Say it's late, it's quick.
Yunxiang's claw shadow is approaching Luo Jianqing's chest and clothes, but Luo Jianqing's hand has already condensed a blue sword qi, which is against Yunxiang's neck. Yun Xiang stiffened instantly, she moved slightly, and the sharp and sharp sword qi made a shallow cut on her neck.
At this moment, a blood-red figure had already flown from the sky.
The first thing Mo Qiu did after arriving was to hold Luo Jianqing's hand and push Yun Xiang's hand away.
Yun Xiang said in shock, "Master... Mo Qiu, why are you here?"
Looking down at the surprised Yunxiang, Mo Qiu's face sank, and he said in a cold voice: "You ask why... you ask me why I am here? Then I want to ask you, why are you here, why are you suddenly here? Shoot my friend? Yunxiang, give me an explanation."
At first Mo Qiu's tone was very cold, but gradually he became a little more gentle. However, even if his voice could be slowed down and the terrifying oppressive aura subsided, Yun Xiang still timidly took a half step back and lowered her head slightly.
Yun Xiang murmured, "...Your friend?"
Mo Qiu didn't answer Yunxiang's question. He turned his head to look at Luo Jianqing, only to see the latter smiled at him and raised his hand. Mo Qiu was stunned, and then released Luo Jianqing's wrist, and then the corner of his mouth twitched, and said: "What are you looking at, Luo Jianqing, you haven't seen me for a long time, you look at me with this expression? Don't say two nice words. ?"
Luo Jianqing raised an eyebrow: "I haven't seen Daoist Mo for many days, do you miss it?"
Mo Qiu sneered and didn't answer.
Yun Xiang, who was stunned by the side, said, "..."
Only then did Mo Qiu notice the monk standing beside him with his palms folded. His eyes narrowed, and he stared at the Buddha's body for a long time, and said coldly, "The Buddha and Chen of the Guiyuan Sect."
The Buddha nodded slightly: "The Mo Qiu donor in Luoshui Qianqiu?"
Hearing this nickname, Mo Qiu was stunned for a moment, then quietly raised the corners of his lips, and said, "I didn't expect a master to be here. Luo Jianqing, you can meet powerful people wherever you go. My disciple... my friend can't kill you at all, it's better for you to not hurt her, and keep teasing her."
Luo Jianqing said innocently: "Do you think the wound on my chest is fake?"
Mo Qiu looked down.
At this moment, the scar on Luo Jianqing's chest has already healed, and he can't even see a trace. Only the clothes are torn a few times, which shows that he has indeed been injured.
Seeing this, Mo Qiu's face turned gloomy again, then turned to look at Yun Xiang. Before he could speak, Yunxiang raised her hands: "I was wrong, I was wrong, if I knew he was your friend, how could I hurt him. No, no, if I knew he was the legendary Luo Jian Qing, I absolutely can't touch him, I swear!"
As she spoke, Yunxiang blinked pitifully and raised her four fingers to swear to the sky.
This appearance is completely different from the arrogant and domineering witch just now, and Luo Jianqing laughed silently. He also doesn't know what the relationship between Mo Qiu and this Yunxiang is, but it is conceivable that a monk like Mo Qiu who can reach the late Nascent Soul before the age of sixty, as long as he is willing to join the Magic Palace, he will definitely be reused. And maybe he will be appreciated by Demon Venerable.
It is said that all the magic cultivators are the kings of strength, and Mo Qiu is so much higher than Yunxiang's realm. Such a relationship is somewhat understandable.
Yunxiang's plea for mercy obviously didn't satisfy Mo Qiu, he sneered and said: "You can't see what he looks like? The person in this world who is more handsome than me is only Luo Jianqing, the others are you at all. I can't see how they are alive. Don't argue with me, you will be punished automatically when you go back."
Yun Xiang immediately wilted.
Seeing this situation, the smile on Luo Jianqing's lips became even more intense, and he whispered: "You just scolded the witches of the Modao Palace in the thirty-six states, are you not afraid of being discovered by others? But I I'm curious, Mo Qiu, how long has it been since you haven't seen him, can you reprimand that Demon Venerable's beloved disciple?"
