When Mo Ziqing and the others arrived at the nine-story tower, they saw two teenagers, one fat and one thin, drinking wine and chatting on the recliner in front of the tower.

"How many rooms did you tear down?"

"I don't remember. ”

"How can you not remember such a fulfilling thing?"

"It's too much, I really don't remember it. Next time, I'll find a small notebook and write it down while I open it. ”

......

Dongluo and the corpse Jiao chatted with each other.

Maybe it's because the periphery of the Mo family's secret realm is served in a pot, and the corpse Jiao's mood is also very good, so he will try his best to answer Dongluo's question if he can, and if he can't answer it, he will try to search his stomach and give him an answer that he thinks is the most correct at present.

Whether it is in the secret territory of Longmen or on the Shenzhou Continent, whether it is the matter of cultivating strength or cultivating the mind, the corpse Jiao knows everything and says everything.

Corpse Jiao turned his head to look at Dong Luo, who was frowning and thinking about the problem, that is, he did not bother or urge, but just looked at him silently, as if he was looking at the unruly figure under the pressure formation of Qin Tianjian, as if he was looking at the young man whose whole body was bent but still stood still.

There is something touching in everyone's body to a greater or lesser extent.

Maybe others walked in front of Dongluo and saw a dead silence, but the corpse Jiao was different, what he saw was vitality.

It's just that there is a deep helplessness hidden in this vitality.

For this kind of helplessness, the corpse Jiao is no stranger at all, and he sees it very clearly, just like watching a cropper who depends on the sky for food, squatting on the dry and cracked barren ridges in the dry season, looking up at the scorching sun, in fact, there will not be too many heart-rending emotions, some will only be deep helplessness, and at a loss.

The helplessness in Dongluo's eyes is the same as this.

They are all people who want God to reward and eat, and they are all people who want to fight for their lives with the sky, and it is difficult to think differently!

Corpse Jiao withdrew his gaze towards Dongluo, and instead squinted into the depths of the dusty sea of clouds.

Dongluo also came back to his senses.

Mo Ziqing and the others came through the sea of clouds, all the way like locusts crossing the border, not a single grass grows, and there is not a single house. Even the foundations that had penetrated deep into the clouds were sled.

Bi Jing was the most sacred secret of his Mo family's school palace, and Mo Ziqing's face darkened slightly: "You did all this?"

Dongluo and Corpse Jiao glanced at each other, and said in unison: "We didn't do it, we just arrived, and it was like this when we came, I don't believe you asked him." ”

Mo Ziqing looked at the two people lying on the recliner who were pointing at each other with a sincere face, his forehead was bruised, and he wanted to punch the two teenagers in front of him to death.

It's just that as a big ink, this restraint is still there, not to mention that he also said before entering the vault that everything he got in the vault, his Mo family would not pursue the slightest.

Even if the teenager in front of him can get it, it should be theirs.

Mozi snorted coldly and stopped looking at them.

Instead, he carefully observed the nine-story pagoda in front of him.

Ye Yingshui and Zheng Nanfeng took one more look at Dongluo, but they just glanced at it.

There are some things that don't need to be said, but when they are said, they fall into the inferiority.

Even if you want him to die, you have to wait until he dies.

On this Shenzhou continent, there are too many people who die from talking too much.

Biting dogs don't bark.

The words are not rough.

The nine-story pagoda is high into the clouds, and it is impossible to see the whole picture of it from a distance or up close.

The first floor of the tower is a regular decagonal plan, a hexagonal single-storey small tower is attached to the periphery, constituting a pavilion-style suite, the front of the tower body and the front of the small tower are all open with circular arches, and under the eaves is the bucket arch made of bricks.

The second floor plan is a regular nine-sided shape, nine fronts are opened up with a door, there is a lattice false window next to the door, and the tower body bucket arch supports the eaves of the tower.

The third layer of the tower began to shrink.

Further up, there is a sea of clouds, and it is impossible to see clearly.

The main tower and the secondary tower are staggered and nestled against each other.

Mo Ziqing naturally sees more than others, farther away.

Above the sea of clouds, the great sun is rampant, and the light is shining.

A high tower is out of the heavy night, down to the ground, at the top of the tower is divided into two, on the top of the tower each there is a red and a blue two orbs to release red and blue light.

There are only two words "Lingyun" on the plaque on the side of the waist of the tower, which is shining with golden light.

The doors of the ten towers creaked and opened without warning.

