On the deserted island, twenty-four big beads of five colors lingered endlessly.
The man wrapped in it had a calm expression, and the aura around him became deeper and deeper, exuding a strong ancient desolation. If someone looked at him, they would just feel like they were reading a heavy history book.
He is history.
He has experienced countless reincarnations in the endless spiritual river.
Although these reincarnated worlds do not exist, they cannot be said to be false, because these worlds were constructed by Buddhas over hundreds of millions of years.
The Buddha's world records the true state of life, and to a certain extent is not much different from the real world.
Over the past ten thousand years, he has seen too many things and searched for too many things.
Every time, Huang Liang has a dream and suddenly wakes up.
But he was not surprised. Instead, he calmly rushed to the next life, washed away his memory, and experienced the separation of life and death, joy, anger, sorrow, and the disasters that are attached to ordinary people.
For ten thousand lives and millions of years, he has stepped on the vast river of time, step by step deeper and deeper, experienced all kinds of ups and downs of the human world, seen all the vicissitudes of life, witnessed the changes in the world, and suffered all the sufferings in the world.
Along the way…
The dream is no longer a dream.
To wake up is not to wake up.
Those closed eyes slowly opened, hiding an extremely calm and gentle look.
At this moment, he recalled who he was, and all the remaining violence in his heart disappeared. Just because of the eternity, his black hair naturally turned white, and a silver strand fell down his shoulders.
Xia Ji stood up.
The whole world seemed to be shaking, as if this powerful force was brewing a wave of unprecedented phenomena in the world.
Xia Ji shook his head, and the vision disappeared before it even appeared.
"It's just an unknown person, why do you need such a big movement?"
With a calm expression and a warm smile, he raised his hand to put away the Ding Haizhu and changed into an ordinary robe.
Even though I have been a mortal for thousands of years, I still feel comfortable wearing linen clothes like this.
He tied up his silver hair casually and turned around to look around. There was not a single ship on the vast sea.
He sighed helplessly, then stepped onto the waves, and his figure disappeared without a trace.
People like him would no longer be tired, and would no longer use Bigu Pills to ward off hunger. However, when he saw the sun rising to the top of the sky, he still stopped.
I'm used to eating something at noon.
So, he sat on the sea, took some spiritual fruits from the storage space and started eating them.
Surprisingly, the fish on the bottom of the sea were not afraid of him at all, and were even attracted to him, swimming towards him and swimming around him.
The silver-haired man crushed a spiritual fruit and scattered hundreds of evenly distributed particles.
When the pieces fall into the water, the fish compete for food.
The silver-haired man lay down comfortably, squinted his eyes under the scorching sun in this troubled world, and said, "The weather is really nice."
After the fish had finished eating the spiritual fruit, they still wanted to eat, so they surrounded him one after another, even slapping their tails, and jumped out of the sea with a string of crystal clear beads.
The silver-haired man seemed to be irritated by these fish, so he looked up at the sky and said, "The spiritual fruit is gone, why don't I tell you something."
The fish seemed to understand what he said, and they all stopped moving. They obediently "moved the small bench" and were ready to listen.
The silver-haired man thought for a while and said: "The Tao can be Tao, but it is very Tao, and the name can be famous, but it is very famous..."
There was a strange purple aroma exuding from his body, and the sea beneath him became calmer and calmer.
And if you look at it from a distance, you can see that under the sea where he is lying, it is not known when it is densely packed with fish, whether hundreds of thousands or millions, all listening to what he says. .
Suddenly, the silver man felt something in his heart, and his expression changed. He stopped talking and said, "Let's all disperse."
The fish are reluctant to leave...
He said again: "Everyone, run away."
Having said that…
He sat up cross-legged again, lowered his left hand to his knees, stretched his five fingers toward the sky naturally, and stretched out the five fingers of his right hand calmly, pushing it out flatly.
This is the seal of fearlessness.
When the Buddha met a tiger in a barren mountain in his mortal body, he applied this seal to see the light in his heart.
Now, he also sees "tiger".
The fish finally caught up with the horror and swam quickly in all directions, disappearing in an instant.
The silver-haired man then raised his head to the sky and asked with compassion on his face: "Why rest in peace?"
His voice may only have traveled a few tens of meters, but its meaning could have traveled thousands of light years away.
The black tide, which was light-years long, was like a closed-eyed magic dragon holding a loose tail. Its eyes moved slightly, as if it felt that there was such a little guy in the world, and this little guy seemed to be very special and also... Have a connection with yourself.
What's even more special is that such a little guy is still asking himself "how to rest in peace."
The "Devil Dragon" was speechless, but his dark, all-absorbing left pupil slowly opened, looking thousands of light years away, looking at the little human being from a distance.
Then, the left pupil suddenly began to move, emitting a very deep breath of resentment, turning into an indescribable and indescribable "thing", disappearing from the lower dimension of space, and seemed to have crawled into another dimension...
Xia Ji felt something in his heart. He closed his eyes calmly, remained as calm as the earth, and meditated as deeply as a secret. He moved his lips and recited: "All sentient beings who have not been liberated have unstable nature and consciousness. Bad habits have accumulated karma. The result of good habits. Doing good or evil, living from situation to situation. Revolving in the five realms, without rest. Moving through earthly kalpas. Confusion and obstacles... "
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"Failed... defeated!"
"Why is this happening? You have obviously worked very hard and done your best. Why, why does it end like this?"
"Don't ask... Run away, run away, run away as far away as possible."
Swish swish swish! !
Flying swords filled the sky, rising into the sky, and the fleeing figures swept towards the land farther north, panicking like a bereaved dog.
The large formation set up by the scattered cultivators in Cangxuan Mountain has been shattered.
Leading the army of resentful spirits, Yongzhu had already broken through the formation and began to hunt down these casual cultivators just as he had hunted down the evil cultivators before.
Bai Xiaoye doesn't want to leave...
However, her brother told her to leave because she knew many secrets, and the people in the casual cultivator camp would have to follow her from now on, otherwise they would lose their backbone and become a mess.
After experiencing countless fights, the elder brother himself was now covered in blood, but he sat back in the center of the profound formation. He raised his hand, flexed his fingers, and used his own remaining strength and the remaining strength of the profound formation to draw his sword. , slashing out a brilliant sword light.
This sword blocked many resentful spirit monks again.
Bai Xiaoye gritted her teeth, her cheeks had long been filled with tears, she could not let her brother down...
The flying sword broke through the air and headed north.
In the north, there is the last refuge of the Yanzhou human monks, where Venerable Xuanwu lives.
As for the Church of Death, the first pope was still refining stars on the top of the mountain, but inside, the whole thing was trapped in the "isolation of lies."
Today's Pope is not even aware of this great change in the world.