I have a role in the heavens

The grass is covered with dew, the reflection is bright, the wind blows down, and the cattle and sheep are in herds. The Bodhisattva of Joy sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, floating in mid-air, watching helplessly as the enlightened master who traveled to the grassland gradually faded away. The cool wind from high in the sky could not blow away the light of the lotus platform, but it made her face feel chilly.

The wind is moving, or is the heart beating?

In a daze, Huanxi Bodhisattva felt that all thoughts were lost and life was hopeless. Did he really want to switch from the Demonic Huanxi Path to Buddhism and become the nun who lights up the green lantern every day? Silently, without any fluctuations in power, just the words "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will find the shore" is imprinted on your heart?

Ten years of green lanterns, ten years of ancient Buddhas, and ten years of sitting dry. How could "Crazy Sword" Su Meng push Ananda's "cause and effect" of breaking the precepts of the sword into such a situation? Or is it a demon-like technique?

Still unable to figure it out, Huanxi Bodhisattva found that he still couldn't understand Su Meng's state. The unknown is the most terrifying and awe-inspiring. The Bodhisattva of Joy took a deep breath, calmed down all kinds of emotions, and smiled bitterly to himself.

"Why don't I go back to the fairy world?"

Happy Bodhisattva has made up his mind and will not come out to cause trouble again in the future! Since the magic weapon can isolate the Buddha's voice, the female fairy world must be able to do the same.

Outside Guangling City, at the head of Fenghuang Island. Two men sat opposite each other under the sycamore tree, one playing the guqin. His face was pale and as beautiful as a woman. He coughed from time to time. It was Wang Siyuan, the former eldest son of the Wang family and now the head of the Wang family. He still looked like he was in his twenties and had a sick appearance. With a full face and a delicate body, it seems that time has left no trace on him.

The other person has ordinary facial features, wearing a green robe, sitting in a calm and majestic posture, with a red star condensing and protruding on his forehead, which adds a bit of evil charm to him. He is now one of the nine evil paths, the leader of the Red Demon Sect, the "Demon Emperor" "Qi Zhengyan!

"He has reappeared in the world. Bodhisattva Huanxi has seen him."

Qi Zhengyan said as if it were normal, but he was slightly happy in his heart. He is now making everyone like a dragon, spreading the skills and cultivating civilian warriors. Many of his ideas come from Meng Qi. He has long regarded Meng Qi as a matter of life and death. Brothers, close friends in life.

Wang Siyuan stopped playing the piano, clenched his right hand into a fist, put it against his lips, coughed a few times, revealing a trace of bright red, and then exhaled.

"I know."

"Then do you know why he didn't kill Huanxi Bodhisattva?"

Qi Zhengyan's eyes were dull, as if he was asking a question, but he also seemed to already know the answer.

Wang Siyuan took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands, and smiled mysteriously.

"Sitting in the ancient temple for ten years, I hid my guilt, depression, unwillingness, madness, despair, pain and deep-seated hatred in my heart. I tempered and polished the spiritual knife day and night, integrating all my energy, spirit and will into it, ahem, It’s not to kill the little Bodhisattva of Joy.”

"Ten years of sharpening the sword, ten years of torment, ten years of pain. When that sword is swung out, it will definitely shake the world. It will be powerful in one go, then weaken again, and then it will be exhausted. If the rightful owner is not seen, he will definitely not use the sword."

"Sounds like you know a lot."

Qi Zhengyan's expression was calm, his eyes were so deep that he couldn't see the bottom at a glance, like an abyss, unfathomable.

Wang Siyuan smiled, with a tired and sick look, a bit of self-deprecation, and his eyes gradually became crazy.

"I'm a magic stick, so it's normal to know a lot, but I can't figure out his true situation. Ahem, hey, if I could figure it out, I would have been able to realize the Dharmakaya long ago."

"I didn't expect that he and Daluo Demon Girl would be in a life-and-death relationship."