Dongluo and the others looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

Ye Yingshui and Zheng Nanfeng glanced at each other, and the group of four people gritted their teeth and rushed in towards a door.

As soon as the four people entered, the tower door was instantly closed, integrated into the tower body, and the tower body was tightly fitted.

The corpse Jiao's voice sounded in Dongluo's ears, "Brother Dong, because I have a grudge against the loser, I will never let them get what they want." Let's leave it at that, remember everything I said before, there is no half-truth, those are the key to how many opportunities you can get in the Mo Family's Secret Collection this time. Take care. Don't die in this secret realm, and invite me to drink after you say you're going out. ”

Winter falls and stops.

The corpse pointed to his heart, chuckled, turned and rushed through a door.

Dongluo knew the meaning of the movement of the corpse Jiao's finger pointing at the heart.

Ask yourself a clear conscience.

People in the world are so strange, even if some people have known each other for dozens or hundreds of years, they are also separated from each other, and they have different dreams in the same bed.

But some people are even if they have just met so much, as if they have been reunited after a long absence, and they hate to see each other late.

Winterfall and Corpse Jiao belong to the latter.

Seeing that the tower gate where the corpse Jiao had entered had been closed, Dongluo sighed softly and walked towards another tower door.

It is a small world.

Say goodbye.

Mo Ziqing turned his head to Mo Ziyu and the others and said, "This tower is the Lingyun Tower, one of the nine great town palace spiritual treasures of my Mo family. Inside a door is a world, and the chances and creations inside each door are different, and I don't know what is inside. Do you choose to enter the same door together, or enter the door separately? Take your pick, and I'll be waiting for you outside the tower. ”

The four of Mozi looked at each other, "We choose to enter a door each." ”

Mo Ziqing nodded, and said to a little boy who was the youngest of the four: "Ziran, you are the youngest, and you don't like to talk. There is only one requirement for the senior brother to enter the tower, and that is to remember the word "fate" or "happiness". What is life? What is happiness? What is life?"

A little boy behind Mo Ziqi nodded, and said timidly, "Senior brother, I know." ”

Moziqing touched his head and said, "Enter the tower!"

Mo Ziqing sent Mo Ziyu and the others to pick a door and enter in a flash.

The tower gate closed instantly.

Mo Ziqing tapped his toes, and his figure swept straight up, submerging into the sea of clouds.

As the youngest contemporary Da Mo of the Mo family, he naturally knows more about the Mo family's secret collections and the Lingyun Pagoda than ordinary disciples or outsiders.

In fact, the real chance assessment starts outside the mountain gate.

Whether it is the one who has entered the tower, or the one who is outside the tower, or the one who is now wandering outside the mountain gate.

The opportunity they could obtain was already predestined from the moment they saw the torii at the foot of the mountain.

Even if there will be some differences, it doesn't matter.

That's fate.

It didn't have to be changed.

The nine-story Lingyun Tower, layer by layer, as for how many floors can be climbed.

This is also fate.

It didn't have to be changed.

......

Dongluo stepped into the tower door and entered a dimly lit room.

There was nothing in the room except a futon in the center.

As soon as he turned around, there was not even a door to go out.

Take a step further, and the world will be turned upside down, ripples rolling, and the winter fall seems to be standing in the center of heaven and earth.

There are waves of water at your feet, and white clouds and dogs overhead.

There is no way to take a step close, and there is no way to take a step back.

Dongluo looked down at the reflection in the water.

The sky is high and the sea is wide, and people are like mustard seeds.

Very little.

Dongluo sat on the futon, and he came when he should come, and he didn't hide, anyway, there was nowhere to hide.

Dongluo staggered his hands on his lower abdomen, his eyes slightly closed, like an old monk in a fixed place, sitting on the futon, motionless.

He didn't think about anything, he didn't think about anything.

He doesn't have to think about anything, he doesn't have to think about anything.

A voice suddenly sounded in his mind like Hong Zhong Da Lu, "Kill one person and save a hundred people, kill or not?"

Dongluo didn't think about it, and said directly: "Kill!"

The second question of the voice was more urgent than the first, "Kill one person to save a thousand, kill or not?"

Dongluo's brows furrowed slightly, but he still replied simply: "Kill!"

The voice seemed to be a little impatient, and this time it roared out directly, "Kill one person to save ten thousand, kill or not?"

The original white and flawless clouds were instantly as black as thick, overlapping and overlapping, like the power of heaven, pressing down towards the surface of the water.

