This was the fate he had chosen for the humans.
All the humans had chosen to die and become souls by a secret method, and then enter the three thousand worlds of the Grand Nirvana.
Both the dark spores and the dark energy would infect the living beings and turn them into monsters whose life and death were unknown. If the living beings like the humans gave up their bodies and became shapeless and immaterial, how could they be infected? As long as the Grand Nirvana wasn't attacked, it would be fine.
As such, the Snow Girl had to become the king of the Sea of Dark Matter.
By then, the Grand Nirvana would be his gift to her for her ascension to the throne, and it would also be the heaviest burden.
Ceng Ju said while staring into his eyes, "It's because it's impossible."
The Joyous Monk said, "Both you and Zhao Layue knew that I was going to use this method, but you didn't even mention it because you were afraid of being persuaded by me."
"We've discussed this issue before, so I don't want to waste my time on it," said Ceng Ju sharply.
Transforming the humans into souls and getting rid of the restraints of the physical bodies, cutting off the possibility of being infected, and solving the problem of the Sea of Dark Matter was a logical solution. Even if the scientists in the Federation of the Milky Way hadn't thought of it, how could the preachers and the ascendants from Chaotian not have thought of it? In fact, someone had proposed this idea many years ago, and some people had even experimented with it. However, the realm of souls was too far away from reality and couldn't be touched. The experiments didn't make any progress other than making some innocent people suffer extreme pain in the spiritual world.
The Cultivation practitioners couldn't do it either. Regardless of whether they were the sword ghosts, the Yuanying or the ghosts, they couldn't last too long after leaving their bodies. As such, Taiping Zhenren used the Thunder-Soul Wood to transfer his spiritual soul to the Underworld disciple named Yin San, so that he could leave the Sword Jail; but he didn't dare leave on his own.
The Great Grandmaster of the Bloody Demon Sect, Chi Song, had been researching this in secret. He didn't give up until he was discovered by Ceng Ju thirty years ago; but in fact, he was still working on it in secret. The reason he was killed by Cao Yuan and Jing Jiu was that the Grandmaster of Aoyama thought he had gone too far.
The Joyous Monk said, "I'm not an idiot like Chi Song. If I didn't see a new possibility, I wouldn't have come up with this idea."
"Where is the possibility you mentioned?" asked Ceng Ju.
"In the book written by Jing Jiu. If he didn't lie, then Nan Qü's sword ghost had existed by itself before his death, and he had existed in the form of sword ghost for a long time before he was reborn by the All in One Turn. This means that his soul can exist by itself. "
The Joyous Monk said calmly while looking at him, "When Jian Xilai used the death shadow to wound Li Chunyang severely in the galaxy beyond the fog, I also saw the existence of his soul. It was the soul left by the Dark Phoenix in his body. Though the Dark Phoenix didn't realize it, it still existed."
Ceng Ju said with a cold expression in his eyes, "Jingyang and Nan Qü are not ordinary people."
"What about the Green Sky Mirror?" asked the Joyous Monk while looking at him.
Ceng Ju asked, "What about the Green Sky Mirror?"
The Joyful Monk said, "As the mirror spirit has become a living being, those people in the Green Sky Mirror have also become real beings. Where did their souls come from?"
Ceng Ju said, "The Green Sky Mirror is a world of its own, so it comes from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."
The Joyful Monk said, "But the Green Sky Mirror has experienced a change. Do you still remember the ghost shadow under the wutong tree? "
The expression on Ceng Ju's face changed slightly. "How is it?"
The Joyful Monk said, "Isn't it the soul of the Emperor Zhao?"
Ceng Ju suddenly laughed out and said while shaking his head, "Literature. It's just a literary description."
"Don't laugh. You look guilty when you laugh." The Joyful Monk said calmly, "I've discovered a new situation and a new possibility. As such, why don't I give it a try? It's more reliable than your plan to ignite the permanent star."
Ceng Ju stopped laughing and said to him seriously, "If it's feasible, you will kill all the humans and extract their souls to put in the Grand Nirvana. Taiping only wanted to kill all the mortals. But you … you have gone too far. "
The Joyful Monk opened his arms, resembling the shadow of the huge bird, as he said, "Now that the souls still exist, how can we kill them?"
