The sea of ​​suffering in the heavens is billions

Chapter 249 247 [The Three Giants of the Hall of Reincarnation]

Zhenwu Sect, Xuantian Sect, Xijiange Sect, Huanhua Sword Sect, Qingchen Sect and Dajiang Gang were invited by Shaolin Temple to send their masters and young disciples to discuss martial arts together.

In fact, this conference is an opportunity for the talented young disciples of each faction to compete in martial arts and broaden their knowledge.

However, due to the intervention of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the disciples of various schools fell into the space of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

But the fate of the time knife interfered with time and space, causing Qingjing to reveal his secret death and retain his true spirit, which slightly changed the future destiny and made the originally confusing and confusing final disaster even more weird.

What does the Time Knife, or the remaining will of the Emperor of Heaven want? !
Up to the Devil Buddha on the other shore, down to Dharmakaya Han Guang, his heart is full of infinite doubts.

Decades ago, a peerless genius emerged from Mietian Sect in the Nine Paths of Evil Demons. He condensed a demon body in less than fifty years, almost comparable to the Emperor of Evil Demons in the age of mythology.His surname is Han, his name is Guang, and he calls himself "Magician".

Then Han Guang fought a decisive battle with Shaolin abbot Kongwen, and with the help of the power of the six realms of reincarnation, he teamed up with another dharma body to imprison Kongwen and pretend to be him.

No one doubted that Kongwen was impersonated, because Han Guang had just condensed into a demon body for less than a year at that time, and Kongwen was a seasoned master of magic, ranking third in the heaven list.

But now, Han Guang's heart sank to the bottom of the valley after being pointed out by Taoist Shoujing holding the Time Knife. If he was outside, he would not be afraid at all.

Shoujing is only a half-step dharma body, even if he holds the magic weapon time knife, he can only compete with him one or two times.

However, this is the Shaolin Temple, and there are countless eminent monks relics to suppress it. The suppression of the divine soldier Ananda Dao cannot be underestimated. .

Moreover, Su Wuming is also a difficult opponent. If the other eminent monks hold the Ananda Knife, their strength will rise to a higher level. is real trouble.

Suddenly, the magician Han Guang realized that the big net he had woven in Shaolin Temple could not only catch others, but also restrain himself.

And the root of everything comes from the Time Knife.

"Heavenly Emperor... God's will is really unpredictable..."

Kong Wen, with white eyebrows like snow and a long face, held a nine-ringed tin stick, bowed his head, and uttered a Buddha's name to cover up the turbulent emotions in his heart and avoid being noticed.

For some unknown reason, Taoist Shoujing didn't make much movement after taking a look at Fake Kongwen, it was just a normal discussion.

Involve the topic from the Six Paths to the two organizations of the Six Paths, mythology and fairy tales.

"Using the name of a fairy god, without revealing your real name? How can there be so many unknown masters in this world! Maybe it is an organization secretly formed by some ambitious people from various sects!"

"I suggest that all sects join forces to thoroughly investigate this matter!"

Taoist Shouzhuo snorted, as if he had guessed part of the truth.

The master of the myth, false rumors, the magician Han Guang said without changing his face: "The words are reasonable, if there is any harvest in the future, Shaolin is willing to share it with all the sects."

Looking at the lord of the mythology, the magician Han Guang, Taoist Shoujing held the Time Knife and said meaningfully: "Xuantianzong is the same, if any trace of the person in the mythology is found, he must be cut into thousands of pieces to avenge our disciples! "

"Good, good!"

Fake Kongwen clasped his hands together, showing compassion on his face.

In the end, several sects reached a joint thorough investigation of fairy tales and myths. The agreement between the two organizations came to an end, and Taoist Shoujing left with Qingjing's corpse.

After a turmoil, Meng Qi, a handyman monk, realized the class jump because he got acquainted with the disciples of Tianjiao from various families. He was promoted from the handyman's courtyard to the monk's college, and he was accompanied by his junior brother Zhenhui.

Xuan Ku, who was in charge of the promotion, took a deep look at Meng Qi, and said indifferently: "After entering the Wu Monk Academy, all tricks are useless. Only when you understand the principles of Zen, calm your mind, calm your mind, don't rush, and practice hard, can you achieve success." Zhengdao, in this regard, Zhenhui is better than you."

"Isn't it okay to make assumptions about things without hearing or seeing them? Uncle Xuanku, if you are obsessed with it, you will fall into a boundless hell." Meng Qi has never been the type to allow others to wrong him. If there is nothing else to worry about, justify it. Will fight.

At the end, Meng Qi put his palms together solemnly, "Namo Amitabha."

Xuan Ku was originally an upright person, but after being polluted by the magician Han Guang for many years, he went to the extreme. Qi, to realize the world he understands.

He decided that Meng Qi was just a rhetoric, trying his best to please the guests from the various sects.