Qi Zhengyan changed the topic, and he seemed to be puzzled. He didn't know that Meng Qi and Gu Xiaosang had such a deep relationship. They were confused about life and death for ten years, and they couldn't forget it without thinking about it.

Wang Siyuan shook his head, with a look of determination on his face. He had a deep understanding of human nature and extraordinary wisdom, and he had guessed the truth.

"No, at least not ten years ago. At that time, I stood at the top of the city. The roars I heard were mostly guilt, pain, despair and resentment. There were very few dejections and unforgettable feelings. Ahem, but ten years later it will be very It’s hard to say. Memories can beautify a person. Guilt and feelings will ferment emotions. When the pain is deep, the sweetness will be deep. Today, when the fake is true, the truth is also false.”

"Ahem, Gu Xiaosang is really powerful. He is willing to die to make progress!"

Qi Zhengyan did not mention the matter again, changed the subject again, and asked casually.

"You have only been in this situation for about ten years. It is difficult to survive without attaining the Dharmakaya. As the head of the family, why don't you marry a wife, have children, and leave blood descendants?"

"If you don't go crazy, you won't survive. If you continue to fall behind, you won't be able to survive. What use do I need from my wife and children?"

Wang Siyuan's expression became more and more crazy, with a hint of blood in his eyes. He raised his head in confusion, looked at the swirling river water, and said with a half-smile.

"When practicing the method of deriving numbers, the most important thing is to avoid being sentimental. If you are sentimental, you will be biased. If you are sentimental, you will be deceived. It is not difficult to understand if you have the memory of the devil."

Wang Siyuan stood up slowly, his face sickly and flushed, and walked to Zhoutou, speaking in a calm tone.

"Even if you fall into the devil's path, you still have brotherhood and a life-and-death friendship."

Wang Siyuan turned his back to Zhengyan, looked into the distance, and said with absolute determination without looking back.

"And as a magic stick, I can only deal with loneliness and madness except for my magic skills."

The mountains are lush and the trees are luxuriant. The sunlight shines through the branches and leaves, casting golden light spots one after another on the ground. The figures of Meng Qi and others gradually faded away, and finally disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly pieces of blood gathered here, forming a blurry figure with bright red eyes, ruthless and cruel, just like a Rakshasa of the Sea of ​​Blood!

"Where did he go?"

The spirit of the Blood Sea Rakshasa was like light, instantly covering the barren mountains and ridges. He was looking for every bit of information about Meng Qi, and found that there were traces of Meng Qi staying here, but he had moved away long ago and is currently missing. With his Dharmakaya The realm can only be vaguely grasped, and there is no way to accurately detect it!

The Blood Sea Rakshasa pondered for a moment, and his figure suddenly disintegrated. The blood was flying, getting lighter and lighter, disappearing in mid-air, and the mountains returned to silence.

The Blood Sea Rakshasa flew north, combining spells and secret techniques to search for Meng Qi's traces. After an unknown amount of time, a blur suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and there was a figure, with a wide robe and big sleeves, and hair tied in a hairpin, looking cool and confident. He looked like the "Magic Master" Han Guang!

"How did you come."

The Blood Sea Rakshasa was very wary of the magician and secretly distanced himself.

"You will never catch up with Su Meng."

"You are destined not to see him."

Han Guang looked up at the sky. The fate of cause and effect is the most mysterious. Even if the Blood Sea Rakshasa tracked him for ten years, he would not be able to catch up with Meng Qi. This was destined by cause and effect.

"You mean?"

The Blood Sea Rakshasa looked at Han Guang in confusion, his tone was a little solemn, and a feeling of panic filled his heart, and he asked again.

"What state has Crazy Sword reached?"

"Half-step Dharmakaya, suppressed hard, never made a breakthrough!"

"But he already has a trace of the characteristics of the other side. He can control destiny to a small extent, change cause and effect, and his cultivation level is not weaker than the dharma body. Even if you catch up with him, you can't stop him!"

