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"This is the main hall that holds the green lamp in front of the Buddha..."

Jiang Zhiwei identified the place.

This place is considered to be deep in Lingshan!
Although Zhao Heng had never been here, after learning about the mission, Jiang Zhiwei and Ruan Yushu told him about their experiences in Lingshan, so he was not unfamiliar with it.

Looking around, Zhao Heng suddenly sighed, "It turns out that Lingshan and Posuo Pure Land are really related."

This is also what Meng Qi thought.

Moreover, the reward for the side quest is the elixir of good fortune, which can assist in the integration of soul and flesh into a Dharma body. Although it does not play a decisive role, it can effectively reduce the risk of failure.

At this moment, Liudao really has ulterior motives to reward this kind of elixir...

As soon as the thought came to his mind, he could see everything in the hall. Without the green lamp in front of the Buddha, there was nothing special about this place.

The four of them no longer hesitated and stepped out of the palace carefully.

As soon as I walked out of the palace gate, I saw lightning and thunder in the depths. Green lotuses flashed and appeared, opened and closed, and the world was born and destroyed, nebulae and the Milky Way. A golden hoop as thick as a mountain that supported the sky and the earth stood proudly in the middle. A loud shout spread like thunder, shaking the world for eternity:
"I, Old Sun, will not cultivate for the next life in this life!"

Meng Qi's eyes flickered, and he suddenly closed his eyes and listened attentively.

In the background of the roar, waves of resentment surged into the sky, never ending, the voices rose one after another, and people gnashed their teeth:
"Ananda!"

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Outside the thirty-three heavens, there are magical herbs and exotic flowers everywhere, and immortal birds and auspicious beasts live leisurely and contentedly.

In an ordinary palace with a plaque reading "Tuo-Shi-Shi Palace", an old man in Taoist clothes sits in front of a Bagua stove with his eyes closed, as if he has not changed for thousands of years.

Suddenly, the golden-horned boy next to him stood up and looked down:
"It's Xi Niu Hezhou again!"

"Could it be..."

He turned around and saluted, then asked in doubt, "Master, don't you care?"

"Let him go." The old man in Taoist attire had white hair and a youthful face, and he did not open his eyes.

"Why, why..." the silver-horned boy asked blankly.

The old man in Taoist attire opened his eyes and sighed:
"The end of the world has come."

He pointed his finger, and the Bagua Furnace opened. A terrifying light shot straight into the sky, piercing through the void, through the crystal wall, and rushed into a dead universe.

Creaking and creaking, there was no trace of life anymore. The universe on the brink of destruction began to shake. The long river of illusion emerged, and little bits of ripples flew out, evolving the past.

First, an ark traveled between wormholes, looking for a planet where it could survive again. However, one star after another "went out", destroying the attached planets.

The entire universe was silent, and no one responded to the Ark's cries.

The energy that can be found is getting less and less, and the "aliens" inside the Ark are gradually dying. In the end, it is like a silver-gray metal coffin, carrying the "corpse" of a prosperous civilization, drifting forever in the endless darkness, unable to find a home.

Going back in time, there are different civilizations in the countless galaxies and star systems in the universe. Some can cross the Milky Way, some can only live on planets, some are blessed by gods and colonize many planets, and some are constantly migrating. Countless insects are destroying the vitality of one planet after another... Wars broke out again and again, leaving behind the most powerful civilization...

Going further back, there are fewer and fewer civilized planets, and they are becoming more and more primitive. People carry wooden sticks, polish stones, and wear animal skins, while the stars are full of vitality. Some planets are still taking shape, invisible matter is condensing, and gods are being nurtured.

The waves flickered, returning to the beginning, an endless energy storm and expansion, and an extremely chaotic situation.

In the light, the universe became smaller and smaller, along with its past and destined future, all gathered together in the form of “past, present and future” and thrown into the Bagua furnace silently and without a sound.

The lid closed, the light disappeared, and the furnace suddenly shook and clanged.