Mo Qiu raised his chin slightly and said with a smile, "I am now the core figure of the Demon Palace. My talent is much higher than hers. I am the new disciple of Demon Venerable." After a pause, Mo Qiu said again, "You Are you worried that my identity as a magic cultivator will be discovered?" After speaking, Mo Qiu looked at the Buddha beside him.
The Buddha smiled lightly and bowed to him.
Unexpectedly, Mo Qiu glanced at the Buddha, and then flicked his red sleeves: "If you kill him, no one will know?"
Luo Jianqing: "...you're just fooling around!"
The Buddhist son whose smile froze on his face immediately: "..." Amitabha, Amitabha, the little monk should not leave the Guiyuan Sect and come out to play...
Suddenly angry Yunxiang: "Why do you want to kill innocent people indiscriminately!"
Mo Qiu was stunned when he heard the words, then turned to look at the girl in black: "How dare you say that I killed innocent people indiscriminately?"
Yunxiang had just gained a little momentum, Mo Qiu just glanced at her, she actually shrank again: "You... didn't you tell me before that our demon cultivators must not kill innocent people indiscriminately, once they really go away A thoroughly evil way will be remembered by the way of heaven. Not to mention ascending to immortality, even entering the stage of spiritual transformation is as difficult as ascending to the sky…”
Mo Qiu laughed and said, "You remember my words clearly?"
Yun Xiang lowered her head and dared not speak.
Luo Jianqing sighed and said: "Although you are now halfway out of your body, but Mo Qiu, don't try to bully the Buddha. I only get along with the Buddha for a few days, but he is very knowledgeable in Buddhism. Understandable but admirable, and his karma is also very good."
Mo Qiu pursed his lips and glared fiercely at the Buddha.
The Buddha fiddled with the round Buddha beads and sighed in his heart: The little monk really shouldn't leave the Guiyuan Sect...
Of course, everything was just Mo Qiu joking, and he naturally couldn't really kill the Buddha. Just like what he said to Luo Jianqing before, Mo Qiu has never killed anyone and will never kill anyone in the future. The Buddha's son didn't hate Mo Xiu so deeply, otherwise he would have killed Yun Xiang at the first sight of him in the inn, and would not have kept her alive until now.
Luo Jianqing was also very pleasantly surprised to see Mo Qiu here, but he was still anxious to return to Mount Taihua.
Unexpectedly, Mo Qiu said, "I didn't expect you to come to Yunzhou to find me. I'm really flattered."
Luo Jianqing said subconsciously, "I came to you on purpose?"
Mo Qiu nodded as a matter of course: "Yes, didn't I tell you before I left Taihua Mountain that I am going to Yunzhou to deal with things?" After the voice fell, Mo Qiu's face darkened: "You didn't come to me at all!"
Luo Jianqing: "..."
Seeing that Mo Qiu had already taken the blood-colored whip to fight Luo Jianqing, the Buddha on the side looked at them and smiled softly, while Yun Xiang on the other side was already stunned, his mouth was so open that he could stuff a duck egg down, using an unbelievable expression. He looked at the red-clothed magician who was chasing Luo Jianqing.
After about a quarter of an hour of commotion, Luo Jianqing reached out and grabbed Mo Qiu's whip and said solemnly, "I have to go back."
Mo Qiu sneered: "Is this what Mo Qiu calls a life and death friend? I don't even know that I am in Yunzhou?"
Luo Jianqing coughed twice in embarrassment.
The atmosphere between the two froze again, and the fair and gentle handsome monk sighed helplessly, took a step forward, and broke the deadlock: "Since Daoyou Mo wants to chat with Daoist Luo, this place is very close to my Guiyuan Sect. Why don't you go to Xiao Seng's sect first? In half a month, it happens to be the Zen debate conference of my Guiyuan Sect. If you are interested, Xiao Seng is willing to lead the way."
Yunxiang nodded immediately and asked, "I'll go! But what is a Zen debate conference?"
Luo Jianqing frowned hesitantly: "I want to go back to Taihua soon..."
Mo Qiu stared at Luo Jianqing coldly, the latter had to sigh and said, "That will only bother the Buddha."
The Buddha smiled and nodded.