"If you don't have a mind of Zen and try to use your tongue, you will be expelled from Shaolin in the future." Xuan Ku scolded and left coldly.

Meng Qi chuckled, the sharpness of the tongue is also a skill!

At this time, Zhenhui held the broom tightly with both hands, and looked at Meng Qi suspiciously: "Brother, are we going to the Monk Academy?"

"Of course, you just realized it?" Meng Qi looked at Zhenhui in astonishment. He had been talking to Xuan Chi and Xuan Ku for a long time. Isn't this reaction speed too appalling?
Zhenhui showed an innocent and childish smile, "It's one step closer to 'Tathagata Palm'."

Pfft, Meng Qi spit out his saliva, and had to admit that he couldn't keep up with a fool's thinking.

Touching Zhenhui's head, Meng Qi let out a long sigh: "The Tathagata Palm, how can it be so easy to learn."

Zhenhui was puzzled, looked into the distance, and said thoughtfully: "Isn't it hard to learn?"

"The Jade Book of the Emperor of Heaven, how can it be so easy to learn!"

Xuantianzong, Yuhuangding, under the majestic statue of the emperor of heaven, it seems that all the heavens and myriad worlds are in the eyes.

Taoist Shoujing's face was simple, and he said calmly: "One catastrophe and one disaster are all tempering. If you don't go through ten thousand catastrophes, you won't become a god."

"Living in this world is a life of calamity."

In front of him was the body of the little Taoist priest Qingyuan, seemingly lifeless.

This is the calamity of life and death.

The priest guarding the robbery showed compassion, and sighed, "Qingjing did not go through this robbery."

"Senior brother, people have become immortals, it's too late to say anything." Taoist Shouzhuo gritted his teeth and said, "We can only avenge our disciples."

Taoist Shoujing said leisurely: "Qingyuan's catastrophe, he has to understand."

what? !

What's the meaning!
The two Taoists, Shou Zhuo and Shou Jie, were shocked. How can a person be resurrected after death? What does it mean to be the head of the sect? !

I saw Taoist Shoujing stepping out, like a heavenly emperor stepping on the time, his quiet and soft temperament suddenly became lofty and lofty, and he held the long knife that seemed to be condensed over time.The ancient and clumsy long knife suddenly became shimmering and mysterious.

With this knife down, time and space will be cut off!
With this knife down, the years will turn back!

This knife goes down, and the dead comes back to life!
With the real spirit in hand, the small-scale manipulation of the time changes, the bloody corpse gradually healed, to be precise, it was reversed, towards a certain time, towards the time when Qingjing was still alive.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound sounded, as if the head had been reattached, Qing Jing raised his head in a daze, and saw the tall and majestic statue of the Emperor of Heaven, quietly watching the flow of time in the world of mortals, indifferently overlooking the flow of the long river and the changes of time.

In the ears, the melodious voice of the head guard Taoist:

"Everything of yesterday died yesterday, and everything of today is born today."

"From now on, you will be Taoist Qingyuan!"

Qingyuan!

True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao!

Qingyuan Miaodao Fu Blessing Taiyi Zhenjun Huimin Rensheng Great Emperor!

Qingyuan Miaodao protects the country Chongning Zhenjun Chuanshu Great Emperor Weiling manifests Tianzun!

He is the head of the three generations of disciples of Yuxu Palace, and he is the creator who most hopes to prove the other side.

Erlang God, or Zhenhui.

…………

Time passed and time passed, Meng Qi became a member of the Wu Monk Academy, and his benefits were significantly improved. In the past, a group of people lived together in the Handyman Academy.

The meditation room of the Wu Monk Academy is for two people, and Meng Qi naturally shares with his best-connected younger brother Zhenhui.

In this way, secrets can be kept without fear of being spied on by outsiders.

The days in the monk's monastery were extremely boring. After several days of carrying water, reading and practicing, he found that the imprint of reincarnation did not bring much change to him. One day Meng Qi made up his mind and found a reason to go back to the meditation room to practice "Shaolin Heart" Law".

In fact, meditate on the futon and touch the samsara imprint in the palm of your hand.

It's a blessing, not a disaster, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, people come to him, it's not in his character to be a coward all the time.

Mang King Kong, has always been Mang King Kong!
Just like the master of the six realms of reincarnation pulling people, the seal of reincarnation reflected a faint brilliance, dragging Meng Qi into the six realms of reincarnation.

The vast reincarnation of the six realms is like a world revolving in six directions. The green terrace as high as a mountain and as big as a star is empty in front of it, and a sense of silence and emptiness fills the whole space.

The six-color glazed brilliance shone, making Meng Qi's mouth grow big and wide.

If the reincarnation space of the Six Paths is ethereal and mysterious, then this reincarnation space is boundless and simple, supreme and vast!
"Hey, is there anyone?!"

"anyone there?!"

Meng Qi pretended to be brave and shouted loudly, they are here anyway.

