Reborn Evil Wizard

Nether blood sea, no fish and shrimps, no birds and insects, all the hostility of the earth gathered here.

Since he was conscious, he has lived here, and everything he saw was a cloudy scarlet.

Without a name, he tentatively called himself a snake.

Because he himself is a big black and thick snake, the scales glow with indifferent silver light, each piece is distinct, and has a sense of sharpness that has been poured with copper and iron.

The sea of ​​blood is surging, the snake swims in the sea of ​​blood, and red is his whole world.In his narrow consciousness there was nothing else but endless red, red, and red.

Fragile life cannot bear the hostility of the sea of ​​blood. The snake swims in the sea of ​​blood, and has seen countless lives like him that live here like him.

They have different shapes, big or small, ferocious, or crazy and tyrannical.But there have never been two beings with the same appearance.

It is enough for the snake to know that he is a snake, he does not know what regret is, and perhaps he does not need to.

The only theme in Sea of ​​Blood is killing.

Cannibalism is the fate of the life that survives here.

Snakes are no exception.

The snake greedily devours all the living beings around him, like a talent, an instinct, a calling from the deepest part of consciousness, which makes him unable to stop.

The more he eats, the bigger his body will be, the stronger his strength will be, and the less likely he will be swallowed by other beings.So he ate more, his body became bigger, and his strength became stronger.

However, the sense of crisis is getting heavier and closer.

How big is the sea of ​​blood, with a radius of tens of thousands of miles, there will always be stronger existences than powerful ones.

A powerful existence attracts an even more powerful existence. This is the truth, the rule, and the destiny.

It's as if the first thing you notice is a powerful existence like yourself, not the ants under your feet that can't be found without careful observation.

When the snake was able to realize this, he was already caught in a dilemma.

He stood at a fork in the road of fate.

To advance is to die, and to retreat is also to die.

And the snake didn't want to die.

He wants to live.So he has no choice.

He stopped and called.Neither moving forward nor retreating, he is at this place, down, down, down, to the deepest part of the sea of ​​blood, to the deepest, darkest, loneliest, coldest and most breathless deepest place, deep sleep.

1 years, 2 years, until one yuanhui, and even countless yuanhuis...

The snake may not be the most powerful existence in the blood sea, but it is definitely the longest living existence.

Until one day, the strongest beings in the blood sea finally broke through the shackles and turned into human forms one by one, so the Asura clan appeared.

The Styx river churned, the sea of ​​blood shook, and the snake finally woke up.

Asura tribe.

Looking at the blood-red shore in the deep darkness, the snake said nothing.

The snake who has lived through countless yuanhuis seems to be an ignorant life from birth. He only knows the true meaning of life and death. Maybe this is enough for him, so he stands alone in the dark, looking at the world on the other side. Wonderful.

The men of the Asura tribe are extremely ugly, with hideous green faces, brave and bloodthirsty; the women are extremely beautiful, with enchanting figures, charming all living beings.

I only know living snakes in my mind, and I understand what it means to be good-looking.

He also wanted to look good, but he knew that this was just a delusion.

At this time, the snake has transformed into a snake with a human head and a snake body, and vows that he will never see his own appearance.That's because he doesn't need to look at it. If a male Asura is like this, so is he.

There are more and more Asura tribes, and the sea of ​​blood will eventually belong to this tribe.

The snake thought, this will be the case for the rest of his life.

Cold, dark, dead...

Until someone came here.

In the sea of ​​blood that is always filled with killing and hostility, a young Buddhist monk in blue cicada clothes ushered in.

The Buddha wears three thousand threads of affliction. He sits down and faces the surging sea of ​​blood. He smiles slightly and squeezes the vase with his fingers. The clear and faint Zen sounds are magnificent, and the golden brilliance and green lotus are floating and falling into the sea of ​​scarlet blood.

The faint Buddha's voice went straight into the nether world and penetrated into the snake's ears.

The snake moved, and he opened his eyes. He could see everything in one glance, straight into the sea of ​​blood, and see the face of the Buddha.

One glance is eternity.

There is a Shura woman who is full of blood, lying on the body of the Buddha, with a graceful posture, scratching her head to seduce.

The Buddha held the Vajra seal, smiled, and said nothing.

The Asura girl took off all her gauze clothes, her fair skin was round and round, her lips were alluring, and those who surrounded the Buddha were extremely charming.

The Buddha closed his eyes and remained indifferent.

