Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 747: White Buddha Transformed into the Devil of Hell
The end of the mountain and sea realm.

On the cliff that meets the sea of ​​blood.

At this moment, everyone stood up excitedly and looked at Feng Qingyan who was walking away in the air step by step.

"It can actually fly in the air, it can actually fly in the air..."

An old Taoist priest murmured excitedly, his body shaking uncontrollably.

This scene was so shocking that even Zhenjun could not suppress his inner excitement. He stared at the white figure flying into the air, as if he was afraid that the white figure would suddenly fall.

"We must climb the Immortal Mountain, we must climb the Immortal Mountain!"

There are real people shouting in their hearts.

No matter who climbed the Immortal Mountain, as long as they climbed the Immortal Mountain, it meant that the road to Immortality was not cut off. And they would also have a way to climb the Immortal Mountain and become an immortal on the Immortal Mountain...

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Feng Qingyan.

Every step Feng Qingyan took, he closely controlled their minds, fearing that Feng Sheng would suddenly fall into the sea of ​​blood and become a pile of bones...

"Three hundred feet, three hundred feet."

A Taoist said excitedly.

Ever since the opening of the Mountain and Sea Realm and the appearance of the Sea of ​​Blood, no one has ever been able to walk ten feet! The only ones who can walk ten feet are bones...

But now, Feng Qingyan has walked out three hundred feet.

This made them a little unbelievable.

"This is not an illusion. Feng Sheng has really walked three hundred feet." A young Taoist priest said, "Feng Sheng will definitely be able to climb the Immortal Mountain and open up a feasible path to becoming an immortal for me."

"Not bad!"

"Definitely!"

The young Taoists around nodded one after another, all looking very excited.

"What a pity! Why is he canonized as a saint? And not someone from my immortal way?" At this moment, a Taoist priest sighed and said, "It would be better if he was someone from my immortal way..."

"indeed."

Some people sighed and nodded.

"It's a pity that the one who canonized the saint is a Confucian, not a Taoist."

At this time, even the real person said so, with an indescribable sigh on his face, and a bit of loss in his excitement, "It would be great if I could be canonized as a person of the immortal way."

Although Fengshen can walk into the air on the sea of ​​blood, it is very likely that he can climb the fairy mountain.

But the canonized saints are, after all, people of the holy way.

As for the Saint Way and the Immortal Way...

This can be said to be an enemy.

Wouldn't it be a laughing stock if the enemy opened up a path to immortality for him? However, although it might be a laughing stock, it could never be compared to the path to immortality, otherwise why would everyone be so excited?
As long as you become an immortal.

It's not certain who will laugh at whom.

"Although you are not a canonized saint, as long as you climb the Immortal Mountain, you will be a canonized saint." A Zhenjun glanced around and couldn't help shaking his head, wondering if they had got their focus wrong.

As long as you become an immortal, it doesn’t matter who created it.
Moreover, if one is canonized and ascends the immortal mountain, wouldn’t he become an immortal?

Aren’t immortals the people who practice the immortal way?

The most important thing now is whether the canonized saint can ascend to the immortal mountain.

After all, being able to stand three hundred feet, or even one thousand feet above the sea of ​​blood does not mean that one can cross the sea of ​​blood, let alone climb the immortal mountain.

The True Lords and True Men on the cliff were still worried whether the Saint could cross the sea of ​​blood.

Just cross the sea of ​​blood.

There is still some possibility of climbing the fairy mountain.

But anyway.

This is always a good start. After all, no one can step ten feet into the air at the beginning, but now Feng Sheng has already stepped a thousand feet.

On the sea cliff, everyone was watching nervously and reported the news back to the Great Immortal Sect.

Upon hearing this, the True Lords and True Men in the Immortal Sect couldn't help but come to watch out of curiosity. When they saw Feng Shengzhen stride thousands of feet across the sea of ​​blood, they couldn't help but feel excited.

but.

Many True Lords or True Men are also worried.

