As soon as Fu Xia said this, the golden clouds in the sky were brilliant, peacock-like clouds were flying, the golden pool gushed out, colorful rain poured down, and a pure land appeared in the northern sky.
This northern pure land is hidden behind a cloud and mist, there is a huge golden gate faintly, a one-horned tiger as big as a mountain and covered in black patterns is lying by the door sleeping soundly, densely packed golden protectors stand in the clouds, boundless, thousands of figures raise their heads, or bow or bow, looking forward to it.
The six-armed Vajra [Six Pendulums] that had always pressed the 'Huangyuan Pass' without responding paused for the first time, and as the peacock chirped in the northern sky, the eternally angry and eternally quiet head was raised, its golden lips opened slightly, and a melodious chanting sound was heard.
"Boom!"
The monks on the lake all lowered their eyebrows and covered their eyes, not daring to look at them.
The appearance of all this was like a shot in the arm injected into the heart field of the box, he suddenly raised his head, he didn't care about what mana was insufficient, what was burning away from the fire, the entire Huangyuan Pass roared with his movements, as if it was about to collapse at any time.
"They are saved... Good... Okay..."
The old monk was ecstatic, shed tears excitedly, looked at Kongheng with desperation, and said bitterly:
"My lord, Shitu presents, please tell me [Manifestation Emperor], return to the northern demons, sit upright in the sky and rain Mandala Flower, go through countless eons, and become the emperor Sha Maha measure his strength."
As if responding to his voice, as Fu Xia's request was spoken, a melodious bell rang nine times in a row from the golden clouds in the north.
"Boom... Boom..."
Kong Heng looked into the distance, and the appearance of a pure land was reflected in his pupils.
He understood that as long as he nodded and had a little thought of purifying the world, the position of the Emperor Maha in the sky would immediately echo him, and he would become a practitioner like Murong Xia and achieve non-regression.
Once realized without regression, unless someone can enter the Pure Land and wipe out a little of his true spirit, he will be able to reincarnate for a hundred lifetimes without diminishing his spirit, and he will enjoy the position of Maha forever.
And he doesn't need to practice anymore in this life, he has already perfected the master's cultivation, the empty balance is an ancient cultivator, the next step is not pity, but Maha, he only needs to go all the way north, re-ascend to the Maha position, become one of the peaks of this world, and even the Dharma phase is far away.
But he still looked at it calmly.
Kong Heng's own Taoist system stopped here, and there was only the word enlightenment left, the ancient cultivator didn't know how many years he hadn't been out of Maha, missing this opportunity, there would be no more Taoist system and no Maha, and the Pure Land personally took outsiders.
"Old-timers, anger is not my way."
The box was a body of pity, tears turned into glass in the fire, and were shattered by the light of the sky, illuminating the old monk's face, staring at him blankly.
Kong Heng looked at the box quietly, the thin-eyed monk had white teeth and red lips, but his face was now infinitely bright, and he spoke:
"My appearance is not the appearance of sentient beings, there is no infinite pure land, no images of fear, no incense temples, no monks to worship, all of these are evil karma."
"Do not make practitioners believe in me, do not make the people worship me, I will seek liberation together, and I will not accept people in the pure land."
As his mind relaxed, the brilliance on the body of the Compassion Dharma became more and more dim and his back bent down all of a sudden, becoming more and more stable.
The old monk remained motionless, looking up at the sky, the scorching fire surrounded his body, and the box only focused on muttering scriptures in his mouth, watching the golden glow disappear little by little, and the giant tiger was submerged in the clouds and mist, and everything was in vain.
Fu Xian's angry eyes disappeared, and a depressed pain hung on his face, and the old monk whispered:
"I have been sharp and aggressive all the way, oppressing you everywhere, scolding you, and reprimanding you with fierce paranoid doctrines, but I can't make you angry at all.
"So I will oppress you with power, coerce you with coercion, and pity the brilliance of the Dharma body to threaten you, if you are a little afraid, don't nod, don't follow me, the Manifestation Emperor will fall on you."
"Since you are neither angry nor afraid, I will weep and move you with sorrow, please spread the teachings to the people of the world, and sit upright in the rain of mandala flowers to educate the people.
The light on the surface of the empty balance was still the same, the surrounding fire gradually faded, the color of the glass flew out of the Dharma body of the box, the old monk supported the Ming Pass with one hand, the mana was running, the glass color in his eyes was full, and he walked straight out of the fire.
The compassion Dharma body was truly functioning, and the box didn't even need a finger to knock down the 'Huangyuan Pass' at this moment, and the endless fire was like his food, and the more it was burned, the more his body looked colorful.