"Even if your judgment of Jingyang and Nan Qü is correct, it's impossible for all the humans to cultivate to that level." Ceng Ju continued tersely, "In the end, you have no choice but to use the heaven-human connection to seize the souls by force and then use the deviant magic to refine and solidify them … As long as the wills of those souls are unstable or hidden, they will become dead souls!"
The Joyful Monk said, "I will of course find some clean souls to experiment with first."
Ceng Ju shook his head and said, "Who would volunteer to let you experiment with their souls?"
The Joyful Monk said, "I have countless believers, and they are all willing to sacrifice their souls to me. Moreover, this kind of thing doesn't have to be voluntary."
He looked at Eve behind the table with an appreciative expression in his eyes, saying, "Her soul is very clean, and her will is very firm."
No sooner had he said this than one of the prayer beads in his left hand moved, which meant that the time in this world had moved forward for a moment.
The wind and snow outside the window seemed to have stopped, no longer whistling; but the sound of wind could be heard in the room.
The sound of wind came from Eve's body.
A faint light figure was leaving her slowly.
The expression in Eve's eyes was still blank. It was unclear what was on her mind, but she suddenly displayed a painful expression.
The Joyful Monk vaguely felt that something was not right, but he didn't stop. He continued to employ the heaven-human connection in an attempt to pull her spiritual soul out. Ceng Ju wouldn't allow such an evil thing to happen in front of him. He pointed his finger at the back of the Joyful Monk's head.
The Joyful Monk didn't evade, but turned around and looked at Jing Jiu calmly.
A golden lotus flower suddenly appeared under Ceng Ju's feet, exuding an extremely high temperature Buddha fire and enshrouding him instantly.
The reason the Joyful Monk stood by the window for a long time was not because he felt sorry for the departure of the Snow Girl, but because of the lotus flower under his feet.
Ceng Ju saw the darkness in the deepest part of the Joyful Monk's eyes through the lotus fire, and said sadly, "You are indeed crazy."
The Joyful Monk had drifted in the Sea of Dark Matter for a long time and was dragged into the Illusionary Realm by the two dark figures. Though his golden body wasn't affected, his awareness was affected, and the dark side of his spiritual world was magnified. His Zen Heart produced a black lotus and he entered the demonic path!
"There is no heavenly demon of the outside world; it's all in the heart."
The Joyful Monk chanted softly. His palm passed through the lotus fire and brought out countless tiny fire dragons, slapping toward Ceng Ju's face in an attempt to take his life.
Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Countless cracking sounds broke out at the same time.
There were more than 300 rooms in the City Hall, with more than 700 windows. These windows had been frozen in the severe cold a few days ago. At this time, they were all broken into pieces and sprayed out of the building, forming beautiful white flowers.
The white flowers formed by the broken glass windows only lasted for a brief moment, resembling the Epiphyllum or the lotus flower in front of the window.
Two straight air currents shot up into the sky from the City Hall and arrived at the highest point of the atmosphere.
The air here was very thin, but Ceng Ju's clothes were still ablaze with flames, illuminating his pale face.
The Joyful Monk said calmly while looking at him, "Between life and death, you still have to think of not destroying the buildings and let the people inside live. You can't walk to the end of the path on Dao … Master, I left Yimaozhai back then because I thought you people were too pedantic."
Ceng Ju didn't say anything. He turned into a residual shadow and appeared in front of the Joyful Monk. He pointed his finger like a sword and attacked with the righteous energy.
A scratch appeared on the Joyful Monk's golden body, and the golden glow grew brighter.
Far behind him, a snow-capped peak hundreds of kilometers away suddenly collapsed.
He was indeed the Sage of Yimaozhai. His seemingly light finger had the power to destroy mountains and split the sky.
Dozens of lasers suddenly shot out from the ground, the light battleships outside the atmosphere, and the military transfer spacecraft, surrounding the Joyful Monk.
In the buzzing sound, the Joyful Monk's clothes were tattered, and his golden body suddenly shone, covering the sun in the sky.
In the light ball woven by lasers, the thin and weak figure was faintly discernible. He put one hand together in front of his chest.
The Buddha's Light illuminated the sky and the collapsed snow-capped peak in the distance.
Countless rays of light shot randomly in the atmosphere.
