There is no time in the mountains, but hundreds of years have passed in the cave.
In front of half of the stone tablet, the back of the mirage is looming, appearing real and illusory.
Around him, various phantoms would appear from time to time.
At the beginning, there were giant elephants in white clouds and misty mist.
Gradually it turned into trees, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas.
over time.
The illusion gradually changes from stillness to movement, from emptiness to reality.
Eventually, it turns into birds and beasts and brings creation to all living beings.
‘Tianwa Demon Cult Monument’
When Mirage opened his eyes again, he finally saw the name on the stone tablet.
"Tianwa..."
That is the stone tablet left by Nuwa, the most holy saint of the demon clan.
At the beginning of ancient times, who preached the gospel?
A long time ago, people were born in the early days.
Taishang Laojun left behind the "Laojun Renjiao Monument".
There is a "Yuanshi Chanjiao Monument" left by Yuanshi Tianzun.
The leader of Tongtian Cult left behind the ‘Tongtian Jiejiao Monument’.
There is also a "Tianwa Demonic Cult Monument" left by Empress Nuwa.
In the myth, Nuwa, the empress, kneaded earth and became a human being. This is the pinnacle of the avenue of 'transformation and rebirth'.
Later, Patriarch Styx was inspired by this Demon Sect Monument, and realized that there were one hundred and eight thousand Blood God Sons, and created one hundred and eight thousand species in the Bleeding Sea.
And Baiyun Canggu, the world has changed, and ten thousand years later, Mirage became the third successor.
It's just different from Nuwa's method of making humans out of clay and Styx's creation of humans from the sea of blood.
Mirage understood from half of the Demon Sect Monument that it was transformed into a dream.
Virtual reality can be transformed into reality, and reality can be transformed into virtual reality.
Between virtuality and reality, there is mystery and mystery.
"Amitabha."
Just when the mirage was enlightened, the monk's voice came from the entrance of the cave again.
It was as if the other party had predicted that he would be able to understand the great path at this moment.
"Grandmaster……"
Hundreds of years of practice have made him put away his disrespectful heart.
The monk in front of me became increasingly unclear.
"You are very good." The monk said with kind eyes.
Only one pair of eyes seems to have been weathered for a long time.
"Do you want to escape from prison?"
"prison Break?"
Mirage was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the monk meant.
"Isn't this state of panic just a prison?" the monk muttered, his voice full of vicissitudes of life.
The mirage was like an enlightenment: It turned out that the "prison escape" he was talking about meant breaking free from the way of heaven!
After a long time, Mirage nodded.
The corners of the monk's mouth rose, as if he had expected it: "Amitabha."
"In that case...you need to agree to my three conditions."
"The first condition is, monk."
"Join the Sesshou Temple and become a monk."
"good!"
"You are of the generation with the character 'Mi', so you should be called Mi Qian."
…
Shasheng Temple, Sutra Pavilion.
Monk Mi Jian touched his bald head. Even though a hundred years had passed, he still remembered the coolness when his hair was shaved for the first time.
"Amitabha."
"It's over, not too bad."
His eyes fell on the horizon.
A faint fish belly white color is already showing there.
The suddenly silent temple suddenly felt a touch of tranquility.
"The second condition is to hide."
Monk Mikan seemed to have returned to the cave many years ago. The monk who always had sadness in his eyes said this.
"If you want to escape from the way of heaven, you must first hide in the way of heaven."
"The great road of transformation is not tolerated by the way of heaven."
"Being a monk and being a hermit is the only way to avoid being noticed."
"Master, what is hiding?"
"Not known, not troubled by love, not troubled by karma."
"How long will it last?"
The great monk smiled, shook his head and said, "Hidden until it's time for you to take action."
So since then, the Monster Clan has lost a new king, and the Sesshou Temple has gained a monk.
I don't do anything else as a monk, I just recite sutras in the Sutra Pavilion.
One year...two years...three years...
The fifth generation abbot was sent away and the sixth generation abbot was welcomed.
The sixth generation abbot was sent away and the seventh generation abbot was ushered in.
Until hundreds of years later...
The seventh generation abbot also does not know whether he is alive or dead.
Few people know that there is a monk who likes to recite sutras hidden in the Sutra Pavilion of Shasheng Temple.
"Now is the time."
The great monk allowed himself to conceal his identity and hide in the Shasheng Temple, not only to avoid the catastrophe of heaven, but also to help the Shasheng Temple survive the catastrophe.
That's why he was finally willing to reveal his identity at this moment.
Help Shasheng Temple survive this disaster.
"It's time for the demon clan to retreat after facing difficulties."
In a large tent several miles away.
At this moment, only Snake Saint, Crane Saint, and the last leader Wong Tai Sin are left.
"Failed." He Feiyu, the leader of the third village, said with a pale face.
Snake Saint Fan Yuya shook his head slightly: "Third brother, there is no need to blame yourself."
"The failure of Wanshou Villa this time is not the fault of you or me, but only because of that person's help."
The feather fan in He Feiyu's hand weighed as much as a thousand pounds and fell heavily on his lap without any intention of lifting it up.
"Second brother, if you lose, you lose."
Fan Yuya knew the character of this third brother, so he just sighed softly when he heard this.
In any case, Longevity Villa really has no strength to fight anymore.
"Who said we lost?"
But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded outside the big tent.
…
The Cang Gorge opened and thunder roared, and thousands of flying springs of dendrobium gushed out.
There is no empty mountain, no empty waterfall.
On the pond in the water, a figure sat cross-legged.
There are eight strange magic weapons floating around, floating and swaying.
Li Chen opened his eyes, and the eight magic weapons turned into eight streams of light and penetrated into his body.
The eight treasures of the Muni are gathered together again after ten thousand years.
"Failed again."
He couldn't remember how many times this was his attempt.
But the results are clearly consistent.
It cannot be said to be a complete failure.
At least, Li Chen went from controlling one or two things at first to now being able to control eight things at the same time.
In addition, he also pushed the previous "Linglong Scheming" to a new level.
At this moment, a string of words appeared in the interpretation mirror.
State 1: Use the heaven and earth as a chessboard, use everything around you as chess pieces, and use the magic weapon as if you are playing chess with someone.
State 2: Stretch out your palm, feel the energy in the direction of your palm, and respond in advance.
State 3: The attack methods in the chess game can be evolved using magic weapons.
State 4: With automatic addressing and automatic obstacle avoidance functions until the end.
State 5: Able to multi-task and control multiple magic weapons at the same time.
Description: I kill people as follows: chess.】
There are two keys to the art of controlling weapons.
One is people and the other is tools.
There must be sufficient fit between the person and the device.
Now that "Linglong Mind" has been deduced to an advanced level by Li Chen, the reason why Muni's Eight Treasures still cannot control your mind is because of the degree of compatibility.
The eight Buddhist treasures consume merit, but every time they are used, there is still a sense of sluggishness.
"How can we break through?"
Li Chen sighed softly, but at this moment, his heart suddenly moved: Someone is going up the mountain?
"Amitabha."
"I'm dying. I have something to ask for."
Uncle Nirvana?
Li Chen was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately poured his true energy into his Dantian, using the method of "Jiu Long Yin" to spit out the syllables: "Uncle, you are welcome."
His lips moved slightly, but his voice echoed in the mountains.
Zen Master Nirvana was originally worried that he would not be able to awaken the Buddha, but now the voice rang directly in his heart, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.