The Blood Sea Rakshasa's expression changed, becoming gloomy and uncertain. His eyes flashed with blood, and he was filled with resentment and coldness. He was unwilling to be angry. But in the end, he sighed and his blood flew away. He returned to the Southern Wilderness. He understood that he had lost the last chance to take revenge on Meng Qi. It's a good time, and I will have nothing to do with this proud man of heaven in the future.

The familiar statues of mythical beasts and birds, the familiar white marble floor tiles, the familiar mist filling the sky, the familiar central light pillar, and the familiar Samsara Square were all displayed before Meng Qi's eyes again.

However, today, my mood is no longer the same. I am not afraid or excited, I just watch quietly.

A pillar of dense light rose up, and Zhao Heng, who was wearing a bright yellow emperor's robe, stepped out. He had two black beards on his lips. His eyes and temperament were much more mature and restrained. His majesty was revealed, and he had the concealed appearance of an emperor. A lot has changed from ten years ago. When Zhao Heng saw Meng Qi, he was not surprised or confused, but smiled. He walked up to Meng Qi like a dragon and a tiger, raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and punched him slowly.

Meng Qi's eyes were still a bit dead, but his expression softened, he smiled slightly, then made a fist with his right hand, and exchanged blows with Zhao Heng's fist in mid-air.

"Pa! We can fight side by side again!"

Zhao Heng took back his hand and said with a smile, his words were concise, without greetings or questions. Although the ten-year gap has not brought about any unfamiliarity, everyone has made changes under the erosion of time. Zhao Heng has obviously become much more silent and dignified.

Just as Meng Qi was about to speak, two more dense beams of light fell down. Jiang Zhiwei was dressed in apricot yellow and held a long sword. She was as bright, as generous, and as firm and proud. She was the one who had changed the least, or in other words, she had already gone through the grinding process of death. wash away.

Ruan Yushu still looks like she is in her twenties, with her white dress out of the dust, cool and refined, her hair rolled up in a bun, and holding her guqin across her arms. She really looks like a fairy from Guanghan descending to the earth, but the childish innocence in the eyes between her eyebrows has all disappeared, and she is becoming more and more drifting, as if In a blink of an eye, you will ascend to the nine heavens and leave the world behind.

Zhang Yuanshan and Fu Zhenzhen walked out of the pillar of light hand in hand, with smiles on their faces. The man was calm and majestic, while the woman was gentle and kind. They had come together in the past ten years, cultivated themselves, and became a couple. It was just because they were in reincarnation. Life and death are unpredictable, and she has never given birth to a child.

With the current realm, strength and accumulation of previous reincarnations of these people, there is no need to exchange them specifically before the mission. Those who can be used must complete exclusive missions. It is difficult to rescue emergencies. Good deeds are mostly used for accumulation, which is the deduction for missions and the magic weapons. Preparation of items.

The six people sat cross-legged. Jiang Zhiwei talked about interesting experiences from previous missions. Ruan Yushu and others added from time to time. The atmosphere was peaceful and peaceful, with a touch of meaning.

Just when Meng Qi thought that life would continue to be beautiful like this, the light and shadow in front of his eyes changed, and the indifferent and ruthless voice of the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation rang in his ears. This voice was unforgettable for Meng Qi and would be unforgettable for ten years.

"After the fall of heaven, the demon saints who made a breakthrough while the Buddha was destroyed led the great saints and many demon gods to attack the spiritual mountain at the core of the Pure Land. After this battle, ten thousand Buddhas passed away and the demons were lost. Only the demon saints and a few demon gods were left in the spiritual mountain. The person escaped and has since disappeared, leaving the spiritual mountain in ruins and nowhere to be found."

"Main mission: Return to Lingshan and find the final whereabouts of the Great Saints and Demon Gods. If successful, 15,000 good deeds will be rewarded. If failed, the corresponding good deeds will be deducted."