The originally calm and smooth water was instantly turbulent and unstirring.

The futon where Dongluo sits is like a flat boat in the angry sea, ups and downs and floats without a fixed place.

There was a deeper dazedness on his face, as well as struggle, fear, his eyelids moved slightly, and he seemed to be a little annoyed by the voice that kept asking questions, and replied directly and fiercely: "Kill!"

The voice shouted again: "Kill one person to save tens of thousands of people, kill or not?"

This time, Dongluo directly shouted loudly: "Kill, kill, kill!"

As soon as the three killing words came out, the black cloud disappeared in an instant, and the previous calm and stability were restored again.

The look on Dongluo's face gradually softened, and I slowly became calm.

The voice asked again calmly and indifferently, "What if that person is you! Kill or ...... Don't kill?"

That voice seemed to appear in his mind, and he kept asking him.

Kill or ...... Don't kill?

It seems that as long as Dongluo doesn't give him a satisfactory answer today, he will keep asking.

The blank look on Dongluo's face was even heavier.

If that person is you, then to kill or not to kill!

If you don't say you don't kill, then every problem before that, whether it is saving 100 people, 1,000 people, or 10,000 people, or tens of millions of people, you have said to kill.

But if it is killed, that person is himself.

Should it really be killed?

Can you really die?

Dongluo was confused for a moment and couldn't find the answer.

Dongluo opened his eyes blankly.

This is a difficult question!

Dongluo got up and left the futon, stepped on the surface of the water, and circles of water ripples staggered away.

It seems that as far away as that day, the ripples of the water will ripple as far as they are.

Endless.

One step up, one step down.

No mud, no water.

The futon behind him disappeared, and only circles of water scattered in all directions.

Winterfall lowered his head again, but he didn't see his reflection.

Beneath the surface of the water, there are all kinds of big fish.

Big fish are eating small fish, and small fish are eating dried shrimp.

It's full of life and fun.

A clear sound resounded through the heavens and the earth.

That is, it is not sharp, nor is it low.

Only cheerfulness.

Dongluo saw a newborn whale under the surface of the water, screaming happily around his mother.

Dongluo stood on the surface of the water and followed them, watching the calf swim from morning to night, from day to night.

Watching him grow up little by little, watching him leave his mother and swim alone into the deep sea.

At that time, Dongluo's heart suddenly had a tingling feeling.

This sea is so big, maybe they won't see each other again in this life!

The calf grew silent.

Winterfall is also becoming more and more silent.

Dongluo touched his chin, and his beard was already unshaven.

The sea has no end.

The calf swam farther and farther away.

Also getting older.

Winter's hair floated messily above the water, like a weed.

Drift.

The original calf had grown so big, but it never saw its mother again.

Shallow water is noisy, deep water is silent, and what about the sea!

It's gentle.

The giant whale, which can no longer be called a calf, suddenly stopped swimming one day.

The whale snorted softly.

Winterfall has a familiar feeling.

Yes, that's what it called when I first saw it.

The voices are all cheerful.

The giant whale suddenly swam thousands of meters forward, and then suddenly turned around and jumped up.

The snow-white belly is really beautiful in the sun.

Dongluo looked up at the most beautiful scene in the world, and couldn't help but stand on the spot.

The giant whale flew towards Dongluo, and the huge head Gu gently touched Dongluo's forehead, and then fell silently to the water.

There was not a single splash.

The whale fell.

Winter falls head down, and also follows the giant whale towards the bottom of the sea.

The huge carcass of the whale fell into the sea, and Dongluo lay on its back with tears streaming down her face.

The sea is salty, the tears are salty, and the tears are gone when they melt into the seawater.

But it did exist again.

A school of large fish began to tear at the flesh of the whale.

Dongluo closed his eyes and smiled bitterly in his heart, "If that person is me, then kill it!"

The voice asked again, "Is it worth it?"

Is it worth it?

Dongluo's eyes were slightly hot, and he suddenly remembered the cross street that night, and he had also asked Lin Jingfeng if it was worth it?

The same is to kill one person and save a hundred.

Lin Jingfeng's choice is also to kill!

Dongluo smiled, "Is it worth it?" I haven't thought about it before, but I exchange one life for ten thousand lives, and I think it's worth it." Now that I've thought about it, I still think it's worth it. ”

The voice vanished.

The blankness in Dongluo's eyes also disappeared.

The sun shines through the sea and shines on the face of the winter fall.

Itchy.

