Fu Canglu

Chapter 74

On the top of the pagoda, the sword master raised his palms and lowered his eyebrows.

He is not as young as the rumors, his face is calm and compassionate, his white eyebrows are like frost, his white hair is like a waterfall. It's hard to move your eyes away from the magic.

Yi Xiao looked at the figure of Lord Sword Master.

After the faint sound of "entering the pagoda", people who stepped on the island couldn't help but move closer to the pagoda, wanting to see what it was all about.

Yi Xiao didn't move, he raised his head quietly, and looked at the sword master figure with white hair cascading down.

The sword master also looked at Yi Xiao.

Yi Xiao really saw the facial features of Lord Sword Master clearly, half of his face was covered by white hair, and the exposed half face was neither sad nor happy, solemn and sacred.

Lord Sword Master's lips moved slightly.

The second sound of entering the tower burst from his lips, but it spread slowly like Huang Zhong Dalu.

"Enter the tower."

The sound of entering the tower, with a strong fighting spirit, aroused the blood in the bones of the people. In the third round of the reception, everyone changed from walking to running, wishing to enter the tower immediately for the final battle on the chess path.

Yi Xiao suddenly started to run, stepped on one step, his blood surged, roaring like the sea, and he shot out like a bow!

The black-clothed figure suddenly jumped up, wanting to see Lord Sword Master clearly.

a little closer.

Suddenly there are bells and drums ringing
Lord Sword Master chuckled slightly, his figure swaying slightly.

Immediately it disappeared.

The black-clothed boy who shot out stopped in the air, and fell to the ground with a heavy weight in front of everyone's eyes.

The stupa opened slowly.

Among the crowd, a black figure shot down like an arrow.

In the midst of everyone's attention, smoke and dust splashed all over the place.

The gate of the pagoda opened, and the figure of the boy in black stood in front of everyone.

Thoughtful, he raised his eyes and looked at the stupa.

The pagoda in front of me is magnificent without losing its grandeur, but it is ancient but solemn and sacred.

The contestants holding the tokens for the third round of the reception all bowed solemnly in front of the pagoda, worshiped earnestly, and thought twice before stepping into the pagoda.

Yi Xiao didn't speak, let alone salute.

His complexion was a little pale, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, and he finally chose to enter the pagoda.

When the 39 finalists of the cocktail reception entered the interior of the pagoda, the gate was slowly closed.

The pagoda is extremely ethereal, and there is silence in the ears.

Suddenly an understatement sounded.

"The person who climbs the pagoda is the leader of the reception."

So far, no more words.

There is no trace of incense in the first floor of the pagoda, the walls are carved empty, and there are countless Buddhist collections inside. The dome is carved with an extremely magnificent mural.

On it, the Buddha smiles, the Bodhisattva crosses his legs, and the Vajra glares.

It is really a majestic Buddhist holy place, why did you choose this place as the place for the decisive battle of the reception?
The Four Great Chess Masters raised their heads slightly, their eyes touched the mural, their pupils shrank slightly, a smile appeared on their faces, and then their moods became peaceful.

Even the son Xiaotao, who is as militant as his chess master, looked up at the magnificent mural on the dome, his complexion softened, and his heart became extremely peaceful, as if more than ten years of chess battles had turned into smoke and smoke in the past. The outcome will be decided, but it is nothing.

"Buddhist Holy Land?"

Yi Xiao looked at the dome, and his heart actually calmed down slowly. The uneasiness caused by the tension was swept away at this moment, and even the appearance of the dragon and snake calmed down unexpectedly.

The murals on the dome are detailed and lifelike.

As long as you take a look at it, even your soul can't help but immerse yourself in it.

At the first glance, I just felt that the Buddha and Bodhisattva were slowly smiling at me. After careful consideration, you will see clearly that the Buddha turned out to be making a mudra with his fingers, and the clean bottle of rain in the Bodhisattva's hand turned into raindrops.

What a piece of bliss, no grudges.

Looking at it further, there are millions of sentient beings in the three thousand great thousand worlds.

Where does bliss come from?
Love, hate, anger, ignorance, all kinds of ignorance, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, all kinds of thoughts are like floating clouds in the sky, and countless raindrops pour out from the Bodhisattva's pure bottle.

Eyebrows are frowning like crying, lips pursed like resentment, eye movements are for love, and facial features are sad for hate.

All kinds of emotions can't help but emerge in my heart.

Sentient beings are no longer smiling.

Then extremely weird and terrifying things emerged in the Paradise of Elysium.

