"Good and evil..."
Jianchou recalled the past slowly and felt somewhat the changes in the world.
But she did not answer the question, just said: "I never knew."
Never knew.
Surprisingly frank.
Such a response was completely beyond Fu Chaosheng's expectations, so much so that even with his great concentration, he was stunned for a long while.
After a while, he laughed and said, "So you don't know, so you think about it?"
The "good and evil" that Fu Chaosheng asked about was definitely not the same as the "good and evil" that Jianchou was thinking about. Jianchou knew this in her heart, but she did not explain it to Fu Chaosheng, but just nodded in agreement.
Because, to her, the greater good and evil is still vague.
The distinction between good and evil in a small scope was still vague due to her limited knowledge of the facts.
So it seems that thinking is useless.
She was not a person who would plan far ahead for herself, because there were too many changes in the future and no one could predict them, just as she had pinned her future on Xie Buchen.
But the final development was something she could never have imagined at the time.
Right now, Jianchou was only thinking about the eighteenth level of hell which was getting closer and closer!
Now they have reached the eighth floor.
After the consumption of the first seven levels, the number of people on the nebula scroll has become fewer and fewer, especially the melee in the tiankeng before, which directly eliminated many opponents of their team.
But after all, they were delayed there for a while, and their original advantage over the others was now almost gone. Sima Languan and the mysterious female cultivator in the red skirt should not be far behind them.
What's more, there are many other passages in hell, and they may not necessarily pass through the Ice Prison.
So many people gathered in the tiankeng before, and Jianchou didn’t believe it if it was just a coincidence.
The fat warden can give a map to them, so of course he will give it to others as well. Besides, who says other warden will be honest
In addition, the tiankeng marked on the map was extremely dangerous. Although they took a shortcut, the price they paid was even greater.
Therefore, on the next route, they abandoned the original route and chose to go to the prison.
I don’t know if it was because of the fear of the little mink who had eaten the Kuiniu in one bite before, but the first half of this level was calm all the way, and nothing came out to attack.
It was not until the second half that a huge falcon finally flew out.
Their wings seemed to be made of bones, and even had sharp barbs. When they hit from the sky, they were like a cannonball, causing the Kunwudu chariot to tremble.
But at this moment, although Jianchou's team lost the old woman, they had Fu Chaosheng to fill the gap.
In addition, Jianchou had broken through to a new realm, and with sharp weapons in hand, his attack power increased layer by layer when he took action, so these things did not cause them any trouble.
So, we had a safe journey.
They actually passed the eighth floor and reached the ninth floor. The next floor was a vast swamp. All kinds of strange creatures attacked from the sky, from the woods, from the swamps, and from all directions!
Even with the cultivation and abilities of Jianchou and the others, they couldn't help but feel their scalps tingling when they saw this scene and were caught in a tough battle.
"It seems that there won't be any interesting battles in the short term..."
Outside the eighteen levels of hell, in the seventy-two cities of the extreme domain, many people breathed a sigh of relief and finally relaxed their tense nerves a little.
There's no way, what happened before was just too exciting.
A Jianchou mysteriously disappeared; Li Han, who had been lagging behind, easily caught up with everyone, and easily resisted Sima Languan in a melee; in the tiankeng, a Diao Niu battle broke out, and even most of the participants in the cauldron dispute gathered here and had a melee that could be called a "firefight"...
No one can resist such a wonderful development.
Therefore, during this period of time, the attention to the entire Jiyu Dingdou competition reached its highest level, and the attention to Jianchou also broke the record unprecedentedly.
It can be said that the judges who were responsible for recording all the circumstances of the dispute over the cauldron could not help but be amazed and take a deep breath when they found out the number of mysterious rings on the Jianchou Cauldron ring.
The best of all time!
That number accounted for nearly 80% of the total number of spectators at the Ding Zheng event!
How horrible
Even after the melee ended, this number remained for a long time, until there were no more battles and everyone started to go through the boring process of passing the levels, and the number of people slowly decreased.
But if we count the proportion of monks who pay attention to Jianchou, he is still far behind other monks.
—Who can resist the charm of this nun
Even though everyone knew that she was a gimmick for the Ding Zheng, it was rare for a gimmick to be so stylish. Whether it was making a decision or fighting, there was always a spirit of going forward even if there were thousands of people against her.
Even though they were just dealing with the boring difficulties from hell itself, countless people insisted on watching.
There is nothing else to it, just "licking the screen".
This is a new word that has appeared in Jiyu recently, and it originated from a female cultivator who was obsessed with seeing sorrow.
She once said to the people around her with stars in her eyes: "Whenever Jianchou appears on the eight screens and fights with others, I want to kneel down and lick her..."
This was originally disgusting.
But for some reason, not long after, the word "licking the screen" spread across the entire Jiyu like a plague. Later, it was not only used on Jianchou, but some people also thought that Fu Chaosheng and Zhang Tang, and even Sima Languan, who was not sure whether he was beautiful or ugly, could also be licked...
