Chapter 1105: The Crow is Cleaned, The Immortal Buddha is Compassionate
Without much hesitation, when Mo Juling said a short polite greeting, Su Jing had already fluttered his wings and flew forward.
There are no restrictions in Lingzhou. Unknown red flowers bloom all over the world. On the red flower fields, there is a red city.
Two people were sitting side by side on the top of the city. The two very different looking people had exactly the same smiles on their faces and the same kindness in their eyes. They looked at Su Jing who was flying towards him and nodded to him at the same time.
The man on the left side of the city was born with two horns and was covered in scale armor. He was completely black from head to toe. His eyes were white and even his teeth and tongue were black. He was an old enemy in the mortal world, and he was so familiar to Su Jing.
Object, black giant spirit.
However, the figure of this black giant spirit is not as big as Shan Gaodao. It is similar to ordinary people. Furthermore, if you look closely with the Golden Crow Divine Eyes, it is not difficult to see that his eyes are a little distracted, which is a sign of weak Yuanli.
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On the right, the middle-aged man next to Mo Juling is sitting cross-legged, with his hands on his knees, and his palms facing the sky. At first glance, it doesn't seem strange, but after a closer look... there are eyes on each of his palms, and on his face
His eyes were open, but his palms were closed.
This man has a Yin-Yang hairpin in his hair and is wearing the robe of a Heavenly Master. He is a Taoist.
Since Su Jingfei became an immortal, I have seen countless immortals dressed as Taoists. They are all loose immortals or Taoist cultivators from small altars. They come from wild ways, have mixed and impure principles, and have specious Taoist enlightenment. They are not qualified to be included in the Eastern Cave Heaven Blessed Land.
But the Taoist in front of him made Su Jing feel completely different from the Taoist priests he had seen before. When facing the four-eyed Taoist, Su Jing seemed to be facing a stick of incense: peaceful and quiet. The smoke from the incense drifted away.
The incense ashes are scattered and fall without leaving any trace, but the burning process of this incense is always so steady and calm.
The nature is like the universe, and the heart is like the universe. In other words, the original thought is like a sacred stone fixed in the sea, and the emotions surge with the waves. This is a layer of Tao root and Tao heart.
Why bother to look at the treasure seal in his sleeve? Just by seeing Su Jing for the first time, I knew that this four-eyed Taoist was an expert who came from the blessed land of Dongtian. Unfortunately... the whisk behind the Taoist priest's back was as long as black ink and dark.
The weapon. This person has been "Qinyan", from the Taoist master in the East to the Mo Lingxian.
There were only these two people. Su Jing could no longer detect any other aura in Honghonglingzhou, which was originally the cave of Wushuang Qi Hongding.
Seeing Su Jing looking at the two of them, Mo Juling smiled and spoke in a slow, calm but friendly voice: "My name is Zheng'an, and the person next to me... is the real person of the Eastern Taoist Lexi Mountain World Protector. His Taoist name is Qing Bing.
Now take refuge in the true color.”
Taoist priest Qiong Bing said: "Now that I have taken refuge in the true color, I have more worries but less about right and wrong. I don't dare to be idle, but I also have great idleness. Let's be alone in eternity." He said, Qiong Bing, Zheng'an.
An ink fairy and an ink giant looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
Lexi Mountain is one of the seventy-two blessed places of the East Heavenly Path. Su Jing's understanding of the Eastern Immortal Path is limited, but the real protector of the realm in one blessed place is not an ordinary person.
After entering the Immortal Heaven, he realized that the Immortal Heaven was not as Su Jing originally imagined, where the "Ink Giant Spirit was causing trouble and was inextricably linked to the gods and Buddhas in the heavens." On the contrary, the gods and Buddhas were stable and the ink color was hard to find. Before, only the ink giant spirit was there.
I saw the Black Giant Spirit wipe out the Shantian Immortal Altar once, but in the end, all the team was wiped out at the hands of the Shantian Ancestor.
Su Jing did not dare to look down on the giant Mo Ling, but the string that was once tightly tightened in his heart was indeed loosened a lot. Unexpectedly, when they met by chance today, they saw the giant Mo Ling subduing a great figure from Eastern Taoism.
