edge of the cauldron and inserted the protrusion of the broken blade into the gap. They heard a "collapse" sound and the entire bronze cauldron began to tremble.
Blood seeped out of the inner wall of the cauldron at a speed visible to the naked eye, filling the entire cauldron in an instant. But the blood tide never stopped and slowly overflowed from the cauldron, soaking the 300-meter-long stone arch!
Then the blood shed a red light, bit by bit, re-infusing the lost power of Mo Yun and Mu Zhizhi into the two of them. When the two of them returned to their original state, they saw that the cauldron's transformation mechanism turned into a giant bronze door.
Mo Yun and Mu Zhizhi were surprised when they heard Hong Yin ringing in their ears again. The voice said: "With the butcher's knife in hand, killing a living being means killing oneself. Cutting off the butcher's knife means giving up the thought of killing indiscriminately."
"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. I am not interested in becoming a Buddha, but at least, after this, I will have less karma." Mo Yun murmured.
Mu Zhi said: "It's just this bronze door, how to open it?"
As soon as this question was uttered, the loud voice came from the sky again: "The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back will lead to the shore. If you take one step forward, you will be undone. Has the donor thought about it?"
Mu Zhizhi took a deep breath and said: "Listening to Manjushri's great wisdom, now we understand the principle of the butcher's knife. However, the suffering of all living beings cannot be overcome by Buddhist scriptures in one day. In this case, why not go down to this sea of suffering and share the ups and downs with all living beings?"
The two of them knew in their hearts that this Hongyin was the oral message left by Manjusri. Although it is now known that there are people in the God Clan who secretly help the Monster Clan, it is still difficult to distinguish friends from enemies based on these mechanisms.
"boom"! !
At this time, the bronze door opened, and waves of heat came from the ethereal red light inside. Mo Yun and Mu Zhizhi stood in front of the door, their faces flushed and their blood surging, because they felt a familiar heartbeat from the heat wave. After more than five hundred years, they finally felt the faith they once followed again. , the weak heartbeats came from the heat wave.
His name is "The Great Sage who Moves Mountains, the Blue Lion King"...
