Fu Canglu

Chapter 671 The Last Tribulation

"Kneel! Get down!"

The holy mountain trembled.

The green-robed man had his knees on the ground, his sea of ​​souls was trembling because of those two words from the tenth realm, almost collapsing.

The snow and fog filled the air, and Yi Xiao walked out slowly.

Qinghuo looked at the black-robed lotus-clothed human in front of him, his heart trembled, and the Dzogchen realm melted by the ten keys began to fluctuate slightly, even unstable.

On the snowy ground in the distance, someone was crying with joy.

The old man Bai was full of tears, choked up and unable to speak, clenched his hands into fists, and slammed the ground hard, causing snow to splash everywhere.

This familiar feeling.
In the snow and mist, Yi Xiao said softly: "After collecting all ten keys, the blood of the Yaozu will be perfect. I'm looking forward to what will happen after that cave is opened."

His Highness stretched out a finger and touched Qing Huo's forehead.

Qing Huo, who was half kneeling on the ground, trembled all over.

"You were originally a ray of flame under the pool of blood. You were able to take shape and then had such a great fortune. Collect ten keys, the legacy of ten great sages of the monster race."

"The physical body is probably as strong as Qingshi. The causal sword energy can cut off the arm, but the flame body can still regenerate infinitely." Yi Xiao stared at the young man in green robe who was half kneeling on the ground, and said, "It's a pity that you are just a A fragile flame can be extinguished as soon as it is blown. The impact of the tenth realm of soul power can extinguish your flame."

Qinghuo's body trembled to the extreme, he raised his head, his eyes were full of fear and pleading.

Yi Xiao's sword energy burst out gently from his fingertips, scraping off a piece of flesh and blood on Qinghuo's forehead. The big monster let out a miserable scream, covered his forehead with his hands, and curled up on the ground with a bloody breath in his throat.

There was a drop of green blood on Yi Xiao's fingertips, and the liquid-filled outer layer was covered with a layer of bluish-white flames, boiling and burning slowly in nothingness.

The little highness looked calm, pointing his finger in the air, moving slowly.

With that finger as the boundary, ripples appeared in the void.

A bridge was built in the nothingness, and the breath of ancient wildness came from the other side of the void.

The aura under the holy mountain moved the clouds on the top of the mountain, and a black thread descended from the sky in the entire western region, falling slowly and firmly, and finally piercing through the sky and the earth.

Ten keys to open the legacy.

Qinghuo, who was curled up on the ground, raised his head somewhat bewilderedly, then stared blankly at the shadow in the void.

The old man Bai was talking to himself in a daze.

"Maharaja's Cave"

Yi Xiao's face was serious, he picked up Qinghuo's collar, and said calmly: "Didn't you always want this good luck?"

The two figures stepped into the black line, and the shadow of the entire cave seemed to be cut by a sword. The strong wind rolled the snow, the black line dispersed, and finally the bottom of the holy mountain was completely white.

In the darkness, the cyan flame turned out to be the only light source.

Qinghuo's consciousness was constantly trembling, his voice was unsteady, and he asked tremblingly.

"How could this be?"

Yi Xiao, who was carrying the green fire, looked at the huge silhouette gradually rising in the darkness in the distance, two huge canines rose upwards, and black smoke lingered between the two canines.

"The Maharaja's cave has never been reserved for those who have collected all ten keys."

Yi Xiao said calmly: "Whether it is through a unique method to collect all the keys to open the door, or an outlier like you, if you really set foot here, it is a dead end."

Qinghuo's arms are no longer transformed, but turned into dots of lingering flames. He lowered his head, and in the black mist, there are bones everywhere, dead monsters, and even the waist cards and bones of the masters of the Western Regions. As well as the legacy of demon weapons and inheritance.

In the darkness, Qing Huo's voice seemed a bit miserable.

"These strong men from the Western Regions are all dead?"

"They're all dead." Yi Xiao replied simply and neatly, "Because they're not strong enough. If it were you, you wouldn't be able to survive."

His Highness took a serious look at the green fire in his hand, and his whole body began to crumble. He said calmly, "I'll give you another 1000 years. When you reach the end of your lifespan, coming here will be a dead end."

"How many masters of the monster race have reached the end of their lives, dare not die, do not want to fall, gathered ten keys to open the cave, and gambled their luck." He said with a smile: "But even the majesty's coercion can't bear it." , as long as you accept the baptism of the monster blood pool, then it has nothing to do with this secret technique of longevity."

Qinghuo tremblingly asked: "Why?"

Yi Xiao was silent for a moment, then raised her head and said with emotion: "Because the longevity method of the Western Regions requires a perfect human body, so no matter how powerful the monster race is, it doesn't meet the requirements."

Qinghuo let out a miserable laugh, his body began to scatter, and under the oppression of the ancestors of the Western Regions, little flames began to scatter, like an ancient lamp with its gauze shattered.

"Keep the last bit of spirit." Yi Xiao said flatly, "I will protect your life."

Qing Huo, who was held in his hand, raised his head, and before he could say anything, he just glanced at Yi Xiao with great gratitude, closed his eyes, and dispersed his body in a large scale. A small cyan flame snake was formed, and finally it meandered and engraved slowly, like a tattoo. After it solidified, it was a cyan flame like a lotus flower.

