On the Daxue Mountain, an emperor and an old monk walked into the mountain along a secret path that might never see the sun. This inside is the real inside, the inside of the mountain. In fact, this so-called secret path is not covered by anything, as long as you can walk through the Dalun Mingwang Palace and go to the back of the mountain, you can see it.
However, how many people can easily pass through the Dalun Mingwang Palace
There are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine stone steps. It doesn't take long to go down, just 10,000 steps. But these ten thousand steps were not parallel but sinking, and they were in the dark, so it took a long time, so long that Meng Ge had forgotten the existence of time after almost halfway into the secret path.
He heard a strange buzzing sound.
The old monk said that it is a kind of strength.
Meng Ge didn't doubt what the old monk said, he said that it was a kind of power and that was a kind of power. Meng Ge, who came here, did not notice the change in his mentality. He has gradually become able to accept anything. Even if he found a giant dragon trapped in the mountain when he got to the bottom, I'm afraid he wouldn't open his mouth in surprise.
But at the end, Meng Ge opened his mouth wide in surprise.
This is the interior of the mountain, which should be naturally formed and artificially transformed. Going down the secret path, when you reach the bottom, you suddenly become enlightened. In other words, this snow mountain can be described as a gourd. It's just that the chamber inside this gourd is a bit small, of course, the smallness is only a small proportion. Such a magnificent and magnificent mountain, with a hollow interior and a range of more than ten mu of land, is already an astonishing miracle.
I don't know how people found this place back then.
The darkness disappeared without a trace.
So Meng Ge was extremely surprised.
He thought that the darkness was too dense to be conquered by the light, and it was impossible for the sun to shine in from the inside of the mountain. But beyond his expectation, it was bright here. On the stone wall, as well as the top of this huge cave, there are many particularly bright gem-like things inlaid, emitting a strong white light, illuminating the cave to the point where there is no hiding place. Those gems are very special, Mongo has never seen them before.
When the old monk opened the door and the light gushed out from the inside, Meng Ge couldn't help cheering excitedly. For a monarch who is famous for his calmness and great talent, such a childlike cheer has not appeared in him for many years.
The old monk opened a door and led him into another world.
A small world that exists in the huge world that Meng Ge knew in the past, a completely different small world. Yes, compared to the huge world, this mountain is too small, not to mention that this small world is only a small part of this mountain. However, this small world gave Meng Ge an indescribable shock. He felt that he had stepped out of the shackles he thought he would never be able to escape.
That's what flying feels like, right
Meng Ge thought.
The flying sky he was thinking of was not flying across the sky like a great practitioner. The flying sky he thought of was the flying sky that left this world and went to another world.
Now, he flies.
"what is that?"
He pointed to the gemstones emitting white light and asked.
"strength."
The old monk replied: "This is the kind of power I told you just now, a kind of power that I can't explain to you clearly but is almost omnipotent. This kind of power is ever-changing, no matter how powerful a practitioner is in front of this power, it seems It's a little small. Because a practitioner can break a big river, but can't make a stone glow. Even though I've lived here for a long time, I still can't understand how this power is formed and transformed."
"Where does the power come from?"
Meng Ge asked again.
"From the sun."
The old monk replied: "He told me this, but I don't understand. Practitioners can use the purest vitality in the world to change their physique and become stronger. But even the most powerful practitioners cannot start from The power is borrowed from the sun. People know that the sun can bring light, but they cannot borrow light from the sun. This is something that human beings cannot do, but here, this power does it."
"He said… "
The old monk pointed to the gemstones emitting a strong white light and said: "He told me that this light comes from the sun. It is the power of the sun that makes these gemstones so dazzling. That's why he came up with the Dalun Mingwang Because of these four characters, he took the name of King Dalunming."
"His existence has always been a secret in Dalun Temple. Except for King Dalun Ming, there are no more than five people who know this secret. Of course, many, many can be said. Because Da Zizai is not alone, he has never been alone. no."
Meng Ge looked here, his eyes seemed to be insufficient.
This cave is considered to have been remodeled, and Meng Ge didn't know what kind of means it was remodeled. The ground is very flat, but there are no traces of masonry and no joints. It seems that the whole ground is polished like a huge stone. Some strange traces can be vaguely seen on the ground, which are symbols that Meng Ge doesn't recognize, some are large, and some are small.
"Is this the text left by God?"
