Fu Canglu

Chapter 696 The Final Light
"In this world, everything that exists will eventually be destroyed."

Yi Xiao put down the image of the Bodhisattva, and on the lotus throne, there were one after another of talismans. When several Bodhisattvas practiced together in the Mount Putuo Dojo, they talked about the Tao all day long. Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva is the most.

Therefore, the largest Bodhisattva statue in the Sun Moon Buddha Altar on Mount Putuo is Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva.

On the lotus throne of the Bodhisattva, there was a scarlet talisman pasted on it, with a delicate and elegant name written on it.

From Ksitigarbha.

Looking at one by one, the bodhisattvas of that year had their own strengths, and among the talismans they left behind, there were some exquisite Buddhist teachings. For ordinary people, if they can listen to the holy voice of the Bodhisattvas, they can rest easy in this life It is considered a great fortune to advance into the realm of the Great Vajra.

But for Yi Xiao, it didn't have much impact.

Now it seems that I have reached the same level of practice as those bodhisattvas. No matter the fluctuations of the spirit and soul contained in these talismans, or the strength of will, I cannot make myself feel "obedient".

There are even some bodhisattvas whose practice philosophy I can't agree with. Looking at it carefully, if we look at it with the longevity method of combining Maharaja and Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, those bodhisattvas have gone astray.

The world has changed, except for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the rest of the ancient Buddhist Bodhisattvas have not even left behind the spiritual thoughts of reincarnation.

Yi Xiao put away the talisman. He stood in front of the statue of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva. It only took dozens of breaths to observe these talismans.

The good fortune that Qingshi said is in her eyes.

Yi Xiao raised his head and looked at Bodhisattva.

In those eyes, there is a familiar soul breath, and there is an unspeakable restlessness that makes my soul start to look forward to it.

The soul power gently tapped the Bodhisattva Dharma, and the shell of the sculpture that had been preserved for thousands of years began to peel off. From the first crack, a lotus flower bloomed rapidly, and then all the stone surfaces collapsed——

Yi Xiao's soul power caught that ray of soul very accurately.

The lotus clothes flew up, and he closed his eyes, relying on the precise direction of his spirit, he pulled out the white scarf wrapped around his forearm.

My mother's third spirit finally got her wish.

The three heavenly souls are gathered together.

Yi Xiao took a deep breath, he fell to the ground, and slowly opened his eyes.

The moment when the bodhisattva's Dharma image collapsed.

He finally understood what good fortune Qingshi was talking about.

At the sea bottom of the Tianji Sea, the mouth of the sea eye pressed by the image of the Bodhisattva, there is the first faint flame overflowing from the eyes of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva.

Then there was the second ray of flames. The cracks in the entire huge Bodhisattva statue burst into vigorous arrogance. In just a few breaths, along with the collapse of the Bodhisattva statue, the flames that had been stored in Mount Putuo for thousands of years Good fortune pours out!

The sky is full of fire and rain, winding around one person.

Yi Xiao looked at the green flames that spread continuously and covered the ground for a mile, and felt sad, and the tip of his nose suddenly felt sour.

The sixth key in the soul sea fell down extremely easily.

The third soul sea opened and expanded like the opening of the sky and the earth, and countless soul powers were brewed. The seventh key, the eighth key, and the ninth key were inserted into the soul sea of ​​the Dzogchen realm almost in an instant.

Nirvana flame, with only one wisp, can open up a second sea of ​​souls.

Now the sky is full of fire and rain, tens of millions.

In the sea of ​​flames, white scarves flew up.

This is the greatest gift a mother can give to her child.

"Whatever exists must perish."

"Then I will give it to you, the eternal existence and the eternal destruction."

"Longevity."

Yuan Tiangang's face was dull, he raised his eyebrows, and looked back at the Gao Gen gate.

The moment I push open the door, the time of the whole world will be pushed back to the starting point by myself.

Recast the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

He looked at the door calmly and numbly, standing behind the door in the deepest part of the darkness. After pushing it open, would he be able to go back to the past, return to the cloud-shrouded fairy tower in the sky, and rewrite everything?

The white minion boy repeated softly: "Everything that exists will be destroyed"

Immortals in the sky, Qionglou Yuque, the wind is the clothes and the clouds are the horses.

All kinds of things in the past, the past is a cloud of smoke.

The way of heaven collapsed, only because a sword fell.

Yuan Tiangang raised a hand to catch "Lu Chen" who was falling heavily, and he said slowly: "Even though there are eleven million kinds of destruction in this world, I can't accept this one alone. You stop in front of me, Trying to get me not to open the door is nothing more than that you have not experienced the pain of losing a loved one."

Qingshi's pupils suddenly shrank.

Yuan Tiangang, who was standing in front of Gao Gen's gate, raised his arm slowly and powerfully, and steadily raised the tip of Lu Chen's sword.

"All your persuasion and righteousness are just because you stand on the side that doesn't matter, stand on your own standpoint, you haven't even experienced pain, how can you know my pain?"

The tip of Lu Chenjian's sword began to linger with pure white immortal energy.

Yuan Tiangang gripped the sword with five fingers.

Sword qi burst out.