Dongluo opened his eyes and found that he was still standing in the dimly lit room, in the middle of which was a futon, unstained with dust.

The lifted foot has not yet fallen.

He raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Wet all over, like it had just been fished out of the ocean.

Winterfall dropped the foot that hadn't yet landed.

Just like his previous choice in the illusion.

Before he thought about it, he would have chosen that way.

After he thought about it, he would still choose that way.

This is the nature of the mind.

It doesn't matter right or wrong.

After the foot fell, there was nothing earth-shattering, the scene of blue sea and blue sky happened.

Dongluo walked towards the futon in the middle of the room with a determined gaze, and sat down.

Nothing happened.

Winterfall begins to look around, looking for a way to climb the tower.

It's just that there was nothing but a futon in the dim room, and Dongluo got up and picked up the futon, and there was nothing under the futon.

Dongluo was a little confused.

Are you going to stay in this little dark room for the rest of your life?

Winter fell around the house one by one, touching here and knocking there.

He was able to maintain a good attitude at the beginning. I'm still comforting myself.

But as time passed, his mood began to become irritable.

Punch by punch against the wall, pound the ground. Until the blood on his hands was dripping, the depression in his heart still lingered.

In the middle of nowhere, Mozi sat behind a transparent figure in a solemn and restrained manner.

The transparent figure looked at the picture formed by the condensation of clouds and mist in front of him, "Your name is Mo Ziqing! It's not bad! But the road to the avenue is long and difficult, and the obstacles are difficult, and it is not that you can reach the top step by step at the beginning of your vigorous progress." In terms of cultivation, we still have to pay attention to a thick accumulation and take it step by step. It's not a good thing to be young and promising. ”

With the eyes and vision of a transparent figure, you can naturally see the problem of Moziqing's state of mind at a glance.

It is nothing more than becoming the youngest Damo in the Three University Palaces at a young age.

It's normal to be proud in your heart, but when that pride turns into conceit, it's dangerous.

Mo Ziqing nodded solemnly.

"Lingyun Tower is originally a place for some people with Lingyun ambitions to practice their hearts, you should also go to Lingyun Tower to practice your heart!"

The transparent figure waved his hand and threw him directly into the clouds.

Mo Ziqing looked at the Lingyun Pagoda with several doors open in front of him, took a deep breath, his eyes were firm, and after choosing a door, he stepped in one step.

Above the clouds, an ancient machine armor asked with some confusion: "Giant, such a young Great Mo was rare even back then, why did you still let him enter the Lingyun Tower? Even now, there are still many Mo family disciples trapped inside!"

The transparent figure said, "I want him to know what it means to be fatal?"

Mo Jia was speechless.

The transparent figure asked, "Mo Jia, you said that young man, can he go to the second floor?"

Mo Jia said angrily: "If you can't go, it's the best! Just lock him in the first layer, so that I don't have to be angry when I look at it." Besides, Giant, don't you see what he went through when he asked his heart on the first floor? I don't even know if he can enter the second layer, how can I know. ”

The transparent figure kicked him on the armor and kicked him into the sea of clouds in the distance, "I can see it, I can see a fart! Obviously, they are two extremes, how can they exist in the body of one person! When you kill others, you are not soft-hearted, and you are not soft-hearted when you kill yourself. It's really weird!"

The machine armor walked through the sea of clouds and laughed, "This first layer of questioning, if you can't ask why, he won't be able to go up to the second layer." It's not about his moment, it's about his whole life. If he can't answer his life, don't think about this moment. ”

......

......

After a short period of irritability, Dongluo quieted down and stared blankly at the futon in front of him.

He sat back on the futon and forced himself to be still.

He began to think seriously about everything that had entered the tower.

And as his heart gradually calmed down.

The dimly lit room gradually fell silent.

Before, in the illusion, when the voice asked him if he would kill one person and save ten thousand people, Dongluo felt a sense of familiarity, as if someone had asked him the same question somewhere.

But he didn't think about it at the time.

Now that he sat down and thought about it carefully, he remembered who had asked him this question.

"You say that a supreme Buddha killed one person to save thousands of people, is he a Buddha or a demon?"

This is the question that the master who passed on his Yi Jin Sutra asked that night in the snowy night,

Now he can give a different answer.

"He is a Buddha and a demon. He is the Buddha in the hearts of those tens of millions of people, and he is also the demon in the hearts of those people. ”

Dongluo suddenly opened his eyes.

The dimly lit room was bright, and stairs stretched up beneath his feet.