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In the rift in the underworld torn by the Mingguang Buddha, countless ghosts reflected the reincarnation scenes of Chu Junyin in different generations.

Xie Que's blood-red pupils suddenly split open, revealing the strong karma within:

"The so-called 84,000 insects are nothing but a trick in the Buddhist scriptures to deceive people!"

His ten fingers were like hooks, and in the reflection of his eyes, there was not much karma left in the entire eighteen levels of hell.

"The so-called wronged souls and evil ghosts are nothing more than some lingering obsessions..."

"It is absolutely not necessary for you to save me in order to dissipate my karma!"

"If salvation is needed, then what is the use of the six realms of reincarnation and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

When Mingguang Zu Buddha heard this, a Sanskrit voice came out from his golden body: "A grain of sand is a world, a leaf is a Bodhi!"

"What you said is nothing but falsehood."

"How can the karma of cause and effect disappear without any reason?"

The whip in Chu Junyin's hand suddenly fell, and the tip of the whip emitted a golden light representing merit, instantly shattering the red lotus fire of the ancestor Buddha:

"I understand now. It turns out that we, the hell guards, are the ones who are eliminating karma, not the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas..."

Upon hearing this, Xie Que immediately smiled with relief.

Mingguang Zufo looked indifferent: "You won again..."

"But what good will that do?"

"I just need to win one game, that's enough."

"And you...need to win thousands of times!"

With a "bang" sound, one of the threads of cause and effect was broken again.

……

One million and eighty thousand years ago, on the Zixiao Cliff, there were towering ancient pines and rugged rocks.

The Taoist boy, wearing a plain Taoist robe and with his hair tied on top of his head, was concentrating on wiping the statue of the Taoist master.

Suddenly, the Taoist boy's hand stopped, he widened his eyes and looked at the statue in disbelief.

He saw that the statue of Daozun was actually shedding tears.

"What exactly...is this a sign?" A strong sense of uneasiness and doubt surged in the Taoist boy's heart, and the silk handkerchief in his hand clenched unconsciously.

At this moment, there was a flash of light in the sky, and an old Taoist with white hair appeared out of nowhere.

The old Taoist has white hair but a ruddy complexion.

He was wearing a Taoist robe that fluttered in the wind. He held a whisk in his hand and with a light wave, he swept out an ancient book.

Four big characters are engraved on it: Mingguang Interior!
"Little Taoist boy, this is the true method to become an immortal. If you obtain it, you can transcend the mortal world and become an immortal."

The voice of the old Taoist priest with white hair was like a huge bell, echoing among the Purple Sky Cliffs.

Just as the Taoist boy was in a daze, a melodious sound of cowbells came from far away.

But then I saw a Taoist riding on a green ox, stepping on auspicious clouds, floating towards me leisurely.

It’s Xie Que!

Xie Que turned over and got off the cow, throwing out a piece of tortoise shell.

The tortoise shell rotated in the air, revealing a passage titled "Quantum Tide Divine Art":

"The Great Way is about calamity, not cultivation. Don't be blinded by this so-called righteous law."

"I have a true method to give you. This method is wonderful. It connects the heavens and the earth, conforms to mathematics, uses scientific thinking, and integrates the art of numerology to glimpse the mystery of fate."

Xie Que looked at the old Taoist priest with seeming great disdain.

The Taoist boy, who was also Chu Junyin, was immediately moved: "Excuse me, Taoist priest, what is 'science'?"

As soon as these words were spoken, a conflict arose.

Mingguang Zu Buddha frowned slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He waved his whisk, muttered something, and instantly summoned a nine-sky thunder tribulation.

In an instant, the originally clear sky became covered with dark clouds and as black as ink.

Thick bolts of lightning shuttled through the clouds like dragons, making a deafening roar.

Immediately afterwards, the thunder gathered into a huge Bagua Demon Refining Array, trapping Xie Que inside.

There were flashes of lightning and gleams of electricity in the formation, as if they were going to turn everything into ashes.