A scroll flew out from the knees of the old man in Taoist attire, depicting the diagram of Tai Chi. It built a golden bridge to the other side and tightly wrapped the alchemy furnace!
The boy with golden horns and the boy with silver horns both lowered their heads, not daring to face it. It was totally unimaginable what this furnace of pills would produce. The aura alone was enough to terrify them. However, they both knew one thing for sure:
The one in the alchemy furnace once had an extremely great reputation!

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Outside a special cave in Lingshan, Hu Jiu was looking inside with a calm expression.

After entering Lingshan, Hu Jiu came under the golden cudgel and wanted to enter the cave opened up for the Demon Saint. It was very necessary both to improve his own strength and to plan for the future.

However, facing a space opened up by a great being at the peak of the Creation Realm, and also by a strong man who hopes to reach the other side, it is naturally extremely difficult to enter.

Fortunately, Hu Jiu made rapid progress in his comprehension here, and because of the existence of the golden cudgel, Ananda's power could not affect this place for the time being. At the same time as Shang Yi's original body broke through to the celestial immortal level, Hu Jiu's clone also successfully reached the celestial immortal level.

Suddenly, Hu Jiu looked in the direction of Lingshan, where several familiar figures appeared.

"Ananda!"

Countless voices of resentment rose one after another, setting off the roar of the Monkey King and making the dark and terrifying Lingshan even more bizarre.

Meng Qi opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhiwei and the others. He saw the same doubt in their eyes:

What role did Ananda play in the battle at Lingshan in the past that left behind so much resentment and hatred?
Meng Qi had a guess about this. Could it be that the demon army was able to escape the Demon Saint because of Ananda, and from then on, their love and hatred could not be severed. One pursued him to the ends of the earth and would never let him go in this life or the next, leaving behind the mark of killing those who were unfaithful and ungrateful; while the other entered the cycle of reincarnation, his obsession was hard to let go, the mark gradually weakened, and he eventually fell into the path of evil?
"The Demon Saint dared to attack Lingshan and enter the Pure Land of Posa. He must have made a breakthrough, crossed the Sea of ​​Bitterness, reached the other shore, and become a real big shot. Ananda had not yet practiced the Tathagata Palm and become a demon. He was just a legendary Arhat. What virtue did he have that allowed the Demon Saint to leave Lingshan alone?" Jiang Zhiwei raised her own question.

Zhao Heng pondered for a moment and said, "When the Buddha passed away, he must have achieved the Tao and transcended. Perhaps he left behind some tricks that Ananda used to trick the Demon Saint. But the Demon Saint shouldn't ignore this aspect. The possibility of falling into the trap is extremely low..."

He then sighed: "In the battle of Lingshan, only a few people survived. It is really difficult to figure out what happened and what the two sides had planned. We need to explore it slowly."

Meng Qi's heart suddenly moved, and he exchanged a glance with Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu and others, and thought of a possibility. Was Ananda using his relationship with the Demon Saint Feng Xi to make her fall into a trap and thus turn against him?
This is closer to subsequent development!
Although Meng Qi had not clearly described the matter of Ananda and the demon saint to Jiang Zhiwei and Ruan Yushu, after experiencing so many things, especially knowing the existence of "Loyalty, Kindness, Do Not Enter This Door", and being told by Master Yunhe that the demon saint was hunting Ananda, it was not difficult to guess a thing or two. At this time, Ruan Yushu frowned and then relaxed his brows, and made another guess: "Ananda and Kasyapa are the two most outstanding disciples of the Buddha, and are the main successors to the Pure Land of Vassa. Their strength may not be simply measured by the level of great arhats."

A great arhat is equivalent to a great bodhisattva, and those who are close to the Buddha are in the legendary realm. Before, Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei had always treated Ananda and Kasyapa in this way.

But the most outstanding ones among the great Bodhisattvas, such as Ksitigarbha and Guanyin, could have attained Buddhahood long ago, but they did not take that step because their great wishes were not fulfilled. However, their own strength and realm are not as good as Buddhas, but better than Buddhas, stronger than most Buddhas, and surpassing the legendary realm.

If Ksitigarbha and Avalokitesvara can do this, why can’t Ananda and Kasyapa do the same?

