Chapter 2: Thoughts of Quasi-mention, World of Artistic Conception
"Three thousand dreams, thoughts like heaven and earth..."
On Mount Sumeru, Rahu looked at the Bodhi tree that was motionless and trembling in his palm, but his eyes fell on the withered yellow bitter bamboo protected by Zhunti.
"Jie Yin, Jie Yin, you are indeed my good disciple.
I would like to see, my teacher, how different your Tao will be when you portray these Western sentient beings."
In this deep thought, Luo Hu's eyes were full of expectation.
Because of the appearance of this expectation, in his mind, he couldn't help but recall Hongjun's infinite heart, and the Sanqing that faced him when he was at Buzhou Mountain in the past.
Although the Taoist talent at the moment is beginning to take shape, it is not as good as Hongjun's infinite heart.
However, the interaction that depicts all living beings and thoughts like heaven and earth is still slightly inferior to Sanqing, but it has a promising future.
Because Jie Yin Ming understood what mindfulness is.
On the contrary, although Zhunti practiced hard for a Yuanhui, he was only able to strengthen his body. On top of the practice of mindfulness, he was simply a mess.
Thinking of this, Luo Hu frowned and immediately struck the golden Zhunti with another palm from the air.
Boom!
In this palm, Zhunti, who was emitting infinite golden light, trembled all over.
But in this tremor, mixed with the muffled sound, the scattered Bodhi golden light returned to its original state again.
"Huh?"
Seeing this scene, Luo Hu's eyes moved.
It was then that Zhunti's golden light, under that life and death crisis, did not instinctively protect himself, but instead concentrated on the place of guidance.
Boom!
As if to verify something, Luo Hu stretched out his finger at this moment.
There was a bright red touch on the fingertips, and the strong murderous aura swirled around and turned into a long sword.
The point pointed by the sword seems to be withering away, giving people the impression that once the sword is drawn out, everything in the world will be completely destroyed under the sword of this finger.
"go!"
The next moment, Luo Huqu flicked his finger.
call out!
Accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, the finger sword filled with the intention of killing came to the golden light guided by Zhunti's protection.
Buzz!
Zhunti, who was under continuous heavy blows, seemed to feel something. The original power in his body began to gather crazily under the stimulation of the finger sword.
This golden light was condensed at the beginning.
But when he was about to completely leave the range of Jie Yin, he stopped and firmly protected Jie Yin.
"I can't retreat. I can't retreat. Once I retreat, my senior brother will die."
As this thought emerged, the golden light that was about to be broken by Luo Hu's killing sword began to change violently.
"Sure enough, the way of Zhunti should be in the body of Jie Yin."
Looking at the huge thoughts bursting out from the Bodhi tree at this moment, Luo Hu didn't know whether to say that Zhunti was a waste or...
But no matter what, this waste in his eyes has a use after all.
"Although it is a thought of protection, once this thought comes out, there is a guide beside it, which may be able to block the sky-shattering thought."
Thinking like this, Luo Hu's eyes sharpened, and he slapped a hard palm toward the place where Zhunti and Jieyin were.
He holds the world in his hands and kills the world.
Although it never really fell, whenever Zhunti's golden light slowed down, the killing thoughts that seemed to be able to wipe out the sky would continue to stimulate Zhunti.
"Although there is still some time before the catastrophe completely breaks out, you two are important chess pieces for me to stop the Three Purities so that I can fight against Hongjun.
Since you are a chess piece, you have to learn to bear it. If you can't bear it, it doesn't matter if you destroy it."
Seeing that Zhunti's breath was always on the verge of collapse and healing, Luo Hu slowly closed his eyes.
...
"Broken, broken, broken..."
On Wanren Mountain, as the thought of Bai Zhan, the Tiger King of the White Tiger Clan, emerged, cracks began to appear in the wood carvings surrounding him. New
Click...
As the cobwebs were densely covered and quickly spread to the entire wooden sculpture, the pieces turned into ashes with the sound of collapse.
"call......"
When the last wisp of ashes completely dissipated, Bai Zhan slowly opened his eyes after taking a deep breath.
Although the artistic conceptions contained in these wood carvings are different, Bai Zhan, as the king of the tiger clan, will never allow himself to remain immersed in the artistic conceptions.
Because once he sinks into the artistic conception, his thoughts will be controlled by it, and in the end he can only become the puppet of the master of the artistic conception.
puppet?
As the King of White Tigers and the Optimus Pillar of the beast lineage, how could he become someone else's puppet?
"It's only 1,926 wood carvings, and you can't bear it. If the wood carvings increase to 3,000, you will be ruined."
Just when Bai Zhan was calming down, a contemptuous voice came from the mouth of the red golden tiger on the side.
As these words rang out, in Bai Zhan's eyes, more than a hundred wood carvings appeared in front of Bai Zhan's eyes as the red gold divine tiger waved its claws, spread across the entire high platform.
"You said there are three thousand wood carvings in total?"
Bai Zhan only took one look at these wood carvings of different shapes, and then his eyes fell on the red golden tiger.
"Yes, three thousand artistic conception wood carvings."
Having said this, the Red Gold Divine Tiger opened his eyes, looked at Bai Zhan, and yawned lazily.
"I am not afraid to tell you that the wood carvings you destroyed one after another before are just one of the three thousand wood carvings that make up this one.
When these three thousand wood carvings gather together, an unprecedented artistic conception will be formed.
When the time comes, hehe...you'd better be my favorite as soon as possible."
After the Red Gold Divine Tiger hummed a few times, he slowly closed his eyes, changed into a more comfortable position, and began a new round of deep sleep.
Although I don’t know why my master asked me to tell this stupid tiger.
But now that I think about it, even if he didn't regain the tiger king in the end, he probably wouldn't be boiled into the cauldron.
"Three thousand wood carvings, a world of artistic conception."
Looking at the red golden tiger who closed his eyes and ignored him, Bai Zhan looked at the wooden sculpture in front of him, and a hint of fighting spirit gradually appeared in his eyes.
"So what if it's three thousand? I've stood at the top of three clans in a vain battle and am the leader of all clans. How can I ever be afraid?"
As this thought emerged, Bai Zhan once again differentiated his spiritual thoughts and submerged them into the wood carvings on the stone platform.
He wanted to see what the master who created the artistic conception could do to trap him, the white tiger.
Even if that person is the mastermind behind this thief, he will never give in.
"Although you and I have never met, these wooden sculptures are our battlefield."
With that said, Bai Zhan slowly closed his eyes amid these words.
...
In front of the creek, there is a vast sky, surrounded by clouds and mist, as if the years are unknown.
But the vastness in front of him, in Jie Yin's eyes, is like the clouds and mist between the green mountains. It is no longer an obstacle, but a kind of scenery that adds charm.
"Mr. Anonymous, three thousand wood carvings are finally completed today."
He put down the wood carving representing the bodhi tree in his hand and picked up a cup of hot tea, his eyes showing an unprecedented relief.
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