In the underground palace, the bluestone paths are winding and rugged, giving off a sense of desolation and dilapidation.
There is a broken sword stuck beside the path, which smells ancient and vicissitudes of life. Ouyang Ming flicked his fingers, and a stream of light flew out. The broken sword turned into a wisp of black smoke and slowly drifted away.
Walking forward along the path, not long after, a small terrace appeared in front of Ouyang Ming. The light below the terrace flickered, and a simple restriction was arranged.
Ouyang Ming pondered for a moment, swept his sleeves, and countless gravel fell on the terrace.
The moment the gravel touched the terrace, a layer of black air visible to the naked eye flashed away. Green smoke came out and floated into the sky, moving the entire body. Everything visible to the naked eye on the terrace was filled with miasma.
As soon as the thought came to his mind, he made a secret with his right hand and growled in his mouth: "Kai!" When the voice fell, a piece of flowing light the size of a palm flew out, facing the wind and growing long. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an object like a turtle shell. This object The whole body is pitch black, and there are countless complicated lines on its back. It looks extremely weathered, and it is the ancient dragon shield.
"Bang!" There was a sound, and the mist splashed across the terrace.
The light in Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed away, he stepped forward and rushed into the terrace after the ancient dragon shield.
But as soon as the body approached, a large fog appeared in the sky above the terrace, spreading from the inside to the outside, and the spreading speed was extremely fast. Within this fog, there was a majestic resistance.
"Restricted!" Ouyang Ming understood in his heart, changed direction, and continued moving forward.
But no matter which direction he came from, the fog suddenly appeared. No matter how hard he tried, he could not cross it, like a chasm across the sky.
Ouyang Ming meditated for a moment, exhaled a breath of turbid air, stepped a little, made a circle with his left hand, and drew a square with his right hand. The two merged together, like evolving living beings, and countless afterimages appeared in front of him. He clicked again, and the speed of clapping his hands suddenly accelerated, increasing upwards with a special rhythm. He was no longer limited to physical objects, but scribbled with his hands, whether it was square or round, curved or straight, all based on a single thought.
The light in his eyes reached its peak in an instant, "Pa...", there was a sudden crisp sound from his waist.
He took a step forward, and the ancient dragon shield in front of him suddenly moved to his feet. The shadows in front of him quickly overlapped, like the Vajra's angry-eyed Bodhisattva lowering his eyebrows. At the same time, his palms turned outwards in the air and rolled out.
Immediately, the afterimages quickly connected and entwined with each other, like a cook undressing an ox or an antelope hanging its horns, releasing this restriction.
This method of unlocking the ban was obtained by chance, but it is also inseparable from Ouyang Ming's formation cultivation. Although the formation and the ban belong to two different branches, they also have the same purpose and the same purpose. Moreover, this is only the last step. It was a simple restriction, so Ouyang Ming could easily break it.
Ouyang Ming did not move forward in a hurry. Instead, he observed the complicated lines under the terrace. The lines were as black as ink, intertwined with each other, and spread to every part of the terrace.
Ouyang Mingxin kept deducing the changes in the spiritual world at the mourning platform, and at the same time compared it with the formations he had learned.
The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. After a cup of tea, he exhaled the turbid air in his chest and chuckled: "The array runes can form an array, but if they are combined in another way, they can become a forbidden . But having said that, this method is too mysterious, and it is difficult to understand it with my current formation skills. "
After memorizing all the rune lines on the terrace, he stood up and walked forward.
Walking through the terrace, a stone door seemed to be forced into Ouyang Ming's eyes.
The stone door is uneven and even covered with sword marks, but most of the sword marks are mostly covered by moss. Drops of crystal clear water droplets rolled down from the top of the stone door, along the sunken marks on the stone door, and were absorbed by the moss. But the strangest thing was the couplets on both sides of the stone gate. Ouyang Ming just glanced at them and felt his eyes were dazzled.
A woman suddenly appeared in the spiritual world. She was dressed in red, with long hair shawl, as black as ink hanging behind her, and her skin was like gelatin.
When she looked at things, her eyes seemed to have lost focus, becoming even more charming and charming. I saw her raise her jade hand, and dip a soft brush into ink. The tip of the soft brush seemed to have the power of ghosts and gods. With one stroke, she could write cursive script, and she could write numbers in one stroke. The handwriting was strange and unusual, majestic and smooth, just like the water of the Milky Way. Hanging upside down at both ends of the stone gate, the shocking feeling brought by it is simply indescribable.
This font is not the graceful beauty of ordinary women, but instead exudes majesty and righteousness.
"If you have evil thoughts, burning incense will do no good, but you are upright, so why not bow to me when you see me?" Ouyang Ming murmured in his mouth, with a flash of light in his eyes, and pushed the door in. In an instant, his eyes were filled with confusion. Full of description, a kind of illusory artistic conception ripples out.
When he regained consciousness, the scene in front of him changed.
The room was antique, with dim candlelight and green smoke from the sandalwood stove that the three of them hugged.
He looked around with a strange look in his eyes, and sighed in his heart, why am I here? I wasn't before... Well, where was I before? I seem to have forgotten something important.
He frowned and even this thought was completely forgotten.
