The transparent butterfly light and shadow fluttered its wings and danced in the dark void. Wherever it passed, there was a beautiful stream of bright red light falling down.
After flying for an unknown amount of time, the light and shadow of this red butterfly finally stopped and landed in an unknown place.
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"Where is this?"
Ji Qingchan was shrouded in a black robe, looking down at her translucent pale palms and murmuring softly.
Suddenly, a faint voice of calling reached her ears, and Ji Qingchan raised her little face and looked forward.
It would be better if she didn't look at him, but when she looked at him, she froze on the spot.
The blurry screen world blocks out the sky and the sun, with no end in sight, and all around you are translucent lights and shadows similar to yourself, densely packed and countless.
Heavy rotation.
Under the call of the vague voice, all these lights and shadows gathered together in one place, walking towards the end of the world of the painting.
"This is a corner of the picture of the wheel."
Not far from Ji Qingchan's side, a bright figure with blazing eyes smiled bitterly and spoke.
As soon as he finished speaking, many transparent lights and shadows gathered around him, asking questions repeatedly towards the blazing shadow.
"My true spirit has collapsed. It should have disappeared between heaven and earth. Why is it here?"
"Where exactly is this wheel of rotation?"
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Under the hustle and bustle, the dazzling light and shadow waved their hands, and while walking towards the end of the world of the painting, he said: "I was just guessing before, but now I can know, what is the rumor?"
What is said in it is actually true.”
Ji Qingchan was closer to him, so he took a step forward and said, "Please speak clearly."
The bright light nodded, with a bitter smile on his face again, and said: "If the soul is destroyed, the true spirit can still be reincarnated; but if the true spirit is destroyed, it will completely dissipate between the three realms. You should wait for this matter."
Know.”
Many lights and shadows around him stopped speaking, waiting for him to continue speaking.
"Countless kalpas ago, the Buddhist Origin Sect showed great mercy and established the Wheel of Reincarnation at the base of the Holy Mountain of Sumeru."
"All living beings in the world who have lost their true spirits will be sensed by the wheel-turning heavy pole, absorbing a wisp of the true spirit's breath before it dissipates, and condense it into a transparent light and shadow like us."
"These lights and shadows can live forever in countless picture worlds, but they can never be solidified, unable to practice, unable to eat, unable to contact each other, and unable to do anything tangible."
"We are just the manifestation of a ray of true spirit breath. Under the irreversible rules of heaven and earth, our true spirit has been damaged and shattered, and it will never be possible to reunite."
"Allowing us to live in this form in the world of paintings is what Buddhism calls 'compassion'."
After he finished speaking, the dense lights and shadows around him fell into silence.
A huge beast-shaped light and shadow walked closer and said solemnly: "In my opinion, this is not mercy at all! It is a kind of torture in disguise!"
"It's impossible to say that this Holy Mountain Xumi will use us to do some unknown things!"
"Such a boring life, being kept here like a tool, would be better than being completely destroyed!"
There are many lights and shadows that have figured this out, and in the silence, they turn into light spots all over the sky and dissipate.
If there is only a wisp of true spiritual breath left, the heart is as gray as death, and even the reincarnation of the wheel cannot force it to stay.
In just a few breaths, many lights and shadows completely dissipated, but more remaining lights and shadows gathered together, still holding the beautiful hope of resurrection from the dead.
Ji Qingchan walked to the side of the blazing light and shadow, bowed and said: "The Supreme Master knows such a secret. Before his death, he must have been a living being that reached the heavens and the earth."
The light and shadow shook their heads and said with a smile: "At this point, we are all prisoners of illusion. We can't do anything except walk around in the world of the painting. Look at those who entered the painting at the same time as me.
At least half of the light and shadow in the world could not bear this torture and chose to be annihilated and dispersed."
