Inside the Yunyan Mansion, Zhangsun Jing, Wishful Monk, and the West Invaders were shocked and stunned by this rare and eerie confrontation. They felt that the hall was extremely dark, with the Awakening Celestial Sword and the Living Buddha as the center. Circles upon circles of darkness swirled, mysterious, mysterious, dazzling, and bewitching!
The Living Buddha unconsciously formed the last wheel of the Grand Sun Li Fire Wheel. For thousands of years, not a single Living Buddha was able to master the Grand Sun Descending Wheel. His body glowed with colored glaze and emitted a golden light that illuminated the surroundings. It expelled darkness and made the place bright and clean.
He stood there like a statue of Buddha, the image of Vairocana. The West Invaders' envoy and bodyguards almost prostrated themselves in worship. They knew that the Living Buddha was about to reach the highest state with the help of Samsara.
In the face of this extraordinary scene, Zhangsun Jing and Wishful Monk were dumbfounded and deeply worried. Could 'God-petrifying Sword' Little Meng resist the Living Buddha's Secret Depository?
Just then, they heard a sigh filled with sorrow. It sounded merciful yet boundless. Time passed by quickly. Then, they saw Meng Qi pointing at the sky with one hand and the earth with the other. His whole body suddenly became tall, filling up their entire field of vision. He was like the Buddha in the center of the Pure Land, sacred, merciful, solemn, pure, and only he was supreme!
This feeling … not only Zhangsun Jing and Wishful Monk, but also the West Invaders and the rest could not help but feel shocked.
Mengqi took a step forward, opened his mouth, and said solemnly,
"The sea of bitterness has no bounds, repent and you will be saved!"
His voice was like thunder, like the voice of the Buddha, shaking the hearts of Zhangsun Jing and the rest.
The sea of bitterness has no bounds, repent and you will be saved … They felt as if they had been hit on the head. They seemed to have realized something, but it was empty.
In the spiritual confrontation, the Living Buddha's body in the reincarnation of past lives turned into colored glaze with the Great Sun on his back. However, under the golden body of the giant Buddha opposite him, under the momentum of the Great Peace, Great Liberation, and Great Freedom, his mind was shaken and it was difficult for him to protect his bier. The influence of the reincarnation of past lives that he had felt before had infected this Pure Land.
The old man copying the scriptures, the granny chanting the Buddha, the young girl with the green lamp and the old Buddha, the old eagle listening to the lecture at the top of the temple, all kinds of things happened one by one. He felt that the sea of suffering was boundless. Although his heart was devoted to the Buddhist dharma, he still could not free himself!
Reincarnation, sinking into the sea of bitterness, unable to escape in the end? Questions arose in the heart of the Living Buddha. His bier became more and more unguarded. The light of the Grand Sun dimmed and slowly descended!
Just as he was trying his best to get there, the huge Golden Buddha took seven steps in all directions and shouted at him.
"The sea of bitterness has no bounds, repent and be saved!"
"The sea of bitterness is boundless, repent and be saved …" Living Buddha shuddered. He felt the cycle of reincarnation shattering one by one, his soul and Primordial Spirit shattering one by one. Before him was the Yunyan Mansion's extravagant decorations and the handsome and dignified young man in green.
He made another stick and shouted:
"The sea of bitterness has no bounds, repent and be saved!"
The Living Buddha's head buzzed and he sat down, stuttering.
"Where is the shore?"
This question seemed to have answered the question in the minds of the West Invaders. They had been shaken to the core by the endless sea of bitterness.
Mengqi retracted his hands and let them hang on the sides of his green robe. He still looked solemn and compassionate.
"Not here, not there, not in the middle. Just repent."
"Repent … only 'I' am supreme …" Living Buddha seemed to have understood something. A smile suddenly appeared on his face. He formed a lotus seal with his hands and slowly closed his eyes.
Mengqi's aura was restrained, no longer filling the heavens and the earth with a sense of solemnity and holiness.
One of the West Invaders saw that the Living Buddha was no longer breathing. He was shocked and angry. Forgetting his previous worship, he rushed forward and shouted, "Devil, you dare to leave?"
Suddenly, his gaze froze and he stood there in a daze. A knife mark appeared between his eyebrows. Blood oozed out from it. It was only an inch away from his head.
How did he get hit? He did not feel the knife at all!
Where did the knife come from? Where is the knife?
Mengqi sighed and said, "Let's look at him again."
Having said that, he turned and left. His eyes and face were stained with tears. Tears flowed from the wonders of the spiritual journey and the true feelings of the Samsara.
Zhangsun Jing and Wishful Monk looked over and saw the Living Buddha sitting cross-legged with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face. His hands formed a lotus seal and his skin glowed with a glaze. Apart from the lack of breathing, there was no sign of death.
Is this a breakthrough before his death? Is it enough to die in the evening?
Seeing this, the West Invaders could not help but kneel on the ground. This is the real Living Buddha!
Walking out of Yunyan Mansion in a daze, Zhangsun Jing and Wishful Monk were still in a daze.
One of the Great Gurus, the Living Buddha, passed away just like that?
"God-petrifying Sword" Meng killed a Great Guru?
This isn't a dream, right?
It really was like a sword entering the capital. It was like that in the past, and it was like that today. It was even scarier and more sensational!
Mengqi gradually restrained his emotions and returned to normal. This spiritual journey was a cleansing of his soul and Vital Spirit. It would be of great help to his Oneness of Heaven and Men and even his future practice.
But why did he not see Ananda?
Was the initial emptiness real, or was it deliberately interfered with by a powerful person?
He did not speak and walked quietly, aimlessly. Zhangsun Jing and Wishful Monk were also immersed in the shock and did not dare to disturb him.
Just like that, they walked until the evening.