Su Jing opened his mouth and followed the words of the ink-colored Taoist priest: "Excuse me, Mr. Qiong Bing, what does it mean to have more worries, and what does it mean to lose one's right and wrong?"
"Eternal inheritance. The future will not change, and protecting this eternity is caring." It is unknown what Qiong Bing's original temperament was, but after being classified as Mo Se, he answered all questions without changing his smile: "As for right and wrong...
There are rivers and lakes everywhere in the world of immortals. As long as people are in it, right and wrong will always surround them. But after seeing eternity, you will know: if it is not the true color, it is bad, and if it is not eternal, it is the enemy. Look, things suddenly become simple and clear.
From now on, in my eyes, there is only one pair in the universe, one wrong, eternally right. In eternity, I correct myself when I encounter mistakes, and perish when I find it difficult to correct, so there is no longer right or wrong."
It was as if Mr. He Ai was reasoning with the students, saying the words "Zhu Xian Mie Moran", his voice was light and cheerful, and he followed Qiong Bing Taoist Master and looked at Su Jing: "Are you Qi Hongding's friend?"
"Yes." The wings behind his back converged, and the clouds spread out a hundred feet under his feet. Su Jing did not climb the tower, and Yu Mo and Juling sat down on their own clouds a hundred feet away: "Mr. Qi is not in Lingzhou, but the two immortals are also there.
Wait for him?"
Mo Juling Zheng'an nodded first: "I have some things to clarify with Mr. Qi, so I came here to look for him. It has been six hundred years since I came here. Unfortunately, I have never been able to see him return."
Mo Lingxian spoke again: "Fifteen hundred years ago, I met Xiaoyou Qi by chance when I was traveling, and we had a pleasant conversation together. I passed by here not long ago, and I remembered the friendship between old friends and came to say hello. Unexpectedly, I met Mr. Zheng'an.
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Having said this, Taoist Master Qiong Bing showed a strange expression, as if he felt that he had done something ridiculous. He shook his head and looked at Mo Juling Zheng'an again: "Sir, I have worked hard to enlighten you, but I don't know what is good and what is wrong, so you have to worry about it."
Zheng'an chuckled: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's not uncommon for you to be in a situation like this. I'm used to it, but it's the Taoist skills of Dongtian Dao that I really admire!"
Su Jing's mind was spinning quickly, and he roughly figured out the context from the conversation between the two people. The giant Mo spirit came first, waiting for Qi Hongding; the Taoist priest of the Qing soldiers arrived later. The specific process is unknown, but there must be something between him and the giant Mo spirit.
After a fierce battle, Zheng'an finally won. The poor soldier Taoist priest was infected by the ink, and he fell into eternal ruin and became the apostle of the ink.
Taoist Master Qiong Bing is not an ordinary immortal. In order to subdue him, Mo Giant Ling Zheng'an must have been seriously injured. As a result, Mo Giant Ling's vision became distracted and he became weak.
Turning his eyes, Qiong Bing looked back at Su Jing: "It shouldn't take long for my little friend to enter the Immortal Heaven."
The expert had a keen eye. I don't know why he came to such a conclusion, but he was right. Su Jing did not hide it, nodded and said: "It's only more than three hundred years."
Mo Juling Zheng'an changed the topic: "For more than a thousand years, we have been looking for Mr. Qi Hongding, but he disappeared. Zheng'an thought that the Xiaoxian family would not easily meet the person we can't find. But
You came to visit his cave again... You are Mr. Qi's later nephew in the mortal world, right?"
At this point, Mo Juling Zheng'an laughed and said to Su Jing: "Little Immortal, you know who I am, so why pretend to be ignorant? Don't worry, no one will harm you here." After saying that, he reached out and knocked.
He tapped his forehead and continued to smile: "I misunderstood what I said. You and I have never met and don't know each other. What I want to say is not that you know me, but that you should know the eternal true color. The clan of the true gods.
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Su Jingcai refused: "Why did Mr. Zheng'an say this?"