All in all, the few people who are still in the fight all have certain supporters.
The statues on the nebula scroll gradually became sparse, and the battles in the Eighteen Levels of Hell also became less and less frequent, entering a relatively calm period; but in the casinos of the Seventy-two Cities, the atmosphere was unprecedentedly high.
The battle for the tripod is halfway through, and the huge losses in the front mean less fighting in the second half.
But it also means that the end is getting closer.
In the end, who will become Ding Yuan, who will be chosen by the Eight Directions Hell Palace and the Ten Great Ghost Clans, and what kind of existence will they become in the future
Those who bet on Jianchou are all fanatical supporters; those who bet on Sima Languan judged based on past strength and out of trust in the Ghost King Clan; those who bet on Li Han were attracted by the abnormal strength that Li Han had shown before...
Different odds represent different levels of popularity.
Time slowly passes by amidst the contrasting developments above ground and underground.
The thirteenth day seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
The enthusiasm that had previously cooled down began to slowly revive again - because, on this day, Jianchou and others had passed through numerous obstacles, experienced countless tests, and reached the seventeenth floor!
The second to last layer of the entire hell, only the last layer is left to finish!
A buzzing sound rang out in the darkness.
Countless mysterious rings were reconnected to Jianchou's tripod ring. She could not sense anything, but she could guess the situation outside.
"Is this the second level of the Heavenly Dao..."
Under my feet is a small boat drifting on the river.
The Kunwudu chariot has disappeared without a trace.
Jianchou looked at the surrounding scenery. Since he entered the first level of the Heavenly Dao, his frown has never relaxed.
A vast river with rolling waves flows towards the distance.
On both sides are continuous high mountains with strange peaks, steep cliffs, and dead pines hanging upside down on the rock walls. The mountainside is shrouded in misty clouds, which split the sky into seven-color rays of light and sprinkled the sky.
Amid the misty clouds, you can vaguely see several caves, which look like immortal caves.
The wind blowing across the great rivers and streams beneath my feet carries with it a refreshing smell, as if some kind of fragrance has spread among them, but it does not make people feel dizzy, but rather refreshed;
The plants growing on the rock walls between the mountains all emit a round and harmonious divine light, fruits of various colors hang between the branches and leaves, and flowers of various shapes exude fragrance to the morning mist.
How does this look like one of the eighteen levels of hell
It’s like being in a fairyland, so ethereal and beautiful that it’s breathtaking!
"We have been on this journey, passing through the hell realm, the hungry ghost realm, the animal realm, the asura realm, the human realm, and finally this heavenly realm."
Chen Tingyan is familiar with all kinds of common sense in the polar regions.
Now seeing this scene, I have a strange feeling in my heart. My eyes flicker slightly, and I am a little confused: "There are three levels of heaven, called the Desire Realm Heaven, the Form Realm Heaven, and the Formless Realm Heaven. We are now in the Form Realm Heaven..."
Jianchou didn't say anything.
She looked around and the gazes became more serious. A vague discomfort slowly grew in her heart.
When Kun Wudu's chariot entered the first level of the heavenly way, the Desire Realm, it seemed to be attacked by some force and collapsed in an instant.
Even the dark shadow hiding in the chariot screamed and turned into green smoke.
It was as if this place was not hell at all, but the realm of immortals who had attained enlightenment, and would not allow such evil things to defile it.
The hell realm is filled with sufferings; the hungry ghost realm is filled with evil ghosts; the animal realm is filled with many resentful monsters; the asura realm is filled with ethereal monsters that are between humans, gods, and ghosts; the human realm allows them to transform into mortals who suffer all kinds of sufferings and experience all kinds of pain...
When you reach the heavenly way, you begin to transcend the pain.
The first level of the Desire Realm Heaven, as they moved forward, layer after layer of realms slowly opened up before their eyes.
This is the place where people who have accumulated blessings in their lifetime and done more good than evil enter.
They gradually get rid of all human desires, and possess great power in their every move, close to the word "heaven" in the way of heaven.
The second level of the Desire Realm Heaven is actually like a celestial cave.
In Buddhism, the word "color" represents all human cognition of the things around them. It is caused by people's persistence and obsession with all things in the world. It is a kind of worry and distress, and is also called "color".
If we talk about the realm of spiritual practice, the realm of form is to remove all the "appearances" of human beings in order to get closer to the "heavenly way" again.
When you reach the third level, the formless realm, you must, on the basis of the formless realm, eliminate all kinds of "thoughts", including thoughts of form, thoughts of consciousness, thoughts of thought, and thoughts of non-thoughts.
Ultimately, one reaches the state where man and nature are one.
Man becomes one with heaven, and thus becomes an immortal or a Buddha.
"Daoyou Jianchou, what's wrong with you?"
Perhaps because Jianjianchou had not spoken for a long time and had not expressed any opinion on this, Chen Tingyan could not help but ask a question.
Jianchou withdrew his gaze and saw only a small boat under his feet.