But after a long time, the Buddha turned his hand and took out a jasper Buddha bead. This Buddha bead is not made of sandalwood or the like, but looks like beautiful jade, reflecting many mottled colors in the sun. The Buddha recited the mantra silently, and the bead soon grew large, forming a jade bead about the size of a house.
The Buddha said: "There are still thousands of miles to return to the Yuan Sect. It is better to take the little monk's jade-like pearl, which also saves the strength of the legs."
Everyone immediately got on the beads.
It was said to be jade beads, but when Luo Jianqing went up, he didn't feel slippery, but very cold and refreshing. When everyone stood firm, a golden light flashed in the Buddha's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, the Buddha beads moved forward a hundred meters and drove at a high speed.
The beads are very stable, and they don't fly high. Luo Jianqing can also look at the surrounding scenery.
It didn't take long for Yunxiang to ask, "Monk, you haven't said what the Zen Debate Conference is."
The Buddha smiled slightly, but was not annoyed by what Yunxiang called himself, and said: "Buddhism is divided into eight major sects, namely the San Lun sect, the Faxiang sect, the Tiantai sect, the Huayan sect, the Zen sect, the Pure Land sect, the Lu sect and the Zhenyan sect. The little monk is from Guiyuan. Sect, my Guiyuan sect belongs to the category of Zen, and most Buddhist practitioners in the world are also Zen, so every five years, my Guiyuan sect will hold a Zen debate conference. At that time, all Buddhist practitioners from all over the world will be present, and eight schools will meet together to debate Zen. On the machine."
Yunxiang asked again: "Does that mean that every Buddhist practitioner has to talk about something at this debate on Zen?"
The Buddha shook his head: "If that's the case, then the Chan Debate Conference will not be finished for a hundred years. The Buddhist Dharma cannot be spoken lightly, and there must be a way. In the end, the winner of the debate will be the winner of the Zen debate, and the sect he belongs to will be proud of it for five years.”
Yunxiang nodded lightly: "Hey, doesn't that mean that every five years there will be a different champion, and every year a different Buddhist sect will be happy?"
This time, I didn't wait for the Buddha's answer, I just heard Mo Qiu hate iron and said: "I don't see you studying and cultivating on weekdays. Knowing that this so-called Zen debate started twenty years ago, Zen has always won the top prize, and you don’t even know what the eight major sects are?”
Yunxiang snorted aggrievedly: "I don't know how much you know..."
Mo Qiu glanced at her, and she immediately fell silent.
Luo Jianqing smiled and cleared the siege: "Miss Yun is forgivable for not knowing about this, and she is not a Buddhist practitioner. Since the son of Buddha represented the Zen sect twenty years ago, he has never been defeated, and has won many battles. Otherwise, Who do you think the title of 'Buddha' is recognized by?"
A light flashed in Yunxiang's eyes, she glanced at the Buddha quietly, and said to herself: "So you are still so powerful..."
The four flew forward at a very fast speed. The Buddha patiently explained the related affairs of Buddhist cultivation to the other three. Yunxiang listened very attentively. Gradually, even Luo Jianqing felt a little curious and moved up. listened.
Only Mo Qiu, still standing at the front of the Buddha beads with a calm face, played with his long whip in annoyance, as if he was not interested in the interesting things about the Buddha.
In this way, the four left the territory of Yunzhou and soon arrived in Cenzhou.
The deeper you go, the more water flows. Cenzhou is famous for its mountains and waters. In particular, the water in Cenzhou is famous all over the world. It is rumored that many monks who practice water-related exercises often come here to retreat, because there are big rivers, rivers, seas and oceans here, and they are already on the edge of Xuantian Continent.
The Buddha smiled and said: "Ten years ago at the Zen debate conference, Xiao Seng met a fellow Taoist of the Shinyan Sect, and he asked Xiao Seng a question. He said that it is said that Zen Buddhists are wise and know the way. The law returns to one, where does one return?"
Yunxiang was thinking in confusion, but Luo Jianqing was startled.
The Buddha gave Luo Jianqing a meaningful look and explained: "The little monk replied to him that everything in the world is one, and there is no one where the ten thousand come from, and no ten thousand can come from the one. , is the Dependent Origination Law. Since it is one, where does it belong?"
