Chapter 507 - Anger in the Snow

It was the story of a little novice.

Even though he was born in a temple, he was still different from other quiet novices.

He loves to move and loves martial arts.

He is extremely curious about everything in the world.

Reciting the scriptures every day is the part he hates the most. Daily practice is the part he looks forward to the most.

His master always smiled and shook his head, and took a small wooden stick to beat his head as a wooden fish as a punishment.

As the years passed, the little novice grew up.

His master told him to go down the mountain to practice and travel. He has a martial personality and a passionate heart. Whenever he encounters injustice, he will take action. And when he encounters some masters, he will see Hunting Heart and run to learn martial arts.

Finally, one time, he shot too hard and killed a disciple from the Great Sect.

His master was furious and took him back to the back mountain of the Chiba sect, where he read the scriptures day and night, hoping to wash away his sin. It's just that at that time, he only felt that Master was the most annoying person in the world, and his anger did not go out because of this, but became stronger and stronger.

Almost every day, he would break through the cave door once.

And the one guarding the back mountain is his master.

His master is a contemporary monk and the head of the Chiba sect. Is he Master's opponent?

In this way, the master and apprentice fought every day, and when he rested, his master would continue to read the scriptures and recite the texts, which was very annoying. That anger is like throwing down firewood and trees in a mountain fire that burns the world, and the more it burns, the more it burns.

And just like that, another decade passed.

Until one day, the person who came to the mountain gate was no longer a master, but a monk.

He recognized the monk as his uncle.

Uncle Shi took him to a corpse that had returned to the ruins.

He stared at the corpse in amazement for three months.

Whenever he heard the sound of reading the scriptures, he wanted to smash his ears and pull out the master's tongue. But why is it so sad when you can't hear it now?

Three months later, he officially took over the Iron Lotus and became the head of the contemporary Chiba faction.

His anger was collected by him into the depths of his heart and became his natal spiritual fire. This spiritual fire is also his most powerful weapon. It's not that you don't get angry, but why you are angry, and there's a reason for your anger.

............

The snow is like rain, and this is a world of snow.

Xu Yan stood in the snowfield, looking blankly at this snow-white world.

He looked around, but found that the snow-white plain was empty—except for the snowman not far in front of him, so Xu Yan could only walk towards the snowman.

When he was about to walk in front of the snowman, the snowman suddenly heard a voice.

"Angry?"

As soon as the two words fell, Xu Yan immediately felt a drastic change.

That change comes from emotions.

A monstrous anger erupted from the depths of his heart.

............

Xiao Hu saw that Xu Yan's eyes turned red, and he looked up to the sky and roared!

Xu Sheng on the other side smiled: "How can the natal spiritual fire of the old monster of Jiayi be so easy to bear? Look at it, without the help of this seat, this little doll will be burned to ashes by that spiritual fire within ten breaths!"

............

Xu Yan opened his mouth and replied, "Why are you angry?"

Even though his face was red and his eyes were red, his answer was very calm.

The snowman was silent for a moment: "Why aren't you angry?"

"I don't want to. 」

Unwilling.

It's two simple words, but it contains endless Zen.

Wish, often interpreted as wish, but more often than not, willing. The former is a kind of hope, while the latter is a strong personal subjectivity.

When I am angry, I am angry, and if I don't want to be angry, who can force me to be angry?

"Good, but now it's time for you to get angry. 」

After a long silence, the snowman sounded again.

And Xu Yan saw the snowman in front of him, and a pair of eyes suddenly appeared!

This is a figure that has been sitting in the snow for a long time and has been piled up by snow!

Then it burns up.

Snowfield?

Where is this snow, every piece of snow is the purest flame.

So this snowfield is a sea of fire that is enough to burn the heavens and the earth!

At the last moment, Xu Yan stood in the snowfield, feeling slightly cold.

The next moment, Xu Yan stood in the sea of fire, his whole body burning!

............

The crimson on Xu Yan's body instantly faded, and his eyes were all milky white!

Not only the eyeballs, but also the pupils are all milky white. From a distance, it looked like two milky white flames were burning in Xu Yan's eyes!

The monstrous heat was not just the heat of the flames, but a burning emotion.

This is the spiritual fire cultivated by the high Sangha in the first lifetime of anger using the supreme Dharma, called [Anger].

Xu Yan's right hand stretched out, and the milky white flames wrapped around his right arm, turning into lines.

At first glance, it seems to have turned into a thin straight thread. But if you look closely, the thin threads are actually composed of [Flame Sun Patterns].

Although he couldn't find out Xu Yan's father, Song Zhixuan had already analyzed the [Great Sun Flame Yang Pattern] thoroughly, and worked with Xu Yan to deduce the next part. Xu Yan will put the other palaces of the whole body into the Great Sun Sun Yang pattern.

The chest is yang, and the arms and feet are light.

At this moment, Xu Yan's right arm is the morning light of the great sun on his chest.

With [Anger] into the pattern, turned into sunlight.

Feeling Xu Yan's familiar and annoying fluctuations, Xu Sheng's face was shocked, and he screamed, "Old Monster Jiayi! It's you!?" The shadow rushed towards Xu Yan like a wave! Xiao Hu's face was already extremely pale, and he could feel that if he was contaminated by even a drop of that black wave, he would die instantly!

He could only put all his hopes on Xu Yan.

............

"I'm not Gayi. 」

Xu Yan's figure levitated, standing among the nine vermilion ancient pillars that stood up to the entire space.

The terrifying black wave could not reach the range of the nine ancient stone pillars.

"I'm Xu Yan. 」

Xu Yan was in the air, clenching his fists around his waist.

The nine vermilion stone pillars gradually shattered, and some white bone fragments were faintly visible among them. These nine stone pillars were originally sealed stone pillars condensed by the nine Chiba Sect monks using their bodies and cultivation.

The red and white fragments revolved around Xu Yan's body.

When this fierce beast was sealed, Jiayi sacrificed the cultivation of nine enlightened monks, the flesh seal, and the holy relic of Buddhism, the iron lotus, but he owed a core. That is Jiayi's natal spiritual fire, and that spiritual fire also contains a wisp of Jiayi's residual consciousness.

If the beast is freed from its predicament, the remnants of Gayi's divine consciousness will take possession of the flesh of the person attracted by the nameless orb of fire and send out this last resort. But Xu Yan's answer passed the level of Jiayi's residual knowledge, so Jiayi gave Xu Yan the opportunity to deal the final blow.

Buzz Buzz ......

There was a constant humming, like a low sob.

Where does this low sobbing sound come from?

Xu Yan's body at this moment was almost connected with the entire Chiba Sect's sect, so he knew the source of the voice in an instant.

Do you want to follow me?

Xu Yan asked in a low voice.

It's just that the fluctuations that come are so sad and absolute.

Or maybe it's because it should have broken in the first place.

One early morning a thousand years ago, it should have shattered.

But by chance, it fell on the body of a little novice, and then it was carried by the little novice, and it was nourished day and night with the power of the grain.

Now that the little novice is leaving, how can it not break?

Is there a reason why it doesn't break?

Xu Yan was silent, then understood.

"Then shatter it. Xu Yan muttered to himself.