The Buddha said, "There is no eternal life without death." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Only those who are dead can truly isolate all knowledge and all disturbing minds, but those who cannot live when they die, isn't this isolation and destruction a joke?

From ancient times to the present, from the unparalleled power to the unknown pawn, who is not racking his brains for eternal life.

They exhausted all the methods they could think of, including what the Buddha said, 'death,' but in the end people did find out that the Buddha was a liar, and this method did not work.

To be dead is to be truly dead.

As for why the Buddha can live so long and comfortably, it is entirely because the dead cannot jump out of the coffin to seek revenge for deception.

And now listening to the Buddha's words and doing epiphany, Han Xianke is still alive?

The candle flame was extinguished by him, but he was still alive.

The heart that wants to live is immortal and immortal, and the heart that wants to live is really fearless.

Seek a new life by faking death, seek to isolate the obstacles of knowledge in the suspended death closest to death, or seek to destroy the troubles in life.

But this is tantamount to playing with fire, the sky is unpredictable, people can't know, and fake death may become a real death at any time.

The lights went out and the world was dark.

The person seemed to be asleep, and the person seemed to have succeeded, Han Xian died in this lonely and cold dream, and his breath was abandoned.

In the dead black is numb coldness.

Through this numbness, the pain of burning up and down the body and thunder was cleaned, and with the help of this coldness, all the memories in the heart were forgotten.

A 'borrow' word, people are all thanks to it.

Use this enlightened borrowing to seek a new life.

Buddha to support dreams.

In the darkness, the soft white, the noble color carried the person who fell into suspended animation.

It is really the 'destined person' that the monk said, Han Xian, who has sunk into a state of suspended animation, actually floated a noble lotus flower, and the leaves and leaves gently closed, softly wrapping the scarred person in it.

This should be the supreme hotbed, to gently conceive the tired people, the flesh and blood in the light of the Buddha reborn and condensed, the Buddha is to thread the needle and lead the cracked bones in the tenacity.

But this earth-shattering change really can't make the demon priest look sideways.

The cold and gloomy gaze was just staring at the face of the monk, and the heart of the first battle was very decisive, it was really rare, and it was rare to let people who were accustomed to using tricks give up those shortcuts, and ask for a pain that might hurt the muscles and bones.

This is, of course, a last resort.

The Demon Priest has understood that any trick will be a joke in front of the extremely clever monk, and in this case, he can only choose hand-to-hand combat.

At this moment, he can be said to have no distractions.

For the miraculous changes caused by Han Xian, he was not moved at all, and he was still wholeheartedly preparing for a life and death competition with the monks.

Is that really the case?

Of course yes, and this should be understood as contempt for Han Xian, because from the arrogant point of view of the Demon Sacrifice, just with him Han Xian, even if it is caused by the subtle magic, he is still a small role in ashes under his own snort.

Who can tell the arrogant that he thinks too much.

When the time comes, he will know for himself.

The demon priest ignored Han Xian, but the monk was indeed not, a pair of eyes fell on the lotus flower that wrapped Han Xian's body, and his mouth was already squeaking, it was the holy flower in front of the Buddha!

Where did it come from?

Of course, it can't be that it grows from that charred body as seen by the eyes, only the Buddha knows that this holy lotus is born from the heart.

It is the great compassion, the Buddha path and the holy lotus derived from the great immeasurable mind of compassion, compassion, joy, giving, birth, dharma, and nature.

The lotus came out of the mud and was not stained, although Han Xian's body left the paradise of Yunshan and crawled in this red dust field without dirt and dust, this body was completely stained by the red dust world.

But that heart is still pure.

Maybe it was because his heart had been thinking about the holiness of that place, and he was afraid that one day he would not be able to integrate into it again if he was dirty, so Han Xian didn't dare,

Han Xian, who was like a baby in the lotus, held on to his heart and did not dare to forget his original intention.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, and he will have a benefactor in front of the Buddha one day. ”

The monk who speaks foolishly must have forgotten something important.

The monk sang a low Buddha horn, his hands folded in front of his chest, and his face was full of piety, perhaps now the monk full of compassion has forgotten this demon sacrifice that he was looking around on.

He may have forgotten it, but the Demon Sacrifice didn't.

This is an opportunity for heaven to help, the Buddha is compassionate, but he has never been merciful to the demon who died, and the eyes of the demon sacrifice are full of wind, fire, ice and thunder, and he undoubtedly wants to take advantage of the time when the monk is pious and pious to the Buddha, and send him to see the Buddha.

But God bless the wind and rain, how can everything be as he wishes.

"Hiss~~. ”

Just when the four-color Dao method in the eyes of the demon priest was about to come out, a bloody light flashed, making the sun in the Yiyang sky darken.

If a catastrophe came, the Dao in the eyes of the demon priest would directly collapse into sand, and his face would be directly pale as paper, and his eyes looked at the source of blood light with fear and timidity.

It's not just one of them.