Jian Zongming's Dugu immediately shot away, chasing after the pure white sword energy, the two strands of sword energy were entangled together, entangled all the way, shooting out countless flames.

Qingshi looked at the young man who raised Lu Chen in astonishment. The sword energy shot out from the tip of Lu Chen's sword kept darting out of the ghost gate. If it shot into the human world, with the current luck in the Central Plains, how could it withstand Lu Chen's sword energy?

Jian Zongming has already made a move, everything is a sword, and on the way of the pure white sword energy flying, all things, even the nothingness of the way, have turned into countless sword energy, trying to block the way, in a very short time. After countless times of attrition, the sword energy finally disappeared slowly.

When Qingshi saw the boy holding the sword, he didn't show any trouble.

He had a firm face, clasped his hands together, and the Buddha's light suddenly burst out.

This time Yuan Tiangang did not shoot out sword energy again.

The white minion boy stood in front of the giant gate to the sky. He laughed softly, arched his body slightly, and with the hand holding the sword, he clenched five fingers together and pulled it slowly behind his head, pointing the tip of the sword in a certain direction. The portrait is like a big bow.

"Lu Chen" is like an arrow.

Qingshi's expression changed drastically, and he flew out.

"Lu Chen" was full of strength, and there was a dull and painful roar in front of the Tongtian Gate. The young man threw the sword of Lu Chen with all his strength.

That Lu Chen turned into a pitch-black arrow, and before it was shot, it kept rubbing against each other. The resentment and evil spirit of the ghost gate condensed and twisted all over the body. With an unmatched speed, he blasted out an unrivaled trajectory.

Trying to stop "Lu Chen", Qingshi, who resisted the sword with his body, was slapped away by an unstoppable aura within a radius of tens of feet of the arrow path.

Jian Zongming's pupils shrank, and the sword intent surged. The countless sword qi aroused by the realm of "one sword of all things" were shattered by "Lu Chen"'s rare blow, and could not be stopped at all.

So the sword thrown out of the gate of hell just like that.

Qingshi sat down on the ground, staring blankly at this scene.

Throwing "Lu Chen" with all his might, the white coir young man with his hands on his knees, bowed and gasped for breath.

Flying to the ghost gate, Jian Zongming, who still didn't give up until the end, wanted to stop the castration of "Lu Chen" with his sword, stretched out his hands, but only caught a passing black phantom.

Qingshi and Jian Zongming were pale.

A brief silence.

Then there was a "boom" that fell into the world.

It was harsher than any other sound.

Outside Liangjia City.

Jiang Qingyi, who led the charge, his face was full of blood, he had a majestic posture, charged and slashed in the black mist, although he had no buoyancy, he had rejuvenated to the realm of the soul saint, and a phantom of a thin swordsman appeared above his head, Surrounded by sword energy, the eerie ghost will collapse on its own when it encounters the righteous energy, and cannot get closer than three feet.

There is a sword spirit when you raise your head three feet.

Even so, his sword energy had already begun to tremble, and his vitality was almost dry.

Seven in and seven out.

There are too many of these Yin soldiers, and they can't kill them endlessly. If they don't go out of the city to fight, the people in the city will suffer unreasonable pain due to the constant impact of evil spirits.

Jiang Qingyi suddenly raised his head.

He felt the violent gust of wind somewhat bewilderedly.

From the distant sky, a dazzling white spot fell, dragging a slender tail, like a meteor that alternates day and night.

Then it fell to the ground, and there was a bang that could be heard even at an unknown distance.

The ground in Xiguan began to tremble continuously.

Jiang Qingyi's feet were unstable.

The mountains and rocks in the distance rose from the ground, the trees flew up, and then turned into nothingness.

Jiang Qingyi raised his head in bewilderment. The thin swordsman hanging over his head had no sadness or joy on his face. He stared at the shock wave spreading from a distance, as if he was watching the end and end of life. He slowly held the sword with both hands, One hand passed from the blade of the sword and touched the tip of the sword.

Just like countless times before, this phantom, at this moment, broke away from Jiang Qingyi's independent thoughts, flew out faintly, and stopped in front of the master.

One person and one sword.

Tens of thousands of cavalry in Xiguan.

Sixteen character battalion.

Killing the Yin soldiers who rushed into the battle.

A lingering black mist.

In the brief silence, the supreme noise ushered in.

The entire Liangjia City was submerged in white light in an instant.

Nalan in red, fighting with a sword in Beiyuan.

Behind him were the [-] grassland kings fighting bloody battles.

At the head of Luoyang City, Xiao Buyi fought endlessly with Yin soldiers.

The great master in Tsing Yi who fought side by side with him was Yi Shaoran.

At the head of Lanling City, Qi Shu, who has not closed his eyes for three days and three nights, is watching the black mist below the city.

The castle in the air, lying on the couch, the old man who finally opened his eyes.

In Xiao Wang's eyes, there was a gleam of light.

Everyone welcomes this light.

This is not a symbol of the newborn light.

The great world has been silent for a long time.

Like all people, all creatures, all died at this moment.

Someone stood in front of the Gao Gen door and said slowly, "It was this light that destroyed everything about me back then."

This is a touch, the last light.

(End of this chapter)