Xie Que remained expressionless and gently stroked the green ox.

The blue ox seemed to understand human nature and let out a long moo while looking up to the sky.

Xie Que took advantage of the situation to grab the green ox's horn and slashed with all his might. A flash of sword light passed by and accurately cut open the center of the formation.

As the center of the formation was broken, the Bagua Demon Refining Formation began to shake violently.

Seeing that he was unable to do anything to the other party, Mingguang Zufo's face changed.
He just snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and a scroll of the List of Gods flew out from his sleeves.

The List of Gods unfolded, shining brightly. Chu Junyin's name was prominently listed, and was heavily underlined in red ink.

"You are destined to be in harmony with heaven and earth. This is God's will."

Xie Que just laughed loudly, waved his hand, and threw the volume of "Quantum Tide Divine Machine Technique" in front of Chu Junyin:
"You have achieved the other shore, and have achieved your goal."

"You only need to pick this up, and you will know the past and present, and calculate the infinite future."

Seeing this, Mingguang Zu Buddha said in an even more serious tone: "You can choose for yourself whether you want to see the false future or join me in the heavenly class and enjoy the power of heaven forever!"

Chu Junyin hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and picked up the book "Quantum Tide Divine Machine" on the ground.

At the same time, with a loud bang, the Zixiao Cliff suddenly shook violently, and a crack spread from the bottom of the cliff.

A letter written in blood flew out from the crack.

The blood letter unfolded in the air, and on it were written "I would rather fall into reincarnation than be united with heaven."

These eight characters are written with powerful strokes, revealing immense firmness and determination.

Chu Junyin only heard a "bang" sound, as if something broke.

……

Three million six hundred thousand years ago, the mountains and rivers were beautiful and the plants were full of emotion.

Amidst the lush greenery, a bodhi tree stands naturally.

Its branches are like dragons and snakes coiled together, stretching out in all directions. Its lush twigs and leaves are like a canopy, casting a cool shade on the ground.

At that time, it was late spring, and the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds.
The inky clouds rolled like raging waves, foreshadowing that a heavy rain was about to pour down.

A woodcutter, dressed in coarse linen clothes and a straw hat, carrying a heavy load of firewood on his shoulders, was walking hurriedly on a path in the mountains and forests.

Seeing this, he quickly quickened his pace and sought shelter under the Bodhi tree.

The woodcutter gently put down his load of firewood and leaned against the trunk of the Bodhi tree to take a rest.

He raised his head and his eyes inadvertently swept across the tree trunk, and he found half of the "Lingyan Sutra" engraved on the bark.

The handwriting is like an axe-carving, and every stroke contains the profound meaning of Buddhism.

It seems to have traveled through tens of millions of years and came from the distant past.

The woodcutter was very surprised and thought to himself: "How could such a strange thing happen in this deep mountain?"

Just when the woodcutter was full of doubts, he saw a golden light falling from the sky, illuminating the entire forest.

In the light, an old monk with white eyebrows appeared out of nowhere.

The old monk had white hair like snow, reaching down to his shoulders, and his eyebrows were like two crescent moons, white and long.

The old monk was dressed in a plain monk robe, spotless, and holding a glass Buddha fruit in his palm.

This Buddha fruit is crystal clear, with light flowing inside like twinkling stars, emitting bursts of auspicious air and making people feel relaxed and happy when they smell it.

The white-browed old monk smiled at the woodcutter and spoke softly, "Your wisdom is deep, and you have a connection with the Buddha."

"Just like a thousand-year-old lotus meeting the sweet dew, you should inherit the Buddha's robe and bowl, spread the Dharma, and save all sentient beings."

"If you follow my Buddhist path, you will be able to transcend the suffering of samsara and attain the supreme Bodhi."

The woodcutter was hesitating, not knowing how to respond.

Suddenly, I heard a melodious sound of a bamboo stick tapping the ground, coming from far away, crisp and pleasant.