Every Ink Giant has great patience, and Zheng'an is no exception: "In the world of Middle-earth, a divine knight went there more than a thousand years ago. The battle ended badly, and I don't know the specific situation... You
You have only ascended for more than three hundred years. You were still in the mortal world during that battle, so you must have seen the true God. Alas, you were attacked by the God Cavalry for no reason. The Xiaoxian family must hate us."
Su Jing also smiled: "I have been in seclusion for the last twenty years in the mortal world, and I have become an immortal as soon as I have been in seclusion. I have never seen your kind. I didn't know that we were enemies unless you told me."
There was some color in the words, but Mo Juling Zheng'an didn't care, and did not investigate whether Su Jingzhi's words were true or false. The topic changed again: "Middle-earth world, perfect world, I heard that most of the immortal families who ascended from Middle-earth have some problems."
How about your temperament? After three hundred years in this immortal world, are you still used to it? How do you feel about the immortal world?"
"Immortals have no disputes, great sages understand principles, and Buddhist monks are compassionate. Immortal world is a good place." Su Jing replied.
Mo Juling Zheng'an was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "Interesting". Then, due to his weak energy, the laughter disturbed his breath, causing a series of loud coughs.
After a while to straighten his breath, Mo Juling continued: "I can see and hear that the Xiaoxian family is very angry at the scenery of the fairy world. A series of irony is more satisfying than any curse. But please don't worry.
, the fairy world will not always be like this."
Su Jing raised his eyebrows slightly: "Sir, what do you say?"
"Fuck you!" Mo Juling suddenly burst out with three words, smiling like a child: "Behead the immortals, kill the saints, and dye the great Buddha as black as ink. Ten thousand immortals will return to their true form, and the whole house will be destroyed."
The true color of the universe is dyed through, and the vast heaven falls into eternity..."
Crazy talk. Su Jing originally wanted to find out where the real 'teachings and authenticity' of Mo Giant Spirit were, but unexpectedly he heard such a bunch of crazy talk. He lost interest in listening anymore and interrupted: "Mr. Zheng'an is waiting for City Master Qi here.
,What’s the matter?”
Mo Juling's madness disappeared in a flash, and he turned back to a steady 'righteous god', with no intention of hiding anything: "To put it simply, we found a spy, Mr. Qi and the spy are an accomplice... You
Really?"
"Do I look like me?" Su Jingxiao asked again: "Did you catch the spy?"
"That man is also a flying immortal from the Middle Earth, his name is Ren Duo... Want to know his whereabouts? Come and see Eternity. Once you have seen Eternity, you are my brother and sister, and all the truth will be clear to you." Mo Giant Spirit is in peace.
His smile remained unchanged: "You also think that this fairy world is unbearable. Even if there is eternal life in a pickled place, it is just the joy of pigs, dogs and crows. If a real peacock falls into a piece of garbage, it will only feel extremely awkward, and it may even be worse than death. Rather than
If you become an immortal in the world of pickling, why not become a god in the pure world?"
"There's a little misunderstanding. It's true that I don't like the immortal world. But when I say 'immortals have no contention, sage wisdom, and Buddha's compassion', it's not irony, it's a comparison." Su Jing stood up from the cloud.
: "Whether it's immortals, saints, or Buddhas, most of them are different from what I imagined before. Their behavior makes me unhappy, but at least..."
Having said this, with the black magic stick in hand, all seventeen Arhats appeared, reaching into the sky, forming a formation. Pointed by the eighteen long sticks, a little Buddha's light appeared in the sky. In the blink of an eye, the Buddha's light exploded into pieces, and the golden light swept across the entire sky.
In the vast golden light, the eighteen golden Arhats disappeared, and a golden cicada pierced the sky and fluttered its wings and rushed towards Zheng'an, attacking the two soldiers. Su Jing's voice kept stopping in the dark: "At least they haven't
Go and make things difficult for the people in the middle-earth world. Compared with the black and dirty things, the crows are pure and holy; compared with the cruel monsters, the immortals and Buddhas are all compassionate."