"Now that things are changing, it's better to prepare early!" Fang Ming thought in his heart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

For a traverser who knows the context of a world, what he is most afraid of is variables, because this will make him lose the ability to foresee.

"Someone!" Thinking of this, Fang Ming shouted loudly.

Soon a big man in a black robe appeared in front of Fang Ming, and the big man half-knelt in front of Fang Ming and said respectfully: "I have seen the lord, what does the lord command?" ”

Fang Ming once showed favor to this big man, and the big man also followed Fang Ming for more than ten years, and won Fang Ming's trust.

"Send more people to pay close attention to Yang Guang's every move, and report to me at any time if there is a situation." Fang Heng instructed, he has never paid much attention to Yang Guang, in his heart, Yang Guang has always been a street fighter, so he didn't put people around Yang Guang.

But he didn't expect that now Yang Guang would be able to turn over, thinking of the magic knife that slashed four supreme grandmasters in a row, Fang Ming had a lot of thoughts in his heart.

As a traverser, he once had the idea of taking the magic knife into his hand, but the magic knife contained the remnant souls of the seventy-two emperors of the Great Sui, and the remnant souls would not be controlled by him if the magic knife was not eliminated, but if the remnant soul in it was eliminated, the power of the magic knife would also be eliminated by ninety percent, and Fang Ming would never have the intention of winning the magic knife.

"No matter how things develop, no one can stop me!" Fang Ming looked at the main task in the system, and his thoughts fluctuated.

"All the ways are like dream bubbles, like dew and electricity, and they should be viewed as such!" In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Meditation Temple, Zhang Daoyi was holding a Diamond Sutra and was studying.

Sunlight shone into the room through the window, shining on Zhang Daoyi's side face, and bursts of scholarly fragrance came from the room, which was refreshing.

Since that day after discussing the Tao with the Yuantong monk, Zhang Daoyi has lived in the Jingnian Monastery for a long time, and every day he is either reading books in the Tibetan scripture pavilion of the Jingnian Monastery or exchanging practice experience with the Yuantong monk.

Although there are no supernatural exercises in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the Meditation Temple, the things in it are still precious, and they are not easy for ordinary people to see, if it were not for Zhang Daoyi as a supreme master, there would be no chance to enter the Hidden Scripture Pavilion of the Meditation Temple.

There are some Buddhist scriptures in the Tibetan scripture pavilion, these Buddhist scriptures are not unusual, you can buy a copy for a few pennies outside, but the Buddhist scriptures of the Jingnian Zen Temple have the annotations of the Jingnian Zen Temple for thousands of years, generations of great monks.

They have commented on the Buddhist scriptures with their views on the Buddhist Tao, and their words also contain their will.

These days, Zhang Daoyi has gained a lot.

After practicing in this world for hundreds of years, although Zhang Daoyi has also read countless Buddhist scriptures, it has always been difficult to integrate them.

And these days, after communicating with the will of countless great monks, Zhang Daoyi's understanding of Buddhism has improved by leaps and bounds.

"The so-called selfless appearance, no human appearance, no sentient beings, and no longevity aspect is the non-thinking, non-separation, and non-attachment to all realms!" Zhang Daoyi murmured softly in his mouth, and something seemed to be born in his heart.

Buddhism and Taoism practice is more important to the spiritual realm, and once the realm reaches the supernatural power, it is self-generated, on the contrary, if the realm is not strong enough to practice Buddhism, there will be thousands of obstacles, and it is difficult to achieve great success.

In Buddhism, every supreme master is a master of Buddhism.

"It's a pity that the way of Buddhism is not my way after all!" After being silent for a long time, Zhang Daoyi sighed.

Although the Buddha's path is wonderful, it is not in harmony with his own heart, and if one day his path is completed, it may include the Buddha's way, but the Buddha's path will not be his way.

"Buddhism cultivates nothingness, emphasizing formlessness, formlessness, and selflessness; And Taoism cultivates it, and cultivates the truth through falsehood. ”

"But the two have something in common, what they seek is the way, but the method is different, so what is my method?" Zhang Daoyi thought in his heart, if he wants to achieve the supreme Dao fetus, this is a step that must be taken, jump out of the cage of his predecessors, and find his own path.

"I still haven't accumulated enough after all!" After thinking for a while, Zhang Daoyi was no longer obsessed with this problem, and he couldn't force it to practice, and being too persistent would be harmful and useless.

A fallen leaf floated out of the window and landed on the book spread out on the table, Zhang Dao smiled slightly when he saw this, and closed the Diamond Sutra on the table.

Outside the city of Chang'an, among the emperor's tombs.

Yang Guang looked at the floating magic knife in front of him and laughed, biting the tip of his tongue and spurting out a mouthful of essence blood, the essence blood formed a strange pattern in the air, and the pattern was imprinted on the magic knife and constantly changing, sometimes showing the scene of worship of ten thousand demons, and sometimes turning into a demon who was the only one.

Dao black qi shot out from Yang Guang's body, and finally wrapped the magic knife, he was refining the magic knife with a method in his memory, completing the last step of the magic knife formation.

Although there is the remnant soul and hatred of the seventy-two monarchs of the Great Sui in the magic knife, it is very scattered and difficult to exert the greatest power, and now Yang Guang wants to integrate the remnants of the seventy-two monarchs of the Great Sui with hatred.

Only the magic knife that integrates the hatred of the seventy-two generations of monarchs can become the real magic knife.

"O ancestor of the magic sword! Now Yang Guang, the unfilial descendant, implores all the ancestors to help me to forge this knife, and I, Yang Guang, will let the magic knife drink the blood of the people in the Buddha Gate in the future, so as to comfort the souls of the ancestors in the sky! With Yang Guang's words, the remnants of the seventy-two emperors of the Great Sui all woke up, and phantoms appeared in the emperor's tomb, and these phantoms were the seventy-two emperors of the Great Sui.

In their eyes, there was no sanity, only boundless hatred, these emperors sacrificed their own blood to the demon sword, and they suffered endless pain in the moment before they died, and these pains were transformed into hatred for Buddhism.

Buddhism has controlled the Yang family for thousands of years, and countless outstanding descendants of the Yang family have died at the hands of Buddhism.

Generation after generation of Buddhists oppressed the common people, scraped the people's fat and ointment, and every time the people's grievances arose, they let the descendants of the Yang family bear the blame, and use the blood of the descendants of the Yang family to calm the people's grievances, so as to protect the Buddhism door is unhindered, such a big grievance, how can they not hate.

"Now Buddhism wants to cut off the bloodline of my Yang family and set up a new monarch, and I ask the ancestors to help me!" After Yang Guang finished speaking, he bowed to the seventy-two remnant souls.

"Buddhism should be destroyed!" Seventy-two remnant souls spoke at the same time, and their tones were surprisingly unanimous, and the sound was like thunder in this empty cavern.

Then all the seventy-two remnant souls were shattered, turning into blood-red qi and entering the magic knife, and the magic knife became more and more red, as if blood was about to drip from it.

In the end, the magic knife fell into Yang Guang's hand, and the color blood red turned dark red, no longer emitting a charming luster, and the artifact was obscure.

Looking at the magic knife in his hand, Yang Guang stroked it with his hand and said slowly: "This knife was born because of hatred, so it's called emperor hatred!" ”