Fu Xia whispered:
"But you don't waver."
There was silence on the lake, and a frightened gaze looked at this pity, only Kong Heng said gently:
"You Maha have already tried it."
Kong Heng looked at him with a smile, while the old monk took off his dark yellow robe, folded it, and placed it in the palm of his hand, while the other hand placed the pure white stick on top of the robe.
He packed up these two things, put them in mid-air, put his hands together, and said respectfully:
"Since the old man came to this magic land, he never thought of returning, and he has three treasures to give to the mage."
"The first is the [Mysterious Box Tiger Patterned Cassock ], which is transformed by a horned tiger, which is mysterious and can be driven by a tiger, can swallow all things, and ordinary practitioners are invincible."
"The second is the [Miaobai True Jade Demon Stick], which is a treasure weapon, which subdues countless demons and demons, and the mysterious evil soars into the sky.
Kong Heng frowned, the five-colored light on his face kept flowing, and he said softly:
"This is the Northern Fu Demon Dao system, and Kong Heng cannot take it."
The old monk was extremely stubborn and didn't answer his words at all, clasped his hands on his chest, his naked upper body shining brightly, first bowed to the north, closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice:
"The third is [North Fumo Temple Protector Glass Relic]."
His words finally moved Kong Heng, Kong Heng took a step forward and opened his mouth to persuade him, but no matter how fast he was, he couldn't pity him after all.
As soon as the voice of Fuxiang fell, a piece of glazed brilliance rose to the sky, reaching the sky, countless lotus flowers bloomed on the lake, and the pink petals mixed with various colors of glass smashed down overwhelmingly, surrounded by brilliant light and infinite glow.
The empty balance was submerged in this countless brilliance in an instant, and the box was the pity of many years, once it sat down on its own, and immediately the sound of scriptures resounded, and the fire house and prison were shattered, and the ground was full of golden red.
"Buzz buzz..."
But the pure land that was supposed to come to receive it had long since disappeared, and all the brilliance and colors converged and condensed, all staying on that glass-colored relic.
No matter how gorgeous this illusion was, no matter how bright the light was, it was only for a moment, and before it fully bloomed, it was like a long whale sucking water into this relic, leaving no trace.
The colors between heaven and earth converged, but only one relic stopped in front of the empty balance.
The lake is quieter.
This relic was the size of a finger, suspended in mid-air, white and crystal clear, surrounded by several circles of colored light, forming various illusions, and the lotus flowers on both sides emitted bursts of fragrant breath.
Kong Heng quietly looked at the relic in front of him, held it in his palm and put it away, the black and red sunset draped over him, and the light on the lake was surprisingly dark.
Fu Xia's death was like the twelve mages who were shot dead by Li Xuanfeng on the river, except for the relics, it was just a burst of flowers and rain of glass and some lotus flowers.
And the Pure Land, which was willing to appear and respond to the empty balance, did not react at all when the box died, not even a little golden light or a bell, and there was only a red sunset on the horizon.
It wasn't until Li Ximing drove over that a little light of sky draped over Kong Heng's body, and the narrow-eyed monk woke up like a dream, the five-colored light flowing on his face receded, and the infinite light dimmed.
He returned to his original gentle and polite appearance, his expression was a little gloomy, and he said gently:
"I'm causing trouble to Xi Ming."
"What are you talking about!"
The surrounding monks couldn't see clearly, but Li Ximing could see clearly next to him, his expression was complicated, full of emotion, and he said in a low voice:
"The mage is fine now."
"It's not a big deal."
Kong Heng replied seriously, holding the cassock and stick in his hand, and said softly:
"It's just that my fate with the nobles is now over."
Li Ximing had expected it, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said in shame:
"I should have left when Xijun had an accident, but I blamed myself in my heart and wanted to take care of one or two more, but I didn't expect that I almost harmed the nobles now, it's really empty! Now I have to go, I have to travel around the world to prove my way."
"Senior Kongheng..."
Before Li Ximing could say anything more, his full words had been blocked into his throat by Kong Heng's smile, and he whispered:
"Master, please meet my grandfather, and then leave without delay... The master has been in my house for so many years... The elders admire it very much... Zhou Wei is still outside... I can't see you at first sight..."
Kong Heng nodded slightly, Li Ximing's voice was chattering, which was a bit similar to Li Xuanxuan, causing the monk's eyes to blur.
As he descended Qingdu Mountain, he looked back at the north where he worshipped when the box fell, and the relics in his hand became more and more scorching.
The brilliant golden haze has long disappeared, the flying peacock has disappeared, and everything that the old monk sees is heavier than life - including the golden pool and believers, has also disappeared like a gust of wind...
