"This ......" Abbot Tianming's expression was shaken, his eyes moved involuntarily, and he subconsciously shook from side to side, which was really a fierce psychological struggle. But after a while, he finally gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Colorless junior brother, give way quickly, otherwise my brother will have to do it!"

"Alas......" Colorless sighed and saluted to the sky. Then, he slowly straightened up, waved his palms, and pulled out the frame of Luohan Boxing, and at the same time said solemnly to Tianming: "Senior brother is arbitrary, and someone has gone to find that boy and stop fighting." ”

"You ——!" Tianming was furious, and slapped a thousand leaves on the face: "Stupid!!"

On the other side, on the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the duel between Yang Qi and the two monks has really reached a fever pitch. Moreover, this duel is different from any previous encounter, in addition to strength, it also fights spirit.

Monk Le himself was also very surprised, his one-finger Zen was not so powerful, but for some reason, at this moment, it was like a divine help being increased to a terrifying level. There are countless statues on the treasure hall, such as the statues, the Arhat statues, and now the countless statues have turned into virtual and real images, reflected in the world of heart images.

In the eyes of outsiders, the three of them swept vertically and horizontally, and exchanged countless blows around the Buddha statue candlestick. Occasionally, the monk would fly onto the head and shoulders of the Arhat statue and make all kinds of seemingly meaningless poses. But in fact, in Yang Qi's eyes, a qiē is very different.

She felt like she was in a magical world; Middle.

It's like a combination of the most absurd dreams and the cruelest reality, like a stage set with dry ice, which is both bizarre and ethereal. The Arhat statue turned into a series of mountains and mountains of different shapes, giant trees and sacred birds. Powerful beams of light shot out from the mountains. collided with Yang Qi and produced fierce sparks. In reality, it was the attack and counterattack of the bitter monk. On the ground, thick smoke billowed and the wind flowed turbulently, and in reality it was the burning incense in the hall.

"Everyone in the world is suffering!" An incomparably vast divine cry echoed throughout the world, and then Yang Qi saw the smoke and dust under his feet slowly dissipate, revealing a hellish scene. Beneath the ground, it's like trillions of people are imprisoned. These men, women and children are not locked in cages, but as if they are locked up in the very concept of "the ground". It was as if the earth had become a tough membrane, and people struggled to reach out to the sky. The whole earth turned into muddy waves of rolling hands and heads that stretched as far as the eye could see. But in the end, there was no one to escape, only a terrible and silent roar.

"The five turbidity are turbidity, seeing turbidity, troubles turbidity, sentient beings turbidity, and life turbidity. The eight sufferings are the sufferings of birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment and hatred, and the five yin are full of suffering. As Monk Le spoke, he kept urging one-finger Zen exercises. The things people see when they encounter one-finger meditation are related to what happened to them in the past, and the more heinous and dark the history, the more powerful the mental blow they will encounter.

"The beings of the Three Realms are tormented by the five turbidities and eight sufferings and cannot be stable. Monk Le Baoxiang solemnly preached the scriptures, and he felt that his state today was incredible. You can even talk about lotus flowers: "It's like a mansion burned by fire, and you can't live in peace." ”

Han Bing and Fleur were drunk, and they ran to the door of the main hall to see the duel. But it was affected by the aftermath of a finger of Zen energy, and all of them were shocked and demented. At the same time, everyone saw their own magic barriers, and Han Bing even covered his head with a scream, almost falling directly to the ground. It was as if she had returned to that nightmare day, to the Qinglou where she was forced to sell herself. Prostitutes, old bustards, and even brothers and parents were all alienated into man-eating demons, and they surrounded her and tore and bited.

The aftermath is still like this, and Yang Qi, who was attacked with all his might, is even more exaggerated. As far as she could see, the candlesticks burning in the hall turned into infinite flames, and the hula ignited the entire vast and infinite land. All the people on the earth who struggled and couldn't get out were like squid on an iron plate, frying in the flames with a seeping echo.

The corpses on the river slaughtered by the supreme wind, the warriors of the rivers and lakes who killed each other for a divine soldier in the ancient temple of the Southern Wilderness, the reliable cat who drove a cat car to crush a bloody path in the crowd just for fun, and the biggest bombshell: the countless people who were demonized and alienated in the magic capital, all the memories of qiē were turned into abstract spiritual symbols, which manifested one by one in another way in the illusory world in front of them.

"The sky is like an iron curtain, the earth is like an oven, so red and dusty, there is no way out. In the chanting of Monk Le, Yang Qi also stopped moving.

Monk Le was slightly happy in his heart, because this duel was more important than the victory or defeat of his fists and feet. If you can persuade this woman with a deep Buddha relationship to enter the empty door, it will be very good. At that moment, he flew down on the shoulder of the Buddha statue, made a seal in his hand, and shouted: "If it is a sea of suffering, there is no boundary." How can you be liberated, only Lingshan!"