"Side mission: Investigate the truth behind the Battle of Lingshan in the past. If you succeed, you will be rewarded with the elixir of good fortune. If you fail, there will be no punishment."

When the words disappeared, Meng Qi and others had already clearly seen the environment they were in. It was a dilapidated majestic palace, full of traces of years of erosion and destruction by external forces. An incense table was placed in front, with an empty sky above it and dim surroundings.

The six people cautiously stepped out of the palace door. As soon as they came out, they saw lightning and thunder in the depths, green lotuses blooming, flashing and blooming, the birth and death of the world, the nebula and the Milky Way, a tree supporting the sky and the ground Golden hoops with thick and thin peaks stood proudly among them, and a roar of loud shouts resounded like thunder, shaking forever.

"My old grandson will not cultivate the next life in this life!"

Meng Qi's eyes flashed, and he suddenly closed his eyes and listened attentively.

And in the background of the loud shouting, there was a wave of resentment that was never-ending. The voices came one after another, and the teeth were gnashed.

"Ananda!"

Countless voices of resentment rose one after another, setting off the roar of the Monkey King, making the dark and terrifying Lingshan even more bizarre.

Meng Qi opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhiwei and others. He saw the same doubts in their eyes. What role did Ananda play in the battle at Lingshan in the past to leave so much resentment and hatred?

In this regard, Meng Qi had a guess. Could it be that the only escape from the demon army was the Demon Saint? It was also thanks to Ananda. From then on, love and hate were inseparable. Bearing the mark of being killed by a heartless person, a person enters the reincarnation of the world. His obsession is difficult to eradicate, the mark gradually weakens, and he eventually falls into the devil's path?

"The demon saint who dared to climb the spiritual mountain and invade the pure land must have made a breakthrough, crossed the sea of ​​suffering, reached the other shore, and became a real big shot. Ananda had not yet practiced the Tathagata's palm to become a demon at that time. He was just a legendary Arhat. After all, How could He De allow the Demon Saint to leave Lingshan alone?"

Jiang Zhiwei raised her own questions. She really couldn't figure out what Ananda had done, and why he made the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and monsters in Lingshan hate him so much. They almost wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood!

"In the original battle of Lingshan, there were very few survivors. It is really difficult to fully understand what exactly happened and what plans each side had. We still need to explore slowly."

Meng Qi suddenly thought of a possibility. Could it be that Ananda was using his relationship with Demon Saint Feng Xi to make her fall into a trap and turn against her?

Meng Qi held a long knife in his left hand, his green shirt was swaying, and he spoke in a deep voice. He looked around, wondering what the point of guessing at this time was.

"Let's go further!"

The Buddhist temple collapsed, and countless dark cracks appeared in the dark void outside, like giant mouths of monsters, choosing and devouring people. And they have isolated small paths leading to the top of Lingshan Mountain. Occasionally, the wind blows and tears the flesh. If a mortal is here, the flesh has been split and the soul has been dissolved. If he really reaches the place where the battle was originally fought, it is impossible to encounter the divine wind of Samadhi.

Thunders were rising and dying in the distance, stars were twinkling, and from time to time, lightning penetrated and illuminated the line of sight. Meng Qi and the other six people walked forward slowly, extremely cautiously.

"Roar!"

The road is twists and turns, and it seems that it will never end. Countless creepy sounds are coming from near and far away, and the spirit will basically be swallowed up by the gaps in the void. It is quite painful, but occasionally half-destroyed people can be seen. In the Buddhist temple, the Arhat is shrouded in gray and dark gold, and the Dharmakaya is as huge as a tiger and leopard on a hill.

Meng Qi even saw a golden body of a Bodhisattva hidden in the darkness, with cracks all over its body, gray liquid flowing out, and an unusually hollow face. If they were not on the same road and had to go around many gaps, there might have been a fierce battle. The Bodhisattva who becomes a zombie after death can be infinitely close to the Dharmakaya in strength!

