Lin Qiye rode a somersault cloud and followed closely behind the golden figure wearing cassock.
Kasaya and Somersault Cloud fit both of these two categories. Lin Qiye could not think of anyone other than Sun Wukong who had mastered Dou and defeated the Buddha.
Lin Qiye had never known much about Sun Wukong's condition. Now that he had the opportunity to directly contact Sun Wukong himself a hundred years ago, it was naturally a good opportunity to understand the condition. He wanted to see what happened to Sun Wukong back then.
As if sensing Lin Qiye's aura, the figure flying far ahead on a somersault cloud suddenly hovered in the air.
He turned around and saw an ancient ape wearing a cassock frowning and staring at Lin Qiye, doubts flashing in his golden eyes.
It turned out to be Sun Wukong.
When Lin Qiye saw his true appearance, he was even more sure of his thoughts.
Compared with the Sun Wukong in the hospital, the Sun Wukong in front of him looks more sacred. There is no looming demonic aura, and there is no sharp eyes. The golden monkey hair exudes a faint halo, and the eyes are like autumn. The lake water in the sun is calm and calm.
He stood there like a real fighting Buddha rather than the Monkey King.
"Who are you? Why do you do somersaults?" Dou Zhanzhan Buddha frowned and looked at Lin Qiye and asked.
Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, Douzhan Buddha immediately said, "Are you also a disciple of the ancestor?"
Lin Qiye was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, nodded and said:
"Exactly."
Sun Wukong's master is Patriarch Bodhi from the Sanxing Cave in Xianyue. His magical powers are basically taught by his ancestors, and Somersault Cloud is also among them.
From Sun Wukong's point of view, there seems to be no other possibility for him to do somersaults besides being a disciple of Patriarch Bodhi.
Lin Qiye was worried about how to explain his identity. Sun Wukong took the initiative to throw out this answer, and he naturally had to respond.
Douzhan Buddha nodded slightly, without asking any more questions. His eyes looked at the mist sweeping in the distance again, his brows furrowed, and he flew away in the clouds again.
Lin Qiye followed closely behind him.
The closer he got to the border, the more indescribable a sense of terror arose in Lin Qiye's heart, as if something was staring at him from the fog.
Lin Qiye looked at the dark mist in the distance and fell into deep thought.
He originally thought that the fog that invaded Daxia a hundred years ago was no different from the fog he saw, but now it seems that is not the case.
Before, he was surprised that the fog that descended a hundred years ago in legend could make the gods wither and destroy all things. However, judging from his own personal experience of entering the fog several times, the lethality of the fog did not seem to be as terrifying as the legend said.
Not to mention anything else, two years ago, the Egyptian gods took Fengdu of Daxia to fly in the fog for so long, and their divine power did not fade much. And a human ceiling like Zhou Ping could also fly without any protective measures. A short walk in the mist.
It now appears that the world-destroying fog that descended a hundred years ago is not at the same level as the fog that Lin Qiye has seen.
The fog Lin Qiye had seen was gray-white, while the world-destroying fog reproduced through the silhouette of time in front of him was as black as ink. Even if he did not enter the fog, he could still feel the deathly silence emanating from it.
He had a premonition that if he entered the black fog in front of him, he might not survive even a minute.
As he and Douzhan Buddha continued to approach the mist, more and more gods of Daxia were around.
Thunder God and Lightning Mother used thunder to bombard the mist for a long time, but could not stop it at all. Their faces were extremely ugly. They flew to the clone of Queen Mother of the West standing high in the sky, and bowed bitterly:
"Replying to your Majesty, my subordinates are incompetent."
"It's not your fault." Queen Mother Xi said softly and gently, "Go and rest aside."
Seeing the two people retreating to the side dejectedly, Queen Mother Xi's eyes flashed with helplessness. She glanced around and saw Lin Qiye coming on a cloud and sent a message to her:
"Lin Qiye, come to me."
Lin Qiye was startled when he heard the message from the Queen Mother of the West. Then he quickly flew to the side of the Queen Mother of the West on a somersault cloud high in the sky.
Lin Qiye raised his hand to salute and looked around. Seeing that the other gods of Great Xia were concentrating on finding the weakness of the mist and not paying attention here, he lowered his voice and asked in confusion:
"Mother, what are you doing?"
"I know what you want to ask." Queen Mother Xi slowly closed her eyes, "I use the Kunlun Mirror to reflect this scene for my own purpose."
Lin Qiye thought for a moment and asked tentatively: "Is it related to the continuous sword mountains in Kunlun Xu Nei?"
Queen Mother Xi raised her eyebrows, as if she did not expect Lin Qiye to guess this. She simply nodded and replied: "Yes, I have been making swords for hundreds of years and building the Kunlun Sword Ruins. Now there is only this last step, which is crucial."
"What does sword casting have to do with replaying history?" Lin Qiye was confused.
"Everything in the world has spirituality. The sword is the first of all weapons, and the spirituality is even greater." The Queen Mother of the West said lightly, "When a sword is made in the world, it only casts its body, not its soul. Only the soul is forged with the mind, so that it can be seen. Love, love and the sound of the sword, forging the sword and opening the edge, can lead to spiritual enlightenment."
After hearing what Queen Mother Xi said, Lin Qiye seemed to understand.
It probably means that just forging the body of the sword is not enough. You have to infuse the sword with "intent" and let the sword generate "emotion", so that you can truly achieve spiritual enlightenment
But how to instill "intention" and let the sword generate "emotion"
While Lin Qiye was meditating, the gods of Great Xia before the fog were already in a state of distress.
Several divine figures rushed out of the dark mist, and the divine power around them was extremely dim. They staggered to the ground like birds with broken wings, and coughed violently. Every time they coughed, a large amount of black mist appeared. It gushed out from the body, and his face looked extremely haggard.
"Zhenren Huanglong, Zhenren Puxian, Zhenren Cihang 1
A fat monk wearing a monk's robe quickly rushed to their side. A ball of Buddha's light poured into the three of them from his palm, trying to force the black mist out of their bodies, but he was unable to shake them at all.
"No need to waste your efforts, canopy no, the messenger of the Purification Altar." Master Huang Long coughed twice and smiled palely, "After you have achieved enlightenment, I am not used to calling you this."
"Three golden immortals, how is the situation in the fog?"
"It's not good." Master Puxian shook his head, "We just flew a few miles in the fog, and then we were attacked by seven or eight waves of weird monsters. Their number was far more terrifying than we imagined. If we hadn't come back, Hurry, I'm afraid that after the divine power has completely withered, I will be surrounded and killed by them."
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