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The eye is a Buddha statue carved from a huge stone, sitting on the lotus platform with a smile, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, Buddha light rhyme...

The king followed the sound and walked up the first stone staircase leading to the main hall.

At this moment, the wind and clouds reversed, and the whole world seemed to be left alone.

The king had a feeling that if he crossed the nine-fold stone steps in front of him, his life would be turned upside down, and for a moment, he was a little hesitant.

"Boom!" The bell rang again, but this time it came from the Daming Buddha Hall.

A voice louder than the one before came into the king's mind with the sound of the bell:

"Donor, since you have already taken a step, why not go on bravely!"

The king suddenly woke up in shock, and felt ashamed in his heart, once upon a time, the king of soldiers was afraid and hesitated.

"Thank you!" The king bowed to the hall in his own way, and took another step towards the second stone step.

He did have too many questions to answer, and the mystery was ahead, and he was not allowed to retreat, and the slightest hesitation was enough to make him doomed, so he was very grateful to the person who showed him the way.

Stepping on the second stone steps, the scene in front of me has changed greatly, there are no stone steps, no Buddha hall, no morning bell and dusk drum...

Fantasy!

This is where your own memories begin!

The king looked at the young boy soaked in the medicine keg, this was his childhood.

At this time, he is like an outsider, watching his childhood self grow little by little.

The teacher taught him to read and write for seven years, until he was nine years old and first grown. At that time, he was well-read, poetic, painterly, and musical, and traveled through the past and the present.

But why, didn't there be a smile on his face?

"What's the use of all this for me?" The king couldn't help but ask himself, bitter.

The king turned his head, and in the distance there was a faint smoke from the cooking, laughter, slapstick, and the loving voices of a couple passing through his ears, as if a steel knife had been plunged into the king's heart.

The stars changed, and he stood again in an endless land, with no sunlight, no bright moon, and pungent blood everywhere.

A place of trials!

The king looked at the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar figure, dragging the empty shell and staggering away...

The king's body trembled, and his whole body was cold, when did his heart freeze, and he could silently squander life and death...

"What am I living for?" The king clutched his chest, trying to feel if there was any residual temperature there.

The king closed his eyes, unable to bear to look at the lonely figure any longer. Time flies, and he stands in front of himself when he was sixteen.

"That was my first laugh, right?" Wang rummaged through the memories in his mind and nodded affirmatively.

The end of the soldiers!

The king held the glory that belonged to him, and the corners of his mouth were hooked, and that was the first time he had learned to laugh!

The king walked forward, seventeen years old, eighteen years old... From then on, all he saw were the admiring eyes of others and the words of praise from others, but why did his heart feel heavy as if he had lost his direction all of a sudden?

Another name for the last soldier is "Guard!" ”

"But who am I supposed to protect?"

The king closed his eyes and ran like a madman, screaming and shouting, waving his hands in a vain attempt to destroy the obstacle that obscured his eyes...

The crazy killing intent condensed into a huge demon shadow, the demon shadow and Wang You** were distracted, and followed behind him with an expressionless face, also killing mercilessly, even more miserable than him.

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, and the shore is back! … Amitabha! ”

Sound the Buddha's horn and recall the lost people in the bitter sea!

The shadow of the king's fist danced, and the demon shadow on his side finally showed a trace of expression, "Unbelievable! ”。 Then, the smoke vanished.

When he opened his eyes, Wang fixed his eyes and saw that he had already crossed the sixth stone step and stood on the seventh stone step.

The king did not rush to take a step, but stood still, quietly thinking about what had just happened.

At this time, his sweat had already soaked his clothes, but his face was ruddy, and his complexion was much better than before. Wang found that since he smashed the demon shadow, a string intertwined in his heart slowly unraveled, and his strength improved again.

The infinite battle intent is surging, but it is not mixed with any ferocity.

"Congratulations to the donor for getting rid of the demons... Amitabha..."

"Amitabha..."

The Daming Buddha Hall has a Buddha horn, and thousands of mountains and temples are accompanied by recitation.

"Thank you!" The king thanked again into the depths of the hall.

"It's all the donor's own practice! The avenue is vast, and the donor dares to move forward! "The owner of the voice does not ask for credit, but encourages with kind words.

"Dare!" A glimmer of light flashed in the king's eyes, and he let out a loud shout and jumped up the stone steps again.

The king stood still on the eighth stone step for a long time, and no vision occurred.

A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and the calm atmosphere made Wang feel that the mountain rain was about to come and the wind was full of buildings.

The king looked into the main hall, but found that the door had been closed at some point.

The king turned his head, and the figure of Kaya was long gone.

The king lost his mind for a while, is this another illusion?

The king did not feel anxious, but slowly calmed down, carefully observed the surroundings, and finally, he noticed the difference.

When the road was thrown, it was divided into countless criss-crossing paths, and the ancient bell that was originally hanging in the center of the courtyard was missing.

Looking down at it, the clear stream is pouring snow, the stone pierces through the clouds, the white stone is the bar, and the beast face is spitting, it turns out that he is no longer in the original place.

The door of the front road is closed, and there are thousands of roads behind...

