"Second brother, can you believe in the past life and the present life!"

As soon as Xiongba's words came out, Mu Yingxiong was immediately stunned, obviously not expecting that this aspect would be involved.

"This set of swordsmanship was created by me in my previous life, on top of the sword tomb, when I pulled out the heroic sword, I suddenly remembered part of the memory of my past life in my mind. Among them is this set of Guizang swords, and in my memory, there are many strange things about our 'world realm'. ”

When Xiongba said this, he suddenly remembered the two great divine skills about the Sword Sect in his mind, "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect" and "Yuantian Sword Technique".

Originally, he thought it was just a boring fantasy in his mind, but he didn't expect that on the night he went back, his body suddenly regained all his strength. He himself came to the Sword Sect under the mission of the ghost, and got the secret of "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect" according to the memory in his mind.

Later, in order not to startle the snake, he finished reading the secret book and put it in its place. Quietly returned to the inn where he lived, but he didn't expect that when he woke up the next day, the original almost overflowing true qi disappeared without a trace, and he once again became in a state of exhaustion.

"Big brother, I will never believe in such a thing as reincarnation. ”

As Mu Yingxiong spoke, his handsome face was full of determination, he was indeed a strong-willed and amazing kendo wizard.

"Hehe, my words, the second brother will treat it as an ordinary story, just listen to it, don't care!"

There was a smile in Xiongba's eyes, which seemed to really make Mu Yingxiong not care, but in his own heart, he had long been convinced of his past life because of "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect".

That man named Ji Game!

Half a month later, Mu Yingxiong had already mastered the Guizang Sword, and Ji Game had nothing to teach him. So, the two brothers broke up again.

I also said goodbye and left three days ago!

Ying Xiong planned to go home, and at the same time took Xiao Yu away, and Ji Bo became alone again!

That's all. At this time, his heart was full of vigorous fighting spirit.

"Dad, I'm going to build a gang and dominate the world!"

After saying his words, Ji Bo felt a strong sense of mission emerging in his heart, as if he was born to do this.

He belongs to this chaotic rivers and lakes, and it is his life's mission to end the chaos of Shenzhou martial arts and unify it!

"Oh, my son is finally going to embark on your own path!"

The purple-clothed man heard this. Tears are about to fall, it's not easy, he has waited from the child to the age of ten to the current twenty years old, nearly ten years, and finally waited for his words, this determination.

"Yes, I should live up to the name of the hegemon and dominate the martial arts!"

Ji Game, who has not fully awakened all his memories, did not know when he said this. Thousands of miles away in the Miyin Temple, a monk wearing a plain robe was kneeling under the golden body of the Buddha, coughing constantly. It was as if he was going to cough up his own life.

"Master, your condition has worsened for more than a month, and the medicine stone has no spirit, and it is true that Senior Brother has traveled far away and has not returned. Shall we get him back?"

"No need, because the master knows that his death is imminent, and the master and apprentice have no time to see the last side. Needless reluctantly. ”

"What, master, you...... Death is imminent!"

When a monk who was younger than he heard this, he couldn't help but turn pale and knelt down in disbelief.

"Don't be confused, life and death are fate, why grieve. ”

The old man's kind voice spread throughout the main hall of the Buddhist temple, and a bell rang at the foot of the mountain, so that all the monks couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness from the heart, and unconsciously, they all left their own tears.

"It's ...... What's going on...... For what, my heart ...... So sad!"

The monk at the gate of the ancient temple didn't know what he would cry for, he only knew that he was very sad, and he didn't find a figure that crossed him and entered it.

This ancient temple, called "Miyin Temple", is the holy place of all temples in Shenzhou, and the presiding officer of this generation of Miyin Temple is called the monk emperor!

The Emperor of the Monks!

It is reported that this monk emperor has been proficient in Buddhism and medicine since he was a child, and he is the most respected monk among the monks in Shenzhou, so he is known as the "monk emperor".

Moreover, in addition to being proficient in the two principles of Buddhism and medicine, this "monk emperor" also has a kind of ability. Legend has it that he has a "mirror of the heart" embedded in his forehead, which can see all the things in the world in the red dust, and the magic is endless.

Today, this first person in Buddhism has finally come to the end of his life.

In the main hall, when the little monk was crying, the monk slowly turned around and stroked his smooth head.

"Idiot, birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws, and no one can escape them, not to mention that a person who has been waiting for his teacher all his life has finally come today, and he has no regrets. ”

I saw this legendary monk emperor, about sixty years old, with a pair of thin and long eyebrows, almost hanging down to his neck. The most wonderful thing is that there is really a small bronze mirror with a diameter of two inches embedded in his forehead, which can illuminate people, as if he can really see all the troubles and disputes of all living beings.

Even the troubles of the people who came were expected by him, because the people reflected in the mirror of the "mirror of the heart" now are positive

It's him!

"I came here to ask for guidance, but now the master is ill, I'm afraid it's not timely. ”

"Ah, he's the one the master is waiting for!"