Meng Ge asked, pointing to the weird writing on the ground.
"No, he said it was left by someone."
"people?"
Meng Ge froze for a moment: "Who? Where are they from?"
"I'll take you to see it."
The old monk pushed open the door of a room, the door opened, and the room became bright immediately. This room is very large, even though there are many chairs placed, it still looks very empty. Being in the habit of being cautious, Meng Ge subconsciously calculated that this place can accommodate at least 500 people.
Then, he saw the old monk pointing to the front.
"Wait, he will show you what hell is."
…
…
Meng Ge felt that he was dead.
really dead.
The darkness in the room faded and became bright again. But he was already stiff on the seat, and he didn't have any strength in his body. It was as if a demon called fear had entered his body through his eyes and sucked almost all of his life away.
He felt that he was now a shell, and all his consciousness and thinking had been taken away by the picture he saw before. Which scene after scene has been deeply imprinted into his mind. He tried to get up and run away, but he couldn't even notice where his legs were. He wanted to shout loudly to prove that he was alive, but found that he couldn't find his mouth. He wanted to turn his head and ask the old monk for an answer, but his neck seemed to be petrified and he couldn't even move.
"When I first saw it, it was the same as you."
The old monk sighed for a long time: "That day, I walked down the stone steps alone, walked in here under his guidance, and sat down in this position, and saw the things you just saw .To be honest, my reaction at that time was stronger than yours, not as good as yours."
Meng Ge's face was ugly, and the old monk's words pulled him out of the weird atmosphere.
"Are you too... scared to pee?"
Montgomery asked.
"Ha ha."
The old monk couldn't help laughing: "Yes, I was really scared to pee. Not just you and me, I believe everyone who sees this thing for the first time will be scared to pee? It's not something to be ashamed of, It’s like how many good soldiers would piss on a dead body when they went to the battlefield for the first time. You can think of it this way, this is just an unforeseen thing that neither you nor I can understand, and it’s normal to be scared.”
"No wonder you call it hell."
Meng Ge took a deep breath, but couldn't calm down: "That's... our end?"
"no."
The old monk shook his head: "That is not the fate of you and me, but it must be the fate of your descendants. Of course, such a thing will not happen anymore. Because he is working hard to change the world so that the development of the world will not go in the same direction. Go in that direction. So, in a sense he's a god."
"Yes."
Meng Ge nodded: "If he can change all this and stop all this, he is a god."
After a moment of silence, he asked, "Is he... alone?"
The old monk didn't answer his question, but got up and walked outside: "I'm going out, you sit here and think about it for yourself. All decisions are ultimately up to you. Didn't you tell him just now?" If you are unwilling to follow his instructions, you can choose... It is not impossible to die here, I will help you clean up."
Meng Ge nodded subconsciously: "Okay, let me think about it."
After saying this, the old monk got up and walked out, ignoring Brother Meng.
"He saw this, is he the next Dalun Mingwang?"
"He is not."
The voice seems to be everywhere in this cave: "He can't cultivate. Although he has a strong heart, he doesn't have a strong body. However, he stands at the highest point of secular power after all. I forced him It is far better for him to do something voluntarily."
"I suddenly have a question."
The old monk chose a corner to sit down, it was a very old bench.
"Why did you choose me in the first place?"
He asked: "Or, is it the first me? Oh... If you don't want to tell me this, can you tell me how many times I am? It's been so long, if you can't remember my name, you should I can’t remember how much lower I am. Forget it, it’s useless to ask.”
"How can I not remember?"
The voice smiled, a very blunt smile: "No matter how long it takes, I will remember everything. The reason why I chose you is because you are the most suitable. You must understand such a simple truth. What I want to tell you is appropriate, It's because of your physique. Only you, the cloned you, can have a certain amount of cultivation power from the moment you appear."
"Looks like I'm stronger than King Dalun."
The old monk also smiled and didn't ask any more questions.
…
…
the light
A ray of sky
It's like tearing a gap from hell and seeing the world.
Meng Ge raised his head and saw the light, which was completely different from the light in the cave. The sun's light is not only white, but also alive.
"Have you considered it?"
asked the old monk.
Meng Ge looked back at the old monk, and after a moment of silence he replied: "If I am one of those who prevent this from happening, will I be remembered by history?"
"Maybe not, and even if it does, maybe it's not a good reputation."
The old monk shook his head: "Just like me, I won't have a good reputation."