"Of course I can't be asking you. A middle-aged man's deep voice came, his voice was solid and powerful, like a spear with a large pole spitting fire in his hand, "The fourth road in the northwest, I will accept it." ”

"No shot...... Desperate Spear Saint Li He is coming!"

Before the exclamation fell, someone else said: "The strength of the two Dao brothers is beyond the reach of the dust, and the pity makes the colorful divine fire in this fat gourd only block the two roads in the northeast." ”

An old monk followed and walked out: "Good and good, monks should be compassionate, and the two roads in the southwest are enough to comfort the wind and dust." ”

The appearance of these people fell on everyone's heads like thunder, and it completely exploded!

Dusk fades, the silver moon is like a hook, and the stars are dotted in the sky, but this beauty gives people an unprecedented chill here.

"Fire Dao people, little sword demon Dugu Sheng, white-eyed old Buddha Ning Zhi, cyclamen Sun Ming, Spear Saint Li Helai...... This...... What kind of basket is this poking today?"

"Today's treasure hunting, most of them are hanging ......"

At this very moment-

"Nam no Amitabha ......"

A Buddha horn frightened the heavens and the earth, and the stars seemed to be covered by the golden bucket, without leaking any light, and many powerful people were all frightened!

The owner of the robe stood on a lonely peak, his clothes were ragged, and the top of his head was bare under the moonlight, shiny and shiny, only around the side of the ear with orange-yellow hair shaped like a withered tree.

This monk is two feet tall, his arms are above his knees, and he looks like a tall and strong pine and cypress from a distance.

Behind him stood several monks with hair, also dressed in the same barren and sloppy manner, also nearly two feet high, with their hands folded, like scarecrows stuck on the ground, no matter how big the movement was, they were as steady as a rock, isolated from the world.

"That group of arrogant bitter people in the Foshan Mi Cultivation Realm!"

"That yellow-haired one...... Could it be ...... The Supreme Golden Wheel Living Buddha in the Mystic Cultivation Realm! A hidden living Buddha who is not on the list of gods, but has the strength of the god list! It is rumored that his strength has already crossed the avenue to break through delusion, and the extreme realm has returned to the true body, and he has gone to the Mahayana, and the Dharma is even more extraordinary than ordinary people, and the Buddhist scriptures praise life and death, which is unfathomable. ”

"Golden Wheel Living Buddha!" everyone was surprised, just a few words on the list of gods made people frightened, many people have heard of this name, the supreme living Buddha in the cultivation world, there are three articles and twelve realms of practice, the foundation chapter of the practice of qi, the spiritual sea, Vientiane, the spring, the transformation of the realm is the Tao fruit, the cave ruins, the same name of the purple mansion of the people's realm, the Yuan Baby, into the avenue chapter, then to eliminate the demon barriers, overcome the demons, and then enter the realm of breaking delusion, and then return to the truth is the realm of returning to the truth, and then "Tao and I are one", is the realm of integration, and finally, absolutely outside the world, step into the pinnacle

Multiply!

If you are lucky enough to go one step further and break through the Mahayana entrance, you will be the immortal path that all cultivators look up to! There are only a handful of such people for hundreds of thousands of years.

Not to mention becoming immortals, those who have entered the Mahayana realm throughout the ages have all been crowned emperors and sanctified, not to mention that in today's Shenzhou Continent, where basic spiritual power is extremely scarce, the world of flowers and flowers is bizarre, and most of the half-step powers derived from the realm of breaking delusion are broken.

The Golden Wheel Living Buddha in front of him has reached the realm of integration, with only Zen and indifference in his eyes, in the words of Buddhism, he has six pure roots, and in Jiang Chang'an's words, he has emasculated the root of human life.

The most eye-catching thing is the Buddha beads he wears around his neck, which are different from the fire crystal glass beads worn by several monks behind him, and the golden wheel living Buddha is wrapped around his neck with air-dried human heads! These people are all hairless, as if they were monks before their deaths, and they are of different sizes and shapes, which are very different.

There are baby heads as small as fists, with empty eye sockets and cracked corners of the mouth to make up a crying expression, and there are also big gourd heads angry and hideous, joyful, angry, and sad......