——The fruition of Buddhism is roughly equal to the realm of practice, but not strictly equal to the realm. There are always exceptions. For various reasons, the realm is high but the fruition is low, just like the salary level and official position.

"That makes sense." Jiang Zhi nodded slightly, as if thinking about something. "Perhaps after Ananda mastered the Nine-style Tathagata Palm, he had already broken through the legendary realm and stepped into the final sea of ​​suffering. Even if he is not as good as Zhenwu Qingdi and others, he is not much different from Ksitigarbha and Guanyin. It's just that due to other reasons, he did not achieve Buddhahood, such as obsession in his heart?"

"In this way, the gap between him and the Demon Saint is much smaller than expected."

After the legend, one can leave marks on all universes and fragments of cosmic light, and with the birth of more universes, marks will naturally be formed in them, which is the completion of the legend. Taking one more step forward, one will begin to explore the past, peek into the future, and truly feel the existence of the long river of time and the erosion of oneself. This is considered stepping into a new realm and reaching a higher level in essence. This is "creation". The Fire Emperor, the Golden Emperor, the Green Emperor, and the Black Emperor before the breakthrough were the perfect level of "creation".

Of course, many practitioners feel that this is the last section of the sea of ​​suffering. Once they cross it, they will be able to reach the other shore. Therefore, the sea of ​​suffering is often used to represent the realm of creation.

This is a common name that is not very accurate, because once a person is born, he is in a sea of ​​suffering.

Meng Qi's blue shirt fluttered with the howling wind of Lingshan Mountain. He looked calm, and his gray hair swayed gently. "If Ananda had reached the realm of good fortune, he shouldn't have used the power of karma to kill several saints, especially since he didn't bring the Luoshu."

He had told Jiang Zhiwei about this matter privately, and did not hide it from Ruan Yushu and Zhao Heng at this time.

Jiang Zhiwei pondered for a moment and said, "With each reincarnation, the mark will definitely become weaker and weaker. Ananda has an obsession that he can never let go of, so his strength in each life will probably decrease. Moreover, the death of the Overlord at that time may have something to do with him. His self-explosion before death would not have made him feel good. So, Ananda's realm at that time may still be legendary, but his strength may not be. He can only use the karma to kill the saints."

“And when he reversed his practice of the Tathagata Palm and transformed his obsession into demonic intent, and everything went smoothly, he quickly recovered his peak strength, and then left Ananda Pure Land and made another breakthrough.”

She was making reasonable inferences.

"Perhaps this is the truth..." There was a strange sigh in Meng Qi's tone. He looked around and said in a low voice: "Let's go deeper into Lingshan."

Jiang Zhiwei saw him holding a long sword in his left hand, his green robe fluttering, and no longer trying to be concise when speaking. Although he was still vicissitudes and deep, he no longer had that depressed and dead feeling, as if he had come alive. With an idea in her mind, she quickly sent a message: "The first push will weaken the second, and the third will be exhausted. Leave the enemies to us to deal with."

She heard from Wang Siyuan that Meng Qi had spent ten years of suffering and sitting in silence to hone his skills.

Meng Qi replied in a voice transmission: "It's okay. Before I draw my sword, I also need to warm up and slowly gather my momentum, just like before a volcano erupts or an earthquake occurs, there will be more or less some signs, so that there can be a thunderous eruption."

Seeing Meng Qi facing her question directly, Jiang Zhiwei raised the corner of her mouth and felt quite pleased.

Outside this half-collapsed Buddhist temple, countless pitch-black cracks appeared in the dark void, like the huge mouths of monsters, ready to devour people.

And they have isolated many small paths leading to the top of the sacred mountain. Occasionally, wind blows and tears the flesh. If a mortal is here, his body will be torn apart and his soul will dissolve. If he really goes to the place where the great battle took place, he may encounter the Samadhi Divine Wind.

In the distance, thunder appeared and disappeared, stars flickered, and from time to time, a flash of lightning penetrated and illuminated the sight. Meng Qi, Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu and Zhao Heng walked slowly forward, being extremely cautious.

