Heaven's Last Big Boss

On a peaceful fairy island, under the stars all over the sky, a group of beautiful girls dressed in simple and simple costumes were holding hands and singing happily there.

The plague has receded, and thousands of people are alive.

Ao Ying and Yue Wushuang were laughing and chattering here, planning to stay here for a few days, leave some medical skills and teach the locals how to grow herbs, and then set off to find the three male team members to join.

In the past few months, they have been exhausted.

……

Is this night too long?

Zhou Zheng opened his eyes and looked at the faintly glowing talisman on the window, feeling a little strange in his heart.

He rummaged through the bookcase for a while, took out a pair of replacement straw sandals, and began to change them with a rustle.

The bearded uncle's voice came from the side, and it was still a quiet night outside the door.

Zhou Zheng stood up, stomped his feet lightly, and then started walking around the dilapidated Buddhist hall with his hands behind his back.

More and more doubts came to my mind.

He faintly sensed that something was wrong here.

Lanruo Temple, Nie Xiaoqian, Ning Caichen...

Obviously, this is just a love story.

If Zhou Zheng remembers correctly, this story is about a married man, Ning Caichen, who said that I will always only love my wife. With the help of Yan Chixia and Yan Chixia's advice, kill the old bustard here, and bring Xiaoqian home to be a "ghost wife".

Liaozhai, most of them are these absurd things.

What Xiao Jin and Xiao Yin said in the main hall inside Laojun's Taiji diagram earlier seemed to contain some key information.

That's right, the two boys said, Laojun chose seven places for them to practice.

In other words, this place was chosen by Laojun himself, and Laojun even came here.

Laojun's actions must have deep meaning.

When Laojun appeared in the villa, he once said to himself that in about 20 years, the way of heaven will be completely recovered in Yang Jian's body.

The great Tianzun is dead, and the masters of the immortals and Buddhas in the sky are all dead and injured.

Laojun also said that the three friends, the Patriarch of Sanqing, could no longer interfere with the affairs of the Three Realms, so he made painstaking arrangements and sent them here.

What is the deep meaning hidden here?

So far, there are only seven experience places in total. Will you really use one experience place to let yourself experience the sweet love between humans and ghosts?

Yan Chixia's snoring continued, and the night at Lanruo Temple seemed to be quieter.

Zhou Zheng, who was walking around, suddenly stopped and looked down at the corner next to the Buddha statue.

The head of the cut off Buddha statue was lying horizontally under his feet, with his back facing him at the moment, and the corners were also a little damaged, so there was nothing wrong with it.

Zhou Zheng shook his head slightly, turned and walked to the side, but suddenly turned back after taking two steps, stepped on the Buddha statue with his left foot, and slid towards his side forcefully, so that the head of the Buddha statue faced him.

suddenly!

Zhou Zheng's hair was matted all over his body, and he seemed to hear the noise of 'Humai' next to his ears, and there seemed to be bursts of chanting from all around him.

That Buddha statue!

The handsome face of the Buddha statue!

It's him!

It's his original appearance!

Zhou Zheng felt cold all over his body, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be more eyes in the dim environment around him, and an inexplicable fear surged into his heart.

What's going on here?

Didn't he come to Lanruo Temple?

A few pictures quickly flashed across my heart, which were the situation after I was sent out of the Tai Chi Diagram.

He opened his eyes and stood in front of the ancient temple, with a bookcase in front of him, and a stone tablet covered with vines in front of him. When he swept away the vines, he saw the big characters of Lanruo Temple.

"Why don't you sleep?"

The bearded uncle complained from the side: "Hurry up and go to sleep, with the talisman of the Taoist priest, those dirty things dare not come over."

"Heroes?"

Zhou Zheng turned around and looked at the bearded uncle.

"I haven't asked yet..."

"Xiao Chixia, a Taoist."

The uncle grumbled, turned over, and soon snored again.

Zhou Zheng couldn't help falling into silence.

There is no moonlight outside the window, and there are only candles in the Buddhist hall.

He sat cross-legged in meditation, thought carefully for a while, then quickly turned around and walked towards the side door behind the Buddhist hall, pushed the door open, and woke up the rough man who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Zhou Zheng quickly stepped into the backyard, his eyes were shining with a faint golden light, and he kept scanning around.

I have an impression.

I have an impression of the layout of this place.

Kicking open the door of a fasting room in the backyard where Yinxiu lived, the scenery inside made Zhou Zheng's pupils shrink slightly.

"What are you doing?" The bearded uncle ran over, holding a shining long sword in his hand.

Zhou Zheng avoided him subconsciously, with a bit of vigilance in his eyes, and then under the stunned expression of the uncle, he jumped into the air.

This frail scholar rammed headlong into the mass grave in the back mountain!

"Infinite Heavenly Venerate! Who are you!"

The bearded man's Adam's apple trembled, and he scratched his back, and the sword case flew towards his back by itself.

The sword box was opened, and a flying sword flew out of it. The bearded uncle staggered into the air while stepping on the flying sword, and hurriedly chased towards the back mountain. He could only faintly see the scholar fall under a big banyan tree.

"It's... Be careful! There's a monster hidden there..."

The uncle hadn't finished shouting, but he saw the scholar's right hand raised his sword fingers together, and the fingertips flickered a little sword light.

