Water flowers bloomed on the cold and damp bluestone road, and the cool drizzle fell on the world. It trickled down along the gaps in the stone road and merged into the clear river that passed through the ancient town.
Several scattered pavilions were quietly hidden between the thin rain curtains, not showing the slightest smell of fireworks. Only in the damp and dark place beside the stone bridge, there were faint green grass plants in twos and threes, soaked by the cold rain.
It grows tenaciously underneath.
The spotless silk and satin shoes stepped on the edge of the stone slab. The extremely beautiful young man bent down, picked up a piece of grass with his white and tender fingers, stared at it for a moment, and then put it into the stream.
Slowly walking across the stone bridge among the pine trees, a deserted and dilapidated earth temple came into view. Most of the roof of the temple had collapsed. The rain poured in without any hindrance, soaking the dense withered yellow grass in the temple that was half a man high.
Between the weeds, a stone statue with only half of its body was vaguely revealed.
Much of the stone statue's face has been missing, but its former dignity and solemnity can still be vaguely glimpsed. However, in today's dilapidated wasteland, its majestic aura has been reduced by half, and instead exudes a sense of desolation.
The rain gradually stopped, and the clean satin shoes made a squeaking sound as they stepped on the grass.
"get out."
The handsome young man looked down at the broken stone statue with a cold tone.
Wisps of gray aura lingered around the broken parts of the stone statue, gradually condensing into shape, and finally transformed into a majestic-looking white-haired old man.
As soon as the white-haired old man appeared, he knelt down like a jade pillar pushing up a mountain of gold, and said: "The land of dry pine stream has seen the king!"
The handsome young man said: "You are a third-grade god in vain. I just stayed in seclusion for a few days, and you ruined my withered pine stream into this?"
The majestic look on the land in the withered pine stream disappeared, revealing some innocence, and said: "King Holy Infant, please calm down. Since the king retreated in seclusion, it has been more than 100,000 years in a blink of an eye. What a little time...
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Hearing this, the Holy Infant King was startled for a moment and said to himself: "No wonder I woke up in this rare and rare sky and rain. It turned out that it took so long."
The god of the third level of heaven is called Lingxiao Tianjun, but now this land of withered pine stream does not have a trace of the arrogance of Lingxiao creatures, but is trembling from beginning to end, for fear of angering the "Holy Infant King"
beautiful young man.
The Holy Infant King raised his head, looked at the increasingly sparse drizzle in the gray sky, and said: "The rain from the sky that falls like this on the ground only appears when the transcendental beings fall. Do you know whose family it belongs to?"
Is the orthodoxy destroyed?"
Kusongjian Tutu responded: "The King of Good Teachings has learned that the Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva of Langshan has passed into nirvana."
The Holy Infant King was startled for a moment and said: "This Bodhisattva has cultivated to the transcendent state of intervening in fate, how can he pass away?"
Kusongjian Tutu shook his head and said, "I don't know about this."
After secretly glancing at the Holy Infant King, Kusongjian Didi continued, "Your Majesty, there is one more thing that I don't dare to say."
The Holy Infant King gave him a cold look and said, "Speak."
Kusongjian Tutu took out a roll of brocade silk from his sleeve and said slowly: "The master left a message before he left. Please read it yourself."
The Holy Infant King took the roll of brocade silk and looked at it, his expression becoming colder.
Seeing his calm expression, Withered Pine Valley subconsciously stepped back a little.
After a few breaths, ethereal and twisted flames appeared between the fingers of the Holy Infant King, and he turned the brocade silk into ashes. He gritted his teeth and said: "Your master is really out of his mind. I am very carefree in this dry pine stream. It is simply nonsense to ask me to patrol the Lao Shizi Prison!"
When the withered pine stream earth saw the twisted fire that burned everything, it trembled with fright, but still whispered: "Your Majesty, this is your master."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Holy Infant King's icy eyes swept over him. The land in the dry pine stream was as silent as cicadas, and he never said another nonsense.
That flame is called "the true fire of samadhi", and there is nothing in the world that cannot be burned.
The land of Dry Pine Stream is just the first level of cultivation in Lingxiao. Naturally, I dare not try the Flame of Samadhi myself.
"Don't go!"
The Holy Infant King flicked his sleeves and completely dispersed the ashes.
The withered pine stream soil showed a bitter look on his face and said: "Your Majesty, where is the master..."
The Holy Infant King became more and more irritable and said: "I finally got out of seclusion once, don't let me be upset."
After saying this, he turned around, jumped up, and walked straight towards the huge vortex at the edge of the withered pine stream.
When he walked under the whirlpool, the dry pine stream land appeared again with a bitter look on his face and begged: "Your Majesty..."
The Holy Infant King flipped his palm lightly, and a red cherry spear glowing with red flames emerged from the rainbow. The sharp tip of the spear breathed out the terrifying Samadhi True Fire.
Withered Song Jian Di's body trembled, and he stood motionless, closing his mouth completely.
"Go away quickly," King Holy Infant saw that he was interested, so he put away the spear in his hand, "This Withered Pine Stream Fire Cloud Cave is more or less a blessed land. Now I just retreated for a while, and it fell into ruins. Now that I've become like this, I haven't settled a score with you yet. Next, you will take good care of this dojo for me and re-unify the dojo's luck, do you know that?"
The land in the dry pine stream nodded hurriedly in agreement, not daring to stop him any longer.
The Holy Infant King snorted coldly, and then turned into a crimson rainbow and disappeared directly into the huge vortex in front of him.
In the changing light and shadow, the full spiritual energy of the earth and the human world filled his mouth and nose, causing the Holy Infant King to take a big sip greedily and said to himself: "It has been a long time since I have been secluded in the Fire Cloud Cave for so long. I have never returned to my previous state."
The fragments of light and shadow collapsed, and the extremely dark continental realm came into view.
The Holy Infant King took a closer look and couldn't help but say something bad: "Sure enough, my luck in the withered pine stream has declined, and even the whirlpool in the cave has been twisted to this point, and it actually teleported me under the realm screen. It's really abominable!"
Suddenly, the true fire of samadhi in the depths of his true spirit trembled slightly, causing the Holy Infant King's expression to condense.
The screen is a gloomy place between the continent and the sea. Very few living beings set foot here. But now, as if the true fire of Samadhi is being sensed, the Holy Infant King's mind is turning, following the vague and non-existent
He chose a direction with his senses and walked quickly through the darkness.
As the distance got closer, the power of the induction became stronger. The Holy Infant King suddenly stopped and stared at a dark fire lotus in the gloom hundreds of feet away with a solemn expression.
The lotus flower transformed by the pitch-black flames is extremely strange, spinning slowly every moment, and strands of terrifying karma permeate the air, indicating the extraordinary nature of this lotus flower.
