Chapter 553 The long river of time is also a river
Go up to the Magpie Bridge and go to the Yintang nose orifice.
Go down to Magpie Bridge on the Weulu Ancient Road.
The river cart is running, the magpie bridge has no leaks, and the essence is circulating.
After Xu Lang left Jiuyou, he operated according to Emperor Zhenwu's method. The Magpie Bridge existed between the Vega Palace and the Altair Palace. Xu Lang possessed the power of the Altair. When operating the Magpie Bridge, he naturally used the power of the Altair.
As a starting point, the magpie bridge in the meridians was touched, the spiritual light fell, the sky had a path, bursts of spiritual rain fell on the world, Xu Lang's mind and heart were united, and at this moment, he merged into the void and came to the land of the underworld.
Green tiles and glazed glass, covered by clouds and mist.
This is a palace woven with clouds and mist. When Xu Lang walked into it, he felt that everything was like a dream and he dared not touch it. However, the place in front of him was sparkling and the tide of time washed down. Xu Lang felt that the years were impermanent and everything was easy.
, all the noble towers and pavilions will eventually turn to dust, and all the people's beliefs cannot stop the erosion of time.
If heaven is sentimental, heaven will also grow old.
"Donghuang Bell."
As his thoughts flowed, Xu Lang knew the problem in an instant, stretched out his hand to take the picture, and what appeared in his hand was the outline of half of the East Emperor Bell. Time was sparkling like water, spinning endlessly.
The Donghuang Taiyi's Donghuang Bell and Haotian Mirror have fought against each other many times, and now they have become fragments and scattered in the sky. If the original Donghuang Bell exists, its power is not inferior to the Time Sword. Half of the Donghuang can be preserved in this place.
Bells are already rare.
There is such a Donghuang Bell, which can be used to sense the long river of time, which is of great help in entering the realm of creation.
Xu Lang also remembered that the core of the Donghuang Bell seemed to be in the hands of Yuan Hong.
"The lineage of Zixiao has dominated the whole life, unparalleled and unmatched, but after the Taoist master attained Taoism, he was repeatedly targeted. Donghuang Taiyi died in Haotian's plan, and was besieged by the gods. Emperor Zhenwu was nowhere to be found, and I was still in the heavenly palace. There are even more
All kinds of disasters are happening, so I live in seclusion and escape into the void..."
The air condenses into words in the sky, the writing is majestic, and the air spreads across the sky. Between the lines, pride and loneliness coexist.
Xu Lang walked over step by step and looked at the words left by Weaver Girl here. Naturally, the image of the lineage of Dao Zun from glory to desolation appeared in his mind. When he reached the end of the text, the bright red Vega Star shined in front, next to the stars.
, there is also an embroidery needle, with the meaning of the sword flowing through it. It has no ancestors or ancestors, it is infinite, the sword has no bends and stagnation, and the wonderful sound is crystal clear.
"Seven Swords of Jie Tian!"
Xu Lang walked closer and felt the sword intent on the embroidery needle.
The same Seven Swords of Jie Tian were used by Emperor Zhenwu to be glorious and stern, just like the rules of heaven, while the Seven Swords of Jie Tian left here by Zhi Nu were gentle and graceful, like flowing water, bringing about natural fortune.
Just like the same set of Tathagata Divine Palms can be split into many sects, the same Seven Heaven-Jie Tian Swords also have many different sword intentions and many different extensions.
Looking at the Vega in front of him, Xu Lang stretched out his hand to touch it. The Vega now disappeared without a trace. The stars were left in this place. She must have passed away, but in this place, all her inheritance was left behind.
"Emperor Zhenwu also wants me to redeem the Seven Swords of Jie Tian after I get the news about Zhinu, but now I don't have to..."
Xu Lang touched the sword intention of Jie Tian's Seven Swords again, and felt the mystery of Tao Zun's lineage inheritance. He felt that the sword intention was continuous and existed, responding to the changes of yin and yang and the five elements, all in one sword.
"The palm of Tathagata, the seven swords that cut the sky, the moral body of Tai Chi."
Xu Lang adjusted the grid and looked at the three martial arts on it. Among them, the Seven Swords of Jie Tian were of a higher grade than the Tathagata Palm, but because the Tathagata Palm was blessed with artistic conception, there were legends about the Buddha, and Xu Lang's krypton gold, so
Xu Lang's most powerful martial arts is still Tathagata Palm.
Opening his home, Xu Lang brought Fu Minyi out and instilled the power of the Vega Star into his body. Immediately, the clouds glowed and rainbows intertwined.
