Mirroring the changes

Yangxiao looks at Shuyin, and the dark night is dark.

In the first half of the night, the sound of killings was still loud in the Shasheng Temple.

In the second half of the night, the Sesshou Temple was completely silent.

The two commanders who worked together in collusion have always been successful, but unfortunately this time they failed.

They broke through the barrier of Shasheng Temple, but they didn't want to release the mirage laid by monk Mi Qian.

The original form of Monk Mi Jian is the ancient beast ‘Mirage’.

The innate magical power of mirage is mirage energy.

An ancient saying goes: Thousands of well trees are blooming when the weather is clear, but I am worried about seeing the smoke from Wuling.

It's a mirage.

The mirage can take on many shapes and forms.

After the demon clan inhales the mirage, its consciousness is pulled into the illusion.

It's like entering an independent space.

There was no way to break free.

Monk Mi Jian, who was standing at a high place, couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the fallen monsters, and murmured to himself: "It will be fine if you take a nap, it will be fine if you take a nap."

He himself is from the demon clan, and he once thought about restoring the glory of the demon clan.

Naturally, he is not willing to kill the demon clan.

Generally speaking, monks abide by the precepts, so they have precept scars on their bodies.

The monks of Shasheng Temple should avoid the disaster of slacking off during ordination.

So I have a ring scar on my body.

But Monk Mikan is different, he has two on his head.

The extra one is the ‘killing ring’.

Once upon a time, he was still a sharp-edged monster with no dharma name, only one name, "King of Mirages".

The default new king of the demon clan.

Although it was just a false name, it served him well.

At that time, all he wanted to do was unify and revitalize the demon clan.

After three points of the Monster Clan, there was a consensus: Whoever can break through the Killing Forest and rescue the Monster Clan's legacy will become the new emperor of the Monster Clan.

So the mirage king came to southern Xinjiang.

Perhaps it's the sensitivity unique to ancient bloodlines.

The moment he stepped into Southern Xinjiang, he suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

This might be your home.

Turns out, he was feeling pretty good.

Not long after arriving in southern Xinjiang, I met a monk.

To this day, he still remembers that day clearly.

The breeze is not dry and the sun is just right.

Unlike ordinary monsters, the Mirage King, who is proficient in illusions and enchantments, entered the Killing Forest directly without alerting anyone.

The Killing Forest changes every mile. The further you go to the middle, the more powerful the demon clan becomes.

The Mirage King can clearly sense the energy hidden in the middle area.

So he couldn't wait to explore it.

No one expected that he would be blocked by a monk.

"You are destined to be a monk."

The monk's first words convinced the Mirage King that he had met the magic stick of the world.

But why is this magic stick deep in the killing forest?

He didn't want to pay attention to it and naturally let out mirage.

Don't look at it, just a little mirage is enough to make the monks in the outdoor realm indulge in fantasy and not wake up for three days.

Seeing the monk slowly closing his eyes and losing himself in it, the mirage king also wanted to move forward.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, a faint voice sounded behind him: "Not bad, not bad."

"This illusion is completely natural, and it is indeed not comparable to ordinary illusions."

The Mirage King was shocked. Since his debut, no one has ever been able to break away from his mirage illusion so quickly.

"You are destined to be a monk."

The monk repeated it again.

Seeing the smile on the other person's face, the Mirage King's heart tightened for no reason.

At this time, a Buddha's name came to my ears: "Amitabha."

The voice was low at first, then gradually distant.

The Mirage King's eyes widened, and his consciousness became infinitely chaotic.

This was the first time in his life that he had experienced an illusion.

As a foreign species from heaven and earth, he originally thought that his blood would be immune to all illusions.

It turns out that there are really no absolutes in the world.

He entered a fantasy, a perfect fantasy.

It is more perfect than any illusion built by myself.

When he woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed.

The Mirage King looked around and saw that it was a deep cave. He was lying in the deepest part of the cave, next to the meditating monk.

"Where is this?"

In the silent cave, the sound was extremely clear.

"Goku Kong."

"Goku Kong?"

The mirage king looked at the monk with doubts in his eyes.

He didn't understand why the other party brought him here.

As if to answer the question in his mind, the monk chuckled and said, "You are destined to be a monk."

This is the third time the Mirage King has heard this sentence.

Even though it was the third time, I still felt disdain in my heart.

How could I, a monster clan, have a fate with Buddhism? Even if I had a fate, it would be a bad fate.

However, the Mirage King did not intend to say it blatantly, because he knew that the monk in front of him was unfathomable.

You can transport yourself into a dream in an instant.

If the other party wants to kill him, he can do so without any effort.

"That dream..."

Finally, the Mirage King couldn't help but asked the doubts in his heart.

The dream just now was really shocking.

"That was not a dream." The monk's tone remained unchanged from beginning to end.

"That's the real past."

Upon hearing this, the Mirage King's pupils shrank.

The dream came to mind again.

The world is lonely, the vast sea of ​​blood.

A human figure, with supreme magical power, turned the sea of ​​blood into infinite creatures.

"Reborn from the sea of ​​blood?" The Mirage King was still shocked.

"Yes." The monk's answer was still simple.

"That dream is from the "Record of the Styx Rebirth". It is the way that the Styx Patriarch realized the way of 'transforming all living beings' after he realized 'killing all living beings'."

"Killing all living beings? Transforming all living beings?"

The King of Mirage knows the two inheritances of the Nanjiang Killing Temple, one is Ksitigarbha Buddha and the other is the Styx Patriarch.

"Killing is the nature, and transformation is the enlightenment."

"From killing to enlightenment, it is in line with the Buddha nature."

Hearing this, the King of Mirage frowned: "What does this have to do with me?"

The monk smiled: "All living beings are related."

"Do you know where the Styx Patriarch realized the way of 'transformation'?"

The King of Mirage shook his head, so the monk uttered four words: "The ancestor of all monsters."

"Nuwa!" The King of Mirage widened his eyes in disbelief.

Nuwa is a member of the monster clan, in charge of the power of creation of heaven and earth.

Since ancient times, she has been revered as the most holy by the monster clan.

"Amitabha, this child is teachable."

"The old man of the Styx saw the Queen Wa making people out of clay, and thus realized the way of the blood sea transformation."

When the King of Mirage heard this, his heart could not calm down for a long time.

Thinking of the scene in his dream where the blood sea transformed into 100,000 living beings, he felt that he was already completely convinced.

At this moment, he admired the ancient Queen Wa of the demon clan even more.

If he could reproduce one ten-thousandth of the Queen Wa's strength, he could also revive the demon clan.

"You want to learn?" The monk seemed to see through his thoughts again.

When the King of Mirage heard this, he couldn't help but feel annoyed: "Big monk, don't make fun of me."

"Those ancient gods are only envied by us."

Who knew that after this, the monk shook his head and laughed.

"As a primitive person of the Heavenly Dao, I just escaped a disaster."

The King of Mirage frowned, not quite understanding what the monk was saying.

But the monk continued, "Donor, why not take a look at that stone tablet, maybe you will understand."

"Stone tablet?"

The Mirage King looked in the direction the monk pointed, and sure enough, there was half a stone tablet.