As far as the eye can see, there is black earth, but it is covered with dark red blood, giving off a strange color.
There are no mountains, no water, no sun, moon, or clouds here. Only a faint light falls from a high place, illuminating the broken limbs and rotting corpses, dyeing them a bright red.
The entire plain stretches as far as the eye can see. The only special thing is the black air lingering in the distance. It is difficult to penetrate the sight, and it seems to be shrouding something.
After watching for a while, Meng Qi performed a somersault step, stepped on the air current with his feet, created clouds, and flew close to the ground towards the place where the black air was lingering.
This place was weird, and he didn't dare to fly fast for fear of something terrible hiding in the air.
During the flight, the smell of blood and stench penetrated his nostrils, making Meng Qi feel that he had entered some ancient battlefield, a battlefield where corpses had not yet been collected.
As they flew, many relatively complete corpses appeared in front of them, such as the strange guy standing in the shape of a golden rooster not far away.
It was wearing a hundred-year-old robe, with no hair on the top of its head. There were many rotten parts on its face and body. Bones were visible deep down, and yellow pus was left behind. It was extremely disgusting. It was holding something in its hand, but it was its left leg. The root of the leg was bloody and bloody. It seemed to be torn off directly, and then stuffed into the mouth, maintaining a chewing posture.
How could his own legs be torn off? Meng Qi climbed slightly higher, intending to go around.
At the same time, his spirit spread over, and he sensed subtleties, trying to find out the secrets of this place.
Suddenly, the corpse jumped up suddenly, waving the rotten left leg in its hand, and struck Meng Qi from a distance.
His left leg suddenly became enlarged, and Meng Qi felt as if his skin was beginning to rot even before it touched his body.
His body surface glowed with light gold, making an indescribable sound, and the Heavenly Wound on his right hand slashed down in a wonderful arc, showing off his ability to change. It gives people the feeling of white clouds and craggy dogs, which is one of the Yuxu Qingyuan sword techniques.
Puff puff. The sword light dispersed, and the place seemed to be filled with white clouds. It kept making dull noises, but it was cutting the zombies into fleshless white bones from beginning to end.
Crash, the bones collapsed, quickly rotted, and turned into bloody mud.
As the sound of crashing spread, corpses stood up unsteadily not far away. They were missing arms or internal organs. Or no head, in short no one is complete
Meng Qi frowned, his acupoints opened, and the whole body shone brightly, like a red sun, casting into the distance.
The long sword interprets the sun's rays, and the light spreads like water, scorching, high temperature, and sacred. Brilliant, nothing inferior, except all darkness
Any corpse engulfed by sunlight quickly vaporizes. The surrounding area was completely empty, with only the stream of light from the red sun cutting through the sky, rushing towards a place shrouded in black air.
The eight words "love, justice, kindness, don't enter this door" contain a deep meaning of Zen. They are glowing with glazed luster and are imprinted on the stone wall, giving people the feeling of being as pure as Bodhi and as solid as diamond.
Did you know that Wang Siyuan, who wrote these eight words, did not feel at all nervous, worried or anxious about being in the dense land of Shaolin, but instead seemed to be back at home, in a relaxed mood. Asking the person next to him.
Next to him was a guy wearing a black cloak and his voice was not mature. Pressed very low, as if afraid of being discovered by the eminent monk guarding the fork in the road:
I don’t know.
Except Wang Siyuan and the guy in a black cloak. There are two other people, one has white hair, dense wrinkles, a horse face and a high nose, and his breath is filled with the dust accumulated over the years.
He closed his eyes tightly and didn't say a word. Even when Wang Siyuan faced him, he didn't seem so carefree and in control of everything.
The other one has black hair, a straight back, a wide robe and big sleeves, and is dressed in medieval style. His eyebrows are somewhat similar to Wang Siyuan's, but he has clear edges and corners, and is masculine and mature.
