The sea of suffering is boundless, and all living beings have their own fate. When I dream back at midnight, I occasionally think about it, who has never experienced a moment of sadness
The moment their eyes met, those eyes shone with a strange color, their tears dried up, and their compassion was unspeakable, as if they were hiding the bitterness of the world. At this moment, Li Muye couldn't help but look back on his life. He felt that life was full of desolation, that fate was ruthless and cruel, and that flesh and blood were separated and could not be reunited.
"The seven sufferings of life are: birth, old age, illness, death, meeting with resentment, separation from love, and not being able to ask for anything." A hoarse voice said deeply in the ear: "Idiot, idiot, the sea of suffering is boundless and there is a shore." A withered His hand slowly reached out and pressed on the top of Li Muye's head. Said: "Let me transcend the sea of suffering for you and stay away from the cycle of cause and effect in the world."
Li Muye lowered his head to the ground, and the other party's spiritual power poured in. His own energy and blood suddenly boiled and exploded like boiling oil meeting water.
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"If you don't do anything in vain, if you don't think about it, you won't regret it." The hoarse voice continued: "All kinds of misery are all based on fortune-telling. Things in the world are impermanent, and there is no need to ask about anything." He added: "Don't do anything. Since doing it is wrong, don't do anything. Thinking, since thinking is a delusion, all suffering comes from fate. Things in the world are unpredictable, so why bother? Leave it behind, let go of everything, and only then can you reach the path of bliss. Those who are perfect and unobstructed will escape the sea of suffering and will not be in reincarnation."
With the power of thought added to his body, his energy and blood were completely suppressed.
Li Muye was filled with sorrow and joy, unable to control himself. He wanted to be detached, and allowed his energy and blood to be attracted to the intersection above his head by the power of his thoughts.
The power of thought affected the wind and clouds, causing the air in the room to swirl and flow. Li Muye was completely unaware of the changes around him. His mind was completely attracted by the power of this demonic thought. He was even willing to merge with it and be driven by it to concentrate the energy and blood in his body into the Baihui Niwan.
The more concentrated the qi and blood are, the more intense the dizziness will be, and the more blurred the individual's will to self-resistance will be. My emotions were completely dominated, and my mood was extremely pessimistic and gloomy. I just felt that I was the loneliest person in the world, and no one had ever treated me sincerely. Life is just a lonely journey, from birth to death, you are always alone.
As the telepathy poured into him became more and more powerful, Li Muye not only felt dizzy and his own will was weakened, but also found that his telepathy was mixed into the other party's mental will. He could clearly detect some changes in his blood after being highly concentrated. Concise and transparent, more white and less red. Even the liquid nanometals integrated into the blood seem to be squeezed into a more subtle state of metal molecules.
Li Muye fell into deep sadness and despair, watching like a bystander as the shriveled monk concentrated his energy and blood into the power of Shinto. This man must have been in the realm of Shinto during his lifetime, so it required Shinto-level power to be poured into his physical relics. His will and consciousness are immortal, and he seems to have the magical powers of immortals and Buddhas. This power of thought is not very powerful, but it is superior to its purity and condensation. He turned his own misery into cold thoughts and channeled them into Li Muye's spiritual consciousness.
Brother Xiaoye is clear in his heart about everything that happened to him, but at this moment, there is only sadness in his heart, because he can't feel any love for him in the world, and he can't muster the slightest resistance at all. idea. The opponent's spiritual power absorbed enough force through Li Muye's spiritual consciousness and became more and more unscrupulous, beginning to erode and integrate Li Muye's own spiritual consciousness.
Tantric Buddhism has always had the secret method inherited by reincarnated soul boys, and its research on spiritual consciousness is better than any other school in the world. This mummy-like guy has obviously achieved even more amazing achievements in this regard. He easily found the flaw in Li Muye's spiritual world and suppressed Li Muye's self-will with a single thought of sadness. At this moment, he was already at ease and confident.
He has been waiting here for many years, just waiting for a young master like Li Muye whose physical skills and spiritual cultivation are infinitely close to the Shinto level. Now he finally had this opportunity to regain his vitality. He completely and unreservedly entered Li Muye's spiritual consciousness through initiation, striving to complete the last action of absorbing the force as soon as possible.
At this moment, suddenly, Li Muye, who was immersed in sadness, seemed to hear a sigh. That was the voice of his mother, Second Sister Chen.
In a certain period of gloomy years, on an ordinary night in Beijing, Erjie Chen carefully and tenderly arranged every toy and clothing in the room that had never been used by its owner. Such a scene has always been hidden in the deepest part of Li Muye's heart. It was Xiaoye's deepest extravagance at a certain period of time in his growth experience. He could not speak to others, not even to himself. Because I am afraid that I will become weak if I say it. It is precisely because this longing is so deep that he cares so much about his mother, whom he only spent a short time with.
No, I can't die yet, and I shouldn't despair just yet. There is at least one thing in this world that I should find out, and there is one person who is worthy of me doing anything for her! Li Muye suddenly had an eager thought in his mind, which soon turned into endless desire and obsession.
When the idea of living arose, everything suddenly became silent. The energy and blood that had been sublimated and transformed into the original force of Shinto suddenly stopped before he completed the final absorption action in front of him. It wasn't until Li Muye's stopped heartbeat resumed its power that the energy and blood began to circulate in the body again.
