You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 342: To the Past
The destined head rolled on the ground, and the moment the head fell, the destined eyes had completely disappeared, leaving only two empty holes.

The head spun on the ground, and after it stopped, it half-raised and pointed in the direction of Zuo Chen:

"Fellow Daoist, Buddha asked me to bring you a message..."

The voice was not that of a woman, but a deep, clear male voice, calm and easy-going.

Zuo Chen lowered his head and looked at the other person calmly.

"The Buddha said: Fellow Daoist, you have obtained the ark for ascension. With your ability, you can use the magic of the sun and moon in a pot to temporarily seal the entire top of Mount Wangwu in the cabin, and then use the magic of moving mountains and filling the sea to raise the entire flying boat to the sky. In this way, you can leave this earthly world.

"The Buddha is willing to point to a direction where there is a paradise with abundant spiritual energy and no innate living beings. The whole world is your temple.

"In this way, you and I don't have to fight, and the Taoist priest can also lead everyone out. When time has washed away the misunderstanding between you and me, we can sit around the fire and drink tea and discuss Taoism. Why not?"

"Your suggestion sounds good." Zuo Chen said, "If we take away the entire Daliang, that Buddha will think highly of me."

“You can do it.”

"Who knows."

"I don't know what your Buddhist name is yet." Zuo Chen asked.

"I, Ananda, am here today with only a few words, not even a thought. Please don't embarrass me, fellow Taoist."

"You say that. As if I were the kind of person who would tamper with a radio."

"What is a radio?"

"It's okay." Zuo Chen smiled and shook his head: "But there is one thing I would like to ask Ananda and his friend to say to the Buddha."

"please say."

"Please tell him to go to hell."

After saying that, a bolt of lightning flashed directly at Zuo Chen's fingertips and fell on the head of the person who was destined to die.

The entire head turned into dust and dissipated with the wind.

The remaining body of her fate gradually turned into a stone sculpture, and the dazzling pearls and gems on her body slowly weathered and faded, and completely disappeared.

Everything the thief stole eventually turned to ashes and disappeared completely.

What is stolen is not yours after all.

After solving all this, Zuo Chen's eyes were still fixed on the place where he was destined to die.

When her head fell off just now, Zuo Chen actually felt something.

The sword that crossed the long river of time was not really cut from any particular position.

Instead, it "unfolds" along the deep neck of destiny.

It's like the fruit that has been cut off has already been taken out, and the cause of swinging the knife has been omitted.

Hard to defend.

But Zuo Chen felt that this tactic had great limitations, otherwise, the group of people in Daliang who were on good terms with him would have had their heads chopped off long ago.

Why would he wait until now, give himself a blow, and use this head to send a message to himself?
As for the advice given by Ananda...

Zuo Chen didn't consider it at all.

Not to mention how much effort it would take to fit the entire top of Wangwu Mountain into his sleeve, it was not in Zuo Chen's character to just escape without a fight.

There may be many worlds outside this mortal world, and perhaps among them we may be able to find a realm of emptiness suitable for Daliang, but what does this have to do with Zuo Chen's desire to defeat Fellow Daoist Sanjue?

On the other hand, who knows what Sanjue is planning behind the scenes.

The old monk was meticulous, vicious and cunning, and his abacus was clacking loudly. If you followed him, you would easily fall into an irretrievable situation.

Why didn't he leave this world with Kuhai and find a plane that was more suitable for Kuhai?

So, Zuo Chen didn’t want to negotiate with Sanjue about this matter at all.

And this time Ananda's coming was equivalent to Sanjue telling Zuo Chen something from the side:
"Besides him, there may be some other powerful masters under the Three Awakenings."

According to the memory of the original world, Zuo Chen could recall that the most famous disciples under the Buddha were Ananda and Kashyapa. The two of them had never appeared in Daliang, and they should be hiding somewhere in the Sea of ​​Bitterness, and could not pass the Great Formation of Cutting Off Heaven and Earth. As for how many other Buddhas under the Three Enlightenments were left, Zuo Chen did not know.

On the other hand, Zuo Chen actually did not think that all the Buddhas in Lingshan had been corrupted by the Three Awakenings. After all, there was a living example right next to him, telling Zuo Chen that there were good and bad Buddhas in this world.

There are both Bodhisattvas who are virtuous and want to save all living beings, and there are also Asuras who want to destroy the world.

"Taoist, Taoist?"

Caiyi's voice rang beside his ears, and Zuo Chen came back to his senses. He tilted his head slightly and saw Caiyi looking at him with a worried look on her face. He couldn't help but smile:
"It's fine."

"Well! I believe that the Taoist priest can smash that old monk's head!" Caiyi made a boxing stance in the air and threw punches.

