Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

Chapter 155 Don't Cultivate Immortals! ! !

The scorching flames came through the open door, giving people a burning feeling throughout their bodies.

The eyes of the two were staring at the door, as if they were staring directly at the sun. A strong tingling sensation came from the eye sockets, and people couldn't help looking away. The eyes were violently stimulated, and tears fell down involuntarily.

Inside that portal, there seems to be a sun hidden!
Fortunately, this heat wave came and went quickly.

When the door was completely opened, all the heat flow dissipated.

The expression on Wang Mang's face was somewhat stiff, this god wouldn't be able to speak well, would he?Do you have to give a blow over and over again?

"Go in?"

Wang Mang looked at the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus, the one who holds the Heart Sutra of the White Lotus here is the real inheritor.

"It's okay, let's go!"

The Holy Maiden of the White Lotus bit her red lips lightly, grabbed Wang Mang's hand, and walked into the opened door with a slight lead of half a body.

There is no heat flow in the passage, and it even looks a little cold and lonely, making people suspect that everything they saw before was just an illusion.

The footsteps of the two landed on the hard stone, and there was a crisp sound, which echoed around.

Neither of them said a word, only the sweat on their palms could feel each other.

This is the inheritance of the immortals!

It is something that Emperor Zongming has never seen in more than [-] years of seeking immortality!

At the beginning, Emperor Zongming finally waited for the heaven to descend to the fairy fate, but he was smashed to death by Moqiu with three punches, and Dayue was also devastated because of this, and rebels rose everywhere.

However, as the saying goes, there is no place to find if you break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

I am afraid that Emperor Zong Ming never thought that the inheritance of immortals that he was thinking of was hidden in the hands of the White Lotus Sect, which could not be wiped out, and was hidden in the territory of Dayue!
The two walked very slowly, and after walking forward for about a quarter of an hour, their eyes suddenly opened up!
The originally not narrow but not spacious passage came to an end, and a huge space appeared in front of the two of them.

This should be the interior of the mountain connected by an underground river, but part of the interior of the mountain has been forcibly dug out by unknown means, and there is no entrance to the outside world, let alone the clues.

But even if only a part of the mountain was dug up, the two people in it still seemed too small.

What is even more surprising is that the inside of the excavated mountain is empty at first glance. Only the mountain itself has countless brightly colored patterns that are unreasonable, making it completely unobscured.

Rather than saying those things are patterns, perhaps it should be called murals!

The mural in front of me was the most conspicuous. The first time I saw that mural, my whole mind was completely drawn into it.

A round of bright red blood-like sun was suspended above the sky. When the gaze was fixed on the big sun, a burning sensation rose from the bottom of my heart naturally, and I could see the raging flames.

That round of blood sun hangs high above the sky, shining on everything in the world, and the endless flames come down, burning everything that exists, and it is extremely majestic.

But Da Ri is not the protagonist of this extremely huge mural!

Under the great sun, or rather in a place extremely far away, there is a group of people who are as insignificant as ants in comparison.

Those people flew into the sky to show off what they had learned, flying swords, talisman seals, and all kinds of unnamed banners, and even a mysterious formation covering the sky and the earth, and rose up to resist under the power of the great sun. .

Countless brilliance erupted, some roared, some despaired, and some wailed.

But at the very center of the mural, there is a man holding a spear, and his robe is covered with blood. Only those eyes that are only slightly exposed, with the belief and determination to go forward, roar like thunder, and the weapon is aimed at the blood sun high above the sky. , waved the Chang Ge in his hand!

A burst of inexplicable fluctuations with unprecedented will and determination broke through all the shackles, surpassing thousands of magical weapons.

At the moment when the long dagger was swung, the bloody sun that was originally high above and overlooking all living beings really went away quickly!
The Chang Ge dances, and the Great Sun retreats!
Swing away the sun! ! !
Consciousness returns to the physical body, and everything is like a flower in a mirror.

"Huh, that's amazing."

Wang Mang, who came back to his senses, let out a sigh of relief, full of surprise.

It was clearly a mural that would not move, but it really made him completely immersed in it, unable to extricate himself, as if he had witnessed a group of immortals launching a counterattack against the sun in the sky in the past!
There seems to be some kind of extremely strong spiritual imprint contained in that pair of murals. Although it is not as vast and immeasurable as the Wusheng old mother guarding outside the door, it is more in line with the spiritual will of the person himself.