Roar!
The road twists and turns, and it seems that there will never be an end. Countless creepy voices are heard from near and far. If you sense them, your spirit will basically be swallowed up by the cracks in the void, which is quite painful. But occasionally you can see a half-ruined Buddhist temple, an Arhat shrouded in gray and dark gold, and huge tiger and leopard Dharma bodies as big as hills.

Meng Qi even saw a golden statue of Bodhisattva hidden in the darkness, with cracks all over its body, gray liquid flowing out, and an unusually hollow face. If the two sides were not on the same path and had to bypass many gaps, they might have already fought a fierce battle. The Bodhisattva who turned into a zombie after death could be infinitely powerful enough to approach the Dharma body!
After walking for a while, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared at the intersection of the mountain road ahead. Meng Qi used his wisdom eyes to take a look and found that it was a familiar person, no, a familiar monster.

"Lord Dangshan!" Jiang Zhiwei also sensed the other party with the Tongtian Sword Heart.

This is a huge snake, which is coiled there like a small hill. Its body is covered with a layer of gray-white feathers, and rotten wounds can be seen everywhere, oozing fishy yellow pus. The death and evil spirits are so thick that they form a gray-black haze.

hiss!
Dangshan Jun sensed someone approaching and raised his long neck. He looked coldly at Meng Qi and the others with his scarlet eyes, hiding the shadow of a white-haired monster.

Meng Qi sighed and looked into Dangshan Jun's eyes with pity and emotion. His heartbeat suddenly became clear inside his healed wound.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, the long-rotted heart of Dangshan Jun beats, and his soul's obsession follows the "beat", the two obsessions beat separately.

For a moment, it stood there, struggling desperately.

Jiang Zhiwei also sighed, drew out her sword, and the sword light turned into a long rainbow, slashing towards Dangshan Jun through the air, with a breathtaking brilliance.

Under the sword light, the body of Dangshan Jun suddenly became illusory, and the death and evil spirits became transparent, directly revealing the obsessions of two primordial spirits.

Zhan Dao meets me!

As the sword fell, the soul's obsession fell apart, and Dangshan Jun and the white-haired monster were freed at the same time. They flew into the air, mumbling in confusion and fear:

"All dead, all dead..."

They seemed to have seen the past that they could not bear to look back on.

"All dead, all dead..."

Meng Qi and others were planning to use the obsession of Dangshan Jun and the white-haired monster to find out what happened in Lingshan in the past. As a result, two completely different monsters actually made such self-talk at the same time. You know, one of them is the corpse of a Lingshan monk covered with white hair, and the other is a monster that is about to condense the true form of a sky snake. Different perspectives, different camps, and different identities, but they left behind similar obsessions, and uttered the same confused and terrified words. How can people not be creepy and terrified about what changes had happened in Lingshan in the past?
Did both sides kill each other indiscriminately, with Buddhas and Bodhisattvas entering Nirvana one after another, great saints and demon gods falling one after another, and the aura of tragic death in legends and even higher realms sweeping across Lingshan, permanently changing the laws of heaven and earth, causing the Lord of Dangshan and the monks of Lingshan to suffer an unforgettable shock before their death? Or did unexpected changes really occur, causing them to be greatly shocked, and they could not believe it and could not let it go before they died, so that they have been obsessed with it for many years?
Meng Qi held the scabbard in his left hand, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes that were like dead volcanoes. The remaining obsessions of the Lord of Dangshan and the monks of Lingshan suddenly exploded, like fireworks, illuminating the sky and condensing into a series of blurry pictures.

Their original spirits dissipated long ago, and the sea of ​​their souls dried up. They cannot awaken the memories of past lives or the experiences of this life like the living dead, and thus restore the truth of the Battle of Lingshan. They can only see the scenes that impressed them the most through their obsession!

The water curtain was hazy, the light was dense, and the monk from Lingshan was obsessed with only two pictures: one was a horde of demons rushing into Lingshan, and his sight was focused on a giant golden monkey wearing a golden chain mail, lotus silk shoes, and a phoenix-wing purple gold crown. He carried the golden hoop on his shoulders, looking majestic and arrogant; the other was what he saw before his death, with endless darkness spreading and dark figures wriggling and struggling. (End of this chapter)