Sparkling, illusory and real, as if the passage of time cannot be seen but can be felt intuitively. The Time Knife is placed quietly on the altar table without any unnecessary reaction.
Faced with this, Meng Qi regarded it as normal and continued talking, as if he never expected to get an answer:
If the Emperor of Heaven can really return, he will immediately return to his peak state, let alone that. If he still needs time to consolidate, I believe he will not mind having another ally from the other side.
As long as He or you take action at the critical moment, after I attain the other side, I will help the Emperor of Heaven regain his peak.
After speaking in the language of a great wish, he directly withdrew his gaze, dispersed the purple intention in the eyes of the contemporary head of the Xuantian Sect, and put away the inner demons, without waiting for the reaction of the Time Knife, or whether it could kill him. These words were conveyed to the hidden and undead Emperor of Heaven.
The Jade Emperor Mountain still exists, and the Xuantian Sect remains the same. No big shot has taken away the Time Knife. Maybe they are just waiting for something to happen.
At the bottom of Jiuyou, at the core of the ruins of the Underworld, sits a young man wearing a black robe. He has a handsome face, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes are full of boredom and exhaustion from the mortal world and even everything. He has a three-foot-three-inch hand drawn across his knee. The three-third-long dark and lightless sword seemed to be about to end everything, including himself, with a wave of his hand.
Suddenly there was a flash of purple light in front of him, twisting and squirming, turning into Meng Qi's figure.
You came. Qisha Taoist said calmly.
Meng Qi nodded slightly: I'm here.
What are you using to convince me that Master Qisha seems to have known his intentions for a long time.
The only ones Jiuyou is qualified to have a hand in the real world are you and Jiuluan. He is a madman who has no sense and only knows destruction, and cannot communicate. Meng Qi did not directly answer Taoist Qi Sha's question, but instead mentioned the matter of Jiuyou.
In the current false other side, those who possess the peerless world level are Yang Jian, Jiuluan Tianzun and Qisha Taoist. They can barely block two or three attacks from the big shots after leaving Jiuyou, but Meng Qi does not expect them to interfere with the main force. On the battlefield, I just hope to scatter the corresponding treasures such as the plain cloud realm flag, green lotus color flag, and Tianchu axe.
After a pause, Meng Qi continued without waiting for Master Qisha to say anything more: As for the reason. When I die, the devil and Buddha will reach perfection and return to the ranks of the ancient ones. Isn’t it enough
Taoist Qi Sha said with a wave of excitement: "The Sword of the Underworld has completely awakened. I am in Jiuyou, and I am on the other side. If I can't defeat him, I will be afraid of him."
The devil. First the devil and then the Buddha, I am quite worried that he will find a way to assimilate or even swallow Jiuyou. And your false other side is just a gift from Jiuyou. Meng Qi slowly finished speaking and then dispersed. The purple light disappeared instantly like a dreamy bubble.
Taoist Qisha watched a little bit of the purple light extinguish, and his eyes gradually became darker.
Mother, mother, mother
The tender voices of children kept ringing in his ears, as distant as if they were in a previous life. Gu Xiaosang slowly opened his eyes, and the bright stars were reflected in his pupils, which was dreamy and mysterious.
She looked around and saw that this was a magnificently built bedroom. There is a priceless guqin on display, and one of the most famous flutes in the world is hung. The floor is covered with a thick and warm carpet, which is so comfortable that people want to lie down on it.
In sharp contrast to these are the black wooden strips nailed horizontally and vertically on the windows, layer after layer, strong and solid, not letting out any light. What’s even weirder is that this bedroom has no door
It's really twisted. The corners of Gu Xiaosang's mouth curled up, revealing a playful and self-deprecating smile, turning a deaf ear to his mother's call that was still echoing.
She stood up from her bed and lifted her feet, like a pair of snow-white elves. I wandered over to one of the windows and reached out to rub the layers of black wood.
Stretching back his hand, a little light came in from the outside world. At some point, a small gap appeared between the two tightly fitted black wooden strips, which penetrated several layers of closed gaps, showing the perseverance and recklessness of the digger. Work around.
The smile on the corner of Gu Xiaosang's mouth became a little more obvious, and he stepped forward gently. It passed through the gap like a ghost, through the black wooden bars and the window itself.
What is outside is not a courtyard, but a broad river with no end or end to the other side. A ferry is parked on the shore, and on it stands an old man wearing a bamboo hat.
Gu Xiaosang walked forward with bare feet, leisurely as if on a spring outing. It took him a long time to reach the ferry and get a clear look at the ferryman.
His skin was yellow, his wrinkles were deep, and his eyebrows and hair had long since fallen out. Gu Xiaosang didn't say anything, and just boarded the ferry and sat at the bow.
The boatman held up the pole and the ferry took off and sailed into the middle of the river. At this time, Gu Xiaosang smiled and saluted casually:
I have seen the Buddha being introduced.