At least Wang Mang can recall that feat of retreating from the sun in his mind at any time.

"Wang Lang also saw it?"

Seeing Wang Mang's reaction, Maiden Bailian was thoughtful, "It seems that as long as you enter here, it won't have any special influence."

"An unheard of mural, do you think the things in this painting are true? Could it be that a group of immortals really launched a counterattack against the sun in the sky? What about our current sun? Where are those immortals now?"

Several questions popped out of Wang Mang's mouth, and countless doubts spread out.

The inheritance left by the immortal is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, so it should have a meaning.

Compared with the tricks of immortals, Wang Mang is more willing to believe that the hidden and appropriate inheritance of the white lotus must have its roots.

"I'm just a saint, not a fairy!"

The Holy Maiden of the White Lotus said dumbfoundedly: "Except for the White Lotus Heart Sutra, what I know is similar to what Wang Lang knows. However, according to the classics in the church, these murals are very likely to be some kind of metaphor. and code words"

Whether it is Buddhism, Taoism, or even the classics of the White Lotus Sect, one needs to have extremely profound insights and extensive experience to be able to read them. Simply reading is not enough, one must also study and understand.

So that a thousand people can realize a thousand differences, which of course can be said to be a hundred flowers blooming, but also because of this, it is inevitable that there will be different opinions and different opinions on what the original meaning is.

After all, it's not just that there are many factions within the White Lotus Sect. Could it be that Buddhism and Taoism are gone?
Even the leader of Bailian couldn't completely integrate the internal thoughts, let alone the saint!
"Is the fairy not talking well?"

Wang Mang had no choice but to look at the mural in front of him again.

After several experiments, he found that as long as he stared at the mural for no more than three breaths, he would not be forced to immerse himself in it to observe it again.

But other problems also arise from this.

He had seen the murals about four times, and his hair was burnt.

Moreover, the gestures of his hands and feet are somewhat similar to the man in the painting who wields the long dagger!
If it wasn't for the reminder from the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus, he wouldn't even have found out.

Although he was looking at the painting, the things in the painting could exert an influence on the outside world. Whether it was the big sun or the person wielding the spear, they all left their marks on him. This is an unheard of miracle!
This is probably a means that only immortals can master!
After being reminded, Wang Mang looked away, and he was convinced that there were no words left on the original mural.

"Don't look too much, I always have some hairs in my heart."

Touching the scorched and curly hair that had been roasted by the nameless fire, Wang Mang said with lingering fear.

"There's more ahead!"

The Holy Maiden of the White Lotus held Wang Mang's palm, which was much warmer than ordinary people, and reminded him not to dwell too long in front of the first mural.

Such a hollowed out cave has more than just a single mural!
"If you accidentally fall into it again, you must remind me."

Perhaps because of not practicing the White Lotus Heart Sutra, Wang Mang is far more likely to immerse himself in it than the White Lotus Saintess, and problems may arise if he is not careful.

Walking past the first mural named by Wang Mang as "Waving the Ge and Retiring the Sun", another mural appeared in front of us.

A full moon hangs high in the sky, and the moonlight is so thick that it is almost substantial, turning into a silver ocean.

Under the silver ocean, a green lotus rooted in nothingness.

The green lotus folded its petals together and overlapped each other, it was hard to see exactly how many petals it looked like.

Behind the green lotus, there are thousands of golden lotuses that are weaker than it, fluttering around, as if cheering for it.

The moonlight became more and more vigorous, and it almost turned into a horse and fell from the sky, falling into the green lotus.

As a result, Qinglian became more and more solid, and a vaguely elegant and dusty aura permeated, and there was also a kind of shocking fluctuation.

The fluctuation became more and more violent, and when it reached its peak, the full moon hanging high in the sky suddenly shattered, and all the silver lights were absorbed by Qinglian!
And Qinglian's extreme fluctuations finally erupted at this moment, relying on the emptiness to control the sky, higher than the full moon!
The petals that were originally closed together suddenly opened, but they couldn't see the original appearance at all.

Just one petal can cover the sky!

However, the tens of thousands of golden lotuses that were originally staying behind the green lotus were withering and decaying at a rapid speed when the green lotus was fully sublimated. It fell apart.

The picture like a branding image disappeared from his mind, and Wang Mang came back to his senses again.

"What is this?"