Zuo Chen blinked, looked at Caiyi's neck, and suddenly blew lightly at her neck.

Caiyi felt the wind blowing down her neck, goose bumps all over her body, and she stood up all of a sudden. She jumped to the side and made a strange cry:

"Master, what are you doing?"

Zuo Chen smiled and said nothing.

In Zuo Chen's field of vision, a layer of spiritual energy had already gathered inside Caiyi's neck. This was considered as an insurance measure taken by Zuo Chen.

Caiyi felt that Zuo Chen's smile was a little bit strange, but she could also sense that Zuo Chen must have arranged some kind of magic method to protect herself, so she turned to giggle.

"Taoist Master."

A woman's slightly weak voice was heard behind them. Turning their heads, they saw Li Yunxiu crawling up from the ground.

She reached out and touched her waist. She limped as she walked, with a stiff smile on her face, but also a grin of pain:

"Thank you, Taoist priest, for saving my body. I don't know what that thief did to my body. My waist is really burning with pain!"

After hearing this, Donkey rolled his eyes upwards, looked up at the sky and began to whistle:
"The sun is shining brightly today."

Zuo Chen suppressed his smile and snapped his fingers at Li Yunxiu. Li Yunxiu immediately felt that her waist and legs were no longer sore, and she could jump on the spot without panting.

She laughed out loud twice, raised her hands to the sky and shouted, "Comfortable!"

Her gaze immediately fell on the ruined Yangzhou city in front of her, on the trees on the streets that had not yet turned back into human form, and on the scars on the ground.

Li Yunxiu's tears suddenly flowed down her smiling face and dripped onto the ground, changing the tone of her laughter.

She quickly reached out her hand and patted her cheek, muttering in a very low voice:

"You can do it. There is a way to save the person. Don't be too nervous..."

This cycle went back and forth several times.

It was obvious that Li Yunxiu didn't want others to hear the sound, so she spoke very softly, but Zuo Chen, with his level of Taoism, was able to easily hear every word she muttered.

After Li Yunxiu cheered herself up again, Zuo Chen came to her side:

"I have also collected most of the leaked spiritual energy just now, so no one will be infected. As for those who have been turned into wood on a large scale, I will also find a way to study the spiritual energy of corpses and create a reverse flow technique as soon as possible. In this way, Yangzhou will return to its original state."

"Luckily there is a Taoist priest in Daliang, and fortunately there is a Taoist priest in Yangzhou."

Li Yunxiu's words were sincere, but she could not hide the loneliness in her heart.

Letting Li Yunxiu go to the boat to rest for a while, Zuo Chen looked at the corpse again.

The Dharma corpse once again sparkled with precious light, and the Qi was lingering and rotating in her body. She seemed to be alive, but she had no reaction at all.

The effect of observing from the infected is indeed much worse than directly observing the corpse itself. Within half an incense stick of time, Zuo Chen had researched out a lot of new things.

This method is mainly about protecting and avoiding. First, it can improve people's potential abilities, and second, it can avoid changes and keep their minds in a constant state of peace.

In this case, the spirit of the recipient will be protected by Buddhism and will not be affected by anything in the outside world.

When Zuo Chen realized this, some guesses emerged in his mind.

It might be a method prepared by the Bodhisattva to help people overcome the sea of ​​suffering.

The sea of ​​suffering does not invade rocks, and the transformed state of the trees is exactly the same as that of rocks. Their spirits are stable and eternal, and they do not move at all. Naturally, they will not be affected by the sea of ​​suffering.

However, this secret method has not been completed yet. The transformation from tree to human needs further research. Zuo Chen also needs to think more about it to see if he can find a solution.

Suddenly, Zuo Chen's gaze fell on the arms of the Dharma corpse, and he couldn't help feeling a little surprised.

He saw the Dharma corpse holding a book with a lotus flower painted on the book, which was eye-catching.

The book that Lin Xi mentioned is actually here.

Zuo Chen's heart moved slightly, and then he stretched out his hand to touch the book.

The moment his fingers touched the book, Zuo Chen suddenly felt a gentle breeze blowing in front of him.

Zuo Chen heard the sound of rushing water.

That was the sound of the long river of time rushing towards him, washing over his ears.

Along with it came the faint scent of tea and a gentle voice next to my ear:
"Daoist friend? Daoist friend?"

Zuo Chen raised his head.

On a calm lake, the breeze gently ripples the water.

In front of Zuo Chen, a woman in white with a gentle face sat opposite him and poured tea gently.

This woman is none other than the Bodhisattva.

She was looking at Zuo Chen with a smile:
"Daoyou, drink your tea quickly, it's getting cold."

(End of this chapter)