They were worried that only one person, Canonized Saint, would become an immortal, while they would never be able to do so.

If a saint becomes an immortal, he should be inclined towards the immortal path, right? After all, becoming an immortal means that the saint has switched from the saint path to the immortal path...

This is a person of immortality.

And above the sea of ​​blood.

Feng Qingyan didn't walk very fast.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to walk faster, but he really can’t walk faster.

Although the sea of ​​blood may be a projection of the real world, it is a real existence in the dream of reincarnation.

And it’s not as simple as it really is.

It may also involve reality, so it is not easy to walk and requires him to consume a certain amount of dream power.

The power of dreams is very mysterious.

Feng Qingyan is not quite sure now, he only knows that he can use a certain amount of dream power every day.

If it is used up, you can only wait until the next day.

Or accumulate some slowly.

but.

He was not aware of such accumulation.

In other words, the power of dreams does not exist at all, it is the power of Feng Qingyan's imagination.

No matter what the power of dreams is, or whether it exists or not, according to Feng Qingyan's speculation, it would take at least nine days to cross the sea of ​​blood.

This is the most successful speculation.

But actually walking may take more time.

However, after a month or two, Feng Qingyan felt that it was acceptable, so he really planned to go to Sanxian Mountain to take a look.

Why did something ominous happen in Sanxian Mountain?
He cares deeply.

The sea of ​​blood sometimes surges with rage, sometimes is calm, sometimes is filled with blood mist, and sometimes is stormy and bloody...

As he walked.

From time to time, strange undead spirits suddenly emerged from the sea of ​​blood and pounced on Feng Qingyan to bite him.

However, Feng Qingyan's walking height seemed a bit high, and those strange undead spirits could not jump to his walking height.

Probably only jumped to one-fifth of the height.

So Feng Qingyan ignored it and continued to go to the fairy mountain.

The welcoming boy had long since disappeared, but a strange aura still permeated the sea of ​​blood and entangled the Three Immortal Mountains...

Ominous!

Terribly ominous!

Feng Qingyan's face remained calm as he walked away calmly.

What is the relationship between the misfortune in myself and the misfortune in Sanxian Mountain?
This was the main reason why he went to Sanxian Mountain.

Before they knew it, they had already gone deeper into the sea of ​​blood, and saw more horrific undead spirits emerging from the sea of ​​blood.

It was like a tide of beasts, extremely terrifying.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan became curious about the sea of ​​blood. How many monsters were buried under the sea of ​​blood?

Is there any connection between this sea of ​​blood and the Blood Queen?

He looked at the cliff behind him and found that it was no longer visible, so he called out the Blood Queen and asked, "Blood Queen, does this sea of ​​blood have anything to do with you?"

Behind the blood that emerged was a strange, deep red mass of blood. He looked at the sea of ​​blood carefully and said, "My Lord, this sea of ​​blood has nothing to do with me..."

“You were born here.”

Feng Qingyan Road.

"..."

The Blood Queen was stunned for a moment, then said, "Lord, although I was born here, the blood sea here has nothing to do with me. However, this blood sea is very strange, and it seems to be hiding something..."

"Tsk tsk——"

After a moment, the Blood Queen could not help but exclaim in amazement, "My Lord, this sea of ​​blood has buried many terrifying beings."

At this moment, two black lights shot out of Feng Qingyan's eyes, and he saw countless skeletons buried in the sea of ​​blood.

There are humans and beasts, too numerous to count.

I also saw countless resentful ghosts under the sea of ​​blood...

It seemed as if the undead souls were entangled by something and could not come out of the sea of ​​blood, let alone disperse.

As a result, the resentment in the sea of ​​blood accumulated and became more and more terrifying.

It was pitch black under the sea of ​​blood.

The resentful spirits linger.

The resentment lingers!

At this moment, Feng Qingyan stopped and looked carefully at the sea of ​​blood, but he still couldn't see clearly what it was that was entangled with the undead...

but.

