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The soft words sounded in Qin Feng's ears like an imperial bell and a big drum.

"Donor, you're in a good position!"

In just six words, it continues to reverberate. It is deafening and points to the heart of the Dao.

A mist gradually grew in Qin Feng's eyes.

All living beings are suffering, and there is nothing in all phases, am I really obsessed with them?

Things in the world are like this, wolves eat sheep, sheep eat grass, and grass absorbs the nutrients of the corpses, and it has its own laws. Am I really wrong, obsessed with right and wrong, and disrespecting the law...

What's right? What's wrong again?

The darkness in front of you **** is not a bloody killing, but a cycle of heavenly principles. People are also like grass, birth, old age, sickness and death, karma, and destiny.

Is that really the case?

Buddhism cultivates the afterlife, and the ferry returns. But who has really seen the six realms of reincarnation, the other side of the next life. Are there really two flowers in the world that are the same?

The old monk turned his prayer beads, clasped his hands together, and saw Qin Feng's expression change, and shouted loudly.

"Put it down!"

Put it down......

The two words were like a comet outside the sky, hitting Qin Feng's heart.

It makes sense to fight like this, but what is the purpose of the bloody battle. The people in the world have half a relationship with themselves. Wander between the mountains and rivers, travel to the East Mountain, and stay in the North Sea at night. A happy life, how much worse can it be than detachment.

Fairy couples are nothing more than that!

But I can really be blind and deaf!

"Put it down!"

The old monk stopped drinking for the second time!

People live for a lifetime, the grass and trees are spring, and the children are not fish and know the sorrow of fish. He is just a duckweed in the red dust, why do you ask the sky for the people of the world.

Blood and chaos, sin and murder. It is a bloodline struggle between the same clan, just like a battle in the territory of a fierce beast, where the root of the evil comes from, but it is just a cycle of cause and effect, and the debt of the father and the son are repaid.

There are so many injustices in the world, and God can't respond to all requests, and how much can he control.

But I can really practice in the deep mountains, and my heart is like an ancient well, and I don't want to be shocked, and I don't want to miss it.

"Put it down!"

The old monk shouted again.

The sun and the moon rise and fall, the grass grows and the eagle flies, and there are tracks under the avenue, whether it is life or death, it is all within the five elements and three realms, each by a fixed number. Since the creation of the world, for millions of years, the years have passed, and the living beings are innumerable, and there has long been a set of strict laws, punishment and execution. Is it possible that he will eventually rebel against the chaos of the world, and he will not be able to compete with the strong man who has been dictatorial for thousands of years in the long river of time? Can I get there?

Practice, practice, go with the sky? Or is it against the sky?

Is it really meaningless?

Qin Feng's mind was in chaos, and sometimes he felt infinitely small, in front of the three ancient Buddhas, like floating dust and fireflies. It's hard to look up even if you look up. Sometimes I feel lonely, standing in the long river of time and space, trying to swim upstream, but always being hit by the big waves.

In the depths of my mind, the two worlds infect each other, one side is colorful, the Buddhas are singing, dancing in the sky, and in the Buddha country, everyone is happy and boundless, which can be called the Pure Land of Bliss. One side is lonely, declining, few people, black mist shrouds the earth, not to mention the sun, moon and stars, not even a trace of candle flames, empty as the depths of hell.

Where is unreal, what is real. Right and wrong, black and white, who should define it. Whether you live in the real time today, who is fishing for sentient beings on the long river of time.

Rumble!

Qin Feng felt that a terrifying storm had been set off in his mind, unable to think, and difficult to distinguish between right and wrong. Even doubts about their own existence. Lost in the depths of the soul.

In the ninth-floor pagoda of Fakong Temple, when Qin Feng stepped on the ninth floor, he suddenly fixed his figure, Brother Guang secretly said, "Not good", the blue light flickered to protect Qin Feng's body, but it was too late to pull back his consciousness. I can only look at the sky and sigh.

Qin Feng's divine soul was gone, trapped in an unknown space. can only break the illusion by himself, this is not a contest of Taoism, but a fight of will and belief, and no one can help him at this moment.

The little beast has had a close relationship with Qin Feng in recent years, and even had its own name, "Ah Wu", when resistance was ineffective.

The little guy who sleeps infinitely on weekdays suddenly woke up today, this pagoda is quiet and peaceful, without any murderous aura, if not, how can it sleep peacefully. But at the moment just now, a terrifying field suddenly descended, enveloping the ninth layer. Although it was only a short moment, it made the little guy's back hairs rise.

"Hmm"

The little beast screamed. Strongly resentful that someone disturbs its sleep!

