Western Regions
big snow mountain
Daiwaji Temple
The old monk walked tremblingly into the palace of King Dalunming, and took a look at the huge lotus throne that was still high above but had already lost its meaning. When the man named Da Lun Ming Wang sat on it, the Buddhist sect could become an existence above the imperial power for more than a thousand years.
Now that King Dalun Ming is gone, the meaning of Buddhism is actually gone. No matter how much I disdain King Dalunming, I can't deny that King Dalunming has successfully done one thing over the past thousand years, that is, making everyone on the grassland think that King Dalunming is Buddha Sect, and Buddha Sect is Dalunming King. King Lunming.
One side of the hall has collapsed, but the other side is still resplendent.
He looked towards the shattered side, recalling that huge red light flashed past that day. That kind of power is definitely not something that people can contend with, even the only practitioner in the world like Sang Luan.
"Do you really think that letting Brother Meng lead his troops to the east will solve everything?"
he asks.
The old monk knew that he was there and had always been there.
"I have to do something, otherwise, wouldn't my hard work over the years be in vain?"
The answer was indifferent.
"However, the area you can control is as far as the Wolf Milk Mountain. You cannot control the east of the Wolf Milk Mountain. Even if you let Meng Ge lead the troops eastward, there are still too many unpredictable things that happen. Sang is also right You said that at the edge of the eastern sea, foreigners using firearms have invaded the Central Plains. Even if the balance you have worked so hard to achieve over the years is not broken by internal forces, it may be broken by external forces."
The old monk seemed a little distracted, and walked slowly to the stone steps under the lotus throne and sat down.
"I have always believed that you are right. Although I also know that you want to maintain the appearance of this world because you are also afraid, but in any case, you are thinking for the sake of most people. If the previous world was really like that Horrible, then there's nothing wrong with you preventing a world like that from arising."
"I'm scared?"
There was some dissatisfaction in the voice, but soon, the voice came again: "Yes, you are right, I am afraid. If you have experienced all that, you will also be afraid, it is an unstoppable Destruction. I am the only survivor, so I must prevent this from happening again."
"you are selfish."
The old monk couldn't help but smiled: "It's very interesting to be cold and selfish."
The voice paused for a long time, and then seemed to sigh: "It seems that I really can't let a person live for too long. If you live for too long, you will know a lot of things you shouldn't know. It seems that you have discovered something , should I kill you immediately?"
"Whatever..."
The old monk moved his body, as if the cold stone steps made him feel a little uncomfortable. But he was too old to bother to move as long as he sat down.
"You are right. Although you have always maintained a mystery, I have lived in this temple on this mountain for so long, and I can't help seeing through it. I didn't say it before because I didn't dare to say it before, because I was afraid of death... I Now I can almost count how many days I have left to live, so I’m not afraid.”
"I want to know, what the hell are you... what?"
The old monk raised his head and searched the corner: "Sang Luan destroyed some things in this hall that day, so your voice became more ethereal. I was thinking at that time, there must be something in this hall that can kill you." At the moment when Sang Luan destroyed him, he understood that you were not alone, and I also understood. It was the last curiosity before death, can you tell me, what are you? "
The voice was silent again for a long time.
It was not until the old monk almost fell asleep that the sound came again: "After that disaster, there is no living person in this world, not only human beings, not even a mouse or even a bug. You have already I have seen such a violent destructive power, but you can’t feel it when you see it. If the mountain is not high enough and the temperature on the top of the mountain is low enough, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have survived. Fortunately, I chose to be here because enough Safe. No one has noticed that there will be such a space inside the mountain."
"Yes, I'm not alone, but you don't have to know what I am. If you can't see me as a person, then this is the failure of my efforts over the years."
"Since you still don't want to talk, I won't ask."
The old monk smiled and seemed not disappointed.
"However, I have a more curious question, not about you, but about people."
"What?"
the voice asked.
"constitution."
The old monk sat up straight, and his expression became solemn: "People can cultivate, and people with different physiques practice in different ways and have different realms. If people are equal, why do they have different physiques? If you tell I said, these different physiques are created by you, and I also believe it."
"not me."
The voice answered simply: "It's... the aftermath of the war."
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"The aftermath of the war?"
The old monk didn't understand this sentence, and his knowledge range couldn't understand the meaning behind it. In this temple in this mountain now, the old monk is the closest person to "him", and also the one who knows the most things beyond this world, but there are some things that the old monk still can't understand.
"I can't explain it to you."