But he sensed a strong ominous aura.

Is it an ominous sign?
But unfortunately, his magical power of "breaking the void and seeing the subtle" cannot be observed.

Ominous is very mysterious and scary.

Although he could not observe it, he guessed that it was because of ominousness, that ominousness was entangled with the sea of ​​blood, or that ominousness turned this place into a sea of ​​blood.

Since the Blood Queen can't discover anything, take the Blood Queen back to the Ghost Gate.

He continued walking.

"The mind is free from worries, and because it is free from worries, there is no fear..." I don't know when.

In the rolling sea of ​​blood, he was somewhat surprised by the faint sound of Buddhist chants.

"Stay away from upside-down dreams, and finally attain Nirvana..."

gradually.

The Buddhist chants in the sea of ​​blood became louder, like the sound of a Huangzhong bell.

This made Feng Qingyan even more surprised, as he saw that the surging sea of ​​blood slowly calmed down under the Buddhist chants filled with the aura of Buddha.

This power is terrifying.

"who?"

Feng Qingyan was very curious.

He didn't expect that there were still people who could walk in the sea of ​​blood...

The sea of ​​blood is a very special existence in the dream of reincarnation, and ordinary people cannot step into it.

"All the Buddhas of the past, present and future, have followed the Prajnaparamita..."

The Buddhist chants in the sea of ​​blood became louder and louder, like the voices of tens of thousands of people, like the sound of a huge bell, awakening the deaf and dumb.

Feng Qingyan looked up and saw Buddha's light emerging in the distance, transforming into thousands and tens of thousands of feet.

In an instant, the Buddha's light is boundless.

At this time, Feng Qingyan finally saw who was chanting the Buddhist chant.

In the calm sea of ​​blood.

A young monk in white came walking on waves of blood.

He was seen with his brows lowered, tapping the wooden fish gently, and spitting out white scripture symbols from his mouth.

The symbols in the scriptures are transformed into countless Buddhas in the all-encompassing Buddha light.

The Buddha picked up a flower, without anger or delusion.

Suppress the sea of ​​blood.

"A monk in white?"

Feng Qingyan was not surprised.

It was just unexpected that the white-robed monk who came out of the sea of ​​blood looked too young.

He looks no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.

He is also too handsome.

but.

The young monk in white also died.

There was also an ominous aura about him, and it seemed that the ominous aura about him was even stronger than that of the welcoming boy.

In the sea of ​​blood.

The monk in white came on the bloody waves, emitting infinite Buddha light, just like the Buddha descending to the world. The Buddhist chants that came out of his mouth became louder and louder, and it seemed that they not only rang in Feng Qingyan's ears, but also in his heart.

In the boundless Buddha's light.

Buddhas whose faces cannot be seen clearly are being born one after another.

At first glance, the sea of ​​blood is the sea of ​​Buddha.

There are countless Buddhas.

Great compassion.

The sound of the struck wooden fish is like the sound of a bell that has echoed through the ages, melodious and ancient.

One sound after another struck Feng Qingyan's heart.

“So the Prajna Paramita mantra is spoken. That is to say, the mantra is as follows: Gate Gate Paragate Parasamgate ……”

Buddhist chants resound from the bottom of my heart.

It seemed as if it was trying to convert Feng Qingyan, which made him a little surprised.

If he was not the master of the reincarnation dream, he might have been saved.

The Buddhist sound lingering in my ears is like the chanting of thousands of Buddhas, and the sound of the wooden fish is like the sound of an ancient bell. The Buddhist sound is like a series of shackles, tightly tied to people, making it impossible for them to break free...

But he couldn't lock Feng Qingyan.

However, he did see the undead souls or skeletons that emerged from the sea of ​​blood, but they were subdued by the monk in white.

The dead souls or skeletons bow down devoutly.

The monk in white robes looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, with delicate features, red lips and white teeth, and was extremely handsome.

But in the current situation, is it that Buddhism has defeated the misfortune?