A light battleship fell to the ground, emitting black smoke. Several mecha were shot into pieces by the light, and no one knew how many people died.
The Joyful Monk looked indifferently at Ceng Ju who was dozens of kilometers away. He took out an ancient bell and gently knocked it.
The bell sounded distant.
Ceng Ju's face became paler. His thin lips opened slightly and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The mouthful of blood quickly condensed in the cold air and turned into something like blood coral, with a faint golden glow on the edge.
He waved his sleeves.
The blood coral flew forward at an unimaginable speed. Along with the friction with the air, it became smoother and sharper, gradually turning into a flying sword.
The Saint's blood was the sword.
Happy Monk's expression turned solemn. He flipped his right hand and held the Great Nirvana, blocking in front of him.
With a light pa sound, the Saint Sword landed on the Great Nirvana and began to violently tremble, emitting a solemn buzzing sound as if there were countless scholars reading.
Happy Monk's eyes were calm. His lips did not move, but the sound of chanting could be heard.
After an unknown period of time, the Sage Sword gradually shattered, turning into countless blood-colored glazes that fell to the ground.
The Grand Nirvana was indeed the most precious treasure in the Cultivation world of Chaotian, the spiritual soul of the Zen sects.
The Happy Monk took back the Grand Nirvana and said to Ceng Ju in the distance, "Teacher, as I said on the Scorching-Sun Battleship, you are no match for me."
Ceng Ju remained calm and did not speak. He took out a brush and an inkstone out of nowhere and began to write in the ink.
There was no real ink in the inkstone, only sunlight that was dyed black by the color of the inkstone.
That brush was obviously not an ordinary object.
It was something on a different level from the talismans he usually wrote casually.
It was true that the words written by the Saints were not talismans.
They were scriptures.
Unexpectedly, the Happy Monk didn't pick up the Great Nirvana, nor did he use his golden body to close the distance and attack. Instead, he stayed in his original position and took out a brush and a stack of paper to write.
He didn't have an inkstone, but he had paper.
He was not a Saint, but he was a Buddha.
The words written by the Buddha were also scriptures.
…
…
Ceng Ju dipped the tip of the brush into the sunlight in the inkstone and wrote a word with the blue sky as the paper. The sunlight at the tip of the brush dispersed, and the hairs on the tip of the brush broke.
The word drifted away, looking as light as a kite, but as heavy as a mountain.
"Fix."
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…
The Happy Monk picked up a small brush and wrote a word on the paper calmly and earnestly.
Though there was no ink on the brush, the writing was so clear where the brush landed.
Then, he waved his hand, and the piece of paper drifted away, heading toward the word "fix."
The word he wrote was "Chen."
…
…
One was a word without paper.
The other was a word without ink.
Both were Yimaozhai's Talisman Taoism, but they were written in different scriptures.
The two words met at the edge of the atmosphere and suddenly shone brightly, rolling up countless huge winds and blowing away the clouds in the distance.
There was a crashing sound, as if the paper was torn.
The paper on which the Happy Monk wrote was not torn, but the word "fix" written by Ceng Ju was torn.
An ethereal and indescribable word covered the sky of Fogshan City. All the meanings gathered in one point, as if it was pressed down, falling on Ceng Ju.
It was like a bolt of lightning striking down.
Ceng Ju was directly cut down from the sky and fell to the ground, smashing a cliff.
The Happy Monk flew over the cliff and found that it was the half of the mountain that he had smashed that night. He seemed to feel something and said, "The mountain falls and becomes a grave."
Ceng Ju stood up from among the rocks and looked at the young monk in the sky, feeling sentimental. "If it were an ordinary play, I would shout 'Wicked disciple'," he said, "but I can't do it because I haven't taught you much. As for you always saying that you are a farmer, what you really want to be is a general."
What he said sounded nonchalant and without a hint of mockery, but a hint of anger showed on the handsome face of the Happy Monk.
"We both use the pens we used to copy the books in Yimaozhai, but my paper is made of the peach tree bark in front of the Shui Yue Nunnery's gate. How can you be my match when you have no paper? Unless you use the Guard-City Pen. Moreover, I traveled all over Chaotian, took you as my Master, obtained the Sword Script of Aoyama as a guide, and visited many sects on the Cold Mountain. I know everything you know, but you don't. Moreover, I have many precious treasures and three thousand worlds of the Grand Nirvana! "
He looked at Ceng Ju in Silence and asked, "Master, how can you be my match?"
