With just a gust of wind and thunder, Shen Lian crossed the Southern Bitter Sea, turned into light, and headed towards the Western Wilderness like an electric snake.
Although he broke through the Four Symbols Formation of the Liuqing Master, he was not satisfied with it. After all, it was because of his shallowness that he needed to use tricks. The strangeness of the battle is ultimately not the right way. You must not miss the taste of it and think that human skill is better than the grand way. In this way, the foundation of the way will be shaken subtly, and it will be too late to regret it in the future.
Although Shen Lian knew this truth, he could only secretly be vigilant. How could he ensure that he could devote himself to the Tao as things changed in the future
Everyone understands the great principles and principles, and the unity of knowledge and action is something that even gods and bodhisattvas do not dare to boast about.
There is no use in daydreaming, Shen Lian did not dwell on it, and flew freely in the sky wind. In the evening, he finally reached the view of killing.
When I looked up at the View of Killing Life, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. I only saw three words, and they seemed to be filled with blood.
He stared at it for a long time, and the three words "View of Killing Life" seemed to come alive, like a butterfly flying with wings spread, and traces of murderous intent came towards him like a breeze.
In a daze, a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood appeared in his mind.
Immediately, a flame appeared in his eyes, leaping out from his pupils, igniting the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, turning all kinds of illusions into ashes.
Returning to the real world, the three words "View of Life and Death" were brand new as before. However, a leisurely mountain breeze blew and turned into dust in an instant. It dispersed with the wind, and a little dust fell into Shen Lian's fingertips. He walked slowly into the temple, his face as sinking as water. When he entered the temple of killing, there were disciples walking, sitting, or lying still, some were even holding magic weapons, but there was no fluctuation of magic power.
Their eyes were open, but they were lifeless, leaving only empty shells in the world.
Even when they died, they didn't know they were dead.
In the courtyard, a spider built a web, but it was also dead. The web was only half-finished. A group of ants on the ground were motionless, carrying the body of a fly.
A singing cicada inserted its straw into the trunk of a tree. You could see that there was still delicious sap in the straw, but its body was stiff and lifeless.
In the view of killing, no living creature could be found anymore, and it seemed that at the same moment, these creatures were invaded by a murderous intention into their souls, without any distinction, and were annihilated together with their life marks and deprived of their vitality.
What a terrifying murderous intention it was, and it filled him with the concept of killing in an instant.
The Buddha said that there were forty-eight thousand insects in a bowl of water. In the view of killing, even though it was only a small area, there were countless living beings. However, the murderous intention was so subtle that it wiped out all living creatures. It doesn't alarm the animal, but makes people think about it, which is unavoidable and creepy.
Shen Lian stood quietly in front of the quiet room where Chen Jianmei was recovering from his injuries. The door was wide open and empty, with no trace of a fight.
Divine light burst out from his eyes, and his spiritual thoughts spread throughout every inch of the quiet room. There was no trace at all that could tell where Chen Jianmei was going.
Under Shen Lian's wide sleeves, hidden on the tip of his finger, there was an ancient copper coin with the word "Emperor" on the front and the stars in the sky on the back.
As soon as the copper coin appeared, he kept turning it on his fingertips. In an instant, he divined a hexagram based on his own Taoism, and the hexagram image returned to chaos. Chaos, immeasurable.
It seems that at a certain moment, Chen Jianmei disappeared from the world, as if he was a dream and disappeared from this world when he woke up.
The copper coin continued to roll, and Shen Lian did not give up. But at a certain moment, with a crisp sound, the copper coin split into two halves, becoming rusty and became a mortal object.
This copper coin, stained by the traces of time, is used for divination and is extremely effective.
But not only was there no trace of what happened today, it was also damaged by some invisible force.
The key is that when he left the scene today, he didn't have any warning signs.
There is no clue whether Chen Jianmei is alive or dead, or where he has gone.
The disciples who were still alive a few days ago have become cold corpses, and the fragility of life is clearly displayed at this moment.
Shen Lian turned around slowly and saw Fang Yanying.
There was confusion, panic and confusion in her eyes as she looked at Shen Lian, and then she couldn't help coughing.
He coughed up blood all of a sudden, staining the mustard greens in the basket in his hand red.
Blood was sprinkled on the crisp and tender mustard greens like stars. At the same time, the mustard greens were also invisible, as if their vitality had been extracted, and they withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Shen Lian stepped in front of Fang Yanying, and with a snap of his fingers, a drop of crystal clear water flew out and fell into her soft lips. An invisible ripple trembled from her body, and the weak vitality began to grow again.
The murderous intention in the view has not completely dissipated, so Shen Lian will not be affected, but Fang Yanying cannot resist it.
Apparently she had just returned from picking mustard greens and discovered the scene in the view.
At the same time, murderous intent also invaded her body invisible.
If Shen Lian hadn't destroyed the meaning of the three words "View of Killing Life" when he entered the temple, Fang Yanying would have been dead when he came to the temple.
At this time, Fang Yanying had fainted and fell into Shen Lian's arms. He sighed softly, and his body was covered with a thin layer of five-color light film, which spread to Fang Yanying. Then he carried her into the quiet room and gently put her down. On the stone couch. I thought that there would be murderous intentions in the quiet room, but I didn't expect that there was nothing wrong in the quiet room.
There seems to be an invisible force that blocks the murderous intentions from the outside world.
Shen Lian became more and more surprised. It was obvious that this method of killing life was close to the great road, hiding life in death, and Chen Jianmei's quiet room was where the vitality lay.
There is another drop of crystal water in the hand, which is the Three Light Divine Water.
Falling into the void, Shen Lian blew a breath, which turned into a breeze. The divine water immediately swelled up, and gradually there was a sound of rushing water.
The breeze never stops blowing on the water, and the drop of water keeps rising.
Like a spring that never dries up.
And with the wind, it grows longer and longer.
By the time the bright moon was in the sky, the courtyard had become empty and filled with water, filling a pond.
Gradually, blood color appeared in the clear water, first light red, then deep red, and finally as thick as blood ink, but no smell of blood was emitted. Finally, the blood filled the entire Temple of Killing Life, condensed towards the center, and finally It turned into a drop of blood-colored water, only the size of a mung bean.
The blood-colored water droplets finally fell into Shen Lian's hands. Shen Lian muttered words, like the sound of thunder, and cyan mantras flew into the blood drops. Finally, they were wrapped with a layer of cyan halo and solidified into a soybean-sized blood cyan. bead.
Shen Lian put the beads into his sleeves and walked out of the quiet room with an indifferent expression. At this time, the concept of killing was like washing with water, not stained by dust. The departed disciples sank into the soil, and stone tablets emerged one after another, recording their names. The Taoist temple that floated out of the world had a spooky and ghostly atmosphere out of thin air, while the moonlight draped over his body, making Shen Lian's mind wander far away.
He looked up at the moon and said to himself: Brother Chen, where have you been
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