Comprehensive Wu: Poor monk Jigong, sign in to Wudi City at the beginning

Mrs. Yang didn’t know where he was walking.

This unknown place, incomparably chaotic, as if everything had become distorted here.

Mrs. Yang didn’t know what kind of environment he was in.

One moment it was spring blossoming, the next moment it was snowing.

One second there is a flat wasteland under your feet, and the next second you walk on rugged rocks

All kinds of scenes made Mrs. Yang wonder if he was in a dream.

The female bodhisattva Seven Pearls walked slowly step by step.

However, in this unknown place, Yang Taisui found that no matter how he was, he couldn’t catch up with the slow Qizhu.

The breath here is also different from the breath that Yang Taisui usually feels.

Although he couldn’t say it, breathing the air here, Mrs. Yang only felt as if there was a bone-chilling chill that spread to his heart.

“Seven Pearl Bodhisattva, I wonder how long it will take to reach the Hanging Temple?”

Looking at the figure in front of him, Mrs. Yang asked.

For some reason, his heart is bottomless and empty.

Qizhu did not answer Yang Taisui’s words, still walking on his own.

Although Mrs. Yang was a little panicked in his heart, he also knew that now he could only follow Qizhu all the way to the black.

I don’t know how long they walked, the two came to a crystal clear river and stepped on the boat.

Just as Mrs. Yang was looking across the river, he suddenly found an incomparably beautiful and moving woman standing in front of him.

That woman was so beautiful, beautiful that there was no way to describe it in any language.

But Mrs. Yang looked at it with his heart, but found that this absolutely beautiful woman was just a skeleton.

Suddenly there was the indifferent voice of the Seven Pearl Bodhisattva.

“Everything in the world is a void, and when you see through this delusion, you can reach the Hanging Temple when the four are empty.”

Yang Taisui followed Qizhu’s gaze and looked down, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

I saw the bottom of the river that was calm one second, but the next second there were countless things surging, white flowers.

Hiss-

Mrs. Yang gasped.

The surging at the bottom of the river is clearly an endless white bone skeleton!

The skeletons were layered on top of each other, all over the bottom of the river, twisting like maggots.

The horror scene, the people watching the sweat stand on end.

“Amitabha…”

Yang Taisui did not dare to look again, closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha trumpet, but his forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

“Seven Pearl Bodhisattva, what’s going on?”

“Seven Pearl Bodhisattva?”

“Seven Pearl Bodhisattva?”

Seeing that no one answered, Mrs. Yang opened her eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, Mrs. Yang was surprised to find that he was still sitting in the reception hall of Langke Temple.

The Seven Pearls Bodhisattva has long been gone.

It was as if nothing had happened.

“This…” Yang Taisui’s eyes widened.

At this moment, there was an ethereal voice in the void.

“Everything you see is an illusion.”

“All kinds of illusions are born of the heart.”

“If you have some escape in your heart, you dare not face your own heart, and you are trapped by illusions, so you must not be empty, and therefore you must not go to the Hanging Temple.”

“Just wait for me here.”

While Qizhu’s voice echoed, Yang Taisui let out a long breath, and then, there was endless loss.

“Amitabha, in the end, can’t my cultivation still enter the Hanging Temple?”

Mrs. Yang lowered his head in disappointment, thoughtful.

His heart is indeed not empty, and he is even running away from certain things.

What he escaped was the “white case” of that year.

Yang Taisui was one of the masterminds of that year, so he has been trapped in it for so many years.

Mrs. Yang sighed and picked up the teacup on the table again.

But he found that although it was only for a moment, the teacup had dried up, leaving only filthy tea stains.

He kept beating drums in his heart, guessing how the first sermon of the Hanging Temple would handle this matter.

At this moment, a sudden Sanskrit sound echoed in Mrs. Yang’s ears.

It was as if millions of monks were chanting together.

In the midst of this Sanskrit sound, a vast and vast voice floated out like a rootless source.

That is the voice of the first sermon.

“I know about the Taoji.”

“The Buddha Gate is not to be blasphemed, and I have sent Qinian to put an end to this matter.”

The voice is thick and cloudy.

yet light and clear.

It is impossible to imagine what the owner of the voice is like.

Mrs. Yang got up respectfully, walked towards the void, and clasped his hands together.

“Thank you for the first sermon.”

Mrs. Yang knew that since the first seat of the sermon sent seven thoughts, then the matter could be closed.

Seven thoughts, people who exist in legends.

The Hanging Temple walks the world, practices in the unknowable place of the Buddha, and is the “Buddha son” in the world.

In the first year of the apocalypse, the heavens descended from the vision, because of fear, so he chewed his tongue into his belly, began to practice closed mouth meditation, and did not say a word for fourteen years.

And with his cultivation body, he was the first disciple of the Hanging Temple to preach the scriptures.

This person came forward to clean the portal, and Yang Taisui thought to himself that even if that Daoji had three heads and six arms, I was afraid that it would be useless.

Just as Mrs. Yang’s thoughts fell, there was a sudden violent tremor from the Langke Temple, which affected tens of miles in a radius of tens of miles.

Mrs. Yang was shocked and hurriedly went out to find out.

A huge golden “swastika” shimmers with Buddha light in the depths of the heavenly dome.

The whole world seemed to echo with the deafening sound of chanting.

The voice did not come from anywhere, but sounded from the bottom of one’s heart and echoed in one’s ears.

There is no escape, there is no escape.

Although it is a Sanskrit sound, if the concentration is not enough, it will only sound like a magic sound, and it will not be painful.

Mrs. Yang gritted his teeth and hurriedly chanted the Buddha trumpet with all his life’s work, and his breathing barely began to calm down.

The golden light is still shining.

At this time, there was a sudden change in the depths of the heavenly dome.

The clouds dispersed, and the birds gave way

I saw a figure coming from the depths of the heavenly dome, it was a monk.

Without a source, he seems to appear out of thin air.

The gray monk’s robe moved with the wind, and his face was as calm as water, without a trace of emotion, like a Buddha statue enshrined in a Buddha shrine.

Qi Nian stepped on the void and walked step by step from the depths of the heavenly dome.

With each fall of his footsteps, the Sanskrit sound of Langke Temple became a little louder.

He walked slowly, as if he had come from time immemorial.

It seems that he opened the world from Pangu, and walked there, all the way to the destruction of the world.

Qi Nian did not look at everything in this world, but only had a slight understanding, and then stepped on the void and walked towards the direction of the Great Departure Wudang.

At his feet, bursts of Brahma light turned into an endless bridge, crossing the heavenly dome.

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