Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 78: Enchanted (3)
The light surrounding the fangs between the thin fingers gradually faded away, and the flames were swaying with no heat. It was like the little oil in the night wind, and the fire in the storm seemed to be extinguished at any time but would never be extinguished.
Ye Hongyu looked at the holy brilliance between the fingers of the great monk Liansheng, with a confused expression on his eyes. Mo Shanshan's expression was not much better than hers, full of shock. They clearly felt the sacred aura contained in the light.
Cuo thought about Master Liansheng's words and could not calm down at all.
Ning Que's cultivation level and knowledge were not as shocked as the two girls. He was just slandering that the divine wood, which was so mysterious, was born without any sense of power? It seemed that it was not a real existence.
The old monk's fingers are transparent and warm, and it will not cause burning pain in his eyes, nor will it dissipate the high temperature of the flames, but it shines everything like the sunlight in the world, revealing indescribable
The highest realm.
Mo Shanshan murmured, "When the Tao and the demons are connected, they will enter the Tao of God?"
The old monk smiled and looked at her, his eyes full of appreciation, and said, "For decades, I have been thinking about the difference between Taoism and demons. I use Taoism to build a world outside my body, and use magic to build a world inside my body, and finally
I discovered a certain possibility, which is the eight words you said.”
Listening to these words, Ye Hongyu finally woke up from shock and thought of something. No matter whether the Taoist and demons can be connected to the spirit, to make such an attempt, she must first become possessed. She stared at the old monk in the Bone Mountain.
, I feel that my judgment is really a bit unrighteous, how can the Lotus Sheng Divine Host be possible...
"You guessed it well, I'm indeed already possessed."
The old monk sitting in the bone corpse mountain. The air has been so dry for decades. Only the roof of the bone corpse pointed to the bone corpse is hidden in the wetness. I don’t know how many days the wetness has finally condensed.
Water droplets dripped.
The old monk slowly raised his head and opened his lips slightly, and the drop of water dripped into his dry and cracked lips, and then turned into a smile on the old monk's thin and thin face. The smile was compassionate and calm, which made people feel heart-wrenching.
The old monk looked at her and said, "I was worried that Ke would be possessed alive by then, but I didn't expect that I would be admitted to the devil in the end."
Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu were at this time in a state of great shock. The realm was a little confused and immersed in thinking. Only Ning Que still paid attention to the old monk's every move.
When he entered the Demon Palace, he met this legendary figure who had been self-successful for decades. Ning Que had always had many questions in his heart. How could this Master Liansheng survive if he had not drunk or eaten for decades? Later, he met Mo Shanshan and Ye
Red Fish didn't have this or a question. He thought to himself that this master's level had already surpassed the mortals' imagination to be able to fast.
At this moment, he looked at the drop of water condensed from the cracks of the rock on the roof falling into the old monk's dry lips. He couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He thought that the old monk had mastered the rules of the stone silk dripping, and had not repeated it for decades.
How many times, or how many drops of water did Cao Jing missed, which made him heartbroken, so that he could become proficient in this way?
The crack of the rock is wet, and the legendary figure is raising a legendary figure for decades to atone for this scene. This great opportunity makes everyone feel compassionate and respectful, but Ning Que's heart is like a stone and refuses to tremble slightly, but his eyebrows are slightly raised.
If you get up and atone for your sins, why should you survive? If you want to respond to the depth of your sins with the pain of life, how can you suffer because you have missed a drop of water? So that you can raise your head and take the drop of water into the opposite direction in your instinct
When Ning Que was thinking about these things, Master Liansheng had already started to get to Ye Hongyu, and Moshan Mountain continued to analyze the scenery at the highest distance of the road. He couldn't help but frown and thought that Master Liansheng was in a frog back then.
It is difficult for Kesi to come to the temple master to come to visit. It is definitely not that Prince Longqing can compare with the goods. This Demon Palace has been so bored that he is so difficult for him every day. Where can you surpass him?
Sure enough, as time slowly moved in, only the old and sad voice was cut off from the room.
"If there is truth in the world, you should make it clear."
"What exactly are practitioners pursuing? If we are looking for ways to understand the world and the power to change the world, then how can the power itself have good and evil? Only those who use the power have a distinction between good and evil."
"A knife can be used to cut vegetables, carve radish, or kill people, a stone can be used to enjoy, or to make houses, or to kill people, a lake can be used to raise fish, or to use it.
You can also be used to kill people when you come to raft, and a mountain can be used to climb the bottom, build a hut, or kill people."
"Everything in the world can be used to please or kill people, but all things are not sinful. Only humans are the spirit of all things, giving all things souls and uses, so the word "sin" can only be applied to people. The difference between Taoism and demons lies in the method.
In the path, there is like all things in the world. How can one sin absurdly? Only people can sin."
The old monk's words were not difficult and obscure at all, nor did he use Nu Xu's words to put on a mysterious coat. He slowly talked about these simple and simple principles, and ruined the world of cultivation he knew to these three presents.
Young man listen.
The old monk's voice was weak, and his slightly hoarse voice was filled with love for this world and compassion for all living beings. His tone was peaceful but convincing. It was truly a casual saying, which was the wonderful truth.