Suddenly there was a crane cry in the air, and a few drops of rain and dew fell, which happened to drop between the king's heart, and slowly seeped in.

Suddenly, the king clutched his chest tightly, and an expression of extreme pain appeared on his face.

"Ahh …”

It was burning and stinging, and it seemed as if a seed had sprouted in the heart and wanted to burst out of the body.

So, in the king's disbelief and horrified eyes, a round and full red bead peeked through his chest and swirled before his eyes...

The king's mouth grew long, and a bright light flashed through his mind.

"Could it be that it was the red bead in front of me that saved me when I was in a desperate situation that day? But how did it end up in my body? ”

The king felt that he could accept any supernatural events before, but he still couldn't accept that such a thing would emerge from his body.

The red bead seemed to sense that the king was afraid of it and did not like it, so it kept dangling in front of the king, as if it were coquettish.

The king wanted to shout "hell about it"!

At this moment, all the paths that had been crisscrossing the thousands disappeared, and the surroundings of the king were completely white and could not be seen.

The red orb didn't stay outside for a long time, only ten seconds, and before the king could react, it quickly sank into the king's body.

But what the king didn't know was how much shock had been caused outside in these ten seconds.

When the beads ran out of the king's body, the fairyland-like Daming Temple suddenly seemed to be a jewelry store robbed by bandits, and the aura of the mountain collapsed like a flood.

"It's so lucky, his path is all gone!" Countless exclamations.

There is no way out! There is no way back!

In the land of China, there was also a plague, and all the vegetation seemed to have lost its vitality at once, became dying, and almost died, making those environmental experts busy for a while.

In the iceberg canyon, a man in white stood with a sword, his face was like a mist and illusory, and he couldn't see clearly, but he looked at the sky with a serious expression, leaving a trace of strange color in his eyes, and muttered to himself:

"I didn't expect that seed to really be nurtured by him. From now on, it will be the enemy of the whole world! Looks like I need to meet him in advance. ”

The white-clothed swordsman let out a long roar and disappeared in an instant.

In just an instant, Wang came back to his senses, and hurriedly tore off the clothes on his upper body, because he was too nervous, and even scratched a few blood marks on his body, Wang didn't seem to feel it, and his eyes were staring at the smooth heart.

Not a trace of it!

"Was it a hallucination just now?" The king felt like he was going crazy.

Wang rubbed his eyes, confirmed again, and then, he made a very funny move...

"Shhhh It hurts! Wang twisted his thigh fiercely, grinning in pain.

"It doesn't seem to be a hallucination!"

The king felt that he was about to cry, and it was difficult for anyone with an unknown object hidden in his body to calm down.

Wang checked his body over and over again, and if it weren't for the medical level of the outside world, Wang even wanted to dissect himself to see if the red bead was in his body.

When Wang regained his composure, he was already in the Daming Buddha Hall, and he saw four pairs of eyes with different expressions.

He didn't know how he got in, and the monks in the hall didn't know...

"Donor..."The familiar voice is none other than Huiwu, the abbot of Daming Temple.

However, before Huiwu's words could be spoken, he was interrupted by the king.

Wang showed a helpless and embarrassed expression, and said:

"Master, I don't know what's going on."

There was some resentment in Wang's tone, if it weren't for the old monk in front of him to let him come here, so many strange things wouldn't have happened.

The king did not tell the matter of the red beads, but only relied on his natural instincts, such as telling the matter of the beads, for fear that he would never be able to leave this place again.

Although it is not clear whether the four monks in front of him know everything that happened to him, judging from the aura that was inadvertently revealed on their bodies, it is better for him to keep one hand.

After the king finished speaking, the scene fell silent for a while.

The eyes of the four eminent monks never left his body, and the king felt that there was still a pair of eyes watching him in this great hall, and the invisible pressure was like a mountain slowly pressing down on the king's body.

Wang gritted his teeth and desperately mobilized the strength of his body to resist this pressure, but unfortunately his resistance was negligible, and the green tendons on his body were raised, and sweat continued to flow.

Just when he was about to lose his support, a Buddha horn sounded, the pressure on his body dissipated invisibly, and the king almost stood unsteady and fell to the ground.

"Donor, have you ever found your way? Can you tell us what happened at the eighth stone step? An old monk sitting next to Huiwu spoke, his eyes full of curiosity.

"I don't know!" The king breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought nothing had changed when I walked up the eighth stone staircase, and then... Then a strange bird flew by, and two drops of water landed on me, and then I didn't know anything, and when I woke up, I was already here..."

The king told the whole story, automatically cut out the part about the strange bead, and then stood there with a calm face, looking at the Buddha statue in front of him.

"Xianlu!"

The four monks exclaimed at the same time!

The four of them stared at the king with fiery eyes, and they really had a lot of luck!

Now they feel that they can explain why the aura of Daming Temple has suddenly disappeared so much, it is fairy dew!

The burning eyes of the four eminent monks made the king feel a chill, and a layer of goosebumps floated on his body.

He didn't care what Xianlu was, he just came to ask what kind of place this is, wow? How can so many strange things happen?