Luo gradually closed his eyes, immersed in that mysterious realm. Mo Qiu, who was not far away, also glanced at the Buddha, and the hostility in his eyes was much less. Only Yunxiang still frowned and asked, "What exactly do you mean, why can't I understand?"
Mo Qiu twitched the corners of his mouth, just about to reprimand, who would have guessed...
boom!
A terrifying pressure rose from the ground and rushed into the sky. This power is so terrifying, as if the air is condensed into substance, and the four people on the bead cannot move. Luo Jianqing hurriedly looked at Mo Qiu, and Mo Qiu also looked at him.
The two looked at each other and immediately understood what the other meant.
At this time, Luo Jianqing's first thought was Mo Qiu. Not to mention that Mo Qiu's cultivation level is indeed the highest among the four, that is, Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu have gone through life and death again and again, and the person he trusts most in his heart is Xuan Lingzi, and the second It was me, and the third was Mo Qiu.
Under such pressure like the sea, Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu walked with difficulty and walked towards each other. When the Buddha saw this, his eyebrows froze. At this moment, he took Yunxiang's hand regardless of men and women's defenses, to prevent her from having any problems.
However, that coercion did not give them a chance to guard.
Just a breath, boom!
This time, the coercion was accompanied by terrifying spiritual power, like a gust of wind hitting everyone.
Luo Jianqing's eyes and hands were fast, he grabbed Mo Qiu with one hand, and Yunxiang who was closest to him with the other, but the Buddha child who was farthest from him fell down suddenly, and the jade beads suddenly fell.
Luo Jianqing said in shock: "Buddha!"
Before he could do anything, Yunxiang suddenly jumped off the jade beads and grabbed the Buddha's hand. Luo Jianqing's eyes shrank, immediately jumped down, and then took Yun Xiang's hand. Mo Qiu took Luo Jianqing's hand, and the four of them fell under the beads together.
Mo Qiu snorted, turned his hand and took out a delicate dagger from the ring. This dagger is decorated with various intricate and magnificent colorful beads, which looks very beautiful, but its lethality is also amazing enough.
I saw Mo Qiu gently inserting the dagger, pierced through the Buddha's pearl magic weapon, and inserted it into it fiercely.
The four of them fell down a distance, and in the end, Mo Qiu held a dagger in one hand and inserted it into the jade bead, and then stopped the trend of falling. Luo Jianqing, Yunxiang, and Buddha Zi were in order.
In this kind of ferocious and violent pressure, even Mo Qiu in the late Nascent Soul could not mobilize his spiritual power, and even his physical power was limited to the limit. If it was in the past, let alone three people, Mo Qiu would be able to pull it even with a hundred or a thousand people, but now his hand holding the dagger had blue veins and kept shaking, obviously he was holding on.
Seeing this, Luo Jianqing said anxiously, "Mo Qiu, you can't mobilize your spiritual power?"
Mo Qiu gritted his teeth and said, "There's definitely at least a late-stage coercion pressure underneath. What kind of evil cultivator without long eyes dares to make trouble in Cenzhou, the site of the Guiyuan Sect!"
At this time, even talking is a waste of energy.
The four of them didn't speak anymore, Mo Qiu clenched the dagger hard, but he didn't have any extra hands to climb up. Looking in other directions, it was the same for Luo Jianqing and Yunxiang, both of their hands were occupied, and they couldn't make room at all.
In this way, the four of them held on for a quarter of an hour, but the brutal pressure still did not dissipate.
Mo Qiu's arm has gradually seeped blood beads, and red blood beads seeped out from every pore of his, looking extremely miserable. This kind of coercion not only suppressed their cultivation, but also attacked them indiscriminately.
At this moment, Mo Qiu and Yun Xiang were the ones who suffered the most. The former is to drag four people, and the latter is the worst.
But the most painful person in the heart is none other than the Buddha's son.
He was pulled by Yunxiang with one hand, but he looked at the four people above helplessly.
Mo Qiu's arm was covered in blood, and Yun Xiang's mouth also oozes blood. But now, no one dares to let go, because they all know that there is an almighty who suddenly went mad for some reason. If they go down now, who knows what the ending will be. Even if they go down, they must take the initiative to go down, and they must not just fall down like this.
