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Chapter 1243 Buddha's Years

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    The cloudy eyes of the ancestor of Asura narrowed slightly, looked at Meng Qi and said:

    "The feeling of Huangquan"

    Before he could finish speaking, he raised his right hand and pulled out a dark red and almost black blade light. Immediately, the whole Buddhist hall resounded with horrific howls, which disturbed people's minds and made people hideous.  , surged with the sword light.

    With one blow, the creatures that the ancestor of Ashura had killed seemed to reappear one by one!

    The creation of the world, the birth of Jiuyou, and the ancestor of Asura. Since then, He has been fighting and killing continuously. Until now, the number of dead souls under his hands can be imagined. The condensed horror and cruelty can make the gods  Lost fighting spirit, let him slaughter.

    Facing the sudden flash of the sword and hearing screams, the smile on Meng Qi's face remained unchanged. He bent his fingers and flicked lightly.

    Immediately, a blood-brown turbid sword qi shot out, like a miniature of the underworld, filled with countless eternally perishing resentful spirits, all uttering mournful ghost cries, which were no better than the howling of a sword glow  Nothing.

    Wow!

    The billowing yellow spring facing the limestone temple is surging with turbulent waves, and the perishing ghosts that have accumulated since its birth roared and hissed, and the sound shook both sides of the bank.

    ?The sword energy resisted the blade light, and the blood brown washed away, washed away the memory of the dead soul, drowned the broken arms and stumps, and the ghost cries and screams were neutralized, and the Buddhist hall was peaceful.

    Silently, the blood-brown turbid sword aura and the dark red and almost black sword light offset each other, and there was no trace at all, only a little ripple dangling in the void.

    But at the moment when the two collided, in the Asura tribe at the other end of the wasteland, Bran's ears hurt suddenly, his head seemed to be stirred by a blunt knife, and went straight to his soul. The pain caused her to lose control completely, and her legs  She became weak, fell to the ground, covered her head and rolled over, and all the asuras around her were in such pain, the evil dragon flying over the wasteland fell straight down, knocked out of the tiankeng, one by one in strange shapes  The demon birds fell like rain.

    The ancestor of Asura and Meng Qi didn't make a follow-up attack, they faced each other quietly, bathed in the blue light, the previous collision seemed to be just a dream.

    "Being able to develop the power of the underworld to this level, except for those old guys who may cut off their clones and try to control the underworld, I am afraid that only the outstanding person in the real world who created the original way of magic."  , with a voice like a blunt knife scraping bone, said in a low voice, "You seem to be the real body of Huang Quan he cut out."

    Speaking of this, he laughed at himself: "I have sealed myself for too long, and I have been in silence for many years. I really don't know much about the current situation in the real world. Maybe there are other rising stars who have proved the 'real body of the underworld' and pushed it to this level.  level."

    Meng Qi took a step forward with his hands behind his back, the dim lights reflected Mottled, and smiled slightly:

    "Fellow Daoists are truly astute."

    He seems to be acquiescing that he is the "real body of Huangquan" cut out by the demon king.

    The ancestor of Asura took a deep look at him, and the exaggerated wrinkles on his face trembled a few times: "Fellow Daoist deliberately passed the news of Huang Quan's reincarnation to me. What is the intention?"

    "Huang Quan's reincarnation disappeared nearby, and it is likely to involve the secret of the stone temple built by the Buddha. I can't find a clue for a while." Meng Qi confessed in a very leisurely tone that he was powerless, "And Taoist friends were born in Jiuyou.  At the beginning of the opening, after going through almost all the time in the era of Jiuyou, most of them have witnessed the Buddha building this temple, and even met with each other. It is the most suitable person to ask for advice, so I will disclose this news through the mouths of two young friends.  As for you, if you are not interested, the old man can only find another way, as the saying goes, those who wish to take the bait."

    The ancestor of Asura let out a hey: "When the Buddha built this stone temple, he transformed many powerful people from my Asura clan, and evolved into a clan of Buddhist Dharma protectors."

    With just a few words, He actually drew a thrilling picture. It is conceivable that He and the Asura clan could not allow Buddha to transform, and there were countless battles and conflicts during the process.

    For such a big man, the half-god, half-demon, He didn't call him "Old Bald Donkey".

    Sure enough, it is a "living fossil", a witness of history Meng Qi nodded slightly and said, "What is the purpose of the Buddha building this limestone temple? Is it really suppressing some existence?"

    The ancestor of Asura shook his head, his eyes became more and more cloudy, as if he had fallen into a long memory:

    "At that time, it seemed that the Buddha had not reached the other shore, and it seemed that he had been there for a long time. The specific state of the great figures of their realm and level is beyond our knowledge.  From the sea of ??darkness to the sky of other transformations, from the black prison to the magic pool, from the underworld to the field of Shura, we measured step by step.  To do too much, seems to be for the sake of?It was a penance.  "

    "During this process, He stayed eighteen times, and every time he stayed, he built a similar limestone temple. Nine of them were located in the depths of each layer of Jiuyou, and the other nine were along the banks of the Yellow Spring River. None of them suppressed any existence.  .¡±

    "For so many years, I have been thinking about what He built the blue-gray stone temples for. I have a vague feeling that He seems to be exploring the mysteries of Jiuyou in order to perfect himself. These eighteen blue-gray stone temples are where He measured Jiuyou.  tool."