Gu Ling sat on the side of the boat. After experiencing the grief of losing the old woman, she seemed to have calmed down. Coupled with the experiences she had along the way, she looked a lot more mature, and there was a bit more determination in her eyes.
She also looked at Jianchou, obviously a little confused.
Jianchou said, "I just feel that these eighteen levels of hell don't seem like hell. The next few levels are no different from the human world, or even from fairyland. I really don't know what kind of scene I will see when I reach the eighteenth level..."
Faintly, these eighteen levels of hell seem to foreshadow something.
It represents the entire world, layer upon layer of realms, but Jianchou doesn't know whether it is right or wrong.
Those who are most sinful are in the most difficult place in hell.
As I gradually get rid of my desires, I seem to be able to reach bliss...
The Polar Region and the Nineteen Continents are opposite to each other, like the two sides of a mirror.
The Heavenly Dao is in the deepest part of the eighteenth level of hell...
It was also the first time for Fu Chaosheng to reach such a deep place in hell, and of course the first time for him to truly see such a magnificent scenery.
But his voice was the calmest of all.
"The further down you go, the less hell looks like hell. What's so strange about that? As cultivators, don't we become less human the more we practice? When we reach the eighteenth floor, we might reach the real fairyland, the real Buddha country."
The more you practice, the less human you become.
This sentence was as sharp as a knife, as if it could cut open all the secrets in Jianchou's heart and reveal all the bloody things from the past.
At that moment, she felt a chill deep in her mind.
Which of the Tao realm and the Buddha realm pursued by the monks of the world is not to eliminate all human desires, annihilate human nature, and be one with heaven
Therefore, people should be pure in heart and have few desires, and should cut off emotions and love.
That's why Xie Buchen drew his sword and that's why he felt so sad at this moment.
Jianchou's face showed no sadness or joy. He just glanced back at Fu Chaosheng and said, "Mr. Li, what you said seems to have a hidden meaning."
"It's just an occasional sigh."
Fu Chaosheng's black robe, which belonged to Li Han, swayed with the wind on the river. He was standing on the bow of the boat, but seemed to blend into the entire world, and in a trance he had a feeling of being integrated into nature.
This is because he came from nature and was created by heaven and earth.
But in fact, Jianchou knew very well that Fu Chaosheng had doubts about this world and the rules of this world, and naturally, he had a lot of confusion about these so-called "people".
But for her, these doubts are still there and have not changed at all just because she is a human being.
In this level of heavenly hell before his eyes, these doubts are of no use at all.
Chen Tingyan looked at them and listened to their seemingly profound conversation. His heart twitched and he finally couldn't help but speak.
"I said, we are nothing more than ghost cultivators."
"In the past six hundred years, I have never heard of anyone being able to achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven in the Extreme Realm. It is not the same world as the outside world at all. The Eighteen Layers of Hell were built because they have a close relationship with Buddhism. It is not the path we want to take."
"You've been running around for most of the time. You might as well think about what you're going to do next."
Having said this, Chen Tingyan paused.
His eyes, which were unique to a dandy boy, squinted at the other people, then he raised his fan and pointed in a direction on the river bank: "Look, that person, it seems he has been standing there for a long time."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire boat immediately became quiet.
Everyone almost didn't react, and didn't know what Chen Tingyan meant. But when they turned their heads and looked in the direction he pointed, they were all surprised -
On a rocky beach covered with white stones by the river bank, a figure had appeared without anyone noticing.
He was dressed in white cloth, with a look of wildness in his eyes as if he had just sobered up from the alcohol, and there was some blue stubble on his chin.
He stood holding the zither, his bare feet suspended in the air a foot above the ground, his slightly messy hair loose and tied behind his head with a dark purple ribbon.
Ghost King Clan, Zhong Lanling!
he…
How was this done
It seemed like it had been standing on this shore for a long time, or even arrived earlier than them!
Aren't they the fastest team
Jianchou's heart raced and he subconsciously glanced at Fu Chaosheng, but Fu Chaosheng didn't react much and just looked at Zhong Lanling.
She remembered that Fu Chaosheng said he fought with Zhong Lanling and forced him to retreat.
But during the battle in the tiankeng, they had never seen this person.
Whether he was still behind or took another path and thus missed them, no one knew...
This feeling of being left waiting for something to happen is extremely terrible.
Jianchou's brows suddenly furrowed even tighter.
Zhong Lanling certainly noticed it, but for some reason, the aura he had felt from Jianchou before became even stronger, even stronger than on the first level.
This feeling comes from the piano, from his soul, and from his consciousness...
It's like, born with it.
It's indescribable.
He had some scars on his body and there was a tear on the corner of his robe, but his eyes were fixed on the small boat in the middle of the river, or rather, on Jianchou.
Seeing that the boat had drifted directly in front, everyone on the boat became alert.
But Zhong Lanling still had no intention of taking action. He just stared at him and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice: "I am Zhong Lanling from the Ghost King Clan. I have a question that has been lingering in my mind for a long time. I would like to ask Daoist Jianchou. May I ask you?"