There was some impatience in the voice: "To put it simply, after the absolutely powerful weapons in war destroy the world, they will affect everything. The lights you see and the storms that spread out all contain With a very special substance, something changed in this world."
The old monk didn't understand, but he didn't intend to ask any more, because he really didn't understand these words, not at all.
"So, what is the vitality of heaven and earth?"
The old monk asked: "You said that in the previous world, no one practiced cultivation, and there was no vitality of heaven and earth in the world. Although the disaster destroyed people and all living things, not even a single tree was left, but the place is still there. This place. Why does the vitality of heaven and earth appear after the disaster has passed?"
"It's still because of the war."
The voice replied: "After the war, this place was reset to zero. That is to say, everything here was lost and started again. The earth and sky were also greatly damaged. No one can repair them, only they can Repair itself. Over the ages the earth and the sky began to expel that which could injure them, and to heal the wounds with an air of the purest."
"After many, many years have passed, the poisonous and harmful things left in the earth and the air have finally been removed. At this time, the earth and the sky are completely new. There is no residual poison left by the last human society, the purest things Therein lies the power of nature."
"This is the vitality of heaven and earth."
"Then why didn't the previous world have one?"
The old monk asked again.
"have."
The voice replied affirmatively: "But it's exhausted... I don't know how many reincarnations there are on this land. It may take tens of thousands of years or only a few thousand years for human beings to perish. When humans first appeared, the earth was pure. So is the air, just like now. But as people become smarter and smarter, and create more and more things that are good for humans but destroy the earth, the pure vitality of heaven and earth is gradually corroded and then disappears. "
"I still remember… "
After a pause, the voice continued: "When the last world existed, when human beings had no firearms like now, there were also practitioners. The more ancient and primitive the society, the greater the ability of the practitioners. Thousands of years before the destruction of human beings in the last world, it was called the Age of Myth. In that era, there were a large number of practitioners with extremely powerful cultivation. They even possessed the great ability to move mountains and fill seas, and they were called gods."
"Perhaps, they are the same as the current people. The leftovers after the destruction of the last world changed their physiques. That's why there are practitioners who surpass normal people. But as people rely more and more on weapons and tools, Gradually, I became more and more lazy, and fewer and fewer people were willing to practice, and then I couldn't do it anymore because I lost the vitality of heaven and earth."
"From about three hundred years before the destruction of the last world, there have been no practitioners."
The old monk nodded thoughtfully after listening: "You mean, if you don't stop it, then soon after firearms start to be widely used, there will be no vitality in this world?"
"yes."
The voice was actually a little tired, "he" did not change his tone bluntly, but it just made people feel unnatural. The old monk suddenly thought of a word. He didn't know if it was right, but he thought it was more appropriate. Imitation... He felt that all the emotions in that voice were not the voice's own, but imitated.
"Understood."
The old monk breathed a sigh of relief, and sorted out the thoughts in his mind: "You mean, because of development, people began to rely more and more on tools instead of themselves, so that people's physical fitness became worse and worse. .When this development reached its peak, wars followed, and destruction followed. Then everything was...returned to zero and started again. People began to appear again, learned to practice in the pure world, and after many years, people once again Destruction, so repeated."
"Perhaps... yes."
The answer from the voice was somewhat uncertain.
"Why are you not sure?"
The old monk asked, "There is no such uncertainty in what you said just now."
"Because the world has changed now. What I changed was not allowing the world to develop freely. I promoted the emergence of practitioners and prevented the emergence of firearms. Therefore, I don't know whether reincarnation will appear."
"You are very tired."
The old monk smiled, and then asked: "The last one is curious... am I the original me?"
He actually already knew the answer to this question, but he was just unwilling.
"no."
The voice answered quickly, without giving the old monk a second of fantasy time.
"Originally you and King Dalunming were from the same period. When Sang Luan started to conquer the world, there were several special people under his command. One of them was King Dalunming, and the other was the ancestor of the Golden Family. The original you , and one of Sang Luan's original subordinates."
"But he didn't recognize me."
The old monk did not understand.
"I changed your appearance, because the original you... is really ugly. Although you have a very strange and wonderful physique, your appearance is really ugly. I am separating your physique to create other You have changed a little bit to make you very beautiful. Your physique can guarantee that each of you who are separated will maintain the particularity of your physique, that is, the person who has just been separated has a certain strength and will Evolving."
"Unbelievable..."
The old monk sighed.
"Can't think of anything?"
the voice asked.
"You're not human, why do you care about your face so much?"
The voice paused for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "Because I regard you as my body, and as my own body, I must make it more beautiful."