When Fang Jie was talking with Yang Jian by the river, many things happened in other places.
Eastern Xinjiang is fighting, and the coastline is full of blood.
Chang'an is fighting, and there is blood under the city wall.
Mongolian Yuan
The man in white walked slowly, but the person in between the steps had disappeared. Goodbye, already far away. It's just that when we meet again, the person who saw him before is no longer seeing him.
From the Central Plains to the grassland, he did not walk for long.
When the sun rose, he walked to Camel City. When the sun was setting, he walked to the royal court. When the sun rose again, he was already at the foot of Daxue Mountain.
I don't know how long he hasn't slept, maybe he doesn't need to sleep. But his face is full of fatigue, even for a person like him, it doesn't seem to be an unaffected thing to sleep for so many days. He was just a little impatient, wanting to see what was changing the world all the time.
If he discovered the truth, then the cultivation base began to appear more than a thousand years ago, so it can be explained.
In this world, perhaps no one wanted to know the truth more urgently than him. He has reached such and such a high place, and what he sees is far from what ordinary people see. The longer he lived, the more he felt that something in this world was controlling the direction of people.
He has done many things over the years, each with one goal in mind.
Find this swaying thing and see what he really is.
When he knew that Dazizai came from the West, he suddenly thought of something and understood something. So he came, had to come. He walked very quickly, and his heart was even more anxious. Along the way, there was always a thought popping up in his heart, even if he didn't want to think about it, he couldn't suppress it.
He thought he might die.
He has been searching for the truth, but he suddenly thought, if the truth comes, will he die
When he reached the foot of Daxue Mountain, he raised his head to look at the towering building halfway up the mountain.
Daiwaji Temple
The man in white asked himself, are you afraid of death? If you are afraid of death, it should be too late to turn around and leave now. If you are not afraid of death, then do not hesitate to walk up that mountain. Then he was a little surprised to find that he was still afraid of death. So... He stepped up the stone steps.
It turns out that being afraid of death does not mean retreating.
As if knowing that he was coming, the bell that had not been rung for a long time rang in the Dalun Temple. On the snow-capped mountain that never melts all year round, it seems that only when the bell rings, it seems a little popular. The man in white listened to the bell as he walked, as if there was something obscure in it.
Regardless of whether it is winter, summer, spring or autumn, white is always the only color above the mountainside of Daxue Mountain. In the past, when Dalun Temple’s incense was at its peak, yellow monk’s robes and red cassocks were dotted on the white. After the Mengyuan Gold Family exterminated the Buddha, although the Dalun Temple has not yet fallen, it seems that the war has taken away the little anger here.
The Dalun Temple is built on the rocks. Whether you look at it from a distance or look at it up close, the construction of this temple can be called uncanny workmanship. It seems that only the gods can make such a work of art... From a distance, the whole temple looks like a sculpture It came out without a trace of humanity.
This time, the man in white didn't go out so far in an instant like before, but climbed up step by step. At this point, he didn't want to waste any more inner strength. It is a wonderful and eerie place, a place that has reigned supreme for a thousand years.
Ordinary people will have the urge to kneel down and kowtow when walking up the mountain.
But the man in white suddenly wanted to demolish this place, completely. Then he thought of Yang Qi, the man who was younger than him but seemed to see it more clearly than he did. The man in white suddenly wondered if Yang Qi had seen through something earlier than himself, so that he was so paranoid that he wanted to kill King Dalun Ming and destroy the temple.
Whether it is or not.
The man in white knew that he had embarked on the same path as Yang Qi.
open the mountain gate
Hundreds of monks came out slowly, clasping their hands together as they walked. After they came out, they silently separated and stood on both sides, as if welcoming the man in white with the most solemn etiquette. But there was no expression on their faces, neither joy nor disgust.
Nothing at all.
The man in white knew that these monks were called golden monks and soldiers, and they claimed to be immortal.
"It's useless."
The man in white muttered something, then raised his hand and sprinkled it forward, his movements were so natural and ordinary. It's like a farmer shedding seeds, like a woman feeding chickens shedding chicken food. However, such a simple and ordinary action made people feel as if a god was casting a spell, and what was spilled casually was not seeds or chicken food, but divine splendor.
He stretched out his hand and sprinkled it forward.
The hundreds of golden monk soldiers died.
so easy.
The golden-bodied monk soldiers were not living people. They may have died a long time ago, but their bodies were not peaceful, but were made into one of the most powerful weapons of the Buddhist sect. This time, they didn't really die, they died completely.
With the movement of the man in white, the heads of the two golden monk soldiers closest to him exploded immediately. This was just the beginning. The gate of the temple. If you can ignore the fact that the explosion is a human head, you can also imagine this scene as a welcome firecracker.
It's just that the firecrackers are a bit expensive to make.
There are hundreds of golden monks who are called immortal. Just like that, they all died... These hundreds of golden monks and soldiers were the survivors after the Mengyuan war against Buddha, and most of them were destroyed in that war. You must know how many practitioners Meng Yuan Dahan Kuoketai Mengge gathered in order to eradicate these golden monk soldiers. But today, in the eyes of the man in white, those golden monks and soldiers are like beautiful porcelain, which can be broken when hit.