No more, no less, thirty-two!

"Thirty-two phases of Guanyin!" someone exclaimed, his voice trembling.

"What are the 32 phases of Guanyin? What the hell is that? How can anyone hang the head of a dead man around his neck?"

"The 32 phases of Guanyin are the magic weapons of the Golden Wheel Living Buddha's practice and casting, each head reaches the officials and dignitaries, down to the peddlers and pawns, there are men, women, old people, and children, the identity and strength are all different, and they strive to take all the things in the world, that is, 'all living beings are the Dharma without phase', but ......"

"Just what?"

"It's just strange, once there was occasional news of immortal treasures in Shenggu Shenzhou, but it has never been able to alarm the Golden Wheel Living Buddha to come here like today......"

"Could it be that he didn't come here for this immortal treasure at all?"

", come here either for the fairy treasure or to save people, what else?"

After a moment of silence, the narrator said lightly: "I have heard that the Golden Wheel Living Buddha is a magic weapon that secretly combines the thirty-three heavens and outer heavens, and there should be a total of thirty-three heads, and the thirty-three heads have not been collected so far......

Thinking of this moment, everyone was shocked, and the cold light suddenly stood up, and they all looked at the top of the mountain-

"All he lacks is the head of a cultivator with outstanding talent and can be called the ultimate demon!!"

......

The moonlight is getting brighter and colder.

In the dilapidated alley, two lonely afterimages sat opposite each other, black and white on the chessboard, and fierce battles were raging.

"My own son is almost out of breath, but you can still play chess with the old madman here

。 The old chess madman held the roast chicken in one hand and gnawed on the chicken with his mouth, knocked on the chess pieces with the other, and looked at this middle-aged man with a somewhat witty speech, full of curiosity.

Jiang Tiandao smiled and asked lightly: "Do you say that your fate is determined by heaven or made by yourself?"

"Destiny ......," the old madman muttered for a long time, "and man is born free, but this freedom is limited to choice. ”

"Yes, sometimes the most painful thing is not that there is no way out, but that the road is there and you have to go. People have choices, but the pain is to have to make choices. ”

"This is the reason why the divine right has abandoned the immortal path?"

Jiang Tiandao: "Can't you?"

"Of course, this is your choice, and the thousands of people who watched you decades ago, those who desperately wanted to witness the birth of immortals, did not have a choice, and all living beings had to watch as the pride of the sky tore off the purple gold crown at the peak of the Peerless Path, cut off the thread of trouble, and threw out an understatement...... 'No more cultivating immortals'. ”

The old madman's hands trembled a little, both angry and helpless, and he had the opportunity to witness the coming of a god like everyone else.

The corners of the old madman's mouth curled downward, and he seemed to be much older: "As you say, the one who makes the choice is far more painful than the one who does not. In the past, in the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda in the Mi Cultivation Realm, I once heard that 'if you want to become a supreme road, you must end your own karma, others will intervene, and you will easily fall into the devil's cave'. So today you still have to make a choice, it's painful to sit idly by, right?"

Jiang Tiandao smiled faintly and did not speak.

"You lost. The chess maniac dropped the last piece on the table, and said with a blank face, "Now you should always tell me, what is on this heavenly dome that you have always been staring at?"

Jiang Tiandao smiled, and lay lazily on the broken straw mat with his head tilted, so that his eyes were facing the stars above his head: "Old madman, tell me what you saw first?"

The old madman said, "Billions of galaxies." ”

"No, there's only one star in the sky. His smile was pleasant, and his mind was long gone.

The old madman glanced at the starlight, which was more messy than the chessboard, and finally had some doubts: "Which one is the brightest?"

Jiang Tiandao shook his head with a smile.

"The dimest one?"

Jiang Tiandao still shook his head, was silent for a moment, and said with a smile: "It's the one in my eyes." ”

Everywhere you look, it's the stars!

The old madman's pupils suddenly condensed, and quietly dispersed, and the questions that had not been answered for twenty years were finally relieved at this moment, and he took a long breath, and also learned his posture to lie down, and then scolded fiercely: "What a bar!"