Duan Rui's mind was almost completely blank. The encounter he had never had before and could not imagine gave the Baique Demon, who had been able to stop crying at night in recent years, a familiar and strange feeling of weakness, just like when he was young and faced the Crazy Sword Su. Meng couldn't be beaten no matter what, and he couldn't get rid of him. It wasn't until the magician took action that he managed to escape. &104;Updates quickly, the website page is clean, and there are few ads. I like this kind of website the most. I must give it a thumbs up.
Just now, in front of us were the Brocade Weaver Shao Changge and the descendant Ying Ning of the Joyful Bodhisattva. It was a vast green sea with wind-blown grass and cattle and sheep. Now, there is a gray-robed withered monk, a sick and weak young man, and a sword-wielding fairy. It is the great river flowing eastward, and it is across the river. The iron ropes on the water surface were as far as the north and south. In an instant, I changed my world.
On the grassland, Shao Changge and Ying Ning stood blankly, their eyes wide open, looking at the place where Duan Rui disappeared, their mouths opened little by little, but no sound came out.
what happened just now
A hand suddenly appeared from the void and snatched away Baique Tianmo. As he floated, his breath was slightly exposed, and the scene opposite seemed to be vaguely familiar, making people inexplicably familiar.
After a few breaths, Shao Changge's pupils shrank suddenly and he shouted:
Crazy knife
Crazy Sword Su Meng
I will never admit this familiar aura. Although I have never seen a mad knife, my lady has collected a thunder knife that is called evil calamity. She often plays with it. It was not destroyed until the return of the Nine Heavens. The original of this knife The master is Su Meng. His aura remains on the sword and never fades away. He feels it from time to time.
And Yingning almost whispered: Jiangdong.
It feels like the scenery is definitely from Kodong. I was born in Kodong, and I experienced it in Kodong after my enlightenment. It’s impossible to admit my mistake.
The two spoke almost at the same time, then glanced at each other subconsciously, synthesized each other's words, and came to a frightening conclusion:
Crazy Blade is far away from Jiangdong. He took action from afar and directly captured Baique Tianmo Duan Rui.
In today's world, who can do it except the omnipresent Su Wuming
Is this a ubiquitous legendary feature, or is it something special
What state has the mad sword reached
The two were frightened out of their wits. He fled in a hurry and flew to the place where Changshengtian returned, just like a fledgling young hero seeking the blessing of his teacher after encountering setbacks.
After going blank, Duan Rui had countless thoughts in his mind. He quickly recognized the eldest son of the King of All Countries and the Supreme Divine Sword Jiang Zhiwei. Then, he found that the gray-robed monk in front of him looked very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
Ignoring the deep dead temperament and the haggard and tired appearance, this is a rather outstanding face. Thick, black and not messy sword eyebrows, eyes that seem to attract people's attention
Suddenly, a realization emerged in Duan Rui's mind:
The full text of Mad Sword Su Meng's Mad Sword
Having dominated the world for more than ten years, Su Meng, the arrogant and arrogant swordsman who has been in desperate situations, remains an unchanging shadow in his heart.
This is Jiangdong. He took action across half of the Jin Dynasty, the entire Northern Zhou Dynasty and half of the grassland, and caught me. His previous knowledge and his current understanding made Duan Rui's body tremble uncontrollably, and his legs seemed to be unable to support him. Live yourself.
The violent and brutal energy flashed past. Immediately overwhelmed by extreme fear, Duan Rui was not restrained, but did not dare to resist or escape.
Wang Siyuan leaned back slightly. He raised his head and whispered to himself, as if sighing:
causes of effects
Yuanshi Tianzun
Jiang Zhiwei's eyes shone with interest.
In the past, I was soft-hearted and pitied you for having two souls and being unable to control yourself. Fang has made all kinds of mistakes and there is still room for turning back. He has never used his hands to eliminate evil. Meng Qi looked at Duan Rui and spoke slowly. In the past ten years, countless people have died in vain because of this. A single thought of benevolence satisfied myself, but let others suffer. It was my fault. Now is the time to atone for my sins.
With a thud, Duan Rui's heartbeat accelerated twice, and his whole body gradually became cold. The approach of death made him extremely frightened. What flashed in his mind were the mutilated corpses. These were the souls of his own men. Today, Are you going to follow in their footsteps
Plop, Duan Rui suddenly crouched down and wailed: Senior, spare your life, no, Master, spare your life, Yuan Jing is weak and the child is young, they can't lose me, you, just abolish my martial arts, don't, don't kill me, let I left one life to take care of them.
Meng Qi looked at him with indifferent eyes, like a real Buddhist monk: When you killed innocent people, did you ever soften your heart because of their begging for mercy
With a bang, the fear in Duan Rui's heart exploded. Black gas came out of his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and other apertures. His body was suddenly torn into pieces. The air was full of broken limbs and arms, and blood and filth filled his nostrils.
He resorted to secret techniques and tried to escape.
A ray of sword light lit up, and soon divided into countless filaments, forming a net, covering the black energy, severed limbs, etc., shrinking into a ball of light.
The blood in the light ball squirmed, and Duan Rui appeared again.
Jiang Zhiwei saw that Meng Qi did not take action, and looked thoughtfully at the wound on his chest that had not yet recovered, unsheathed his sword, and restrained Duan Rui in an understatement.