No
These golden monk soldiers don't look pretty either.
ugly china.
The man in white walked to the gate of Dalun Temple stepping on the wreckage on the ground, but there was no dirt on his feet. The door was open and no one was blocking it.
he walked in.
So I saw a great freedom.
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Isn't Dazizai in the Central Plains? Isn't it by the side of Yang Jian, the founding emperor of the Sui Dynasty
How could it be in Dalun Temple? Could it be that he is much faster than the man in white? Last come first? If so, how terrifying is Da Zi Zi
The man in white didn't think there was anything scary, he just nodded thoughtfully in relief.
"There really is one here."
He said.
This is Da Zizai who is wearing a spotless white monk's robe, exactly the same as the Dazizai who is wearing a purple brocade robe next to Yang Jian. She has a face that is more perfect than a stunning woman, and has a pure and flawless temperament like a lotus flower. Of course, there are also shocking cultivation bases.
But
It wasn't Fang Jie, Xiang Qingniu, or Yang Jian who came across from Da Zizai, but a man in white.
In Tonggu Academy, there are so many perverted characters who are not convinced with each other. The reason why such a group of people can gather and discuss some things peacefully is because they are all afraid of this man in white, although those people in Tonggu Academy are almost Have never seen him.
"Someone told me to tell you that you shouldn't be here."
Da Zizai clasped his hands together, nodded slightly and saluted the man in white before saying.
"Someone?"
The man in white smiled, with some disdain in his smile: "Is it really a human?"
Da Zizai also smiled, seeming to be amused by the man in white's rhetorical question: "So... are you human?"
The man in white actually nodded seriously: "I am human."
Da Zizai shook his head very seriously: "You are not human... It is impossible for a human to live for a thousand years. In the eyes of ordinary people, even if you only display one-tenth of your cultivation, they will kneel down and sincerely thank you." I kowtow and regard you as a god. You are already a god, why do you still call yourself a human?"
The man in white replied: "Because people are good, but gods are not."
This kind of dialogue seems a little meaningless, like two children discussing a matter, one agrees and the other disagrees, both stubbornly think that they are right, but neither of them can make sense. You say man is good, but he says God is good. Why is it good? Never mind him, it's what he thinks is right anyway.
"If someone says that people are good and gods are bad, then I must say he is an idiot."
Da Zizai said: "But you are the one who said that, so I can't say you are an idiot. It's not because you have extraordinary wisdom, nor is it because you lived older than King Dalunming, it's because I beat you But you."
"Is Great Freedom the same as Great Freedom?"
The man in white suddenly asked.
Da Zizai was silent for a while, then shook his head: "Someone told me that there are no two identical leaves in this world. Even if they look exactly the same on the surface, if you look closely, you will find some differences in the veins. The leaves and The leaves are different, so Dazizai and Dazizai are also different."
"What's the difference?"
The man in white asked again.
After thinking for a while, Da Zizai replied, "I'm smarter."
The man in white couldn't help laughing: "You really are a lovely Dazi."
Da Zizai asked, "So you won't kill me, right?"
"Wrong."
The man in white shook his head: "How could I not kill you? I killed the hundreds of golden monks and soldiers at the gate of Dalun Temple because the so-called god you mentioned wanted to tell me that I can have what I don't have. The golden body The monk soldiers were something that shouldn't have appeared, but he made them out. Then I killed those golden monk soldiers to tell him... there is no one, and he can have it if he has it."
He pointed to Da Zizai: "You are also something you shouldn't have, so you don't have to."
Da Zizai's face changed, and he wanted to retreat.
But he couldn't retreat, because his reaction and cultivation were far, far worse than that of the man in white. Before he could even move his feet, his head exploded. Just like the golden monks and soldiers outside the temple gate, when it exploded, it was like inserting a firecracker into a watermelon and then igniting it.
Da Zizai continued to move forward, turned a small door and walked through a small path with high walls on both sides, and then arrived at the bottom of the suspended hall. From here, walk up the stone steps embedded in the cliff, and you can enter the Dalun Temple The place that really represents the status, Mingwang Palace.
But
Just below the hanging stone steps.
The man in white saw a great freedom again.
Yes
again.
So the man in white frowned, and whispered two words: "It's so annoying."
He raised his hand, and Da Zizai, who was standing opposite him, quickly waved his hand: "I have another question, can you kill me after you finish asking?"
The man in white was silent for a while and then said, "I don't think what you're asking is a good question...but I'll give you this chance, just ask."
"You just said..."
Da Zizai said: "You just told me that those golden monks and soldiers outside wanted to tell you that things that shouldn't exist can exist. When you killed me, you said that things that shouldn't exist can turn back into non-existent even if they exist. Exist...then I want to ask you, do you...should exist?"
The expression of the man in white was visibly stiff.
A very confused thing gradually drilled out of his eyes, covering his eyes. These words seemed to touch the most vulnerable part of the man in white, and hit him with a single blow.
"Should I... should exist?"
The man in white waved his hand casually, and Da Zizai in front of him was immediately decapitated.
"So, I need to go up and ask."
The man in white stepped over Da Zizai's body and slowly climbed up the hanging stone steps.
Palace of King Ming
right in the cloud.