Compared with the more or less simple and easy-to-understand slashing back at the beginning, this picture of the ascension of the Qinglian is completely impossible for Wang Mang.

Leaving aside the fact that the full moon is still fine at this time, what is Qinglian flying up to do with the crumbling full moon?
And shouldn't the tens of thousands of golden lotuses following Qinglian be a sign of Taoism?

Why did Qinglian fly up, and those golden lotus were wiped out first?

Celebrating suicide?
What could this be a metaphor for?

"If you don't understand, don't think about it. The things left by the immortal must have meaning. We don't know, maybe we can find something later when the Gu brother you know well comes."

The Holy Maiden of the White Lotus patted Wang Mang's hand and comforted her.

"Look at it first!"

Wang Mang nodded and continued walking towards the next mural.

Compared with the previous two murals, the third mural is bigger, so big that people have to keep turning their heads in the cave to finish it.

That's several figures hidden in the shadows fighting each other!
Even the murals can't clearly outline their figures, only a few strokes can imitate a vague appearance.

One of the figures has the light of Buddha illuminating the heavens and the earth in all directions. It seems that there are thousands of Buddhas chanting sutras under his seat, and the magnificent but empty voice penetrates the heavens and the world.

However, that is not the mantra of the Buddha's voice that blesses the world. The Buddha's light swept through it, and the light of the stars in the sky disappeared together, disappeared into nothingness, and completely disappeared.

There is also a person wearing a Taoist robe, stretching out his palm in front of him. The creatures from all over the world live in front of that palm. There are still various heroes fighting in it. Those who kill each other, time flies by in His hands.

However, the next moment, that big hand seized it suddenly!
The vast world originally inhabited by endless creatures has disappeared without a trace, as if it has never existed.

What surprised Wang Mang the most was that in the palm of his hand, he saw a very familiar brand mark at a glance.

In the first picture, the existence who swung his spear and retreated to the sun also resides in it!
Even the great day has to back away from the power, facing that kind of indescribable power, but there is not even a little room to struggle, or even react at all!
And the last one looks even weirder.

He doesn't even have a specific shape, but only outlines an all-encompassing circle with blurred lines.

Inside the round object, there are also stars in the sky ups and downs, and creatures from all worlds dance, but they finally did not practice the way of destruction like the previous two.

The flow of time is extremely fast in that circle, new life is born every moment, and old life grows old.

Until a certain moment, a creature approached the boundary of the circle.

In an instant, a special wave descended on the insignificant circular object, and the creatures near the boundary of the circle disappeared in a flash.

With the passage of time, more and more creatures approached the ring, and the ring finally started to fight back.

A large number of creatures fell down, unable to stand up again.

But resistance works.

Different from the previous two, this time, a creature really broke out of the circle!

But Wang Mang hadn't had time to rejoice for the creature who escaped the fate of extinction, but the endless creatures in the circle heard the sound of mourning!
All previous efforts have turned into shackles at this moment, and an unforeseen disaster has come!

Countless creatures are extinct!
When Wang Mang turned his head to look at another place, he was surprised to find that in the dark, there were still dormant beings who were slightly smaller than the three on the bright surface, but not much inferior, and were peeping at everything. , but I want to look more carefully but I can't see clearly at all.

The whole body is cold, and the whole body is icy cold.

Malice is everywhere, covering everything at all times.

After reading all the murals, Wang Mang was panting heavily, his thoughts seemed to be filled with something abruptly, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

This time, he didn't even want to comment.

These things are beyond comprehension and imagination for mortals to see.

But the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus tugged at his hand again, pointed her other slender finger at one place, and said in a trembling voice, "Look."

"Ok?"

Following the direction of the finger of the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus, Wang Mang said in his heart that he has seen countless worlds collapse, so what is there to be surprised about?
However, the moment his eyes touched there, Wang Mang felt that his heart seemed to be tightly seized.

Countless criss-cross lines spread on the mountain wall, and he had always thought that they were the lines left by the excavated murals.

Now he realizes that he was dead wrong.

Those criss-cross lines are not leftovers from the engraving of the murals, but rather veins of blood vessels that connect all the murals and finally come together.

Condensed into an eye more real than all the murals, it was staring at them.

The big eye was mottled with blood and tears, winding and flowing, and finally condensed into a line of bloody characters under the eye.

[Don't cultivate immortals! ! ! 】

(End of this chapter)