    Explore the mysteries of the Nine Serenities and perfect yourself?  Meng Qi's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he vaguely felt that he was about to touch the secret of the other side.

    "It's a pity that I really can't figure out why. Maybe I can really understand it when I reach the state where the heavens killed them." The ancestor of Asura sighed.

    Meng Qi took two steps forward, and said slowly: "So, there is no strong person sealed in the Qinghuishi Temple? In other words, no one witnessed the disappearance of Huang Quan's reincarnation"

    The clue of the matter seems to be broken at this point.

    Speaking of this, Meng Qi suddenly had a flash of inspiration, turned his head to look at the ancestor of Asura, and said with a smile: "If there is no clue here, fellow Taoists will not come here at all. There must be a reason for coming here late at night."

    The ancestor of Ashura chuckled lightly, and said with sarcasm: "Buddha is 'compassionate', sympathetic to all living beings in the Nine Netherworld, and he has his own arrangements when he builds it. As long as he has good intentions and is willing to put down the butcher knife, he can step into the pure land when he enters the stone temple.  relief."

    "Light up the green lamp, wake up the wooden fish, and sincerely recite scriptures or Buddha's name in front of the faceless Buddha, and you will be able to see the pure land."

    Meng Qi was a little stunned: "There is another pure land hidden in the Qinghuishi temple. Fellow Taoists suspect that Huang Quan's reincarnation has entered it?"

    The ancestor of Asura nodded, then sighed: "I have lived for too long, so long that I thought I could live forever, but the facts tell me that this is just an illusion. For this reason, I am looking for the origin of life and death, and I want to understand death.  However, the 'door' has never been seen, and the only gain is to escape along the 'Yellow Spring' to the upper reaches of it, and it took thousands of years to return to the place where it started."

    In other words, Huang Quan circled in a circle?  A self-contained cycle with no source and no end?  In this way, where is its origin, where is the origin of life and death?  Meng Qi was slightly moved when he heard this, and suddenly smiled and said, "Daoist friend is a half-god, half-demon, bloodthirsty by nature, loves to fight, has the unique selfishness and cruelty of demons and evil gods, why can you overcome your nature and tell this secret to this old man?"

    To be honest, Meng Qi would not have believed it if he hadn't told him that there was no problem with the Yuanxin seal secretly cast by Huang Quan's bones.

    The muddy eyes of the ancestor of Asura flickered in an instant, and said lightly:

    "It's not that I defeated my nature, but my nature of fear of death and survival overcame other desires."

    Relying on myself alone, there has been no progress after so many years, and I must rely on external forces, and the mystery of the origin of life and death is definitely not something that must be exclusive.

    "Then let's go to the Pure Land and observe." Meng Qi stopped talking, and pointed to the faceless Buddha.

    The ancestor of Asura laughed: "Let me and my fellow Taoists put down the butcher's knife and have good intentions in our hearts. I'm afraid it's no less than breaking the secret of life and death, and we have to find another suitable creature."

    Meng Qi smiled, didn't say much, walked to the incense table in a leisurely manner, picked up the stone hammer, and knocked the wooden fish awake.

    In an instant, his demeanor changed suddenly. He changed from an old man who was evil, perverted and erratic, into an eminent monk with a clear mind of Zen and compassion. His temples were grizzled and white with a bit of the "originality" that he had experienced in the mundane world and finally realized it.  in this way".

    The Buddha's chant sounded, and the Zen sound echoed. The ancestor of Asura looked at Meng Qi's old back in a brocade robe, and his heart was rippling.

    If the death and evil of the "real body of Huangquan" hadn't been vividly seen just now, I'm afraid he would have thought that the other party was a real ascetic monk who didn't know the age of Qingdeng Ancient Buddha.

    For the first time, he had the feeling that he couldn't see through the other party.

    Unknowingly, the meditation hall became quieter and quieter, and the face of the Faceless Buddha gradually distorted, turning into Meng Qi's current old man.

    I see the Tathagata, and the Tathagata is me!

    As soon as the Buddha's face appeared, clear glazed light poured out from the green lamp, and a golden gate full of swastikas was transformed in front of Meng Qi and the ancestor of Asura.

    Being a monk is my old professionMeng Qi laughed at himself secretly, and looked back at the door at the same time as the ancestor of Asura, and then stepped into the "Pure Land Gate".

    When the figures of the two disappeared, Taoist Xuesha suddenly appeared outside the stone temple, with joy and doubt in his eyes.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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