The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 111 Illusion
"I'm afraid the truth you said is more than that."

Li Ang lowered his eyes, and slowly rolled up the cuffs of his white coat, as if he didn't see the magic circle rising and expanding under Gu Yi's feet, and said calmly: "It coincides with the end of the Dharma era, and the spiritual veins of heaven and earth are exhausted. Practitioners in the world want to remain extraordinary. It is necessary to increase income and reduce expenditure. Western warlocks can barely rely on the magic circuit to achieve 'reduction of expenditure' and survive in the world, but your method of practice has opened up a different path, taking the path of 'open source'."

Gu's complexion changed suddenly, and the golden lotus suddenly bloomed under his feet, and the overlapping petals stretched and stretched, covering the entire corridor.

"That Buddha's light is boundless, illuminating the ten directions, without hindrance; only the conception Buddha absorbs all living beings, so it is named Amitabha." Li Ang looked at the golden lotus, and said sarcastically: "The school you belong to is very broad-minded. A little bit, copying a little bit, imitating the wonderful golden lotus in the "Amitabha Sutra", but I haven't even learned a third of the charm, it is clearly the monkey version that has been deleted and castrated by the Tantra."

Gu Yi had a gloomy face. The sage who founded the sect did have a lot to do with Tantric Buddhism near the Himalayas. In terms of improvement and repair, it is not an exaggeration to say that there are two completely different methods. How did the other party see that they were following suit?

She didn't know that Li Ang had created an anonymous trumpet in his previous life, traveled around the world with Taoist people, destroyed mountains and temples, wiped out blood-eating ghosts and gods, strangled those places where filth and evil sacrifices were hidden, and chopped down the filthy places with his own hands. The number of heads is enough to pile up several Beijing temples.

During that catastrophe, he seized innumerable classics and texts. He can know the works by seeing the details, and can know the autumn by a leaf. He sorted out those messy exercises and deduced them.

After the Daomen's demolition of temples was over, Li Ang had fallen in love with this kind of outing that was both educational and entertaining. Every once in a while, his hands were itchy, and he stepped into the world to find some criminals to sacrifice to the heavens—these criminals Among the elements, there are some bald donkeys who distort the teachings.

Not to mention the bald heads of the Dharma-ending era, even those eminent monks in the middle ages may not be able to surpass Li Ang in refuting Buddhist principles. It is naturally easy to analyze a mere esoteric golden lotus that has been deleted, edited and castrated.

I saw Li Ang's palm spread out, and a golden lotus bloomed in the palm. Although it was not as big as Gu Yi's, it was superior in grandeur, tranquility, sacredness and purity.

"Go." Li Ang said lightly, and let go of his palm. The golden lotus fell to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, it was already attached to the twisted space of the Mobius ring, expanding rapidly from slow to fast.

The Sanskrit chants suddenly sounded, and this narrow corridor inexplicably filled with a sense of luxury, and Li Ang walked forward in the environment of merit and solemnity, which seemed like a paradise of bliss.

Every time he took a step, a golden lotus as big as a wheel rose up from under his footprints. When he approached Gu Yi about ten steps before, the golden lotus had completely engulfed every corner of the corridor, forming a prison, restraining Gu Yi inside.

"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dreams and illusions, like dew and like electricity, treat it as such!" Gu Yi clenched his teeth, held his mind, and forcibly restrained the urge to bow down to Li Ang, who is like a true Buddha, "this is all It's an illusion!"

The real body, who was thousands of miles away, opened his eyes, opened the channel, and poured powerful mana into the projection, resisting the invasion of Li Ang's dream.

"As expected, if you cheat, you will be exposed."

Li Ang withdrew the golden lotus illusion, pointed at a non-existent silk thread in the midair, fixed it, turned his head and said to Gu Yi Hexu: "In my spiritual consciousness, the source of your mana is quite strange, not a star Projection is not sensing the world, but stealing from another space-time dimension."

He flicked his fingertips, painting a pond-like landscape in mid-air.

The pond is not big, the pond is deep and the water is clear, surrounded by green grass, and the towering trees cast shadows, leaving mottled reflections on the water.

"This pond is like the present world, and the Dharma-ending Age is like the Haoyang hanging high in the sky."

Li Ang pressed it with his thumb, leaving behind a round of red sun, scorching the pond at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The pond became narrower and narrower, and the water level became shallower and shallower. The lazily swimming fish in it felt a little uneasy, and flicked their tails anxiously.

"The earth in the Dharma-ending era is like a closed pond under the scorching sun. No matter how strong and strong the fish in the pond are, they cannot jump out of the increasingly narrow pond, and can only face the fate of being stranded and dying."

Li Ang seemed to think of something, sighed, and with a wave of his hand, a large piece of pale fish maw floated up in the pond, and the stench spread and expanded.

"Ask how clear it is, because there is a source of living water. In order to avoid the loss of extraordinary power, the sect you belong to has the audacity to communicate with other time and space dimensions, borrow aura from unknown planes, and nourish itself."

A golden koi suddenly appeared in the corner of the pond, as if unwilling to accept its fate, it resolutely got into the mud at the edge of the pond and dug deeper.

"The relationship between the earth and other planes is like two adjacent ponds, and what you do is like digging holes in the soil that separates the two ponds to introduce water from other ponds."

Following Li Ang's slow narration, the koi continued to move forward in the mud, and one day, it dug out a source of clear water from the veins of the earth. The water mixed with sediment gushed out and poured into the dry pond .

However, Li Ang's expression became more solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "But have you ever thought about it, there are so many extraordinary people in the world, and the mighty giants are like stars in the sky, why only you can succeed?"

"The age of the end of Dharma is not a joke. How can the dam between the ponds be so loose? You are as weak as a mayfly or an insect. How can you dig through the dam?"

Gu's face was as calm as water, only a little bit of struggle flashed in the two pairs of deep eyes.

Li Ang shouted loudly, and shouted decisively: "Unless there is someone on the other side of the dam to assist you, this barrier will be gradually worn away by the cooperation of the inside and the outside!"

"That existence is definitely not a good man and woman who is willing to help others. The reason why he helps you is to break through this barrier, cross the dam, and devour the remaining fish and shrimp in this stranded pond."

In the mid-air projection, a hideous snake eel with a mouth full of fangs suddenly jumped out of the hole dug out by the koi carp, and crawled along the passage until it broke through the obstacles and tumbling and stirring in the stranded pond. Violence was rampant.

Gu Yi breathed out a foul breath and remained silent, while Li Ang stretched out his hand to erase these scenes, pinched the silk thread that transmits power, and said in a deep voice: "In other words, the terrifying future you are referring to is exactly You provoked it yourself."

(End of this chapter)