In front of Yang Qi's eyes, heaven and earth crushed and rotated like a grinding disc. Beyond the earth there is a yellow, dead sea, so rough that you can't see the other side. And in this chaotic and crazy scenery, suddenly a Buddha light appeared. The real Buddha statue turns into a huge Buddha phantom in the spiritual world, and the Buddha phantom holds a huge ship and sails this way. Han Bing and the others were frightened by it, and their expressions changed. It was as if the victims who had fallen into the water and struggled in the shipwreck saw the rescue boat, and their faces were full of longing and ecstasy.

"Layman, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and the shore is the back. The bitter monk also stopped, and said to Yang Qi not far away: "I am waiting for hard work, please understand." If the heart is not to the Buddha, it is really difficult to cross it. ”

The little girls who were affected at the door looked struggling, they resisted, but it was difficult to struggle out of the spiritual illusion. The more heartbroken the heart, the deeper the cage, the more you will bear the power of one-finger meditation.

But Yang Qi, who hadn't moved for a long time, suddenly burst out laughing. The laughter was deafening, the sound shook the house, and even the dust on the beams shook and fell. In the spiritual world, she stood in the midst of this raging wildfire, on the edge of the endless sea of suffering, but she smiled as if she had seen something interesting.

"Bitter Sea, Pudu?" Yang Qi raised his hand and pointed to the location of the laughing monk in reality, and opened his mouth to shout: "Nonsense!"

"Nonsense?" The two monks were stunned, how could there be such a reaction if one finger Zen was not the curative effect? The bitter monk couldn't help asking, "Why did the layman say this?"

"I don't understand, do you?" if it were replaced by Teacher Yang, who hadn't survived the Demon Tribulation, was here. It may be confusing. But Queen Young. But he never hesitated in this regard: "That's good." I ask you, where are you going to go to purify all sentient beings?"

"It's not a poor monk, it's a Buddha. The place where it crosses is naturally the Pure Land. ”

"Where is the Pure Land?"

"On the other side. ”

"Don't tell me these foolish witticisms! I ask where the Pure Land is, you will say the other side, I will ask where the other shore is, and you will also say the Pure Land-the mysterious wit has been saved for me, when I am a fool?" Yang Qi waved his hand, and he was aggressive: "Don't say anything about Buddha or Buddha." The Buddha does not speak, and all the scriptures are what the monk says. Don't say anything about the Pure Land or the Pure Land, no one can go out of the universe, to put it bluntly, it is still a monk temple. But if nothing else, just say that this Shaolin Temple is as peaceful and joyful and spotless as you think? Why did the fire foreman Tuo leave 70 years ago, will you two not know?"

"This ......" The bitter monk was slightly embarrassed, he happened to be the one who had experienced the incident of the fire foreman. In that incident, Shaolin itself was definitely not without fault.

"I can't even cross it myself, and I want to cross someone else? Pull people onto an unreliable boat. Then sail out to sea, not to mention that you have stolen a single part of the ship. This is called Pudu sentient beings, and it is almost the same as transcending sentient beings!" Yang Qi mercilessly stretched out his hand and pointed to the Buddha statue in front of him: "Look at this thing behind you." Where did the money come from? The Buddha gave it? Don't be funny, it wasn't given by those so-called people in the fire house. A handful of sugar pills and two handfuls of sugar pills are profound, and in the end, it is just the donor spending money to buy a boat ticket and the monk painting the Buddha with gold paint. It's not, and what. ”

"This ......" Monk Le couldn't laugh anymore, and said with a bitter face: "It is true that there are good and bad among monks, but not all of them are like this. Besides, if we follow the thoughts of the laymen, what should we do? Let sentient beings struggle in immeasurable suffering?"

"Don't be so loud, come up and define what 'all living beings are suffering' and so on. Even if there really is a boundless sea of suffering, what if you swim over by yourself!" In the world of the heart image, Yang Qi's eyebrows shone with a scorching light. The spiritual power of the seventh layer of Prajna Gong is so huge, Yang Qi formed a world of frozen hearts and minds at this layer, and Yang Qi was the same at this time.

Her heart is like the world has not yet really taken shape, but under the stimulation of the laughing monk's finger Zen, it is like a nestling breaking its shell and a seed sprouting.

Well, a huge amount of spiritual power is erupting, and the heart and the world are beginning to interfere and hedge. Including the two monks and the many little sisters who were affected, everyone seemed to be pulled into the fantasy world that Yang Qi saw at once. What I couldn't see before, I saw it in a trance. Heaven and earth are like millstones, mountains are like fences, all beings are fried in oil, and the bitter sea is raging.

