Chapter 159: Yujian Sees Flying Boats in the Wild Sea
Chen Changsheng woke up suddenly.
His eyes suddenly looked towards the mansion.
"so……"
"Has she practiced the Purana Sutra?"
Chen Changsheng opened it and continued reading.
The more I looked at him, the more frightened I felt. The methods and Taoist rhymes described in this "Purana Sutra" are all traceable and are not unreasonable and fantasy.
So...
Reincarnation with memories of past lives is also true!!
"Rebirth and death, death and rebirth, it is not the death of the physical body, but the death of spiritual thoughts and memories."
Chen Changsheng frowned and turned to the next page, but the content behind it made Chen Changsheng a little suspicious.
"Not perfect..."
There was nothing wrong in the first half, but in the second half, it became a bit messy.
Especially in the section about cause and effect and past events, although the principles are stated, the basic methods are not stated.
In this way, the entire article becomes a half-finished product.
But even though it's half-complete, it doesn't mean that you can't achieve the goal of escaping the road of reincarnation by using this method. It just means...
There is a certain probability!
Memories of past lives may also disappear due to mistakes.
“I really dare to think and do it.”
But how can rebirth be easy?
It is not easy to write this Purana Sutra. It may take hundreds or thousands of years to perfect it to this extent.
When he reached the last page, Chen Changsheng also saw a line of writing.
[The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, and one can escape from it. This narrow opportunity is really hard to find. The one ten thousandth that is missing will eventually be difficult to make up. I wonder if there will be another chance in the next life.]
[Yuxuan remains in the fourth life]
Chen Changsheng frowned and began to think in his mind.
If we put it this way, this Purana Sutra should be incomplete.
If that was the case, how could she dare to reincarnate through this unperfected Purana?
"Aren't you afraid of making mistakes?"
"Could it be that there is a back-up plan?"
Chen Changsheng frowned. He looked at the Purana Sutra in his hand and suddenly had the idea of giving it a try.
The curse of the mayfly is also death.
That being the case...
If he borrows this "Purana Sutra" and wakes up next time, what will be the result?
Chen Changsheng looked at the Purana Sutra carefully, and found that except for the few sentences left in the last line, there was no more useful information.
"Then is she within the avenue of reincarnation now, or has she already appeared in the mortal world?"
Chen Changsheng looked down at the "Purana Sutra" and put it away after thinking about it.
If that's the case, then it makes sense.
The Yuxuan from nine thousand years ago and the Yuxuan seen in the Black Tower should be the same person.
Chen Changsheng raised his hand and tried to calculate, but in the end he couldn't calculate anything.
In fact, he had already expected such a result.
He and Yu Xuan should have an inexplicable fate, but now he has forgotten everything...
Chen Changsheng sighed softly and murmured: "If it were her, she should be able to clear up all my doubts."
Chen Changsheng glanced back at the house behind him, then took steps to leave the place.
"Rumble..."
The stone door closed again, and the writing on it appeared before Chen Changsheng's eyes.
One to Shi, life and death, and the thirty-three, all have an inexplicable relationship with him.
Chen Changsheng has become accustomed to this kind of fruitless thing.
The old Dragon King said that the explanation was on the way, but he did find some traces along the way, but more problems also emerged.
Fortunately, this time it was not in vain.
Chen Changsheng turned around and left. After he left, the sand in the ravine once again covered up the stone gate, and there was no trace of it again.
After coming out of the deserted sea.
His eyes were focused on the high wall.
After a long silence, I didn't notice anything different.
Chen Changsheng shook his head and then summoned Tingyu Jian.
"Listen to the rain."
He had no intention of going back, but wanted to go to another place to ask questions.
There are always people who know these things.
The fairy sword cuts through the sky and travels to the southeast.
The desert sea and the river passed before our eyes, and huge waves and strong winds suddenly arose on the desert sea.
Chen Changsheng just glanced at it, mouthed an order, and said.
"Avoid wind and thunder."
As the order fell, the wind and waves blowing in front of him avoided him, and the thunder above his head did not hurt him at all.
It probably took another night's journey.
Chen Changsheng raised his head and saw a flying boat sailing past his eyes.
"Flying boat?"
He looked intently and saw many people gathered on the flying boat, all of whom were monks without exception.
At the same time, the people on the flying boat also saw the man wielding the sword.
"How did this man get here?"
"Who?"
"Look over there."
Several eyes looked outside the flying boat.
I saw a gentleman in green shirt standing on the sword in the distance with his hands behind his back.
"Shouldn't it be..."
"He's from Mitsurugi, right?"
Everyone was shocked. You must know that they are now in a deserted sea.
"I'm afraid he's a senior!"
An old man murmured, thought for a while and then said: "How about asking this senior to come on board and talk about it?"
"good."
"I think it's okay."
Chen Changsheng originally had no intention of going to the flying boat to take a look. Just as they were crossing, he saw a voice coming from the boat.
"Fellow Taoist, can we get on the boat and have a talk?"
Chen Changsheng raised his eyes and saw an old man with gray hair standing at the bow of the ship. The old man was wearing a red robe and seemed to have a high status.
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and replied: "Chen is sorry for bothering me."
After boarding the flying boat, Chen Changsheng saw the old man in red robe walking towards him.
The old man in red robe cupped his hands and said: "Lingyue Immortal Island He Chongyang, I have met Taoist friends."
Chen Changsheng replied: "Chen is just a casual cultivator. Fellow Taoist, you are being polite."
He Chongyang took a look at Chen Changsheng and saw that he had no physical strength and no moral charm. He couldn't help but be shocked.
Even he can't tell. I'm afraid this person is very profound.
"Fellow Taoist, are you here with a sword?" He Chongyang asked.
"Yes, I came here from the human world." Chen Changsheng said.
He Chongyang was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and asked: "Come here from the human world with a sword?"
Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "Is there anything wrong?"
He Chongyang opened his mouth and couldn't believe it for a moment.
There were also several people on the side who heard this.
Someone questioned: "Friend Taoist, what you said is a bit exaggerated. The distance between people is more than tens of thousands of miles. Not to mention whether we have this magic power, the soles of our feet are the desert sea. The celestial phenomena above the desert sea are changeable, and there are many great demons.
If you don't pay attention, you will die without a burial place."
"That makes sense. Even the most powerful monk can hardly guarantee that he has enough magic power on such a journey to reach this point in the mortal world."
Everyone on the side nodded in agreement and talked non-stop.
Chen Changsheng was not displeased by this, he just smiled and replied: "When I see a deserted island occasionally, I will take a rest, and then I will come naturally."
When He Chongyang heard people around him talking about it, he immediately said: "My Taoist friends must be very profound to be able to come here. However, He would like to ask you a question. Regardless of whether he is from the mortal world or not, He can borrow your help."
A fairy sword, does anyone dare to try to fly to the farthest point from here?"
As soon as He Chongyang said these words, the few people who had just spoken suddenly stopped talking.
He glanced over them one by one, and no one turned their head away. The others did not want to join in the fun and walked aside.
He Chongyang looked at this scene and muttered: "Now I am mute again."
He Chongyang has been boating all year round, so how could he not understand the route of this deserted sea?
Within a radius of thousands of miles, there is not even a place to stay, let alone a deserted island.
This Taoist friend who is able to wield a sword and come here must be a good Taoist.