The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

  Chapter 257 The remnants of the heart demon, the curse of rebirth.

  For more than 2,000 years, Li Changsheng felt that he had been repeating one thing, gaining and losing.

  When he was a mortal, he obtained fame and fame, thinking that as long as he had enough talent, he could do it even if he didn't rely on others. The number one scholar in high school, worshiped officials and entered the court, and even became a celebrity in history.

   Li Changsheng did achieve the first step. He put in enough sweat and talent to become the youngest in the show. I thought I was making great progress all the way, but in the end I was rejected again and again.

   Later, the official who tripped him fell due to a battle in the court. He thought he would get out of the abyss by now, but he was affected and lost his fame.

  Before there is no superhuman power, if a mortal wants to be lucky, if he tries too hard, he will feel the injustice of reality.

  Later, Li Changsheng found a new goal, which was to cultivate, but he didn't even have a sense of Qi. Li Changsheng finally walked out of his own way without the help of anyone.

  The most depressing thing is not despair, but the dashed hope.

  If there is any place in the world that is most likely to be brought back to life, it can only be Wangchuan. And the ones who are most likely to have the method of bringing the dead back to life can only be the existences in front of him in the River of Forgetfulness.

   "Don't you all have a way to bring the dead back to life?"

   Li Changsheng asked again.

   After a long time, someone stood up and said, "Senior, at the end of Wangchuan, there is the ability to reincarnate."

   Li Changsheng had heard this sentence from the Buddha's gate, and never from the old man's mouth, but the first two were not as sure as he was.

   Answering the question was an old man carrying a coffin, and his image of oldness was in the majority of the crowd. Being in the river of oblivion, staying young is a luxury. Instead of using extra qi to maintain a vain appearance, it is better to store all the vitality inside.

   But the old man in front of him made people feel older than everyone present, because his time was approaching.

   "I've heard many people say this." Li Changsheng's eyes drooped slightly, holding a half-rotten Fire Cloud Bird in his hand.

   Palm-sized, it emits an unparalleled heat wave. If it falls into the mortal world, it can turn into a flaming mountain. However, this is not the point. There are many terrifying existences that can turn thousands of miles into red ground, but what is special about this bird is that it still retains a trace of vitality.

   Refining can prolong life.

  The old man who was carrying the coffin looked straight at his eyes, then he collected himself and said: "There is no way to bring the old back to life, but it can prove the existence of reincarnation."

   "How to prove it?" Li Changsheng suddenly became interested.

  She has read too many classics in Kyushu. Whether out of admiration or fear, those sects that survived the troubled times are very generous and let herself consult various classics in the sect at will. After Li Changsheng visited Tianxia Zongmen, he saw countless descriptions about reincarnation.

  But there is no method, and no one can prove the existence of reincarnation.

  The old man with the coffin on his back said slowly: "I only wake up once in a thousand years, and I have lived for more than 30,000 years at least. I don't have much experience, but I can still feel the changes in the laws of heaven and earth."

  He looked up and looked around, fixed his eyes on some people.

"In recent years, I feel deeply that the end is approaching, and I no longer sleep deeply. I have discussed with everyone here, hoping to make a breakthrough. However, if the sky fails to fulfill people's wishes, I am afraid that there is no hope. So I want to summarize all the insights and inheritances of this life, Find an opportunity to send it back to the practice world to leave some inheritance."

  Generally speaking, monks accept disciples when their lifespan is approaching, or at least they are entering old age without hope of breakthrough. At the same time, when I was young, I saw the inheritance of death, and wanted to find a successor. If I couldn't find it, I would pass the inheritance by my side and wait for someone who is destined to come.

  So there was an additional major event in the practice world, which was digging the graves of the old-timers. Li Changsheng also participated in several times when he was young. He didn't take anything, just visited.

   In this way, I can also see the intention of these people, just want to leave some traces in the practice world. It is precisely because of this kind of behavior that the practice world has accumulated a large number of methods, and future generations can make new ones and go a step further.

  Li Changsheng often used the experience of his predecessors for reference in the early years.

"I personally think that the laws of heaven and earth are not created out of nothing, they are all created by sentient beings. The reincarnation of Buddhism, and all things in Taoism embrace yang and bear yin, do you feel familiar? Qi refining was originally Taoist, and maybe there was no Buddhism at that time. Let’s just say, now whoever wants to change their fate against the sky, they will all use Qi Refining.”

  Li Changsheng opened his eyes slightly, the old man looked pensive, and the rest of the people were either whispering or bowing their heads in deep thought.

   Needless to say reincarnation, countless remnant souls flowed in the Wangchuan River under their feet. Those with deep obsessions will have to wash for a few years, and their souls will return to heaven and earth in an instant without any worries.

   It is the latter that really makes everyone ponder.

  Li Changsheng is so talented, and he understood the truth after a little bit of dialing.

  He said in a flat voice:

  "The way of nature is soaked, so everything in the world lives, and the way of heaven and earth is quiet, so yin and yang prevail. If the form exists, the spirit will exist, and if the form disappears, the spirit will disappear. If you cultivate the golden elixir road both internally and externally, you will not be bound by the destiny."

  The sound turned into invisible fluctuations and oscillated the void. The Wangchuan River in the Zhou Dynasty boiled slightly, and countless remnant souls who had already died gathered here intentionally or unintentionally.

  A pair of hands stretched out of the water, struggling, roaring, longing.