Or is it that ominousness cannot suppress Buddhism?

Although the monk in white had something ominous about him, he still had boundless Buddhist power and was able to suppress the sea of ​​blood.

The white-robed monk stepped on the bloody waves step by step. Under his chanting, the rolling sea of ​​blood was suppressed by the incarnations of Buddha.

But the wind was still howling all around, and the blood waves were still terrifying.

The monk in white kept his head lowered and tapped the wooden fish gently. He seemed not to have seen the surging blood wave, let alone Feng Qingyan.

But he walked towards Feng Qingyan.

Feng Qingyan stopped.

After a while.

The white-robed monk walked to a hundred feet in front of Feng Qingyan, but he was still chanting and beating the wooden fish, and then he stopped.

He is a dead man.

There was no way he could see Feng Qingyan.

However, he seemed to know Feng Qingyan, so he stopped.

Feng Qingyan was surprised, and after thinking for a while, he said, "My name is Feng Qingyan, may I know who you are?"

The monk in white was a dead man, so naturally he couldn't hear anything. He just mechanically chanted the scriptures, beat the wooden fish, and stood still in front of Baizhang.

Feng Qingyan frowned and moved a hundred feet to the left.

However, the monk in white also moved a hundred feet to the left and still stood in front of a hundred feet, as if blocking the way.

Feng Qingyan was very surprised, so he moved a thousand feet to the right.

The monk in white moved a thousand feet away, still standing in front of a hundred feet.

This time Feng Qingyan was almost certain that the monk in white was here to block his way.

However, this made him very confused. Why did the monk in white want to block the road? Was it because of him or because of the fairy mountain?

Since he is dead.

Feng Qingyan didn't bother asking why you wanted to block the road.

The dead will not answer, but they use actions to stop others, which is very strange.

Why did something ominous happen in Sanxian Mountain?
This made Feng Qingyan even more curious.

He observed for a while and then continued walking towards the fairy mountain.

However, the monk in white stood in front of him, and a powerful Buddhist aura burst out from his body, which actually prevented him from moving forward.

"Holy realm?"

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised, so he looked at the monk in white carefully. He didn't expect that the monk in white was a being in the holy realm when he was alive.

However, this is my dream of reincarnation. I am the master of the reincarnation world. Is it possible to stop me?
Feng Qingyan thought so.

but.

The monk in white actually stopped him.

This made him stunned, confused, puzzled, and even fearful.

Regardless of whether the monk in white was doing it for him or for the fairy mountain, it seemed that he had only one purpose, which was to stop him from going to the fairy mountain.

Or to prevent him from climbing the fairy mountain.

But why?

but.

This made him even more curious.

Instead, I feel that I must climb the fairy mountain...

"Blood Queen, help me stop the white-robed monk." After a moment, Feng Qingyan had to call on the Blood Queen for help, "It's best not to hurt him..."

"what?"

The Blood Queen was immediately a little surprised, as if she couldn't expect that there was someone in the sea of ​​blood.

When it saw clearly, it was a little surprised and said: "Master, is this a dead person? How can a dead person still be so terrifying? This person is in the holy realm. Hey, he is still in the holy realm after death, so he must have been a top existence in the holy realm when he was alive? Master, do you know this person? This person seems to be young when he died..."

"If you don't know him, just stop him."

Feng Qingyan Road.

"it is good."

The Blood Queen immediately blocked Feng Qingyan's way, but found herself in a sea of ​​blood, and it seemed difficult to move. She was startled and said, "Master, I can't seem to move. It seems like something is restraining me..."

"Ok?"

Feng Qingyan frowned.

But at this moment.

The white-robed monk, who had been chanting scriptures and beating a wooden fish with his head lowered, suddenly looked up at the blood queen. His bloody eyes, with their eyeballs gouged out, seemed to emit a terrible murderous aura.

In an instant.

The originally compassionate Buddha suddenly turned into a hellish demon.

……

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(End of this chapter)