The lake was bleak, and the glass was scattered in the water, leaving only a gloomy sky and a half-dead, sun sinking in the clouds.
……
East China Sea.
The palace itself is not large, the jet-black palace is the same as the reef, facing the north.
The waves splashed, flooding the steps in front of the palace, a pair of exquisite blue boots stepped on the steps, the owner's hair was disheveled, his golden clothes shone like scales, and his blue pupils looked into the distance.
The man was followed by a young man, dressed neatly, standing sideways behind him, and the man in gold whispered:
"Heyun, that's the Four Demon Emperors with Angry Eyes..."
Dongfang Heyun raised his eyebrows, his eyes also looked at the far north, peacocks flew in the sky, golden pools gushed, and the pure land emerged from the sky, Dongfang Heyun saluted and replied:
"Your Majesty, the position of Maha is the fruit of the Dharma phase, and it cannot be deceived by non-immortals."
"Now that the Maha position is inducted, and wants the manifestation of the emperor Sha to come to the world, even if he is angry, even if he has all kinds of abilities and practices the way of fake death, he cannot do this, and he will definitely die."
If Li Xizhi was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that the man in gold was Dongfang Changmu, the Dragon King of Muhai back then, and he was the son of the Dragon King, which was indescribably precious.
After hearing this, the Purple Mansion Demon Dragon nodded.
Dongfang Heyun said:
"Jingzhan was held back by the [Golden Bridge Lock] back then, and was killed by the Shangyuan True Monarch, the possibility of survival is too small, whether the Four Demon Emperors are dead or not is just incidental... The six phases still want to try what happens to the Dharma behind the angry Taoist system."
"Just looking at his current appearance, the meat sent to his mouth refuses to move, and he can still let the ancient Buddha get out, it seems that this Dharma minister is really not in good condition."
"Actually, it's not."
Dongfang Changmu said softly:
"Luoxia and Nether Ming did not respond, and Jiangnan also lacked interest, I am afraid that he had long known that Fa Xiang would not respond, the cause of this matter is actually that the higher the cultivation level of the ancient cultivator, some people do not want him to stay in Jiangnan."
"And the angry manifestation of the appearance calculates an opportunity, like a fly smelling blood, and once again tries in vain to awaken the Dharma and persuade Maha."
Dongfang Heyun yawned, expressed his admiration, and said softly:
"What the king said is very true."
Dongfang Changmu said softly:
"After all... Times have long changed, and there is a place for Buddhism and cultivation in the world today, and all cultivators are quite afraid of Buddhist cultivation, so how can an ancient Buddha practice in Jiangnan at will? If you have an epiphany overnight, you will realize a release on the ground and cover the entire Jiangbei, won't you have to fight another battle?"
Dongfang Changmu laughed and said in a low voice:
"In the past, the immortal path was complacent, allowing Shi Xiu to seek the Tao in various sects, but as a result, the 'Hua Qi' position was secretly certified by Su Xikong, and the twelve Qi were missing one Qi, causing several immortals to change their faces... This is a lesson from the past!"
"Exactly..."
Dongfang Heyun replied respectfully, and Dongfang Changmu asked in a low voice:
"How do foxes answer?"
Dongfang Heyun replied:
"Dali Mountain sent Su Xinhu here, and he has already contacted His Highness Ding Jiao, and there is no serious problem."
"Oh, White Dragon Temple!"
Dongfang Changmu had a playful smile on his face, and paced a step in front of the dark hall, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the clouds, and this Purple Mansion Great Demon shook his head gently:
"It should be, after all, Zipei gave things to the Sea Dragon King..."
Dongfang Changmu waited for a moment, and finally a streamer broke out of the sky, manifesting as a narrow-eyed woman in mid-air, glanced at it, and said in a deep voice:
"Changmu, it's time to leave."
Dongfang Changmu laughed and waved his hand gently, and the Taixu in front of him burst open, revealing a purple that reached the heavens and the earth, shrouded in the boundless Taixu.
The Taixu here was beating with countless lightning bolts, as if they were about to condense into a sea, Dongfang Changmu used his magical powers to resist thunder and lightning, while lowering his eyebrows and looking at the lilac grotto-heaven in the distance.
Dongfang Changmu asked:
"Are all the people there?"
"Naturally."
The dragon girl nodded and said:
"I don't act as twisted and winding as humans, and it is the pull of supernatural powers, and it is the general layout, no matter what those who have practiced the thunder method, a few Purple Mansion Demon Kings will send them out to catch them."
She said casually:
"In just a quarter of an hour, they were all caught and thrown into the grotto."