Meng Qi's expression was calm, and the long knife he held in his left hand was still hidden in the sheath, as if it were dusty years. He took steps and continued to move forward. Jiang Zhiwei walked side by side with him, while Zhao Heng and Ruan Yushu were a few steps behind. The further you go, the cracks in the void that tear apart everything and swallow up King Kong become denser and denser, and the passable road becomes narrower and narrower.

From time to time, the wind blows away the flesh and melts the bones, and separates the soul. Zhao Heng's imperial robe reacts with a little black and yellow light, turning into a real dragon coiled around it. The fairy robes and heavenly clothes of Jiang Zhiwei and others also have strange phenomena, and they are dense. Soaring into the sky, the glow was shining brightly, blocking the howling of the almost Samadhi divine wind.

Meng Qi's green shirt was swaying, his hair was floating, his face was as heavy as water, and his eyes were as silent as night, neither pale nor radiant. He just walked forward in an ordinary way, as if this was a common trend.

The road was winding and long. The six of them had no idea how long they had walked and how high they had climbed. They were surrounded by zombie-like Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and great demons and gods, and they moved forward without any danger.

As I walked, a Buddhist temple suddenly appeared in front of me. Although everything I saw along the way had collapsed, it was basically intact. The tiles were glazed, the bricks were gold, and they reflected the light of thunder. It was as beautiful as a fairy palace.

And at the entrance of the Buddhist temple, a huge dark golden figure sat cross-legged! Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei stopped almost as soon as they spotted this figure. With a clang, Jiang Zhiwei's long sword let out a dragon's roar and lay across the front.

This figure is like an old man, with a dark golden body and long eyebrows that extend out of his face. He is wearing a golden cassock, with his hands clasped in fists and a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He seems to contain the truth of the world and all kinds of impermanence, which makes people There is an inexplicable feeling of realizing the true meaning of Buddhist Zen. There are no cracks in the sky around the Buddhist temple. Behind the dark golden figure, blossoming Brahma flowers bloom and fall endlessly. When the flowers bloom, each flower has a piece of pure land, and the whole universe can see the smile full of Zen. When it falls, everything becomes silent. The dark gold figure is there, as if sitting in the center of countless universes and pure lands.

Flowers bloom and fall of their own accord.

Without any other thoughts, just the initial induction, everyone can be sure that this is the remains of a legendary power. The dark golden figure in front of them is either a Buddha, a great Bodhisattva, or a great Arhat!

Meng Qi could only manifest the illusory golden Buddha's shadow when he used "Only Me", but now it has truly come to reality? Meng Qi recognized the identity of this great Arhat at a glance and exclaimed.

"It's Lord Kasyapa!"

Yes, this is Mahakasyapa, the first of the ten disciples of Buddha! He is a great Arhat, and is known as the Saha Pure Land together with Ananda. He is one of the two most likely candidates to inherit the Taoism after the death of Buddha. The allusion of "Buddha picked up flowers and Kasyapa smiled" is famous in all circles. He is the ancestor of Zen. The nominal source of inheritance in Shaolin Temple, the Dharmakaya demonstrated by holding the flower finger is the Dharmakaya of Kasyapa.

The people standing on both sides of the Buddha statue are either Manjushri and Samantabhadra, or Kassapa and Ananda, which shows that their status in the Saha Pure Land is better than that of many Buddhas, just like Avalokitesvara, Mahasthamaprapta and Glazed Pure Land in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. Sunlight, Moonlight Bodhisattva, etc.

Great Arhats are equal to great Bodhisattvas, and those who are close to the Buddha are in the realm of legend. The most outstanding ones among the great Bodhisattvas, such as Ksitigarbha and Guanyin, have long been able to achieve Buddhahood, but they have not stepped out of that realm because their great vows have not yet been fulfilled. One step, but its own strength and realm are not better than Buddha. It is stronger than most Buddhas and exceeds the legendary realm. Ksitigarbha Guanyin is like this, why can't Ananda and Kasyapa?