At this moment, the monk was the most shocked, and the blood directly split the piety on his face, and even the Buddha in his heart was shattered, where did this come from?

Confused, his eyes were anxiously searching for answers.

Where did it come from, this is too simple, this is also too obvious, Yiyang has no one else, this is of course caused by Han Xian, who faked his death and got a new life.

"How so?"

When he was asking, why there was such a fierce blood light in the noble lotus.

The sight of his eyes told him the most essential answer, and a Zen monk couldn't help but wonder in surprise, what did he see?

He saw Han Xian standing up from the unbroken lotus with a new life, and even saw the neat incision on the holy lotus of the Buddha Gate, the knife edge, and the blood light shining in Han Xian's eyes at this moment, didn't he understand?

"Amitabha~. ”

In an instant, the face of the monk fell into grief, and the voice of 'how could it be,' the memory of the past was explained, it was the fault of the knife, and the blood naturally came from the knife.

"Hmph, Buddha, you dare to touch my things!"

The 'demon knife' in the star map was already whispering to himself, and he was already surprised that Han Xian's heart could derive this Buddha Sect Jie Lian, and he couldn't help but look at Han Xian again.

How can you let the Buddha touch where you are?

But didn't the 'Demon Knife' feel that he was too anxious, maybe the holy lotus was pregnant with Han Xian's body, and the disease that was born and body could be cured and purified, and maybe even the black backbone that had been deceived by the ghost could be reborn.

But after the knife fell, all possibilities became impossible.

The lotus is broken, and people wake up.

The feeling of being a new student must have been great, but when Han Xian noticed the look of the monk who had turned from amazement to grief, his heart immediately cooled with joy.

"Haha~~~. ”

Blood light flowed in Han Xian's eyes, and the monk saw it, and the demon sacrifice also saw it.

The monk is sad, the demon is of course happy, and he already smiled in his heart: "I thought that this person would be a great monk of Buddhism in the future, who would have thought that he was the real god of killing in front of the demon." ”

Whether it is a monk or a god of slaughter, it is the future, and now he is still a powerless child in his eyes, and the victory or defeat between himself and this bald donkey is the focus of everything.

Undoubtedly, the best opportunity passed in vain in consternation, and now there is only one choice but to fight.

The eyes of the demon priest were cold again, of course, all of this was prepared for the monks.

Do the current monks have the heart to fight?

He has never had a demon sacrifice, and at this moment it is even more unbearable, even if it is a real killing move, maybe he will still be indifferent, that bloody sword intent has triggered the real past.

He sank into it, sluggish.

The opportunity came and went so suddenly, the happiness came so suddenly, and he was almost overjoyed by this change, thinking that it would take a lot of effort from the old nose to strangle the bald donkey, who would have thought that he would be tied up again.

But the joy of the demon sacrifice is very out of place in the eyes of others.

"Hmph, your opponent is me. ”

Han Xianguan knew what he meant by the eyes of the Demon Sacrifice, and he wanted to take advantage of the fact that he was unprepared to ask himself if he would agree, not to mention that he was his opponent from beginning to end.

It was he who condensed those wandering grievances into his body, and the appearance of this demon sacrifice was an accident.

It's time to understand this accident.

"Ha~~. ”

This is a big joke, the demon priest sneered dumbly, there are people in this world who want to die, and if he doesn't kill him at the moment, he is already grateful, and he still dares to kick his nose in the face and look for death?

He is looking for death, but he doesn't have the leisure to play with him.

The opportunity to help kill the bald donkey on this day must not be missed, but it is always annoying to have a mosquito noisy in the ear, and the eyes of the demon priest are condensed on the face of the monk, and the sorrow in it is already deep, and it is impossible to wake up for a while.

"Whew~. ”

As soon as the Demon Sacrifice came out, this little time was enough for him, did he need to kill Han Xian for a while, he didn't need it at all, he only needed a look with all his strength.

Glance, scan, look, stare at, stare at and stare at .

The eyes are blazing.

He couldn't help but use it all, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Do eyes work?

It's useless at all, even if the demon sacrifice stares at his eyes and falls out of his sockets, it can't see through Han Xian's body and see death.

"Hmph~~. ”

Trying hard at the Demon Sacrifice's eyes, Han Xian couldn't help but speak out in disdain, and whispered in his mouth, "Have you had enough?"

'Never enough to play!'

The demon priest must have thought that the monk was still very far away from waking up, so at this moment his expression was a little complacent, and he smiled lightly and said: "Why are you and I fighting, your heart is the same as mine, you and I will strangle this bald donkey together, and then you and I will share the world." ”

It's scary.

In the middle of three words, the demon sacrifice divided up the future world, did he think that this world was only Sheng Shen Monk except for himself and Han Xian?

If it is difficult to deceive a three-year-old child, how can Han Xian believe it, and whispered in his mouth.

"Come with me, go to the place where the water opens, and ask for a confession and purification. ”