This boatman turned out to be the guide to the Buddha, the Amitabha in Namo Amitabha, the ancient one in the other shore.
To guide is to guide. Buddhas have no ancestors. The old boatman spoke in a calm tone, acquiescing to Gu Xiaosang's title.
Gu Xiaosang smiled and said: They all guessed that I wanted to use Donghuang's flesh and blood to hook up with the monsters of Heaven, or secretly look for Fuhuang or Emperor of Heaven, but these alone were not enough, so I hid in the Jue Dao and pretended to start a plan until I got home. The husband cut off the old mother's hand that reached into the Nine Netherworld and blocked the Black Heaven Emperor. Then with the help of the cover of the Jue Dao, he stepped into the Zi Zi Heaven and entered the place where the Emperor Zi Zi was conceived. He used the source of inner demons to connect the dream and invite the Buddha to come before him. Come as a guest.
He Hua Zi Tian is another name for a certain level of Jiuyou, the paradise of heavenly demons, and Amitabha is the true Lord of Dreams.
Mercy, mercy, what is the donor's purpose in looking for me? The old man was not surprised at all by Gu Xiaosang's story.
Of course, I ask the Buddha to help my husband reach the other shore. Gu Xiaosang made this request confidently. If there were any bystanders here, their eyes would probably bulge.
In the past, it was not Amitabha who blocked the Tushita Palace so that the Taoist Heavenly Lord could not take action, thus allowing the Golden Emperor to deal with Meng Qi and Gu Xiaosang unscrupulously.
Wasn't it Amitabha who formed a solid alliance with the Golden Emperor and equally shared the core of humanity
She actually asked the other party for help, which is even more incredible than asking for the skin of a tiger.
The old boatman looked at Gu Xiaosang and said with a smile: It is rare for a donor to have such great ambitions.
If fellow Taoist Maitreya wants to escape from the sea of suffering, the Moral God will definitely stop him, and the Demon King will definitely not want all races to enter the Buddhist kingdom on earth. Although the Qing Emperor is the Medicine King Buddha, he has done something to block the way in the past, and he will inevitably repay it now, and his hometown of Vacuum There is a fundamental conflict with the Buddhist kingdom on earth. At this critical moment, what will the Golden Emperor think of watching himself being weakened? Gu Xiaosang talked about it without any pause. I am afraid that I am alone, and releasing the demon Buddha will only increase the number of enemies. In view of this, my mother returned early and tried to kill me and my husband, but the Buddha did not try his best to leave me as a guide.
She said the last sentence with great certainty, as if she had witnessed Amitabha's release.
Although the moral benefactor is the foundation of the world and will be weakened by the final calamity, it has already achieved the prototype of Tao and Fruit, and its influence is not great. With the magical power of transforming three pure states into one qi, it is extremely difficult for me to block it. The old boatman's tone showed no change, and remained gentle and calm.
Gu Xiaosang tilted his head slightly and suddenly smiled: It's not that you didn't try your best, Buddha, but that you didn't drive Fu Huang.
At the last two words, she suddenly raised her pitch, as if a thunderbolt came out of thin air.
The old boatman did not speak. He looked at Gu Xiaosang quietly for a while and then sighed:
Unexpectedly, the donor knew this secret.
He frankly admitted that he could drive Emperor Fu
At the end of the ancient times, the three emperors suffered losses. Not only Haotian and Donghuang, Fuhuang briefly rose again in the early years of ancient times and disappeared mysteriously. It is unknown what happened, but in the end he ended up close to the fate of Donghuang. It is under your control, Buddha. . Gu Xiaosang said a few more words to show that he was not bluffing, and even if he was the emperor, the situation for fellow Taoist Maitreya to escape from the sea of suffering was extremely dangerous.
My husband has always had a connection with Buddhism. He was born in Shaolin. He also received the master outline of the Tathagata Divine Palm and practiced several styles of Divine Palm. He is by no means naturally hostile to Buddhism. If the Buddha can help him reach the other shore, he will know how to do it when fellow Taoist Maitreya attains enlightenment. To reciprocate a favor, the Moral God will definitely turn a blind eye.
In addition, fellow Taoist Maitreya, the affairs of the Buddhist kingdom on earth are probably very important to you, Buddha.
As she spoke, the water rippled, and the ferry unknowingly returned to its original shore. The old boatman's bamboo hat was lowered, covering his eyes, and he did not answer.
Gu Xiaosang stood up, stepped out of the ferry, and returned the same way. When the river disappeared, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth again.
When her figure left the dreamland, the place did not collapse. A bright moon slowly rose in the center of the river, perfect, crystal clear, and brilliant.
If you could be happy to see Su Meng reach the other side, you, who controls Fu Huang, would not sit back and watch one of the three corpses of the ancient Buddha die under the Zhenwu Sword. A cold and ethereal female voice came down.
The old boatman smiled slightly: "Then what did the donor think about it?"