A teasing voice sounded in the void: "Tsk tsk, this is the new member? It looks so weak."

"Well, it's a bit weak. You should drink animal milk to replenish your body." Another immature voice sounded
Meng Qi's face turned dark immediately, how powerful can I be as a Shaolin monk who just started.

Also, why is there still animal milk in this samsara space? Does the lord of samsara here even accept unweaned children? !
"Su Meng, Meng Qi, come forward!"

A majestic and sacred voice sounded, the infinite fog dispersed, and the sacred golden bridge came across the Styx River in Huangquan, which seemed to be hundreds of millions of miles away.

Wangchuan River on Huangquan Road, the Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River, nothing to do with this life, nothing to do with the afterlife.

"How do you get on this bridge?!"

Meng Qi frowned
The previous teasing voice in the void sounded again, pointing out: "Youth of the human race, this bridge is crossed by the heart and walked by the soul."

"Heart?" Meng Qi had a strange look on his face. Mang Jinjin only knows how to think, but not the heart.

Meng Qi looked at the golden bridge and the turbid river, hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and walked up, it's been a long time coming, it's a pity not to leave.

The moment Meng Qi stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, the Yellow Spring exploded, the Styx River rolled, and all the dark water stood up.

It seems that there are hundreds of millions of heavenly soldiers and generals, thousands of bodhisattvas and arhats, and countless monster sages come to claim their lives, and the vast and mighty ghosts are about to fill the river of hell.

Demon Buddha Ananda is a ruthless character. The unification of the ancient demon race, the collapse of the ancient heaven, the demon lord's defeat of the heavens, the battle of the gods, the journey to the west, the death of ten thousand Buddhas, the chaos of the land by demons, the end of the middle ages, all of them have his shadow.

It can be called a fighter among the villains, and has been active behind the scenes in the heavens and worlds.

As the other and me of the Demon Buddha, Meng Qi naturally also bears certain karma.

Now manifested in the state of mind, although it is not a real ghost, it is also majestic and magnificent.

Void was silent for a moment, remembering the pointing voice just now, and said helplessly: "I was mistaken, he is indeed a ruthless character."

"I didn't expect you to kill so many gods, gods, ghosts and ghosts."

Meng Qi was dumbfounded when he saw the hundreds of millions of ghosts threatening their lives, and quickly said, "I'm not, I'm not, I didn't do anything!"

He is just a weak, helpless little monk who can eat. Since crossing, he hasn't even killed a chicken. He eats three clean meats. Where did he get so many enemies.

"It's really troublesome." The majestic voice in the void sighed, and then shouted: "Those who recite my real name will get eternal life on the reincarnation road!"

Meng Qi inexplicably felt that this sentence sounded familiar, and saw a huge stone tablet rising slowly, suppressing the waves of blood, and seeing his real name in reincarnation
Four characters are engraved on the stele: Human Emperor and Heavenly Emperor
"Human Emperor and Heavenly Emperor!" Meng Qi shouted without thinking too much.

A ray of skylight falls and shines thousands of miles away, and the road of reincarnation suddenly becomes clear, leading those who are destined to reach the other shore.

At the end of the other shore, there is a Sansheng stone standing.

The Sansheng Stone is located on the bank of the Wangchuan River. A blue triangular stele is shining faintly. The three steles are arranged to intersect each other, drawing the world of hell and the world of mortals.

This life, the next life, and the next life, the six characters are engraved like a road.

No matter what race, what universe, what system, the moment you see it, you can interpret its meaning.

【Seeing the real me in reincarnation】

【There is no your name on the journey of three lives】

"Three generations of reincarnation?!"

Meng Qi was startled. Thinking of the hundreds of millions of evil spirits who had killed him just now, there were many angels, Bodhisattvas, demon gods, and demon gods. He couldn't help laughing at himself: "Could it be that I was a peerless monster in my previous life?"

Unable to hold back his curiosity, he looked over and a figure emerged.

He was wearing a dark golden cassock, his eyes were indifferent, and his temperament was pure, but there was a phantom that seemed to be there. Anger, or hatred, or cruelty, all show different negative emotions.

This is not the end. Immediately after the Bodhi light turns, the glass is clear and clean, and a pale golden Buddha emerges. The heavens and worlds are shaking, and the sound of grand and solemn chanting is endless.

The Buddha held the bodhi wonderful tree and swiped it lightly. The Demon Buddha was like a mosquito condensed in the amber. He kept his original posture, unable to fight back, and watched helplessly as he was sealed in the depths of the Lingshan Mountain!

This is the Dao Fruit, even if it is a half-step Dao Fruit, it has absolute power and can easily suppress the other side.

The little monk Meng Qi couldn't understand it, he just said in disbelief, "Could it be that I was a monkey grandson in my previous life?"

The people in the painting don't have monkey hair either!
The brilliance flows, the picture changes, and it does not end, but goes back.

(End of this chapter)