Testing the mind, boundless illusions, and the Seven Passes of Jing Brahma, of course, have their own mysteries.
However, since it is a formation arranged by humans, the formation itself has its limits.
A few days ago, Kuangren Chu swept through the Seven Jingfan Passes and broke through many illusions. In the same way, he inevitably caused damage to the formation itself.
This Jingfan Seven Pass is not something made by real gods. It is also condensed by the method of illusion. Although it is impossible to break through the core of the formation in one fell swoop, it is impossible to break through the formation in one fell swoop.
But in the process of breaking through the illusion, cracks appeared in the formation.
Originally, the Seven Jingfan Passes were extremely mysterious. After some time, they would naturally be able to repair themselves slowly.
After a few years, there were no cracks at all, and it was just as good as it was back then.
For thousands of years, only eminent monks who have achieved Taoism will go through the Seven Jingfan Passes. Although the Jokhang Temple is a vast Buddhist community, it is impossible for eminent monks to appear often. It is already very remarkable to have such a monk appear in just a few decades.
Even if there is some damage to Jingfan Seven Passes, it will not be reflected.
But after Kuangren Chu, Feng Ziyue continued to pass the pass, and the cracks in the Jingfan Seven Pass Formation were clearly exposed.
It was through this opportunity that Feng Ziyue was able to go so smoothly!
By the second day, all the masters had already seen it clearly.
"This kid is quite opportunistic..."
Sun Yunhe laughed dumbly. He held the big gourd in his arms, took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and shook his head.
"If you can be opportunistic to this extent, I'm afraid even I might not be able to do it, right?"
Yun Weixue sighed in admiration, and they also understood that, yes, Feng Ziyue was opportunistic and borrowed Kuangren Chu's light to break through the Jingfan Seven Levels that were full of illusions so quickly.
However, after passing six levels in two days, even if they, as masters, thought of this truth and could step into the ruthless way and rush forward desperately, they might not be able to achieve such results.
Deep down in their hearts, they still admire this young man very much.
"According to this, it shouldn't be difficult for Protector Feng to break through the final hurdle tomorrow and enter the Four Brahma Chan Monastery. But I don't know how he can stop the decisive battle between Master Ascetic and Madman Chu..."
Bing Xin Jingyue is now completely on Feng Ziyue's side and considers for him.
"That's not necessarily the case..."
Yun Weixue shook her hand, "In the previous six levels, Protector Feng could use the cracks in Jingfan's seventh level, but at the seventh level, the barrier between life and death, that may not be possible."
In this level, true and false, false and true, true and false, false and true, what is illusion and what is reality, at this point, it is completely indistinguishable.
Feng Ziyue uses the compassionate way and practices the ruthless method. Coming here should be the biggest test.
"At this point, even we can't predict what will happen..."
If it is purely a ruthless way, then that's fine, but if you have feelings yourself, no one knows what will happen after you emerge from the seventh level.
The three great masters still showed worried looks on their faces.
Even the ancestors of the Jokhang Temple are afraid of the seventh level of Jingfan! If you don't have the insight to see through everything, and simply deal with it in a ruthless way, I'm afraid it will kill the compassion in your heart.
Even if you can come out by then, can you still maintain your true nature?
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"The seventh level of Jingfan..."
On the third day, Feng Ziyue finally entered the last level of the Seven Levels of Jingfan.
The morning sun was rising, shining slantingly on this quiet room.
Calm and serene.
Feng Ziyue took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, feeling the temperature of the sun and the smoke and dust flying in the air. Everything seemed dreamlike, yet extremely real.
Is this the legendary seventh level of Jingfan that even the Buddha is afraid of?
Feng Ziyue looked around intently, with a calm expression.
He knew that the way he and Madman Chu passed this final level must be different. Madman Chu himself was ruthless. In his eyes, he only had persistence in martial arts, so with one strike of his palm, no one in the world could match him.
To him, it is not important at all to have feelings and ruthlessness in his heart. In this case, if the world is really an illusion, what does it matter?
Without this persistence, he was able to pass through the Seven Levels of Jingfan with overwhelming force.
The eminent monks of the past dynasties are different. They are superb in Buddhism. The most important thing is to be able to see clearly what is true and what is illusion.
If you can distinguish between reality and illusion, you can naturally pass this last level easily - however, this may seem simple, but it is the highest requirement. How can a mortal have a pair of discerning eyes?
The next best thing is to see through the world that everything is just a mirror, and since you can't tell what is real and what is illusion, then regard everything as a fantasy.
In this way, a great virtuous and eminent monk can achieve ultimate nirvana and be reborn in the world, but this kind of Buddhist practice is a level lower than the wisdom of the eye.
If you are one level worse, you cannot get rid of the difference between reality and illusion, and regard everything as real. In the end, it is the so-called inability to survive life-for eminent monks of all ages, reaching this point is considered a failure.
Of course, what's even worse is that you can't escape from the Seven Jingfan Passes at all, and simply die in it, which is a failure within a failure.
The path Feng Ziyue took was completely different from them.
He has feelings in his heart. Naturally, he is not like those virtuous and eminent monks who can regard everything as an illusion. Nor can he be like Kuangren Chu, who can ignore everything and only care about martial arts.
He has not cultivated Buddhism, nor does he have the wisdom to distinguish reality from illusion.
Of course, it is impossible for him to take everything as true and become a failure in the end.
If you want to pass the test, you must take a completely different path from your predecessors!
He smiled slightly and saw the scene in the foreground changing. Sometimes there were monsters raging, sometimes there were armies fighting, and soon, it turned into a quiet scene again.
Above the Changming Tower, the bright moon hangs high.
Feng Ziyue couldn't help but smile bitterly. How many times had he seen this scene in fantasy?
After all, this is the most profound memory since his rebirth. After the battle at Changming Tower, everything changed and his life started again.
However, what if he did not die in the battle at Changming Tower?
Feng Ziyue's heart moved, and he waved his sword, but he saw that no one around him could be his enemy. Guan Zhongliu and the like were all turned into powder with a single wave of his sword.
Yes, he is already a peak PoXu master, why would he care about these mere innate warriors?
Feng Ziyue gave a long laugh, but suddenly realized that he only had one arm, and there was darkness in front of him.
This...this is...
The sword god of the time, Feng Ziyue!
What would this life be like if we easily won the battle at Changming Tower and were not reborn?
The heroes are tied up, he is already the supreme sword god, but there is no one to accompany him!