At this time, Wang Siyuan coughed twice, smiled slightly and said: You actually still have a glimmer of hope.
Well, Duan Rui was desperate and desperately grasped the last straw.
As long as you help us open the stone door in the back mountain of Shaolin, we will only destroy your martial arts, destroy your foundation, suppress you under the stupa of the back mountain of Shaolin to think about your mistakes, and you can see your wife and children every year. Wang Siyuan said he had harsh conditions, but with the previous death as a comparison, Duan Rui accepted it without hesitation.
Meng Qi didn't say anything, nor did he acknowledge Wang Siyuan's words.
Wang Siyuan sent a message saying: The magic skill he practiced was made by practicing the Yi Jin Jing in reverse. It is very weird and has deep-rooted malice. If he does not have the power to suppress it and cannot vent it, he will go crazy to death within seven days.
This is the conclusion drawn from each failed death row prisoner.
Jiang Zhiwei shook her head and laughed: A magic stick is a magic stick, and he can trick people into the game even if he doesn't tell lies.
As soon as the light disappeared, several people went straight to Shaolin.
This time, Wang Siyuan did not try to hide Shaolin, but came to Shaolin openly and openly.
In the main hall, eminent monks gathered.
Master Meng Qi bowed to Xuanbei without saying anything. He just called out "Master", the lingering sound was like choking Yala Adventure Notes.
Xuanbei wore a yellow monk's robe and a red cassock. He looked at Meng Qi with a kind expression and a lot of emotion. He sighed and said: Everyone says that a nephew is like an uncle, and it is true.
He stood out of the queue, turned around and saluted Wu Si, who was holding a nine-ringed tin staff: Namo Amitabha, abbot, leave the matter of Ananda's Pure Land in the back mountain to Lao Na.
Wusi didn't object, he just chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.
No need to hide, a few people quickly arrived at the stone gate.
The glazed light on the door is turning, the meaning of Zen is meaningful, the love, justice and benevolence, don't enter this door. The eight words are as pure as Bodhi and as solid as diamond.
Open the door. Wang Siyuan ordered Duan Rui.
Jiang Zhiwei flicked the hilt of the sword, and a trace of sword light burst out from Duan Rui's body, allowing him to regain his power.
Duan Rui's eyes turned dark, his aura was evil and filthy, his expression was twisted and ferocious, his right hand reached out, turned into a black claw, and struck the stone door fiercely.
When the black energy poured in silently, Wang Siyuan's right hand suddenly appeared in black and white, condensed into an illusory Luo Shu, and pushed forward.
The seal of Buddha's intention on the stone door has not changed, and the glass is still the same, but it moves back and slowly opens, as if there is some distant response.
What was behind the door was the same as what Meng Qi saw in the Zhouguang Fragment. There was no sun, no moon, no breath, no wind, no clouds, no mountains. There was only the pitch-black earth, dark red blood everywhere, and densely packed broken arms and limbs.
Xuanbei chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and the appearance of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva appeared behind him, using the Soul-Saving Sutra to eliminate all kinds of obsessions and evil intentions.
Wang Siyuan restrained Duan Rui again, worried that there was still a place in Ananda's Pure Land where his magic power could be used.
With their current level of strength, the journey was uneventful and they successfully arrived at the foot of Mount Sumeru, which is divided into seven levels. However, at a glance, the formations such as Duanqingjingluohongchenzhencaokarma were completely destroyed. It was not Han Guang's fault. , is the consequence caused by Meng Qi and Wang Siyuan.
There is no way to fly here. Even if the formation does not exist, Meng Qi and others have to go up the mountain road. Xuanbei stands side by side with him and suddenly says: When I was a teacher and the Tang family was wiped out, I felt guilty and blamed myself. It is not the path of regret. Seeing injustice, he drew his sword to help, but he hated that he had not done well enough and was not secretive enough. If the enemy was not still in the world, he would have been completely discouraged and his heart would be as dead as a lake, and he would end the rest of his life. But fortunately, the crying old man is still alive, supported by his full of hatred and deep-seated pain. Although I know that this is not in line with Buddhism, I dare not forget it.
It is precisely because of this that you killed the crying old man, so that the teacher's hatred can be repaid, and he will no longer be troubled by it day and night. He finally realized that now, the teacher has only one wish left, which is to one day master the secrets of life and death and save his family. Resurrect and give them a life of peace and joy.
He did not say this to express himself, but to tell Meng Qi that if he continued to support himself, he would eventually come out. If he could not support himself, then find a goal to support him, such as hatred.
Meng Qi turned to look at his master, his eyes seemed to have a flash of fire, then he calmed down and said in a low voice: Disciple understands.
At this time, several people passed through the destroyed first six layers of the formation and saw the seventh layer and the peak of the mountain.
There are deep pits and cracks everywhere here, and they are full of signs of destruction. It seems that it has experienced a war in a distant era. If the pure land had not been destroyed and the mountains had not collapsed, it would have ceased to exist long ago.
Naturally, there is no trace of the formation on the seventh level.
Meng Qixuanbei Jiang Zhiwei and Wang Siyuan walked forward slowly and cautiously. Suddenly, a sigh sounded from the scene of destruction:
If the heart is not calm and the emotions are not peaceful, how can we see the Tathagata again if we reincarnate in the world of mortals, break the precepts and take precepts
The voice is sad and eternal.