On this day, the two giant stars of the Taiyin Sun in the Orthodox Central Region suddenly disappeared.

On this day, the light rising from the Orthodox Middle Domain was a vast expanse of holy white qi.

It is a sword that emits the holy white qi, and it is also a sword that obscures the light of the two stars of the Taiyin and the sun, and the name of this sword is only one word.

Saint!

This is the name of this sword, what kind of people and things can be called holy?

There is an ancient saying that there are three immortals for the winner, which are speech, meritorious service, and virtue, and only those who hold these three immortals can be holy.

But now that the name of 'sacredness' is a sword, how should it make words, merits, and virtues?

Perhaps, this 'holy' sword needs a person to hold it.

But now the 'saint' sword is still not cast, it is still one step away, it is still missing a heart, a heart that 'establishes a heart for heaven and earth, establishes a life for the people, continues to learn for the saints, and opens peace for all generations'.

How do you forge such a heart?

Nature is to use people, use life, and cast the hearts of people who go forward and follow each other and are not afraid of death.

"Is this the way to go?" Above the white clouds, Qiong Yue, who was watching the ceremony, wondered to herself.

She wondered if it was because she was forging a sword in the mountains and rivers beneath the white clouds.

It's a sword that can't see the color, you can say it's white, you can say it's black, you say what color it is, you can see what color, because it can hold any kind of person in the world, so it's colorless.

The position of the sword is very high, in an abyss of thousands of feet, and under the abyss, there is a flame that will never be extinguished.

Why won't the flame go out?

Because it is the heart that ignites this flame, the heart that embraces all ideals, and the heart that follows one after the other for the sake of the heart's wishes.

There were many people standing on both sides of the abyss, probably in the millions, but these people were not all of them, because in the distance of heaven and earth, there were still countless people walking.

These people are all dressed the same, they are all scholars, they all wear crowns of jade, and even their eyes are all glanced, they are like seeing their own saints and their dreams.

They didn't come to see the sword, they came to forge the sword.

How to cast?

Facing the abyss, he jumped and turned his immortal heart into an unquenchable fire.

There are countless people who have jumped into the abyss, probably millions, maybe more, but no matter where you stand, you still can't smell a trace of blood, you still can't smell any stench.

Some are just holy, and some are just a fresh aroma, just like the smell of a bright flower in full bloom, which is very good.

"How long will this last?" Qiong Yue sighed and asked, watching the Confucian disciples jump into the abyss one after another to ignite the flames.

"Until the 'saint' sword has a heart. Standing next to him was Jun Ziyue, the gaze in his eyes was very pure, not as pervasive as his friend Qiong Yue.

"Will you jump in too?" asked Qiong Yue after a glance.

"If it was my turn, I'd jump in. Jun Ziyue replied with a gentle smile.

"I'd be sad if you jumped in and became your friend. Qiong Yue frowned and said.

"You should be happy for me, because I have found my way. Jun Ziyue shook his head and said.

"Then you will chase your way!Hmph!" Qiong Yue listened, snorted coldly, and disappeared into the white clouds.

The smell of fragrance wafted to the tip of the pen, and Jun Ziyue quietly walked into the crowd, and he also walked slowly towards the 'saint' sword like everyone else, but he walked very slowly, so it would probably take many years to reach the holy sword, and most importantly, there were countless people in front of him, maybe this sword could not be cast by him.

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In another part of the Orthodox Middle Realm, the heaven and earth here are a tree, a Bodhi tree, a Puti tree that never withers or blooms.

Buddhism is on the Bodhi tree, on the branches, countless monks sweep the dust, as if in the eyes of the monks, the world can not tolerate dust, but whether they can't tolerate, or the Buddha can't tolerate, it is unknown.

The architecture of the Buddha Gate is very interesting, it is like growing from the Puti tree, countless branches give birth to countless roads, countless temples grow on countless roads, it seems that each road can find its own Buddha, find its own Western Heaven.

But there are thousands of paths, but only three are unique.

A golden one, with thousands of golden lotuses on it, every step of the way, it is like walking on the holy road.

A blood-colored, endless sea of blood on it, and several light boats sailing on it, as if it was a bitter sea.

One is colorless, it is empty, and even everything does not exist, this road, few people can see.

Again, there are many monks, but only a few are particularly interesting.

First of all, an old monk who has been standing in front of the roots of the tree to clean, the monk is really old, probably just by looking at the appearance, maybe the monk is the oldest person in the world. It is said that the monk is strange, not because he is old, but because everyone seems to be unable to see his existence.

"Every time I pass by here, I always feel like there's someone. Walking to the root of the tree, the wine monk buried all the things forbidden by Buddhism, and then muttered a word, and walked up to the Bodhi tree.

And the wine monk is the second interesting monk, and the direction he walks is the golden road.

After a while, a woman wearing a purple monk's robe also came to the Bodhi tree, yes, you read that right, the woman was wearing a monk's robe, a monk's clothes, not any other style.

The woman's figure is particularly hot, even the desireless Buddha robe can't cover her figure, she walks on the Bodhi tree, like a fire, a fire of desire that ignites the land of desirelessness.

After the woman walked on the Bodhi tree, she walked towards the blood-colored road, which was also strange, and it was also strange that she looked like a witch, but none of these Buddha cultivators stopped her.

After a while, another woman came, this woman was long and captivating, and she was dressed very elegantly, just like a lily, and even a hundred flowers would grow wherever the woman walked, and wherever she went, the fragrance of flowers would go.

After the woman walked some distance on the Bodhi Temple, the entire Bodhi tree was covered with flowers, but the Bodhi tree did not bloom.

The woman was dressed like a bodhisattva, pure, emerald white, and holding a jade bottle in her hand, but what she contained in the bottle was not willow, but a few elegant flowers.

The path that a woman walks is the road where there is no road.

When the woman stepped in, all the Buddhas who were cleaning the Bodhi tree stopped, and they all looked at the Bodhisattva woman in the city, but their eyes were not looking at people, but at the woman's feet, or at the path the woman walked.

You see, isn't it, except for these four people, everyone else is very boring, right, after all, at this time, the land of Buddha, the land of desirelessness.

After all, people still have desires to be much more interesting.