At this moment, the door creaked softly, and Wu Hanning, with a cool temperament and a charming face, gently pushed the door open and entered.
"Yang Ming..." Wu Han looked at Ou Yang Ming in confusion, with a flush on her charming face. Her delicate hands unconsciously tugged at the corner of her clothes, trying to resist him. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath was orchid, and the fragrance of virginity was astounding to her nostrils, sultry.
She spoke softly: "You must understand what I mean. I don't want anything, I just want to share the joys and sorrows with you." As soon as she finished speaking, she blushed with embarrassment, pure and happy.
Ouyang Mingzhi was very proud, and Wu Hanning was also bright and charming. His heart suddenly moved a little, and he said softly: "Isn't this good? It's still daytime."
Wu Hanning lowered his head, showing shyness, and exhaled: "What's wrong with this? Monks go against the will of heaven and are not afraid of heaven and earth. Besides, from the moment you broke into my sedan, I am yours." "I'm here." As soon as his voice fell, his beautiful eyes looked forward, and he stepped forward, pushed Ouyang Ming down on the bed, untied the ribbon from his hair, his long hair was flowing, and the corners of his mouth were raised, showing shame, his posture was beautiful and seductive. . At the same time, he gently exhaled and blew out the dim candlelight, making the room suddenly darker.
Ouyang Ming opened his palm and raised his hand to lift it up, only to feel a heart-trembling touch.
Suddenly, there was a low shout, and Ni Yinghong pushed the door in: "You... what are you doing?" Her eyes showed despair, as if her heart was broken, she glared at Ouyang Ming resentfully, and said with a bitter smile: "Husband, today, I did something The seven dishes are all your favorites. I have been waiting for you all day, but you... But you are doing these here, are you worthy of me? "
"No! It's not what you think!" Ouyang Ming blurted out, quickly pushed Wu Hanning away and got up from the bed.
Immediately afterwards, the corner of his mouth twitched. This style of painting seemed not quite right. Was it too bloody
He looked at Ni Yinghong's slightly swollen belly, which revealed the majestic vitality, vaguely, and a flash of inspiration passed away.
What was wrong, what was wrong... He kept questioning himself.
This scene is so real that it is impossible to escape.
Suddenly, an old man appeared in front of him, holding a long sword in his hand and having kind eyes. He did not practice swordsmanship, but loosened the soil every day, watched the stars coming, and took out his carving knife to carve some wood carvings. They were of people and birds and beasts. One day, he held up his sword and slashed out with it. All the wood carvings were shattered. Understanding appeared in the old man's eyes and he said with a smile: "I see..."
He was born into a princely family and was favored by thousands of people. When he was angry, he would lay down millions of corpses and flow into rivers of blood.
He stood on the city wall and flew a kite. The breeze was sultry, and the blue sky and white clouds were like the most beautiful picture. He pulled the string, and the kite went higher. Suddenly, the dagger in his sleeve drew out and cut through the white string. The kite broke the string and disappeared in a few seconds. He sighed again: "So that's it. !”
When he was thirty, he married a lovely wife who was gentle, virtuous, and virtuous.
They work at sunrise and rest at sunset every day. Their life is ordinary but extremely loving. They have a son at an old age. The son is filial and prudent in doing things. There is no trace of care in their hearts. Under the sunset, their faces are old, their faces are no longer delicate, they are all The two of them leaned against each other and moved forward slowly, their backs stretched by the setting sun. He sighed leisurely and said in a deep voice: "I see..."
This scene flashed before Ouyang Ming's eyes, and a look of understanding gradually appeared in his eyes.
It turns out that this is an illusion, pointing directly at the guilt and regret of people's hearts. The more you can't hold something, the more you want to hold it tightly. The more you long for it, the deeper you sink into it. Illusion is real, but truth is not illusion. The true meaning of illusion is not illusion, but truth. It is guilt and regret. .
Under the setting sun, Ouyang Ming glanced at his wife who had been with him all his life, and sighed: "I still have a lot of things to do, and the burden on my shoulders is too heavy. How can I indulge in this beauty?"
The old woman with wrinkles on her face seemed to feel something. She looked up at him and said, "Are you leaving?"
"Well, let's go!" He replied softly without regret on his face.
As soon as the voice fell, the wrinkles on his face quickly dissipated, and a majestic vitality was conveyed from his dantian.
There was emotion on his face and his voice was low: "If you don't break it now, when will it be better?"
Before he finished speaking, the sky was torn apart from far to near, completely turning into nothingness.
Fame, wealth, lasting love, and peace for children are things that people long for deep in their hearts, but desires will only fill them up more and more, and sink them deeper and deeper. As the saying goes, desire and dissatisfaction are just like this. Greed, anger, ignorance, love and separation, resentment and hatred, all are floating in front of our eyes. It turns out that this is the case, illusion is not illusion, reality is illusion.
The light in his eyes was bright. When he opened his eyes again, the light in front of him was dim and the stone door behind him was closed.
In front of him, there were six large formations with rolling mist, and a sense of vicissitudes of life echoed.
There are not many lines in this formation's runes, but they are extremely concise. It seems that you will be completely lost in it after just one glance.
As for the farther place, there are nine stone stairs. The top of the stone stairs is filled with mist, making it difficult to see clearly.