The long tail wagged a few times in boredom. Posing anew, ready to continue the sweet dream just now, Qin Feng, the idiot promised to barbecue, sweetly let it bite its tongue in the dream.

Hey? The little beast's eyes widened again, the idiot's spirit was gone, and it had discovered the situation.

All cultivators have the three vital realms of essence, qi, and god. Not to mention the loss, even the slightest damage can affect a lifetime.

Essence blood, vitality, and divine soul rely on each other, and life is at stake, no one will be negligent in these three realms, not to mention the most fundamental divine soul. The strongest had a precedent for the Journey to Heaven and Earth, but Qin Feng had not yet reached that step. Once the soul is out of the body for too long, the essence and blood are exhausted, and the vitality dissipates, even if the soul is possessed afterwards, the Tao must be greatly reduced. If the divine soul is lost in the unknown space and can never come back, then Qin Feng is the real death.

The little beast's two pointed ears swayed back and forth, and his expression was slowly serious.

This idiot can't die now, what Tanggang food, what barbecue dinner, Qin Feng has mentioned too much in the past five years. Seeing that he broke through the tower, the food was in front of him, and if he died in the tower, what would he do. Not to mention the five-year friendship, how could it watch Qin Feng die.

The little beast grunted and jumped up. The calf glared hard, and the next moment appeared on top of Qin Feng's head. Hit it hard, then jump up again, step on it again.

It wanted to use its own methods to pull Qin Feng back from the unknown space.

Qin Feng wouldn't know at this moment that the top of his head had become the floor of the little beast Ah Wu. I just feel a headache.

Countless thoughts rushed in, messing up and making it difficult to distinguish the clues, and the old monk's "let go" gathered together, which was about to squeeze his whole mind.

Let go, you can be free.

Qin Feng couldn't let it go.

The young family changed dramatically, and the Longzhong Marquis Mansion was turned into ashes overnight, and the parents were still laughing in front of the hall one moment, but the next second they were separated forever. I still have no clue who the murderer is. Avoiding disasters in the mountains, it is still difficult to escape fate.

Qin Feng once thought that all this was just an example, blaming himself for his ill-fated journey. But in recent years, all the way to travel, all the way to observe, on the mainland, bandits started from recklessness. The villains are hidden in the forest, and the demons suddenly rise, and the killing continues. Life and death are only in the thought of the strong. Cannibalism is worse than slaughter among aliens.

Right and wrong ask the long knife, good and evil are nowhere to be found in black and white. This continent is too different from the ancient continent I saw in my dreams. At that time, although the Terrans were small, they were united. The saint comes out, and the world is determined.

Family feuds can be let go. But thousands of people who died in chaos, how to let go. Killing is killing! Cause and effect.

Death is dissipation, and after reincarnation, you can't remember the past and present lives, how can you be the same person!

Right is right, wrong is wrong, how to define it by people,

People live for a lifetime, and the grass and trees have a spring.

I ask for the way of heaven.

The right way in the world, I also ask for it!

Rumble~!

Qin Feng's consciousness suddenly turned into a sword, piercing the sky, piercing through layers of black mist, and killing out the depths of his soul.

Along the way, the two worlds were crushed by his sword, what Buddha Pure Land, where did he come from the depths of hell. My heart is right, and it will last forever.

"Slash! Chop! Chop! ”

Qin Feng looked up to the sky and roared, his long hair flying like an ancient demon resurrection.

Darkness, endless terror, and bloody killings can't stop me. All cause and effect. I'll do it!

What is the cycle of cause and effect, the retribution of heaven, what jumps out of bounds, does not ask right and wrong.

Bullshit! Bullshit!

Evil and killing must be corrected, and the curtain of darkness will be lifted.

Although tens of millions of people blocked it, I also cut it~!

The thoughts in Qin Feng's mind finally exploded in the extreme!

Return to sobriety.

It is still the hall of the three Buddhas, and the prayer beads in the hands of the old monks are scattered all over the place.

Buddha Mitha

After a Buddha horn, the old monk spoke:

"The donor's obsession is too deep, let go of the nine-layer Tongtian Emperor Treasure, if you can't let it go, I have to ask you to leave the pagoda!"

"Haha......

Qin Feng laughed loudly, experiencing the questioning from the depths of his soul, why say more!

Rumble!

Huangquan soars, and Chase shocks the world.

The domineering and unparalleled sword qi is his answer, what an old monk, the third ancient Buddha. Whoever messes with my heart, I will cut it!

The sword qi roared, and the divine light gushed out. This sword Qin Feng was in a pure state of mind, and his power was even better. The old monk, the three Buddhas, in the sword light, were fragmented and slowly dissipated.

There were only two voices left

Good, good!

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