Whether he will fall to his death under this terrifying pressure is one thing, and the possibility of being discovered by that almighty is also extremely high.
Seeing that the situation has been stalemate like this, the magic jewel jade beads also have a tendency to fall.
The Buddha looked at the three people who were pulling him, his clear and clean eyes seemed to be filled with compassion, he sighed softly, and said with a smile: "Amitabha, if this goes on, fellow Daoist Yun will be afraid. I can't hold it anymore. The Buddha said, I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell. It's better to let the little monk go down first and explore the way for fellow Taoists."
Luo Jianqing was stunned when he heard the words, and he quickly looked down, just to see the scene when the Buddha let go.
Luo Jianqing's eyes widened, and before he could react, he saw a pair of tender hands grab the Buddha's son.
The Buddha froze all of a sudden, looked up and saw Yunxiang spit out a mouthful of blood, all of which was sprayed on the clean and clear face of the Buddha. Yunxiang's body kept trembling, she dragged the Buddha's son firmly, and said hoarsely: "Auntie hasn't killed you to vent her anger, how can you...you can die!"
There was a blood mist on Buddha's face, and he stared at the black-clothed girl who refused to let go. After a long time, he somehow laughed and said softly: "Donor, you are stunned again. The so-called nine-death life, the little monk just fell, how can it be considered dead?"
Yunxiang scolded: "Shut up auntie!"
The Buddha reluctantly recited: "Amitabha, little monk shut up."
Seeing this scene, Luo Jianqing finally breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, his current state is not much better, Mo Qiu has to drag three people, and he has to drag two people, and his cultivation level is lower than Mo Qiu.
But Luo Jianqing looked up and saw that Mo Qiu's red robe had already been wet with blood, and was sticking to his body wetly.
The releaser of this coercion might just be a cultivator in the integration stage, but his coercion brought endless murderous aura. This kind of coercion is not like the kind of coercion that Xuan Lingzi reprimanded Luo Jianqing and Hao Xingzi to test Mo Qiu in the past. Their coercion is just a kind of assessment by the elders to the younger generation, not like it is now all killing moves.
Seeing Mo Qiu like this, Luo Jianqing only felt his throat choked, but he couldn't help him.
After a while, Mo Qiu shouted angrily and cursed at the bottom: "I will kill you sooner or later!"
Then, Mo Qiu's body glowed with red light, and terrifying black demonic energy circled around his body. This magic energy seems to be a little different from what Luo Jianqing has seen before. It is not pure black magic energy, but mixed with some blood red things. When this demonic energy appeared, there was no more coercion in the demonic energy, Mo Qiu stepped on his feet, and he got on the jade beads.
Mo Qiu's wrist forced Luo Jianqing up, followed by Yunxiang and Buddha.
As soon as Yunxiang got on the jade beads, she immediately fainted, and Luo Jianqing immediately took out the medicinal pill and gave it to her.
The situation of the Buddha is not much better. He is the closest person to the center of the coercion, and he is also pale at the moment.
After Luo Jianqing took good care of Yunxiang, when he turned around, he saw Mo Qiu spit out a mouthful of hot blood, and the whole person fell back. Luo Jianqing rushed over to help him up, and at this moment, the terrifying coercion finally disappeared, and the black-red demonic energy that wrapped the jade beads also dissipated.
Mo Qiu collapsed in Luo Jianqing's arms, his eyes were tightly closed, and blood was dripping from his lips.
Luo Jianqing immediately used his spiritual power to penetrate into Mo Qiu's body, and the next moment, his eyes widened: "How is this possible!"
In just a blink of an eye, Mo Qiu went out of his body and fell back to the late Nascent Soul.
Luo Jianqing has never heard of anyone whose cultivation can be regressed so quickly. Mo Qiu didn't seem to be seriously injured, but he directly retreated. Somehow, Luo Jianqing's eyes flashed the bloody black magic energy just now, a flash of light flashed in his mind, but it disappeared completely when he wanted to capture it again.
This time, without coercion, the four adjusted on the jade beads.
After a long time, Mo Qiu also woke up. Apart from his backward cultivation, he had no other abnormality.
But this time, he and the Buddha looked at each other. Mo Qiu's face was gloomy, and even the Buddha didn't smile anymore.
