(The knife in the heart hurts others and hurts oneself at the same time)

The words were divided into two parts. Mo Yun and Mu Zhizhi entered through the temple gate on the back of the stone arhat and saw that the scenery around them changed and they came to a Gobi wilderness.

The Gobi was surrounded by windy rocks and gentle yellow sand. Although the surrounding scenery was bright, when the two of them raised their heads, they could only see a starry sky.

In the distance, I saw 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 on it densely, and when you look closely, it was still breathing, 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 body of the cauldron was embossed with wars and disputes in the world, and the jungle was full of predators. But there was a regular gap at the bottom of the cauldron, which was long.

Half a foot, half an inch wide.

Under the tripod sits a carved stone lotus pedestal engraved with the four characters "full of blood, enlightenment". Next to the pedestal is a sword.

Mu Zhizhi frowned and looked at the humans and animals hanging on the boulder, and said: "There is such a bloodthirsty mechanism in front of the Buddhist gate. How can you say this?"

Mo Yun stepped forward and spread 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 once again, the 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 move this cauldron even half a cent. Zhizhi, it seems we really have to start killing people." Mo Yun said.

Mu Zhizhi walked to the cauldron to check, but there was really no clue about the large bronze cauldron except for the rectangular gap at the bottom. But what was 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. Fortunately, he wiped the person's neck with a knife. Seeing this, Mu Zhizhi hurriedly grabbed Mo Yun's hand and said, "Mo Yun

Brother, is this really necessary?"

Mo Yun was hesitant. He saw that the person under his palm was tied up with ropes, his eyes were slightly adjusted, as if he was unconscious.

"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 quickly dropped his hand but only heard 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, then he 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 a "dang" sound...

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 into pieces, there was still no result.

At this time, Mu Zhizhi's eyes began to stare at the Jie Dao beside the lotus platform. He stooped down and picked up the Jie Dao. The knife was covered with red rust and was neither blue nor gray in color. There were small teeth on the blade.

It has been hundreds of years since he looked like this. 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 with my sky-cutting sword?"

Mu Zhi said: "Since I put it here, maybe it will work. Just be slow when you start, I'm afraid."

Life is 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 skin began to tear and bleed. But at this moment, Mo Yun suddenly felt like his neck was...

It was bitten by something. He wiped his neck and didn't pay attention, but as he continued to pull Mo Yun, he realized that the matter was 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 body skills to heal the wound on Mo Yun's neck, he saw the wound on the man's body.

It actually 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, your head would be in a different place by now."

..”

Mo Yun's eyes began to turn cold as he looked at the sword in his hand, and 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 on 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 body, he carried the body and poured blood into the bronze cauldron. After a while, Mo Yun's face began to turn pale, and Mu Zhizhi saw that something was wrong, and waved his hand to Mo Yun.

The body in Yun's hand fell to the ground. He quickly helped Mo Yun sit down and took out the jade flute. Suddenly, a green light came out from the jade flute and protected Mo Yun. The green light healed the wound, and Mo Yun's face also slowly moved.

Slowly the blood color returned.

"Continue..." Mo Yun said.

Mu Zhizhi was helpless. He originally wanted to cut blood for Mo Yun, but Mo Yun did not have the fox clan's rejuvenation method. 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 is getting fuller and fuller, but Mo Yun's body is getting weaker and weaker. For the demon clan, blood essence is second only to the inner elixir of cultivation. If the inner elixir is used as a body technique,

In the grain field, the essence and blood are the soldiers and horses that transport grain 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 in the cauldron. The wooden branch stood aside and watched Mo Yun. He knew that Mo Yun was too eager to see it.

The desire to become the Lion King became stronger and stronger especially after Lan Feng reached the top of the Demon King.

"He is destined to carry the mountain-moving demon flag." This is what the Lion King said to Mo Yun before leaving. But now these words have become Mo Yun's shackles, and they have to be carried by this wild and unruly blue sea beast.

Climbed a mountain too big for him to move.

Suddenly, Mu Zhizhi saw that Mo Yun's figure was 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 wanted to look inside the cauldron, he saw

For some unknown reason, the blood quickly began to seep into the four walls of the bronze cauldron!

"What...what's going on?" The blood on Mo Yun's face was thin now. The scene just now made him furious again, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out. Mu Zhizhi shook his head and could only steady himself.

Shape, but couldn't 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?! If you cut the blood in this cauldron again, would the outcome change?

?!This is an obstacle to gods and Buddhas! You will die here!"

Mo Yun sat on the ground looking up to the sky

, he murmured: "The Yishan Demon Flag has fallen... Only the Lion King knows about it. Now that the Huntian Demon Flag has returned to its place, if we can get the Yishan Demon Flag, Lanfeng's plan to resurrect Phoenix will go a step further.

The days of liberating the demon tribe will also be shortened by one day.

In the past five hundred years, you and I have lived together in the underworld. You should know how your life has been. How long have we not seen the green mountains in the world? How long have we not drank in front of the sea of ​​clouds. Now the Lion King is right in front of us.

, how do you ask me to retreat? How to retreat!"

Mo Yun's eyes turned red when he said this. 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 pieces.

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 to grab the broken blade.

He slashed the hand arm, 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 aside to look at the other broken blade. Within a few breaths, he seemed to have discovered something.

"Zhizhi, stop rowing, look quickly!" 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 from the inner wall of the cauldron at a speed visible to the naked eye, filling the entire cauldron in an instant. But the blood flow did not stop, and slowly overflowed from the cauldron, soaking the 300-meter stone arch!

Then the blood shed a red light, gradually 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 shocked when they saw it, and then heard a loud voice ringing in their ears. The voice said: "When you pick up the butcher's knife, killing a living being means killing yourself. Cutting off the butcher's knife means giving up the thought of killing indiscriminately."

"Put down the butcher's 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. If you turn around, you will find 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 in one day by Buddhist scriptures. 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 Hong Yin was the oral message left by Manjusri. Although they now knew that there were people in the God Clan who secretly helped the Demon Clan, it was still difficult to distinguish between friends and foes based on these mechanisms.

"boom"!!

At this time, the bronze door opened, and waves of heat came from the dim 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 hint of familiarity from this heat wave.

Heartbeat, after more than five hundred years, they finally felt the faith they once followed again, and the weak heartbeats came from the heat wave.
Chapter completed!