"The Needle God in the Vulture Palace has now become the Weaver Girl."
Xu Lang gently tapped Fu Minyi and said with a smile.
"When I reflect on my memory, the past is like a dream."
Fu Minyi's clothes were all gone, and in a blink of an eye, the haze was woven, and it became a set of heavenly clothes. The wind on her temples and the clothes were fluttering, as if she were wearing a cloud. The sleeves were hard to distinguish. She looked at Xu Lang and said with a smile: "
The best decision I made in my life was to follow the right person."
In her homeland, Fu Minyi had no shortage of lifespan and could even show off her strength. However, when her body became an immortal, everything was naturally different.
The two of them chatted and laughed for a while, watching the Vega Star Palace disperse, and Fu Minyi returned to his home, leaving Xu Lang to step into the void, suddenly frowning, turning around and heading towards the world of Journey to the West.
Journey to the West.
Meng Qi, Jiang Zhiwei, and Qi Xia were walking here, looking at the life in "Lingshan". However, the two of them frowned, each holding the Taiqing Talisman and Seal in their hands, carefully examining everything inside.
There are bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and the Buddha's light is bright.
This Lingshan Mountain has almost returned to its glory days in ancient times. It is for this reason that Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei are particularly on guard.
They have been to Lingshan and always feel that there is something disharmonious about this place.
"I always feel like this place doesn't look like Lingshan."
Qi Xia looked around, frowned and said: "Even though this place has Sanskrit and Buddhist rhymes, I still have a vague feeling that it contains great terror, which is completely different from when Senior Brother Xu led us through Lingshan Mountain... Moreover, Senior Brother Xu doesn't need to
Release the mission of Lingshan to us."
Meng Qi nodded, feeling that his heart was faintly humming at this moment, and something wanted to burst.
"Of course this place is not Lingshan."
Xu Lang's voice came and he suddenly appeared, landing next to Meng Qi, Qi Xia, and Jiang Zhiwei. He looked left and right and said, "This is the Sambhogakaya Pure Land of the Burning Deng Buddha."
Practicing a path starts from the inner scene, and when you reach the other side, the body will condense all the heavens and all the realms, which is the prototype of the path and fruit. In Buddhist practice, there is the method of making a wish to obtain the Sambhogakaya, and then condensing a piece of pure land. Many people believe in it.
Buddha's people also return to these Sambhogakaya Pure Lands after death, practice with concentration, and add strength to the Sambhogakaya Pure Lands.
While speaking, Xu Lang stretched out his hand and grabbed it. It was like tearing off a curtain in the void. The scene in Lingshan disappeared. What fell in front of Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei was the pure land of Sambhogakaya, sitting upright and perfect.
The lamp-burning Buddha with fourteen layers of Buddha's light is swaying in the glass lamp, and strands of cause and effect are intertwined in the sky and the earth.
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"Xu Lang, you are finally here."
Ran Deng Buddha opened his Buddha eyes, looked at Xu Lang, with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "You didn't expect that retribution would come so quickly!"
The Hunyuan Qi Taiqing talisman in Xu Lang's hand has been broken into pieces by Amitabha. Now the advantage between the Creation Realm and the Legend Realm lies with me!
After rescuing Ananda and making Ananda promise to unravel the cause and effect of the monster in heaven, Ran Deng asked Lu Ya to use the authority of the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation to bring Meng Qi and others to the world of Journey to the West, and then stay here to watch Xu Lang's arrival.
"retribution!"
"retribution!"
"retribution!"
In the Pure Land, tens of thousands of Bodhisattvas and Arhats shouted together, and their voices gathered together like rolling thunder.
"Isn't it good to be alive?"
Seeing Ran Deng being so stubborn and the people in the Pure Land of Sambhogakaya jumping like this, Xu Lang couldn't help but sigh, looked at Meng Qi, and asked: "You know what Zi said on the river, the deceased is like a man, and he doesn't give up day and night.
Do you mean it?"
"Time is gone and will never come back."
With Xu Lang beside him, Meng Qi felt stable and answered this sentence easily.
"That's right."
Xu Lang said: "But there is an answer, which is that a truly powerful person will stand on the river bank and watch the enemy's corpses float down one by one."
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Meng Qi was embarrassed, feeling that after Xu Lang entered the legend, he understood his story more and more.
"The long river of time is also a river."
Xu Lang sighed, holding the broken Donghuang Bell in his hand, and looked into the sky. Suddenly, time and space were suspended, and time was spinning. Thousands of people in this pure land of Sambhogakaya with burning lanterns were falling like rain, and their corpses were floating along the long river.