Ji Qingchan looked up at the blurred scene in the world of the painting and sighed: "There are countless living beings between heaven and earth, and countless true spirits are shattered every moment. The Buddhist Yuanjiao can establish this wheel of reincarnation and absorb it."
The breath of the true spirit before the true spirit of the living beings in the world is shattered can already be regarded as an incredible and limitless magical power."
The bright light nodded and said: "I once visited a Bodhisattva from the Buddhist Origin Sect. His noble aura that made heaven and earth bow is incomparable to the creatures in heaven. This move from the Buddhist Origin Sect is essentially
We have found a crack in the rules of heaven and earth, but..."
Before he finished speaking, the light and shadow vaguely noticed something, and actually stopped talking and fell silent.
Ji Qingchan, who was under the black robe, chuckled and said: "These countless picture worlds can only be entered and exited. Isn't it possible that the Thirty-three Heavenly Courts are not aware of it at all?"
"Well, these secret things are not something that you and I can just say." The light and shadow waved their hands and turned away directly, disappearing into the dense light and shadow.
Ji Qingchan was a little happy at this time, thinking of him in her heart, and murmured: "I never thought that the 'compassion' of the Buddhist origin religion would actually leave a trace of true spirit for me. In this case, I will
I pray here for you day and night, may you be safe and get what you want."
Under the light and shadow of the loose black robe, the girl gently closed her eyes.
The changing speed of light and shadow in the world of the picture is extremely terrifying. There is no passage of time here. These lights and shadows can do nothing. They can only be used as a tool, day and night, for the rotation of the pole at the bottom of the Holy Mountain of Xumi.
Providing unknown and strange power.
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Deep in the world of Time Painting, at the bottom of an illusory giant mountain made of transparent silk threads.
"Are you also a creature from Beiju Luzhou?"
Under the loose black robe, Ji Qingchan's voice was cold, clear and very pleasant.
Not far from her side, a thin woman stood alone, with dense transparent silk threads in her hands, sketching a huge and twisted picture.
"How did you find out?"
The woman stopped what she was doing and turned her head slightly.
Ji Qingchan chuckled and said: "Although the clothes you are wearing are a bit vague, they are very obvious with a straight collar and a large front, tied with a tie, and the collar is decorated with plain silk. It is in Luzhou, Beiju."
The styles of traditional Taoist robes that have been circulated are different from the styles of clothing in other continents, so it is not too difficult to identify them."
The woman was startled for a moment and said: "We are living in this world of paintings, living in a state of confusion, but you still have such a delicate mind."
"The Taoist nun is too flattering," Ji Qingchan walked closer and looked down at the twisted image in the woman's delicate white jade hands, "What is this?"
The Taoist nun's expression was a little gloomy. After taking a few breaths, she said: "This is the map of my hometown before my death. Only by relying on this can I avoid losing my mind."
Ji Qingchan lowered his eyes and looked at the unfinished picture carefully, and said: "Looking at this picture, it must be a beautiful place with beautiful bells and souls. I dare to ask my aunt, the place depicted on this picture is located in Beijulu
Where is the continent?"
The Taoist nun raised her head, looked at Ji Qingchan's beautiful and pale face under the black robe, and said, "There are some things that it's better not to know."
Ji Qingchan raised her eyebrows, the corners of her soft and red lips slightly curved, and said softly: "This is the bottom of the Holy Mountain of Xumi, the corner of the countless picture worlds between the rotating poles. Here you draw
Do you really think that the Talisman Painting Curse can break free from the shackles of the Origin Religion and reshape the true spirit?"
After saying this, the Taoist nun's expression was obviously ugly, and her voice became colder: "What are you talking about!?"
Ji Qingchan came closer and whispered: "I have a method that may be able to help you truly turn the imaginary into reality, but..."
The Taoist nun was startled for a moment, then her sleeves and robe flickered, dissipating the distorted image.
Above the two of them, on this huge mountain, there are countless interlacing lights and shadows. Between life and death, there is no concept of time.