Ceng Ju wiped off the blood stains on the corners of his mouth and straightened his clothes, saying calmly, "If you can't defeat me, you shouldn't have left the snowland back then."
The Happy Monk asked expressionlessly, "Did you say anything when the Immortal Chi Song tempered the living soul?"
Ceng Ju said, "I didn't know it at the time, but I regret it now. So I have to stop you."
"Really? But I do like the clean soul of that little girl. Maybe I should tempt it in front of you? "
The Happy Monk still didn't show any expression on his face, and his tone didn't sound evil, but the whole heaven and earth were filled with a terrifying intent.
He reached his right hand toward Foggy City dozens of kilometers away and aimed at the dilapidated City Hall, intending to grab Eve's soul.
Could Ceng Ju stop him? In the next moment, the Happy Monk suddenly felt something was wrong. It was because the soul should be shapeless and incorporeal, and it couldn't feel any weight. But why was the object he grabbed so heavy, like a stone?
He turned around and looked over there, only to find that it was not the woman's clean soul that broke through the air from the City Hall, but a very blurry mosaic that gave people a dusty feeling.
The mosaic stopped in the sky a few kilometers away and gradually revealed its true appearance.
It turned out to be a middle-aged man in a gray checkered shirt, with a slightly dark complexion and a calm expression on his face.
In the distance, several combat armors landed at the City Hall, and Eve should have been rescued.
The Happy Monk slightly raised his eyebrows. Without saying anything, he directly punched.
Countless golden flames emerged from his fist and suddenly turned into a fire dragon, traversing a distance of several kilometers and arriving in front of the middle-aged man.
Back then, in the space rift of Sun Fire Industrial Base, this Buddha Fire Dragon Fist directly repelled a Virgin One. Although there was no high-temperature magma on the planet now, and the power of this punch was much weaker, it was still extremely powerful. Even a real immortal standard magic weapon would be smashed by this punch.
The middle-aged man's expression did not change. He was still so calm and even a little stiff, but his movements were extremely fast. With a flip of his palm, a circular light mirror appeared in his hand. There were countless runes on the light mirror, moving quickly on their respective circular tracks.
Looking at this scene, the Happy Monk was a little surprised and let out a soft sigh.
At the same time, the dragon formed by the Buddha Fire slammed into the light mirror without any fancy moves, and an unimaginable shock wave spread in all directions.
With a loud bang, the snow on the surface of the ground jumped up like boiling milk.
The golden dragon gradually dissipated in the sky.
The light mirror also disappeared without a trace.
The Happy Monk looked at the middle-aged man in Silence and suddenly stretched out his right hand.
The middle-aged man also stretched out his right hand.
Two huge golden palm prints appeared in the atmosphere, spanning between heaven and earth, and met.
An even more unimaginable loud noise appeared on the surface of the planet. The wind howled, and several residential buildings in the distance collapsed. Spaceships flew away to avoid it.
"Zen Light Mirror, Mahamudra … Which junior in the temple are you? Zen Master? "
The Happy Monk looked at the middle-aged man and asked indifferently.
The middle-aged man did not answer, but took out an inkstone and a pen.
The inkstone was not ordinary, and the pen did not look ordinary either.
He dipped the pen in the inkstone and began to write in the air.
The Happy Monk understood the other party's meaning and was slightly angry. Without saying anything, he took out a pen and paper and wrote the word "anger".
The paper with the word "anger" floated away and soon arrived not far from the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man had not finished writing.
But he did not need to finish writing.
Several rainbows rose from the tip of the brush, easily shredding the paper, and then fell on the body of Happy Monk.
A golden straight line went dozens of kilometers away, carving a deep ditch in the snow.
The Happy Monk stood up from the bottom of the ditch, his monk robe torn, and a clear brush mark appeared on his chest.
He raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man in the sky, and asked, "What is this writing? Who are you? "
"The pen is the Guard City Brush, and the inkstone is the Dragon Tail Inkstone."
The middle-aged man said, "I am Liu Shisui."
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