The Buddha said, "This evil karma... is too heavy."
Mo Qiu said calmly, "At least 100,000 people were killed."
The Buddha manipulated the jade beads and gradually flew to the ground. When he came to the ground, Luo Jianqing saw a bright red river. This river flows from the front of the mountain road, it's just a river, nothing else, it's a... blood river.
The stench of blood made Luo Jianqing's face darken.
The further you go, the more you can see some broken corpses and broken pieces of meat. Luo Jianqing's face gradually lost its expression, Yunxiang was pale, and although the Buddha didn't seem to have changed, he squeezed his Buddha beads tightly, and his eyes showed anger.
Only Mo Qiu, who just watched quietly, without sadness or joy.
When the four of them walked to a village and saw the corpse piled up in the hills, Yunxiang finally couldn't help vomiting it out, she vomited while wiping away her tears, and said, "There are really such cruelty in this world. Magic repair?"
Mo Qiu said coldly, "As a demon cultivator, why do you say that?"
Yunxiang said, "But I have never killed anyone!"
As soon as these words landed, Luo Jianqing and the Buddha froze, only to hear Yunxiang continue: "My master said that as long as a demon cultivator kills people, it is difficult to turn back. So I was ordered by him not to kill people since I was a child, and more You can’t take away the spiritual power in people’s cultivation body. Otherwise, why have I been cultivating for thirty-nine years, and I’m still so far away from Nascent Soul?”
Hearing the words, the Buddha said in a cold voice, "But the Demon Lord killed 3.61 million people in his lifetime."
Yunxiang suddenly glared at the Buddha and said fiercely, "You are not allowed to speak of my master!"
At this moment, the Buddha is not as gentle and genial as just now. The terrifying mountain of corpses was reflected in his eyes, and he said calmly: "The little monk didn't lie, why should the donor deny it. The devil is stepping on the corpses of others. Climbing up his status as a Demon Lord step by step, isn't the reason why my Guiyuan Sect moved to Cenzhou more than a thousand years ago to stop that inhuman Demon Lord?"
Yunxiang directly attacked with a paw: "You can't say my master!"
This claw, the Buddha did not hide, Yunxiang quickly retracted his hand, but also dug down a piece of bloody flesh on the Buddha's chest.
The Buddha still had a cold face, his hand holding the Buddha bead was already clenched tightly, and the other hand pointed to the corpse mountain, scolding: "This is most of the magic cultivators in the world! This is just a village, you can You know, this area is a hundred miles away, and there is no one inhabited! You can't see it, but I can see it! This bloody crime has already reached the sky, and even the sky can't bear to see it! Yunxiang, you don't kill people because you have a good master, but This does not mean that other demon cultivators are like this. The most sinister one is the Demon Venerable Mo Qianqiu, the leader of the cultivators!"
Yunxiang's eyes were red, but she didn't attack the Buddha's son again, she just kept saying: "I don't know, the magic cultivator will kill people like this. But... But I don't allow you to say that to my master."
The Buddha said, "Amitabha, benefactor, you are stunned again."
Yunxiang suddenly raised her head and said seriously: "Then you know, how much did my master do to make up for the sins he committed in the past? Do you know why the demon clan has not invaded the thirty-six states for a hundred years? You know my magic way. The palace stands on the border of the two ethnic groups, what do you pay every year? You know that my master reached the late Mahayana more than a thousand years ago, but he has not had much time, but he still…”
"Enough!" Mo Qiu interrupted Yun Xiang in a cold voice, causing the black-clothed girl to look at him in disbelief.
Mo Qiu stepped forward, looked at the Buddha, and said, "Yes, the Demon Lord is indeed a beast. But Buddha and Chen, at this moment, you shouldn't argue with this stubborn Yunxiang who is right and who is wrong, because everyone knows, You're right and she's always wrong. You hate the Demon, then you kill him. But if it doesn't work, stop arguing about this nonsense now. Don't you want to kill this Slaughter Hundred Thousand Human magic?"
Listening to the argument between Yunxiang and the Buddha just now, for some reason, Luo Jianqing felt a little bored in his heart.