Hearing the answer, Wang Siyuan chuckled: This place is the secret passage in the back mountain of Shaolin. These eight characters contain the meaning of Bodhisattva's compassion. They have lasted for thousands of years and are immortal. They were naturally written by Bodhidharma, the founder of Shaolin.
Bodhidharma, who was wearing a black cloak, was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect that he was a legendary figure who had been inactive for many years.
His voice was deep and distinctly male.
Wang Siyuan's right hand gently touched these eight words: Bodhidharma attained the Dharmakaya of Kasyapa and hoped to become a Buddha. Although he failed to succeed throughout his life, he achieved the status of Bodhisattva while he was still alive. It was after the troubled times of the Demon Buddha. One of the strongest men. Even if the warning he left behind is eroded by the years, it will still be as solid as a diamond after more than a thousand years, sealing this door. There is no special method, and even a person of great stature cannot open it.
The glazed light on the eight characters has a meaningful Zen meaning, which seems to confirm what Wang Siyuan said.
If Meng Qi were here, he would be particularly surprised, because the eight characters he has seen are ordinary and have no power at all. They seem to have been washed away by time.
The man in the cloak is inevitably curious: what is behind the door
Wang Siyuan smiled and said nothing, turned to look at the mountain wall next to him, and read out the motto on it:
If we don’t enter the mortal world, experience the sea of suffering, and don’t break the precepts, how can we know the true meaning of the rules, how can we break through the illusions of the world, see our own Buddha nature, and realize the wonderful existence of the vacuum
Ananda is worthy of being one of the two great venerable Buddhas who sat down with him. He found a different path and had profound Buddha nature. He praised it, but this path is extremely difficult and dangerous. If you are a little confused, your desires will overflow, you will get out of control, you will sink forever, and you will be reincarnated from life to life. Don't be detached.
He seemed to have something to say, but the man in the cloak didn't seem to hear it. Instead, he looked at the patterns next to the proverbs. They were monks waving their swords one after another. Their movements were different, and their thoughts were written and annotated in tiny characters. There are questions about methods and moves, and at the end there is a message:
The old monk and the Venerable Ananda have different paths. They failed to fully understand the true meaning of the broken sword technique, and the inheritance can only be passed on once and will never exist again. Therefore, I feel deeply sad and leave the secret book here. If Shaolin is not here and someone is destined to come here, I hope that the true meaning will be revealed. , return to the roots. Bodhidharma.
The man in the cloak seemed to have intense eyes. It was this sword technique that he practiced.
You are different from him. If you practice this sword technique, you will sink instantly and never be pure. Wang Siyuan coughed twice. When Bodhidharma was alive, this place was not a secret, but after his nirvana, the entire Shaolin seemed to have forgotten this place.
The cloaked man looked back: What do you want to do? How can I help
At this time, the old man next to him, who had always closed his eyes, took a step forward, squatted down in an indistinct manner, and touched the small hole, feeling the invisible but still burning flame inside.
The power of the demon saint spans eternity and is immortal. He sighed with emotion, and his eyes suddenly opened.
These are a pair of eyes that make one's scalp tingle. Only the whites of the eyes, no pupils
The man in the black cloak took a step back, seemingly frightened.
The old man smiled: I can see the past. I can see the future, so I cannot see the present.
There is a mystery in the words. But the man in the cloak couldn't tell, so he could only look at Wang Siyuan.
Wang Siyuan put his fist against his lips and took a breath: You don't have to worry about other things. First, run the technique and try to push the door.
The man in the cloak was startled at first, then calmed down and whispered, I hope you can keep your promise after this incident.
He threw back his cloak. Revealing his own face, he had ordinary features but a deep temperament, and at the same time a little tiger-like head remained. He seemed to be the Duan Rui that Meng Qi was trying to find.
A young man who failed to practice the Yi Jin Jing and suffered from schizophrenia, changing people and being demons at the same time
Suddenly, his eyes turned dark, his expression was extremely distorted, and his breath changed instantly, which was extremely evil. The two palms were faintly filled with strange black energy.