Until the Asura girl softened her waist, the lotus flower sat cross-legged on the body of the Buddha, entangled and stirred, and swallowed the Buddha.

The Buddha in Tsing Yi finally chanted "Goodness" to the Buddha, with a beautiful face, beautiful eyes and kindness, but for no reason felt endless ruthless indifference in the beauty.

The Buddha, Asura, sits in the sea of ​​blood, where fish and water blend together.

The snake watched as one after another Asura girls turned into ashes in the arms of the Buddha while enjoying the joy of fish and water.

He stared at the young Buddha by the sea of ​​blood, his color was clear and beautiful, his eyes were crystal clear, clean and beautiful.

But the snake's heart is gradually turning cold.

He was still listening to the Buddha's chants and receiving the essence of the Buddha's meaning, but his sense of crisis was awakening bit by bit.

The Asura women in the sea of ​​blood are gradually decreasing, decreasing... One day, the Buddha's eyes as clear as the moon fell on the ferocious and ugly face of the male Asura.

This is the disaster of the entire Asura clan, and it is also the disaster of the snake.

The snake hid in a deeper nether world, watching one after another powerful Shura men stepping into destruction from under the Buddha, he didn't know why those Shuras still floated into the sea of ​​blood to die one by one.The beautiful and beautiful Buddha is like the endless manjusawa on the other side, tempting all the surrounding lives.

The snake hid even deeper.

The Nether Blood Sea has become quieter than before. Without the fight of Shura, without the killing of life, here is a pool of eternally silent stagnant water.

Only the voice of the Buddha is as clear as ever.

The snake doesn't move.

The Buddha did not move either.

Every day and night, the profound meaning of Buddhist scriptures circulates in the snake's mind.This made the snake take refuge, but he didn't dare, or rather, the young Buddha on the shore made him dare not.

He is afraid of the Buddha.

Until the Buddha's voice fell into Qingming, Hao Miao disappeared without a trace.

The snake knew that the Buddha had finally left.

He survived again, and in this sea of ​​blood, the snake will always be the one who lived the longest.

Only this time, the snake had a different feeling.

He wanted to float out of the sea of ​​blood and take a look at the scenery on the shore.

Then what kind of scene should it be, scarlet like a sea of ​​blood?

This unknown existence urged him, so the snake finally abandoned the nether world, he went up, up, and kept going up, no life could stop him, no power could threaten him, so he moved little by little Breaking through the sea of ​​blood, he poked his head out little by little, and opened those slender and enchanting eyes little by little.

Beyond the sea of ​​blood, the blue sky, the gray ground, and the young Buddha with an elegant and serene smile in front of him.

The Buddha is dressed in blue cicada clothes, with a beautiful face and dark eyes.

He looked at the young man with black hair like a waterfall, with a ignorant expression like a child born in a vast sea of ​​blood, he pointed at a flower and smiled.

With just one glance, the Buddha understands what is falling.

Snake was at a loss in his mind.

He didn't know why the Buddha was still here, and he didn't know how to express his emotion for other colors besides blood red, he just felt cold in his heart.

I'm dying.

For the first time, the snake clarified the true meaning of the self, which made him transcend those beasts who only knew life and death, and many Shuras who only knew beauty, and became an intelligent existence who knew the meaning of the true self.

But he was dying.

Facing the young Buddha, he only felt shivering.

The Buddha stretched out his hand to him and smiled.

The snake felt that he would follow in the footsteps of the Shura tribe.

He remained motionless until the Buddha stretched out his hand to embrace the sea of ​​blood, revealing the chest of countless pale bare fruits that would never see the sun, and also the thick, dark and huge snake tail on his lower body.

With a human head and a snake body, the snake lowered its head sadly in front of the beautiful Buddha.

The Buddha caressed the snake's jet-black hair like a waterfall, and for the first time, the voice of water stopped chanting the true meaning of Buddhism.

"What is your name?"

The snake that had never left the sea of ​​blood trembled, he was as powerless as a fish out of water, his narrow and enchanting eyes looked at the Buddha, and the snake uttered the first syllable since it happened.

"snake?"

"The snake is your heel, not your name. Let me choose a name for you."

The voice of the Buddha was peaceful and warm. He was stroking the top of the snake, but his eyes were looking at the distant sky.

The golden crow falls, the moon rabbit climbs up, and the world is golden and red.

"See you in the middle of the moon, the sky is full of blood... It's the evening."

"From now on, your name will be Xi."

The author has something to say: I really wrote a story with a heavy taste...