There is the light of the Buddha in the sky, and the phantom of the Buddha is as solemn as a god. Hongchen beings knelt down to worship the Buddha's light, wanting to get a chance to leave the suffering of the world.

But in this kneeling world, a person stood straight, standing in front of the sea of suffering, it was Yang Qi. She didn't look back, and said in a loud voice: "Little ones, tell these two stupid monks, what is the first thing I teach you!"

Whether it was the one who joined later, or the veteran of the first phase, all the little sisters shouted in unison excitedly when they heard this: "The function of the kneecap is to stand up!"

"Haha, yes, that's it. In the karmic fire of Hulala, Yang Qi walked forward step by step, and the world of her heart trembled and changed with her steps. "I can't control any beings, and I don't need to control any beings. Those soft eggs who only know how to kneel on the ground and wait for someone to save them, those wastes who don't know how to struggle until they die, and don't know how to take a step themselves, let them suffer and let them suffer, I don't bother to care. And those who are willing to stand up with me and walk forward with me, no matter how wide the sea of suffering is, can swim through!"

With a bang, the yellow bitter sea rolled and stirred, as if it was being pushed to the side by the cleaved waves of a giant ship.

The bitter monk's eyes widened in astonishment, and Monk Le didn't know what to say. After a while, the bitter monk finally asked, "How can everything be as expected?" If the sky collapses, the landslide and the tsunami, just like the turbid world now, it cannot be disobeyed, what should happen?" There are countless swords, the sound of killing is earth-shattering, real and illusory, this is obviously the bitter monk's own observations, memories and feelings.

"Isn't that easy? Yang Qi was unmoved. She is not completely inexperienced in the battle of the heart image, although the rules of the quantum network world are not exactly the same as here, but there are many things that are interconnected. Since you can play in the quantum network, it is naturally the same here: "What's the use of hiding in the monk's temple? What's the use of self-anesthesia? When the sky wants to bury you and destroy you, it is natural to split the sky and cut the earth, move mountains and reclaim the sea, and build a bridge to the sky!"

Boom, the golden light exploded in all directions, and Yang Qi's spiritual power was like a bomb that forced the original illusory world to a precarious position. In the world of heart images, it is like a majestic mountain peak rising from the ground, piercing the sea of bitterness and standing violently, piercing straight into the chaotic and obscure vicissitudes. It's like a pillar of heaven, withstanding the universe. Yang Qi stepped out, and the sea of bitterness was churning and stirring. As soon as she reached out and grabbed it, mountains rose from the ground and rumbled into the sea.

The sea of bitterness is boundless, and the mountains are endless. When this creation-like spectacle came to an end, a bridge appeared in the yellow sea of suffering. This bridge is by no means any of the styles that everyone knows, but a modern sea-crossing bridge, which is extremely long and breathtaking.

"A bridge flies north and south, and the moat becomes a thoroughfare. Yang Qi's heart projection walked on the bridge, and the deity also walked in the temple: "I don't cross people, I only open one road." Those who have the courage and perseverance will follow. ”

"This ......" The bitter monk was completely stunned, he watched Yang Qi walk towards him in a daze, but he couldn't react. The illusory world of mental images is gradually shattered, but the spirit of the woman in front of her in the actual material world has not diminished in the slightest. He has his own suffering, his own understanding. If it weren't for the belief of "guarding" in his heart, he wouldn't have been able to train the golden bell jar to the twelfth level.

He firmly believed that he was right.

But now, he's not so sure.

"Don't cross people, but open a road......" The bitter monk muttered to himself, not knowing what he was thinking.

But the next moment, Yang Qi's voice sounded near his eyes: "You said that if I broke your golden bell jar, I won, right?"

"Huh?" The bitter monk woke up from his distraction, only to find that Yang Qi was already standing three feet in front of him unconsciously. Unexpectedly, he was shaken by Ruosi, and he was unconscious when he was walked to such a distance. The bitter monk smiled bitterly and nodded honestly: "That's true." ”

"Then you're going to lose—"

Boom, the fierce wind swept outward from the hall of the Great Majesty, and the vermilion door panels that blew creaked and swayed. The angry-eyed monk who happened to hit the nearby outside only heard a loud bang in his ears, and the roof of the Daxiong Treasure Hall suddenly shattered into a big hole. A golden figure flew out like a baseball that had been knocked away, mixed with broken rubble and wood chips, and it was a bitter monk. And the Le Monk was not much better, and he flew past the side of the angry-eyed monk with his hands and dances, obviously not by his own will. (To be continued......)

ps: This 4k is the chapter that was promised last night, and it was written in the morning, but it has not been sent out until now. Two chapters of 8k, save up some discipline. Let's go to brush a big b station first.,And then start writing today's content.,Send it out later~~R1292.