   Not subject to the way of destiny, beyond the power of the world of mortals.

  If they are still alive, they may be able to use this remark to change their lives against the sky and enter the ranks of practice.

   This is the great supernatural being, who speaks according to the law.

  Li Changsheng's words made the rest of the people present who hadn't grasped the key point suddenly realize.

  Mortals enter the River of Forgetfulness, and the souls of monks return to heaven and earth.

  The two correspond to the two sayings of Buddhism and Taoism respectively.

  Li Changsheng suddenly changed his voice and said: "But this statement can convince many people, but it can't prove that reincarnation really exists. What I need is a definite answer, not a vague argument."

   "Senior, don't worry."

  The old man raised his hand unhurriedly, and a bright yellow flame appeared in his palm. A very sparse and common fire method, without much surprise.

  At least Li Changsheng wouldn’t think that he had misjudged it. If there was anything strange about it, it would be that the technique was very ancient.

  It is also the method of fire. The technique used 1,000 years ago is different from that of 1,000 years later, just like writing in common customs. But one thing will not change, most of the methods are that the current method is stronger than the ancient method, the more common the method, the more so.

  Because human beings are prevalent in inheritance, they innovate based on the experience of their ancestors.

  The coffin-carrying old man said: "Senior, can you take me 100 miles to the west? I am already degenerate, my cultivation base has been greatly damaged, and my legs and feet are inconvenient."

"Can."

   Li Changsheng came to him in a flash, put his hand on his shoulder, and the two disappeared in the next second.

  Everyone felt that the two of them were like a gust of wind, and they floated more than ten miles away with a whistling, and they could no longer perceive them when they blinked again.

  A hundred miles away, the Wangchuan River has not changed at all, and the golden river flows without slowing down. And land began to appear on both sides, sporadic beaches and wastelands, and unknown black shadows flashed above them from time to time.

   Those are not real land, but the corpses of some kind of creatures.

Li Changsheng and the old man with five decays suddenly appeared. The latter looked at the scattered beaches and said, "When I first came here, this was a piece of land, and now it has been almost washed away by the River of Forgetfulness. You should also be able to see it. In the River of Oblivion, all forms are the remains of a certain existence."

   "It's not that they are so powerful that they are immortal, but because of the law. If they are left outside for a hundred years, they will rot, and in a few hundred years, they will completely return to heaven and earth."

  As he spoke, he opened his palms again, and a bright yellow flame appeared, and the flame was ten feet high.

  Li Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "The rules here change every once in a while."

  The same mana, the same power, but here can make the flames multiply by several times.

The old man replied: "This is the basis of old age. This river of forgetfulness is like the tomb of every era. There is no reincarnation in our era, which does not mean that there was no such thing in the ancient times. All the sayings are not groundless, and all the laws are evolved by great supernatural beings. Come."

   "This Wangchuan may also be the way of a certain Buddhist power. You can take me another 500 miles."

  Li Changsheng rolled up the old man again, and flew towards the source of Wangchuan. The fog gets thinner the further you go in, and the more things you can see, Wangchuan is no longer as clean as before.

  If the Wang River at the entrance is a river made of golden liquid, then this place is a swamp full of bones. Pieces of white islands were floating, and a three-foot-tall imp squatted by the river, constantly picking up remnants of souls and putting them into his mouth.

  Suddenly a huge eyeball flew from the Wangchuan River, and huge illusions were fabricated in an instant, enclosing the two of them like bamboo baskets.

  Li Changsheng swung his sword, the Taishang Wuji sword intended to cut everything, and the power of the Heavenly Sword could cut everything in the sky and on the earth.

   In an instant, all illusions were shattered.

  Lightning flashed in Li Changsheng's eyes, and he pointed his sword at the eyeball with a radius of more than a thousand feet. Seeing this, the old man hurriedly stopped him, saying: "Senior, this is the ancestor of the heart demon, and it is said that the heart demon evolved from it. There are only a few of them here, and their strength is very weak. We can't help you and me. Don't kill him. .”

   "Why?"

   Li Changsheng paused slightly.

  The old man explained: "Because killing it will leave traces, just like chasing the soul, and more remnants of demons will come to you in the future. Demons, the archenemy of monks, can kill people invisible."

  "At the same time affected by the laws of heaven and earth, this demonic remnant usually only attacks once, and after it survives, it will not attack you again."

  The huge eyeballs were fixedly looking at the two of them at this moment, and indeed they did not continue to attack.

  Li Changsheng took a deep look at the old man, and said: "As expected of the old man who has lived here for tens of thousands of years, he really knows more than me. I don't know his honorable name?"

   "Extremely rewarding, I call the old man Luo Mo. I am not a decent person, but I am not a bloodthirsty person." The old man's words and deeds are as humble as ever, even a little respectful.

   Then he continued: "I will show you another method, which was effective 30,000 years ago and invalid after 30,000 years."

   After finishing speaking, he stepped on Fangyuan, with the light of Buddha appearing on his body, and recited Amitabha silently in a low voice.

   One second two seconds three seconds...

  In the Wangchuan River, one after another phantom figures crawled out, pulled by some kind of force, came behind the old man and formed a long line.

   "Senior, this is the method 30,000 years ago, the curse of rebirth. At that time, mortals had to recite the curse of rebirth before they could enter the river of forgetfulness, otherwise they would become lonely ghosts."

  (end of this chapter)