He wanted to take back his telekinesis, but Li Muye had already recovered his ability to move and took a big step back, separating the top of his head from the opponent's palm.
"My name is Xin Zhao." The mummy's relic body suddenly opened its eyes. The divine light was gone, leaving only a gray and decayed mess. He said, "I failed. I hope you can remember this name in the future."
"Aren't you Xin Yin?" Just now, Li Muye thought he was Xin Yin, and the lama clothes he wore were just a disguise to confuse him. But he didn't expect that the mummy who plotted against him as soon as they met was not his big enemy Xin Yin. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "What is your relationship with Xin Yin? Why are you plotting against me here?"
Even when a person is about to die, his words are kind. When his heart has reached this point, the oil has been exhausted, the lamp has dried up, and his thoughts have dried up. Only a little bit of consciousness remains in this mummy-like relic. It is like a candle in the wind, and it will die at any time. Destroyed, there is no hope at all. At this moment, when he looked at the young man he had unintentionally married, he couldn't help but secretly sigh that time is also a fate. I had been waiting for the opportunity for fifty years, but it turned out that I wanted to make a wedding dress for someone else.
By this moment, he had given up all thoughts and spoke freely.
Xinzhao said: "Xinyin is my junior brother. We are both descendants of the Heart Seal Immortality Yoga. He practices the art of reincarnation and seizing the body, and I learn the art of transforming spirits into spirits with the power of mind."
Li Muye asked: "Weren't you the one who manipulated Mo Yu below to hypnotize me?"
Xin Zhao said: "That is a hypnotic illusion performed by Xin Yin using the art of separation. He cannot last long in that state, let alone your opponent."
Li Muye said: "About twenty years ago, there was a woman who climbed to the seventh floor of this tower. Do you still remember?" "That was a very remarkable person. How could I forget it." Xin Zhao said: "Xin Yin wanted to take advantage of her power, but she was bewitched and played by her. After giving her the initiation and enlightenment, she was quickly overtaken by her. Even Xin Yin and I have not climbed up to the seventh floor of this tower, but that woman did it. , it’s really amazing.”
His tone was full of admiration, and Li Muye listened leisurely and fascinated, recalling the grace of his mother in those days, handling these two great masters in the palm of his hands, and even aspired to the seventh floor of the ancient pagoda that neither of them had aspired to. That grace was timeless, and Zhong Yu Shenxiu is simply unique. How could a woman like her commit suicide so easily and leave this world? Brother Xiao Ye didn't see the body of Second Sister Chen for a moment, and he felt unwilling for a moment.
Xin Zhao has limited knowledge of his mother's affairs. If he wants to know more about the inside story, he still needs to meet Lama Xin Yin.
"Where are the heart sounds?" Li Muye asked again.
Xin Zhao said: "On the fifth level, he has not yet understood the original power of spiritual thoughts, so he cannot even go up to the sixth level." He also said: "He has learned the secret method of reincarnation and seizing the body in this life, so he always wants to ask for help. I am cautious and don’t dare to take that step, so I am destined to have difficulty making big breakthroughs in my life.”
Li Muye said: "You can live in this state for so long, he must have taken good care of you, right?"
Shenzhao gritted his teeth and said: "He is not taking care of me. He is just using external biochemical magic to prolong my life. The most fundamental purpose is to get the spiritual power that I have cultivated latently. I have resisted for many years, but I did not expect that in the end Just to fulfill you."
Li Muye said: "Although my subconscious is a pessimistic skeptic, I have not completely lost faith in human nature as you think. I have people I love, and there are people who love me in this world, so I still have to Live."
Shen Zhao said: "The winner is a prince and the loser is a thief. This is the end of this life!" After saying this, he closed his eyes and found no more breath. This time, it has completely become a relic body.
Li Muye saluted respectfully and said: "Master, although you intended to harm me, you unintentionally brought my spiritual power to a new level. If you succeed in the future, you will be half of my mentor. Please accept my sincere worship." ." After saying that, he kowtowed to Xinzhao's corpse.
With a bang, Xinzhao's body suddenly fell to the left, revealing a hole.
There were three things inside, one of which was a steel cylinder with a butt plug attached to it. Li Muye could tell at a glance what it was for. No wonder he could survive for so long in this ghost state. It turned out to be Schroeder. High technology is at work. There is also a string of hand beads and a handle.
Li Muye picked up the bracelet and looked at it again. Eighteen stones of unknown material were polished into eighteen ghostly looks. The workmanship was not very fine. They were worn into skewers and felt heavy in his hand. Since it could appear under a great master like Xinzhao and become one of the relics, there must be something special about this object. Li Muye had no intention of studying it in detail at this time and just casually put it on his wrist. I continued to think about the handle. He reached over and pulled gently.
There was just a roar, and after a movement like the mountain was shaking, a portal opened in the wall. Li Muye walked in and found a spiral staircase. He expected it to be the way to the fifth floor. He was secretly glad that thanks to Brother Xiaoye, he could reach the fifth floor. A thoughtful person should kneel down and kowtow to the old monk, otherwise he would not know how long he would have to wait for this simple mechanism. With a cautious mood, he slowly walked to the fifth floor. Looking around, I couldn't help but be surprised! (End of chapter)