But a group of people came walking on the moon, their figures were graceful, like arhats descending from the earth.

He had a golden hoop on his head and a monk's robe that fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound.
Every time the bamboo stick in his hand tapped the ground, three thousand falling leaves would be startled.

The traveler came closer and slammed his bamboo stick down on the ground, breaking the brief silence.

He looked directly at the white-browed old monk and said in a clear voice: "Bodhi is not a tree, and a mirror is not a stand. How can there be any question of appropriateness or inappropriateness in the inheritance of the robe and bowl?" "These are all illusions. Don't let these false appearances blind your mind."

“The true Tao is in one’s heart, not in so-called inheritance and legacy.”

As soon as these words were spoken, a conflict arose.

The white-browed old monk's expression darkened slightly, and in an instant the sound of Brahma came sweeping over.

The Buddhist sound shook the entire forest, the leaves fell, and the birds scattered in panic.

Influenced by the Buddhist sound, the Bodhi tree gradually transformed into a thousand-armed golden Buddha.

The Buddha’s golden body shines, is solemn and majestic, and is a hundred feet tall, standing between heaven and earth.

Each of its thousand hands holds a magic weapon; some hold a lotus, some grasp a sword, and some support a pagoda.

The traveler was not afraid at all. He just waved his sleeves and several torn pages of the Diamond Sutra flew out of his sleeves.

Immediately, these golden characters turned into golden lotuses and slowly floated towards the golden Buddha.

The golden lotus blossomed, suppressing the power of the golden Buddha, making it no longer so aggressive.

At this moment, the hatchet in the woodcutter's hand suddenly underwent a strange change.

Ancient Sanskrit words appeared on the hatchet.

The woodcutter only felt a force surging into his body, as if an invisible will was driving him.

He involuntarily raised the hatchet and chopped hard at the golden Buddha's forehead.

The hatchet cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

With a loud "crack", a deep crack appeared between the brows of the golden Buddha, and the light suddenly dimmed.

The cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, and golden fragments fell off and scattered all over the ground.

From the cracks in the Buddha, blood gushed out.

This blood-colored condensation gradually transformed into various forms of living beings.

“The Way of Heaven is selfless, tolerant of all living things, rewarding the good and punishing the evil, without any deviation.

"Although you have injured my golden body today, God may still forgive you."

"As long as you convert to my Samana, you will be free from human nature forever..."

Seeing this, the traveler was just disdainful: "Absurd! Heaven is selfless, how can you use its name to fulfill your own desires?"

"You talk about tolerance, but you want the woodcutter to lose his humanity forever. With such behavior, how can you talk about compassion or the way of heaven?"

The traveler looked directly at the golden Buddha with a stern expression: "You lured him into your trap with your grandiose words."

"How can a narrow-minded person like you represent the true way of heaven?"

After saying this, the traveler looked at the woodcutter again and said: "Don't be deceived by him. The so-called permanent loss of humanity means that you will forget yourself and become a puppet.

You should stick to your original intention and not be deceived by this false promise. "

The white-browed old monk frowned and said, "You crazy person, stop talking nonsense and disturbing people's hearts."

"I am following the way of heaven and saving all living beings. What's wrong with that?"

The traveler laughed loudly, his laughter echoing between heaven and earth: "Transvation? That's clearly slavery!"

“True enlightenment is to help people see their true nature, not to force your will on them.”

At this moment, among the various forms of living beings transformed by blood,

There seemed to be faint crying sounds, mixed with shouting, as if expressing unwillingness and pain.

The woodcutter looked at all this and his mind became clearer.

He bowed to the traveler and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Master."

In an instant, the woodcutter felt as if there was a rift between him and the white-browed old monk.

……

One thousand and one hundred thousand years ago, the Tai Chi Liang Yi Pool lay quietly between heaven and earth.

The yin and yang fish in the pond swim slowly, one white and one black, blending with each other and opposing each other.

