In this world where hundreds of ghosts travel day by day, the confusion in Sen Luo's heart is inexhaustible. If you can't comprehend the true meaning of impermanence in this world, I'm afraid that this nameless trouble will only continue to breed - I am afraid that it will be difficult to kill all of them with the sword in your hand. For this reason, Sen Luo understands that he is afraid that he still has not found the meaning of this "false" life, and all kinds of entanglements in the past and present lives are probably difficult for him to understand, "Who am I?" What is it about coming to this world? How to be liberated? These thoughts would always cause the skeletal warrior to fall into ignorance.

It's easy to get free, and in the past, any battle only needed not to resist, and let the opponent smash every bone of him, and he would be naturally freed. But that can't be done...... No matter what, it can't be done. Now the events in this village made the skeletal warrior sit cross-legged on the ground after walking out for a distance, letting the fallen leaves under the moonlight fall on him one after another, and he himself fell into deep thought.

Thoughts are like thousands of tributaries, they can't be gathered together, those memories of the martial arts that have been tempered in their minds, the memories of killing the enemy on the battle array, maybe the memories of this body when they were alive, but Sen Luo understands that this is not him. When this body woke up, it was definitely not the resentment of the previous body of this skeleton. And the Fear Mountain that he is going to go to in the future, Na Luo Jiangshen is not a weak person who lets him kill him, just by looking at the demonic energy emitted, you can know what kind of strong man he is.

The moon was setting and the sun was rising, and the skeletal warrior was leaning against the tree, and the skeleton's face was expressionless, otherwise he would have seen a face that was thinking for a long time. "It's easy to get rid of thieves in the mountains, but it's hard to kill thieves in your hearts!" The double tone echoed low under the trees, and the confusion burned like a flame in Senro's body—not visible in the iron-colored bones, for it was the fire of ignorance in the soul.

In broad daylight, the sunlight stubbornly penetrates the dark clouds of the demonic energy in the sky, sprinkling the pale sunlight on the earth, and the late summer season is like the beginning of winter, and bursts of cold air come from the ground and the sky. The warmth of the sun is very, very light, but after all, it is the light of the great sun, shining on Sen Luo's body, the ignorant fire in his heart has temporarily calmed down a little, "This is the ......" finally gathered a little flurry of thoughts, and Sen Luo, who reconciled the surging demonic energy, also had a trace of clarity, "Go crazy?" ”

He didn't know if he should describe it like this, but Sen Luo knew what to do now, since it had reached this juncture, it was natural to drink the wine in his hand in one go, and it would be a pity that the good wine left by Qing Shui Ji would disappear between heaven and earth if he didn't finish drinking. The skeletal warrior moved his hand with difficulty, took off the wine jug at his waist, and was so excited that he poured all the red and dusty wine into his mouth in one go.

The scabbard of the beauty under the moon let out a clear sound, and the sword automatically slid out of the sheath, and a fierce demonic aura emanated from the knife, winding all the way up with Sen Luo's hand bones. Almost the entire skeleton of this skeleton of the samurai was "soaked" in the thick of fine wine, and if it weren't for the barrel on his body that covered most of the phosgene, I am afraid that this skeleton would become the most dazzling existence here. The wine is in his heart, and this Sen Luo simply takes advantage of the red dust in this wine, and lets his heart and thoughts fly at will, completely letting it go.

Since this is the case, and the wine has been drunk, then I simply don't think about it, and it is a good thing to be relieved in this way - it's just a pity that he made a vow to kill Luo Jiangshen, which will more or less reduce the demonic energy in the sky. However, manpower is sometimes poor, and the changes in life are not something that they can predict, and now there is no fire in their hearts, and if they are extinguished from now on, it is also a helpless thing. Fortunately, Sen Luo is also considered expansive, anyway, he didn't know his past in the first place, and there is nothing wrong with this false life returning to nothingness, but I feel a little unwilling and pity.

Xinma Youyi's thoughts couldn't tell what it was, it seemed that this dense wine had made Sen Luo drunk after all, and in his heart, there was a sword. The slender and graceful blade of the beauty under the moon was inserted straight here, and the slightly drunk but cold feeling made Sen Luo's heart very relaxed, and he also felt a trace of peace and joy, "Maybe this is the Buddha." The skeletal warrior muttered to himself.

As time passed, the troubles of ignorance gradually began to dissipate in the intoxication and thoughtlessness created by the wine of red dust...... And so it was. Thank you, Shimizu-hime. The wine you left behind still saved my illusory life. It's just that next time, I'm afraid I'll have to rely on myself. The skeletal warrior sat up straight, thinking to himself. Distractions and troubles left him for the time being, but Sen Luo knew that they would return, and that next time, it would be even more dangerous than this one.

"I want to be liberated, but I can't leave this world. I want to be pure, but I am full of ignorance. I never thought that I was a skeleton ghost, but I was also a contradictory life. Sen Luo sighed, for a while he was really a little disheartened, and at this time the skeleton unconsciously recited the Heart Sutra, at this time the Japanese Heart Sutra is recited in Chinese, the double tone in the recitation of the Buddhist scriptures but synthesized one, but still has a unique charm.

The skeletal warrior smiled, and found that there were a lot of Buddhist scriptures in his memory, and this samurai who was committed to killing people could actually recite Buddhist scriptures and solve them, which was also a contradiction, and it was worth laughing at himself. So the skeleton recited the Buddhist scriptures in its mouth, and staggered on. In the moonlight, he touched the flask, shook it, and then hung it around his waist again. The muffled sound of chanting drifted into the distance with the night breeze until it fell silent.

Ever since the ignorance and afflictions ignited this time, Sen Luo felt that his foundation was shaking, and if he hadn't recited the Heart Sutra all the time, he would have already ignited the karmic fire and burned himself thoroughly. On this day, Sen Luo saw that the Osmoky Mountain was in sight, but he was afraid that if he continued to move forward, he would not be able to suppress the demonic thoughts and troubles in his heart. Until now, he didn't know that the demonic aura in front of him was the source of all his troubles, and the closer he got to it, the more irritated he became.

If you want to reduce it, it is convenient to either realize yourself, or simply let the ignorance and troubles break the embankment, and completely turn into the skeleton and ghost that travels every day, and of course your own existence is also erased. Sen Luo didn't think about this, otherwise what would he be working so hard for? At that moment, he also stayed here, there was a mountain wall in front of him, and the warrior with this skeleton pulled out the beauty under the moon and slashed at the cliff with a knife, "Guanzi Bodhisattva!" With a twist of his sword, he carved the first line of five words directly on the mountain wall.