The big banyan tree seemed to come alive, and the branches and vines on it turned into black ghost hands, grabbing directly at the scholar.

The scholar's figure was suspended in mid-air, with his left hand behind his back, and his right hand moved forward quickly. With just a few slashes of sword light, he tore apart many ghosts and slashed directly on the big banyan tree!

There was no gap in the trunk, but drops of pitch-black blood flowed out from under the bark.

At this moment, there was a rumbling sound from the back mountain, and a powerful demonic aura shot up into the sky, which made the bearded uncle suddenly change color.

This kind of accident is really too fast.

And the scholar turned a deaf ear to the billowing evil spirit that appeared in the back mountain, and just lowered his head to rummage under the tree.

When the bearded uncle approached, the scholar had dug out a pile of bones and a pile of pottery altars.

"This is the columbarium!"

Xiao Chixia hurriedly said:

"There is red paper pasted on it, and if you write your birthday and surname, you can control the soul left behind by this person! It's really evil!"

"Well," Zhou Zheng nodded, signaling the priest not to approach, and then pondered for a while on the ashes urn in his hand.

Xiao Chixia looked at it from a distance, wondering:

"Ao Xiaoqian? Is this an old friend of Daoist friend?"

Zhou Zheng smiled without saying a word.

Xiao Chixia pointed to the huge black shadow that appeared on the back mountain: "Well, fellow daoist, should we deal with this guy first, or run for our lives and call all fellow daoists to come here to eliminate demons together?"

"No need."

Zhou Zheng looked at Xiao Chixia, his eyes were very sincere, and there was a bit of encouragement in his eyes.

"I believe, Taoist priest, you alone are enough to deal with this demon!"

"What?"

After Zhou Zheng said that, he rose up from the air, and when he landed, he had already returned to the gate of Lanruo Temple, regardless of the muddy ground, he sat cross-legged in meditation.

This is the starting point of his trip.

The back mountain lit up with sword lights.

Zhou Zheng didn't look at these, but closed his eyes, focused his attention, and adjusted his breathing.

Suddenly, the figure of Tang Sanzang's sister appeared in Zhou Zheng's heart, and a piece of scriptures slowly spread in Zhou Zheng's heart accompanied by her soft voice.

Ah, those few days, Tang Sanzang asked her to learn Buddhist classics, but she didn't think about it, but it played a role here.

Whether it is Buddhist scriptures or Taoist scriptures, if you can find the authenticity, it is a good scripture.

Zhou Zheng chanted quickly in his mouth: "Ah, Wado, you try to brush and pull Bodhisattva..."

After a while, a shallow treasure wheel appeared behind him, and the moonlight-like Buddha light burst out from this treasure wheel, spreading across the road in front of the ancient temple.

The fierce battle in the back mountain is in full swing.

Zhou Zheng's voice reciting scriptures became faster and faster, and the Buddha's light behind him became brighter and brighter!

One by one '卍' printed on his mouth floated out, flew into the space between the heaven and the earth, condensed a shallow Buddha image in the air, and continuously recited to all directions.

once, twice, three times...

"Sir?"

Xiaoqian in white clothes appeared in front of Zhou Zheng, and asked full of doubts: "My lord, what are you doing?"

Zhou Zheng didn't open his eyes, that Xiaoqian walked forward slowly, suddenly a stern look appeared on the ground, a sharp claw covered Zhou Zheng's forehead, but just when she was about to get close to Zhou Zheng, her figure suddenly collapsed into a world of mortals.

Four times, five times, six times...

The Buddha shadow above Zhou Zheng's head was almost solid.

The battle at Houshan seemed to have come to an end. Xiao Chixia rushed over covered in blood, and was about to grab Zhou Zheng's shoulder with her hand, shouting:

"Let's go! This old demon has practiced for thousands of years, and he can't deal with it!"

But in the same way, just as the bearded man was about to approach Zhou Zheng's shoulder, his figure collapsed silently, turning into dust and dissipating from Zhou Zheng's eyes.

Seven times, eight times, nine times...

Zhou Zheng opened his eyes, and there was something in his heart. The ancient temple in front of him, the Buddha shadow above his head, and the world were like a folded scroll. They were folded and stored at the same time, and turned into a jewel, floating in front of him.

The surroundings are pitch black, the sky is full of stars above the head, and the dry land below.

Zhou Zheng didn't move, his eyes were neither sad nor happy, and he said:

"The other shore depicted in the Buddhist Heart Sutra is not in the Buddha's kingdom or bliss, but in one's own heart.

"What I have seen before is nothing but the projection of my heart, and what I have heard before is nothing but the direction of my heart.

"Thinking about it this way, several of my teammates are also trapped in this orb."

Behind the orb, a blurry figure of a woman emitting colorful rays of light slowly appeared, with a clam shell under her feet, she lowered her head and sighed softly:

"The appearance of the heart is nothing but illusory after all. I have passed away. I just want to see a dream. Are you unwilling to give it to me?"

Just as Zhou Zheng was about to speak, a bit of understanding appeared in his heart.

She is the female ghost Laojun wants to find by himself.

A dead beast.

Mirage.

Chapter 145 A Dream in the Floating World

Zhou Zheng is not happy now.

Yes, he saw through the illusory, and was the first among the five members of the team to see through the trial.

It is also thanks to the Buddhist "Heart Sutra" taught by Sanzang's sister, which really played a big role at critical moments!