Ning Queben didn't listen carefully, but was unknowingly attracted by the old monk's words. He sat on the ground and started listening intently. As the sound of the word came into his ears, his tense spirit gradually relaxed after coming to the wasteland, and his body also became
Relax.
The room of the Demon Palace seemed to have accumulated decades of loneliness, isolated from the world, and was extremely quiet. Only the old monk's voice slowly bloomed like a lotus flower and echoed gently. These sounds and words eventually turned into pounding water from lotus petals.
Echoing between the walls and the soul, it flowed over and over, warmly making people feel uncomfortable.
There are white bones in the mountain with half of dried meat cut off. The bones are tilted to the sky, with their withered bone claws stretched behind their heads as if they were padded, and their fleshless ancient feet are placed on their left knee, as if they are listening quietly and joyfully.
It seems particularly comfortable. I don’t know if it is a wind or a dripping water, but the white bone’s head will twitch it twice, and it seems that I agree very much.
I don’t know how much time has passed, and the teachings and explanations that echoed between the room and the soul have slowly stopped. The old monk looked at the thoughtful three young people in his heart with a gentle expression. He looked at the thoughtful expression on their faces and said with a smile:
"You are open to the mountain gate, and the world will inevitably come again. If you caress your bones and count carefully, the time for my departure is coming."
Ye Hongyu raised her head in shock and didn't know what to say.
The old monk looked at his thin hands that had been waiting for the lotus seal again. After the silence, he said calmly: "My life, from a worldly perspective, is already considered wonderful. He was born in Buddhism and became famous in Taoism but eventually followed the Demon Sect.
Now that life is about to end, I remember that the great priest of Kaizhao Demon Sect said a thousand years ago that I knew I was guilty of me, but only time, I couldn't help but feel meaningless. I was born in the lotus and died in the water. Why bother to care about who knows me or blames me
?”
"But who can really be completely unrelated to life and death? Even if you have already escaped from death, who can have no thought of the world? Want to leave some traces in this world? Even I am the same:"
The old monk slowly looked up, looked at the three people in front of him and said, "I have practiced the three sects and have been accusing me of my sins for decades. I dare not say that I have achieved great success but have gained something. I want to give the slightest power in this silence of body.
I have passed on my understanding of this world and I don’t know who among you is willing to accept my mercy…”
The great practitioners who have reached the extreme practice in the rumors have a deep enough understanding of the world and can even vaguely feel the time of their departure. Liansheng is trapped in the mountain gate of the Demon Sect and atone for decades of sins, hunger and bitterness.
Finally, he met the mountain gate and met his younger generation. Such ape might be the wedge point of life and death, so when he heard that he was about to leave this world, the three of them were shocked, but they were not completely mentally prepared.
However, when Master Liansheng decided to leave his robe and bowl, even Ning Que, who had been trying to calm down, could not help but shake his mind violently. Ye Hongyu was even more shaking in his sea of consciousness. He clenched his fists tightly and could not speak at all.
.
The two most important things in life are the methods of understanding the world, the ability to change the world, and the method of Master Liansheng to understand the world. The three of them had listened quietly for a long time before, and the ability to attack and change the world is naturally the power and realm.
There is no saying that the righteous practice has inherited power. Only the most powerful master of the Demon Sect will pass the power to the selected heir in a great way before his life spans. Master Liansheng wants to leave his mantle, so he should also use this and method.
!
What kind of person is Master Liansheng? Ning Que has never heard of it before, but he is very clear now.
Learning the three paths of Buddhism and demons, Cao went to two unknown places, worked as a guardian of the Buddhist sect, and served as a priest in the temple to rule over the temple. He almost tricked the position of the leader of the Demon sect and was qualified to travel with his uncle.
Fa, the Kuban Mountain has cultivated the Taoist demons and made them into a divine tree for decades! Such a person is of course the most powerful existence in the world!
How many years can you fight for less tea in the path of practice that is far away and difficult to see? How powerful can you gain? What kind of magical world can you come into contact with?
More importantly, Ning Que knew very well that if he could inherit the other party's legacy, it might not take long. General Chouqi and Prince Li Guyan, and even the shadows hidden behind them, could be easily allowed to be by himself.
Tearing it into pieces, you don’t need to rely on the power of the academy or putting the seniors in the back mountain into a dilemma. You can throw the hatred that you have been struggling for more than ten years quickly.
The father and daughter who loved her in this life, who were trampled to death by a young playmate, the knife mixed with black serum, the two people who fell in the room, the little black beside the gray wall on the rainy day
Zi, and the innocent villagers who died tragically in Xiao Heizi's hometown, all appeared in his mind at this moment, looking at him quietly.
The hatred for the destruction of the family was actually gradually fading in his heart, but he was afraid of the accumulation of dilapidation, so he wanted to hang the hatred deep into his bones. This hatred that had already changed its taste.
, has become the most important spiritual support in Ning Que's life, and this support is mixed with the innate pursuit of power, and becomes the strongest temptation that cannot be stopped.
This and temptation seemed to be an invisible hand, slowly tied his body up from the ground, urging him to move his feet with difficulty and walk towards the mountain of bones.