Chu Junyin was dressed in simple Taoist boy's attire, watching the Yin-Yang fish with a focused look.

Suddenly, the calm pool water began to boil without any warning, constantly emerging and disappearing in an instant.

Chu Junyin was startled and subconsciously clenched the whisk in his hand:

"Master once said that this Taiji Liangyi Pool is the source of the creation of heaven and earth."

"Why is it suddenly boiling today..."

At this moment, a ray of light fell from the sky, and the Mingguang Zu Buddha transformed into a black and white Taoist.

Dressed in a black and white Taoist robe, he seemed to have integrated the yin and yang energies into it.

He threw down a copy of "Zhouyi Cantongqi", which slowly fell in front of Chu Junyin.

"Wuji gives birth to Taiji, and one should cut off thoughts of worldly affairs!"

The black and white Taoist started speaking, his voice like a huge bell, echoing beside the pool.

"My disciple..."

"Practicing this method will lead you to the secret of the two principles. If you do this, you can transcend the mundane world and attain the Great Way."

Chu Junyin's heart moved, but there was still a trace of doubt lingering in his heart: "Thank you, Master."

Before Chu Junyin could respond, a clear whistle cut through the sky.
I saw a demon stepping on the chaos and breaking through the air.

Black light shone through his fingertips: "Little Taoist priest, don't be fooled by your master!"

"The so-called Yin and Yang are the way of heaven and earth, the order of all things, the parents of change, the origin of life and death, and the residence of gods and spirits."

“The numbers of yin and yang are simple, but their variations are endless.”

“Yin and Yang are two tiny words, but they can move the world.”

“Both of them, with their extremely simple images, contain extremely wonderful principles, connecting the heavens and the earth, penetrating all things, being the key to creation and the mysteries of numerology.”

Xie Que said loudly, his tone revealing his final conclusion on the so-called "yin and yang".

After he finished speaking, he pointed his finger, and countless "0"s and "1"s representing yin and yang appeared in front of Chu Junyin.

These two characters gradually changed into a black and white yin-yang fish, and began to transform into all things in the world.

"This is the interaction of yin and yang, and then all things come into being."

Chu Junyin was shocked. This was completely different from the Yin-Yang theory he usually knew. The two concepts collided violently in his mind.

The conflict broke out instantly. When Mingguang Zufo saw that Xie Que had ruined his plans, he frowned and immediately activated the Xiantian Bagua Formation.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the formation trapped Xie Que inside with overwhelming force.

The formation actually presented a structure of infinite space, seemingly finite but actually endless, trapping Xie Que inside.

"Hmph, let's see how you escape!"

Xie Que did not panic. He stared at the formation and his hands danced rapidly.

In an instant, a sky full of Yin-Yang fish appeared.

At the same time, the yin-yang fish in the pond are affected, becoming sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, no longer bound by fixed forms.

Suddenly, the yin and yang poles in the innate Bagua formation were also destroyed.

Chu Junyin witnessed all this and began to doubt in his heart: "Could it be that... the things that Master gave me before were all wrong?"

The whisk in his hand seemed to be attracted by some mysterious force and spontaneously evolved into a Mandelbrot set, shining with mysterious light.

The situation took a sudden turn, and when Mingguang Zufo saw that the formation was broken, his face darkened.

"Dayan fifty!"

"For me, there is not even a single chance of escaping!"

A point of golden light, like a substance, flew out from the hand of Mingguang Zu Buddha and shot towards Chu Junyin at a rapid speed, instantly locking onto Chu Junyin's body and soul.

"Since you don't want to believe me, then it's not up to you!"

At this moment, Chu Junyin recalled the "future" memory in his mind, but he only felt a sense of despair:
"Am I just someone else's pawn in the end?"

At this critical moment, Xie Que suddenly smiled: "Chess piece?"

"I have never treated you as a pawn..."

"It's just that you don't know your true identity yet!"

When Xie Que raised his hand, a simple little tripod suddenly appeared. (End of this chapter)