Inside Yuanjue Temple, the Devil Empress, who was sincerely praying to the Buddha, heard the rapid footsteps approaching.
"What's the hurry?" She did not turn around.
The expert who came to report the news was shocked and incredulous. "The Living Buddha, the Living Buddha has passed away!"
"What?" Even with the Devil Empress' spiritual cultivation, she was shocked and turned around.
"'God-petrifying Sword' entered Yunyan Mansion and looked at the Living Buddha for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. They seemed to be fighting with spiritual mystic arts. After that, he floated away and the Living Buddha passed away." The expert calmed himself down and told the story in a clear and organized manner.
He no longer dared to refer to himself as Meng.
"How could his soul and spirit be so strong?" The Devil Empress muttered to herself and then said in a low voice, "Tell me the details of the process."
Inside the Political Affairs Hall.
Left Minister Wang Derang held the secret treasure in his hand and whispered to himself. Even with his scholarly temperament, his tone was full of shock. "God-petrifying Sword entered Yunyan Mansion, the Living Buddha passed away …"
"God-petrifying Sword entered Yunyan Mansion, the Living Buddha passed away …" In another place, the Royal Advisor who was looking up at the starry sky said the same thing.
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"Is there a place for me to stay tonight?" As the sun set in the west, darkness shrouded the capital. Mengqi had completely shaken off the negative effects of the spiritual journey and asked casually.
Zhangsun Jing smiled and said, "I've rented a courtyard. I hope you don't mind that it's simple and crude."
"Then lead the way." Mengqi nodded gently.
Wishful Monk sighed and said, "Donor Meng's' The sea of bitterness is boundless, repent and be saved 'was like a wake-up call, enlightening me."
He seemed to want to ask for advice on the Dharma.
Although Mengqi was a half-baked monk, he had comprehended "The Buddha's Palm" for a long time and had some understanding of the Dharma. Moreover, Taoist scriptures and Divine Kung Fu were similar, but different paths led to the same destination. The "Yuan Shi" of his Inner World also had some Buddhist charm. Therefore, he said, "Since leaving the mother's womb, one must be tainted by all kinds of things in the world of mortals. They are not necessarily bad things, but knowledge, common sense and other things that the body sees and hears. They may be real, but they are limited by their own conditions and will deceive the mind. If one cannot see through them, he will not be able to see 'The Buddha'."
He looked at Zhangsun Jing and said, "This is not only about the Dharma. Taoist priests, martial artists and Confucian scholars also have similar sayings. There are always similarities between the Great Way."
"There are only a few who can break through the void …" Zhangsun Jing sighed.
As a martial artist, this was what he must aspire to.
"There is a world inside the body, and another outside the body. Both are extremely mysterious. What we need to do is to break the barrier and let the world inside the body be closer to nature. In Taoism, it is the rule of man and nature …" Mengqi pointed out casually, "The barrier is not only the shackles of the mind, but also the separation of the body. If the former cannot be broken, one cannot 'see' the outside world. No matter how hard one tries, it will be like trying to fish from a tree. The latter is the specific steps. In Taoism, there is a saying of the Hidden Latch …"
This world was already able to cultivate the Primal Aperture at Mid-brows, but it still lacked the complete steps from a strategically advantageous position. It needed to be perfected slowly, so it had a higher requirement for the state of the mind.
Zhangsun Jing and Wishful Monk were fascinated by Mengqi's knowledge of Taoism, Buddhism and Martial Arts. Their predecessors had similar thoughts, but they had never been as deep and thorough as him.
"I finally understand the feeling of the Living Buddha. To hear Tao in the morning, to die in the evening is enough." Wishful Monk put his palms together and said. He was a monk who had read the Confucian Scriptures.
Zhangsun Jing's blood was boiling as he listened. The road ahead seemed to be revealed faintly, "Young Master, you are really a scholar and extraordinary!"
Mengqi smiled and did not say anything. He did not think that Tao could not be imparted easily and that he needed to be rewarded. First, it was not a specific skill, and second, it was beneficial to him.
Vaguely, he seemed to feel a trace of moral Qi being added to his body!
After cultivating the Tri-gem Wish Fist, he gradually understood the five virtues. If there was a chance, he would naturally collect them.
In the future, if he mastered the Tri-gem Wish Fist, he might feel a bit like the Heavenly Primogenitor's Jade Ruyi.
In front of the courtyard rented by Zhangsun Jing stood a man in the uniform of the imperial army general, holding a wooden box in his hand. Seeing Mengqi and the others return, he said with awe and joy,
"Hero Meng, I am here to deliver a letter for the Sword Emperor."
Mengqi had expected it. He took it with a smile and opened the wooden box.
There was a palm-sized puppet in the wooden box. It had a funny smile and a long body. On it, there were 14 words written with a sword.
"At noon tomorrow, at the Sunset Peak, let's have a sword meeting. Is that okay?"
"These 14 words …" Zhangsun Jing suddenly opened his eyes wide. Wishful Monk was also shocked.
Every stroke of these fourteen words was vigorous and powerful, as if they were performing the most ordinary and common strokes of horizontal, horizontal, and vertical. However, if one looked at them together, each stroke seemed to come alive, as if they were pieces on a chessboard, or stars in the night sky. They were connected as one, forming a deadlock, spiraling up, and shooting up into the sky!
"This is a 'Peerless Sword Art' …" Zhangsun Jing sighed.
This was a "book" of sword art!
Moreover, it was both a "letter" and a challenge!
Mengqi slightly sighed with emotion at the realm of the Sword Emperor, and strangely smelled a trace of the External Devil.
How could my External Devil be related to the Sword Emperor?
In his hand, there was already a long sword made of flames. He reached out to the puppet to answer the challenge!
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