He remembered what Mo Qiu had said to him a long time ago, when they were still in the Valley of Flowing Flames. Mo Qiu told him that among the demon cultivators in the world, no more than ten people would never kill people, and only one percent would kill those who deserved to be killed.
However, the Tao of Heaven also said that strength is respected, and the weak eat the strong.
This is a rule set by Heaven, so everyone follows it.
If Mozun can kill, others can kill him, but if others can't kill him, then he will continue to kill.
Is there really nothing that can stop the Demon Venerable
Have.
Luo Jianqing knew what Yun Xiang didn't say just now. According to rumors, Demon Venerable had reached the late Mahayana stage more than a thousand years ago, but so far he is only in the late stage of Mahayana. The way of heaven has limited his growth. Although he has not killed innocent people indiscriminately for thousands of years, he still wants him to repay his debts.
Now that I figured it out, maybe it's really time for the Demon Venerable to die.
The Mahayana period is three thousand years old, so maybe... he really doesn't have much time.
The Demon Venerable wanted to become a superior man with the roots of a first-grade low-grade, so he fell into a demon, and he killed millions of innocent people. This is his reason. His result is that he cannot break through the Mahayana period in this life, and he will guard the border between the two tribes for the human race in this life.
Moreover, Luo Jianqing once heard Xuan Lingzi say: "If a demon cultivator kills one person, he will have to repay one lifetime. Unless he can ascend to immortality, when he is reincarnated, as many people as he kills, he will enter the beast way of many lives. As for Those who have been killed by him will beg from him one by one in each subsequent life."
At that time, Luo Jianqing once asked how to ask for it.
Xuan Lingzi pointed to a mountain village ten miles away from Taihua Mountain, where a farmer happened to be plowing the fields. Xuan Lingzi said: "If the demon cultivator is reincarnated as this cow, then the person killed by him will be reincarnated as this farmer. For the rest of his life, he will be whipped by the farmer, and he will be ploughing the fields for him without rest until he is old. If you can’t till the land, you have to be killed and sold by this farmer. Gradually, this is the reincarnation of heaven.”
Suddenly, Luo Jianqing suddenly became cheerful.
A force of nothingness dispersed from his dantian, ferociously devouring the surrounding spiritual power.
Originally, the three of Mo Qiu were discussing how to find the magic cultivator who killed innocent people. When they saw that Luo Jianqing was about to break through suddenly, Mo Qiu immediately flicked his sleeves and set up an enchantment for Luo Jianqing, and the Buddha set another one. Sit down together cross-legged and protect Luo Jianqing.
These Luo Jianqings do not know.
The power of nothingness passed through the mountains and the sea, through the rivers of Cenzhou, and saw the corpse mountain and the sea of fire in the radius of the Buddha's mouth, and also saw the lines of cause and effect interspersed in the heavenly way of fate!
Boom!
Loud voices rang out in Luo Jianqing's mind.
"What is the cause, what is the effect?"
"When karma meets, the retribution is also self-rewarding!"
"If the way of heaven is wrong, if the way of heaven is not fair, then how is the law, how is the cause and effect!"
"The fourth win in "Nine Conqueror's Heaven Records", the cause and effect of seizing the law!"
Luo Jianqing was immersed in the realm of cause and effect in the world, unable to extricate himself. This was the first time he had seen the line of cause and effect so clearly. He saw that everyone in Cenzhou had countless lines of cause and effect.
Today, if you give someone a bowl of porridge, he will owe you a fruit, and in the future, he will give you a steamed bun when you were adrift and impoverished.
Today when someone asks you for help but you turn a blind eye, you owe him a fruit, and when you are sent to the Dharma field in the future, he personally threw the beheading order.
The young girl looked back and smiled, and the top-notch talent formed a good relationship.
A play in youth, accompanied by old age.
Luo Jianqing felt these wonderful and fantastic causal reincarnations to the fullest, until he suddenly saw the sea of corpses and blood all over the ground, and he suddenly had a buzz in his mind. When he wanted to recover his spiritual knowledge, he suddenly saw a short and thin old man in a black robe.
Luo gradually opened his eyes: "I saw it!"
Mo Qiu stood up immediately and asked, "What did you see?"
Luo Jianqing's eyes darkened, and he said in a cold tone, "I saw that the magic cultivator who killed 100,000 people."