Yi Xiao glanced at the corpses around, and walked towards the huge canine teeth in the distance.

It was the corpse of an ancient monster, and the maharaja's cave was hidden in the mouth of that huge corpse. Looking at the outline of the canine teeth, even if the cultivation of this ancient monster was not as good as that of the ten great sages of the monster race, I am afraid it would be different. Not far away.

Even such an existence has fallen here.

Yi Xiao took a deep breath, stretched out an arm, with the palm facing down, and the engraved blue flames hung down the flames, like a fluttering lantern.

The lotus clothes fly up and down.

Finally came to the front of the cave.

Yi Xiao thought for a long time, stood quietly in front of the cave, and then said a word.

"excuse me."

The ancient lamp went out.

The whole hall is dark.

The sound of the Buddhist chants in Darong Temple resounded faintly, only inside the hall could hear it, the outside of the hall had already fallen asleep, and Yangguan Valley was completely silent at this time.

Qingshi sat alone on the futon, hasty and short images flashed in his mind.

He closed his eyes, but a stream of golden blood overflowed from between his brows.

It's like opening the eyes of the sky, and can look directly at any place in the world.

He gazed into the darkest abyss in the world.

The ups and downs of the sea of ​​blood, countless undead, and the interface between the world and the ghosts have accumulated to the point where it is the most overwhelming.

That is a door.

This side of the door is bright, beautiful, and human.

The other side of the door is almost broken.

The six spirits of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva faintly emerged on the top of his skull.

The Tantu Bodhisattva, holding a human-headed banner in his left hand and nectar in his right hand, has a compassionate and compassionate face and suppresses sentient beings in the hell realm.

Sitting on the path of hungry ghosts, the Jewel Bodhisattva hangs high, holds the jewel in his left hand, and forms the seal of nectar in his right hand. He sits with his back facing the Jewel Bodhisattva on the top of the path of animals. The two smile, but they are different.

Bodhisattva Bodhisattva holds the seal of fearlessness, glaring at him, and sits on the path of Asura.

Bodhisattva Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha holds a tin staff high in his left hand, and makes a wish seal with his right hand, removing the obstacles of the eight sufferings for people and helping humanity.

In the last round of the big day, Bodhisattva Sunlight Ksitigarbha rotates the wish-fulfilling orb with his left hand, and seals the Dharma seal with his right hand, illuminating the five declines of heaven and man, and saving the way of heaven.

The spirits of the six realms are all gathered together!
Ksitigarbha Sutra of the Ten Wheels, ten rounds of suffering, to save the world.

The young monk sitting on the futon had more and more blood overflowing from the eyes between his brows. He was smiling and not in pain.

The celestial eye that can see the suffering and joy of life and death of all beings in the six realms.

The heavenly ear that can hear all kinds of sounds in the world.

He can see what is in the minds of all living beings.

A supernatural power that can appear anywhere in the world.

Can know the fate of the reincarnation for thousands of years.

Of the six magical powers, only the last one is left.

The omissions are cleared up, cutting off all views, thoughts and confusions of the three realms, and not being born and dying in the three realms.

longevity.

eternal life.

This is. Leaking all supernatural powers.

He practiced closed-mouth meditation, accumulated karma for a year, and scriptures for a year, and now he reads it day and night, and all of this will come naturally, as if it should have been so long ago.

Qingshi knew that he would usher in such a day sooner or later, but fortunately, the reason why the ghost gate has not been broken is because of the man sitting in front of the gate.

The faint white bones poured eighteen layers of hell.

That person is sitting on the eighteenth floor of hell.

The young monk sitting on the futon was smiling, but his brows could not be stretched.

The gathering of the five supernatural powers allowed him to see certain scenes that he shouldn't have seen.

The greatest catastrophe in the world, the haunting thoughts of the ghost gate, combined with the vague shadow.

On the day he walked out of the pagoda, he took the pear blossoms from Yangguan Valley to put out the fire in Luoyang City.

Now, in my memory, I have returned to that scene.

The fire in Luoyang City scattered, and all living beings cried.

The six realms of reincarnation in this world will not be sad because of the death of one person. The reincarnation of life and death is endless. Whether it is an emperor or a grassroots man, his life should end when it comes to the end.

As it is with one person, so it is with a country.

During the fire in Luoyang City, the stumbled man from the Cao family fought his way back through the sea of ​​flames, and finally returned to his bedroom.

The flames burned into the air, and the fate of everything, the curve changed by him, returned to the point where it should have appeared.

Was it me who caused the disaster at the gate of hell?

Shouldn't he save the fire?
Qingshi's lips lost all color, and his complexion was also as pale as paper.

He discarded all distracting thoughts and chanted obscure scriptures.

"For example, the three thousand great thousand worlds. All the vegetation, forests, rice, hemp, bamboo, reeds, mountains, rocks, and dust, each of which is counted, forms a Ganges"

"One Ganges sand, one sand, one realm; within one realm, one dust, one kalpa, and within one kalpa, the number of dusts accumulated will fill up to one kalpa"

"Since Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has attained the fruit position of the tenth ground, it has been a thousand times more than the above metaphor. What's more, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is in the shravaka and pratyekabuddha grounds."

After a pause.

He paused and said, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

(End of this chapter)