The big Buddha is holding flowers and making seals, and the corner of his mouth is slightly blooming. It is not a smile, but a sad and crying face!
The Bodhisattva's clean bottle was tipped over, and what slowly flowed out from the mouth of the bottle was not rain, but a drop of bewitching red blood!

The Buddha's eyes were empty and turned into a black hole that devoured people; the scarlet corner of the Bodhisattva's mouth was shocking.

All living beings smiled happily, then their smiling faces turned into crying faces, and they howled miserably to the sky. Their skin and flesh faded away and turned into white bones. Sitting cross-legged in the sky, the Buddha nature of the Buddha who saved all sentient beings disappeared, and his flesh and blood were like flowers, blooming delicately and beautifully.

The world used to be bliss, but now it has turned into a hell.

The whole world became crazy and terrifying.

All sentient beings sink in the sea of ​​blood, and cannot escape, and they will be dragged into hell; the bloody rain of the Bodhisattva falls, and the living beings turn into dry bones.

Yi Xiao's complexion was extremely pale, and his spirit was out of control. Amidst countless wailing sounds, the Buddha in the mural stretched out a bergamot-like hand, as if he wanted to pull himself into the painting and experience bliss together.

Qinglian was shocked suddenly.

A big sun floated out from the back of Yi Xiao's head, keeping the Lingtai a bit clear.

The sacred thought in his heart dissipated, and the mural suddenly shook. The bone hand seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer, and it retracted into the painting with a howl.

Yi Xiao was terrified, bit the tip of her tongue ruthlessly, and then stretched out a hand very quickly to cover her eyes tightly.

The scene of hell was instantly blocked by the palm of his hand.

His eyes were pitch black, and there was no illusion, and the endless echoes in his ears gradually dissipated.

Yi Xiao lowered her head slowly, unwilling to open her eyes for a long time.

His face was pale, the corner of his mouth was bleeding from the bitten tip of his tongue, and his mind was in chaos, thinking of the figure of the sword master he saw when he jumped to the highest point.

The white hair of the figure was blown to pieces by the wind, revealing the entire face.

Half laughing, half pity.

Half bliss, half hell.

On the palm of the compassionate hand standing on the chest, the red thread is swimming, and the five fingers are like hooks.

Just taking a closer look is like falling into hell.

It turns out that hell is like this.

Yi Xiao didn't want to open her eyes.

If what you see is a human tragedy, like being in an endless hell, who wants to open their eyes again?
His face was pale, and something suddenly came to his mind, and he finally understood where his absurd uneasiness came from.

Great Alchemy said to himself that the gate of hell is closed.

And when he set foot on the island in the middle of the lake, he felt a lingering fear in his heart.

It has never been heard that there is a pagoda on the island in the center of Shenjian Lake.

This stupa does not appear here for no reason.

Where does the world connected by this pagoda lead?

"gate of hell"

"gate of hell!"

Great horror.

After a long time, Yi Xiao waited for her heartbeat to calm down before opening her eyes with lingering fear.

That mural is too strange to look at again.

He looked around, and it turned out that everyone raised their heads, smiled, and stared directly at the dome.

Yi Xiao's face was pale.

He watched people wake up from the mural one after another, with compassionate smiles on their faces, and a clear mind.

What did they see?
Yi Xiao's voice was hoarse, and he asked a person beside him who opened his eyes.

"What do you see?"

The man's face burst into a smile, and his voice was steady but hard to restrain his joy, and he said: "All living beings have no sorrow, and all the three thousand worlds will achieve ultimate happiness."

Yi Xiao pursed her lips tightly, the young master Xiaotao, Tang Muran and the four major chess masters did not open their eyes.

One by one, he asked the awakened people around him what they could see in the murals.

Nothing but bliss.

All of them are smiling.

Yi Xiao couldn't help stretching out a hand, and slowly stroked the dry and painful eyes.

There was an unprecedented brilliance of blue light there, and it was unwilling to dissipate for a long time.

The vision blessed by the lotus plant can see through all illusions and penetrate the essence.

When everyone looked up, they were all peaceful and blissful.

Only what he saw was a miserable scene in the world, a piece of hell.

At this time, a voice came.

"Unfortunately, I didn't get to see bliss." The man laughed at himself and said, "It's because my aptitude is too low, or my eyesight is bad."

Everyone's eyes subconsciously paused for a moment on this really ordinary person, and then the young man named Jiang Qingyi turned pale and spoke calmly.

"I saw hell."

All sentient beings see bliss, but I hear it is hell.

(End of this chapter)