Both palms fell on the stone door, and black energy penetrated silently.
At this time, the tortoise shell shines brightly. The black and white dots continued to rotate, interpreting many hexagrams, and then plunged into the black energy.
The words "love, justice, kindness, don't enter this door" have not changed at all. They are still glowing with glaze, but the door slowly opens.
The red sun flew across the sky, flying extremely fast. Meng Qi got rid of the many dead bodies on the black plain and approached the lingering black air.
Black air shrouded the vaguely visible Buddhist temples. There is a pool of merit and virtue, with seven treasures including gold, silver, glazed agate and so on. There are dancing bodhi trees and mountain peaks at the core. But without exception, they are all in a state of destruction, or withered and rotten. Only the gurgling water still sings softly and is slightly blood-brown.
When he arrived here, Meng Qi felt that the laws of heaven and earth were slightly different from those around him, just like the aura at the core of the Nine Netherworld encountered in the Worry-free Valley.
Here, the vitality of heaven and earth is in a semi-dead state, with the color of colorful glaze at the bottom and black pool on top. The principles of the law are difficult and constantly changing. The Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique and the True Fire of the Great Sun are sometimes suppressed and sometimes blessed. The purple lightning The same goes for lightning and golden merit, while others are completely weakened.
Last time he was able to transform into a ghost and adapt to the law, but this time Meng Qi didn't know what he should become to ignore the influence. After all, he hadn't even finished learning the nine changes yet.
Light gold emerged, resisting the black energy, and Meng Qi cautiously stepped into the ruined Buddhist Zen forest.
Suddenly, a figure was reflected in the semi-corroded crystal under the withered bodhi tree. She was dressed in white like snow, ethereal and pure, with delicate appearance and a half-smiling smile.
Gu Xiaosang and Meng Qi were startled and alerted the surrounding area, but the area was empty and there were no enemies.
At this time, a hoarse voice came from his ear: Do you really want to defeat her, catch her, **** her, let her understand the consequences of using you and playing with you
Meng Qi was even more surprised. Apart from being wary and hostile towards Gu Xiaosang, if he said he had never had similar dark thoughts, it would be a lie. However, these were just occasional thoughts and would not be acted upon at all.
At this time, Meng Qi was shocked by the darkness in his heart, and became increasingly vigilant.
Sensing the surroundings, Meng Qi still couldn't find anyone.
A bodhi leaf fell and caught Meng Qi's attention. The lines on it seemed to be Jiang Zhiwei's face.
At this moment, the hoarse voice sounded again: Do you hate her very much? Why Zhanwu sees me and I am not myself? Why only love the seven-foot sword in my life
No Meng Qi blurted it out.
People's hearts are full of ghosts, and they often have dark thoughts, but they are like thin snow in the sun, fleeting, but now that someone has peeked out of this darkness and revealed secrets, he naturally feels difficult to calm down, and even feels unable to face Jiang Zhiwei a feeling of
The bodhi leaf fell into the deep grass, and a half-broken golden lotus slowly bloomed. Ruan Yushu, Qi Zhengyan and Zhao Heng seemed to appear inside.
Do you think they are holding you back, and you want to kick them away and the hoarse voice will start again
Meng Qi took a deep breath and said loudly: Who would I be without you
Turn around and you'll know who I am. Hoarse voices came from all directions.
Meng Qi turned around suddenly and saw only the gurgling stream, and his face was reflected in the stream.
This is a distorted face, as if crazy, with dark eyes.
Meng Qi was extremely frightened, and his heart was filled with turmoil.
I
How can it be
When was I invaded by evil spirits
I am you, you are me, what I say is naturally true, the hoarse voice laughed, Meng Qi saw his mouth opening and closing, do you still think you are a good person
His voice became lower, like chanting scripture:
People's hearts are dark and their nature is evil. Once they enter this door and see themselves, friendship and kindness will no longer exist, and kindness will no longer exist.