The little monk looked back, only to see a beard as white as snow, a short kind old man standing at the door of the main hall, a more peaceful and holy breath than the monk emperor diffused from his body, a pair of eyes seemed to have gone through a hundred generations of reincarnation, to see the vicissitudes of the world.

"Don't be confused, you can retreat for the teacher first!"

"Yes, master!"

The little monk went down, and in the entire hall, except for the golden body of the Buddha, there were only the monks and the old man.

"People in the world always complain that life is bitter and happy, so you can laugh a day to be happy, two smiles can be free, three laughs a day is more than what to ask for, but you can do it one by one. The name of the three laughs can be said to be worthy of the name, and its origin is not false. ”

While the monk was speaking, the old man had already entered the main hall, and the strange thing was that there seemed to be a pair of invisible hands, and after he walked into the main hall, the door was slowly closed. At the same time. This old man who has seen all the vicissitudes of the world spoke.

"I have heard that the monk emperor has cultivated the Buddha's door to the sky, and the forehead can see through the cause and effect of the third world. ”

"The donor could have been free, but you are kind-hearted and take the well-being of the common people as your own responsibility. But the old man can tell you now that the catastrophe that you have been worrying about in your heart will happen! No matter how hard you try, it will be in vain!"

"Ahh How can this be? Isn't there a man of destiny who reverses the catastrophe?"

When the old man heard the monk emperor's words, he broke the worries in his heart, and his kind face appeared unbearable.

"Do you think it's possible? The donor knows that mortals who try to reverse the destiny of heaven with their own strength will be punished by heaven. You have the life of a spirit turtle, and your longevity is infinite, and there will always be a time when you run out!"

"Even if I have to exhaust my last distraction, I am a capable person, since I know that the catastrophe of the common people is coming. How can you sit idly by!"

When the old man's slightly fat and round face said this, it showed that no one was firm, and ...... Refuse!

After hearing this, the monk emperor was silent for a moment. After the most reluctant, he closed his eyes and slowly said three words.

"Well said!"

I saw that a dazzling golden light appeared in his folded hands, and he had already urged his life's work.

The old man also knew that even if the benefactor had a glimmer of hope, he would make a desperate bet. Put your life on the line. And it is precisely because the donor has a heart for the well-being of the common people......"

Suddenly, the golden light of the monk's hands vanished, and the mirror on his forehead showed a glass-like divine light.

“...... Why is the old man afraid to press his golden body as well?"

"Ahh

The glass-like divine light made the old man who had lived for thousands of years couldn't help but raise his hand. Get in the way of your own eyes.

"Whew!"

There was a huge sound of flesh and blood separation, and I saw that the monk emperor had used all his strength to force out the mirror that was integrated with his forehead and scalp and embedded in the skull.

A large spring of blood gushed out from the bloody hole in the monk's forehead, and the white bones were faintly visible. The glass-like mirror rose up with bloodshot shots and fell into the palm of the old man's hand.

"Master, ...... you?"

"This mirror of the heart is where my golden body relics are. If you can use it well, it will be a great obstacle to your reversal of destiny. ”

"But the master is destined to be able to prove Bodhi in this life, and it is not easy to cultivate the golden body......"

Listening to the old man's unbearable words, the monk emperor's face fell calmly on the futon, and blood gushed out of the blood hole on his forehead, dyed his slender eyebrows, and dripped onto the Buddha beads on his neck, afraid of grinning. The purple Buddha beads that the monk emperor had been carrying since the beginning of the entrance suddenly broke and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

"I came into the world from something, and I am afraid to go away from nothing. If I can work with you to save the people, what is the pity of abandoning it......?

When the monk said this, the blood spring poured into his deep eyes, and then fell down the bridge of his nose, as if he had shed blood-colored tears, which was particularly poignant and tragic!

"What?"

"One tyrant town Shenzhou, the world is easy to three swords!"

"One tyrant, three swords?"

The old man didn't know the meaning of the Dao, but the monk emperor had reached the moment of his death. I saw that this Buddhist monk was covered with blood, but his expression was peaceful, as if he was about to take refuge in the Pure Land. Seeing the old man, compassion rose in his heart, and he made a warning at the end.

"Donor, before leaving, I will send you a word......

"Thousands of can't be saved, it's better to go back with a smile!"

"Ha" The old man smiled bitterly after hearing this, and at this time, the monk emperor had already passed away with a smile.

"Whoa...... Who...... ......"

Suddenly, a strange sound attracted the old man's attention, and when he looked up, he saw that the golden body of the Buddha had cracked several cracks in his chest.

"Is even the Buddha's heart broken?"

Is it because a generation of eminent monks did not hesitate to give up their golden bodies and passed away in the last days in order to save the common people? Or is it because the Buddhas have knowledge and are suffering from a catastrophe that even the monks and emperors think cannot be saved, but they cannot but save it...... Heartbroken?"

Thinking of this, even the old man's thousands of years of life couldn't help but leave a cold sweat, and the mirror in his hand was colder than ice and snow. (To be continued......)