In the Dajue Temple, Mu Jun looked at the purple-red Bodhi tree in front of him with a solemn expression, and a mysterious pattern emerged in his eyes, which seemed to be the rhyme of the avenue and the texture of the law.

A terrifying fluctuation gradually revealed in Mu Jun's body, enveloping the entire Demon Suppression Array, and the laws of heaven and earth gradually condensed into silk threads, slowly repairing the defects of the Great Array.

Airplanes!

In the Great Demon Array, the four ancient stone pillars shook abruptly, making a roaring sound, shaking the void, as if they contained a unique melody.

Mu Jun's expression was grim, and he looked at the Bodhi tree and said, "Do you want to say something to Jun?"

The next moment, the ground shook even more.

Suddenly, a line of handwriting appeared clearly on the ground.

Mu Jun glanced at it, shook his head and said, "You wrote the words tens of thousands of years ago, and I don't know them. ”

Hearing this, the ground trembled even more, and the pieces of sand and stones made a vibrating sound, and finally formed a sentence.

"Mu Jun, you don't have to be enemies with the poor monk!"

"I wanted to say this, you better save some effort, I won't cooperate with you. Mu Jun sneered and continued to manipulate the law silk thread and mend the large array.

The sand stone shook again, and a cold voice sounded: "With the power of you and me, even if we are alone, we can sweep through this turbid world and open up a new world, and ignorant mortals are like ants, unable to resist our will at all." ”

"In this world, there are so few beings who have reached our state, why should we kill each other, can't we join forces, smash this old absurd order, and create a truly beautiful world?"

"Is the beautiful world you are talking about forcing all living beings to become monks?" asked Mu Jun coldly.

A cold voice came out: "Wrong, ordination is just a manifestation, and its true meaning is that all sentient beings have given up their selfish desires, no longer suffering from all kinds of desires in the world, and have achieved great bliss, which is the world that the poor monk wants to create." ”

Mu Jun replied indifferently: "The most precious thing in life is self-will, and what you are doing is to impose your own ideas on everyone, which is difficult to agree with." ”

"Self-will?" the cold voice laughed loudly, with sarcasm, "When have humans ever had self-will, and when have their words and deeds not been influenced by external objects?"

"As soon as people are born, they are infused with the so-called morality of filial piety to their parents, loyalty to the monarch and patriotism, benevolence and justice, so over time, these false morals are deeply valued in the depths of everyone's mind and become the shackles they must obtain, but are the choices of benevolence, righteousness, filial piety, and loyalty really their own will?"

"Wrong!"

"It's just a lie, a lie that has been woven by all people, from generation to generation. ”

"Parents will grow old, so in order to survive in old age, they give birth to children to support them in exchange for their future support, but they are afraid that the children will not fulfill their obligation to support them when they are old, so they instill the idea of filial piety in their children from an early age. ”

"In the same way, kings and other rulers need the support of their people, so they instill in every citizen the idea of loyalty and patriotism, so that the courtiers and the people will work hard for them!"

"These are the truths of the world, and all people live in hypocrisy, and even though they hate it, they have to continue. Because this kind of nothingness is woven by themselves, and they themselves are the ones who get benefits. ”

"What is a saint, a saint is a person who summarizes these false things and forms norms, and it is precisely because their words are in the interests of all that they can continue to deceive themselves and deceive them from generation to generation, so that saints are eternally revered. ”

"The morality you admire, the essence is also a kind of imposition on all people with other people's thoughts, the so-called saints are no different from the poor monks, why can they be saints, but the poor monks are demons?"

Listening to everything, Mu Jun said calmly: "You just said that the so-called morality is a lie woven by everyone, and this is the common choice of all people, and the sage only summarizes and defines the existence of it. The saints are holy because they obey the wishes of all people, and the reason why you are a demon is that you only want to make everyone obey with your own will. ”

"All living beings are ignorant, benevolence, righteousness and morality are great, but how many people really abide by it, who does not have a little dirty mind? In the end, all this is just a few people use their foolish means to do so, the poor monk hates such a world, only let everyone follow the wishes of the poor monk, the world will be truly bright. ”

Mu Jun said: "The world is always progressing, people's wisdom is growing, since you can realize the deception hidden under morality, the people in the world will eventually realize that this is a slow process."

The slave society has evolved into a feudal society, the feudal society has evolved into a capitalist society, and capitalism has evolved into a chasmism, everything is constantly improving, and one day, all living beings will see the truth and achieve a world of great harmony!"

"We can move forward with this process, but we can't pull out the seedlings. ”

"Feudalism, capitalism, and sophistication?" said Shashi's voice with doubts, "Although I can only roughly understand what you mean, the poor monk thinks that you also agree with the poor monk's point of view." The world needs to be transformed, and only we can create a new era!"

"The Tao is different, not the same!" Mu Jun stood up suddenly, his cold eyes carrying a dazzling light, staring at the Bodhi tree.

The earth suddenly trembled violently, and a brilliant brilliance intertwined into a law seal, branded on the Bodhi tree, only to see the law glowing, the avenue condensed, and a firm shackle shrouded the demon array.

"Mu Jun, you can't seal the poor monk, it won't be long before the poor monk will be born, and then we will have a war. The cold voice carried Cheng Zhu in his chest.

Of course, the premise of all this is that you have the ability to come out, otherwise you are not qualified to fight against the equal. With a cold drink, Mu Jun Zhenyuan poured out, and a vast pressure froze time and space, with the Bodhi tree as the center, a terrible confinement was formed.

The eight-leaf Zen master and the others noticed the movement in this place, and hurried over, but when they saw Mu Jun's independent void, they said indifferently: "The confinement here has been repaired completely, you need to be careful in the future, and you must not give people a chance to take advantage of it." ”

"Amitabha, thank you to the Emperor. The eight-leaf Zen master thanked him.

At this moment, the land of the north suddenly surged with infinite evil qi, covering the sky.

Mu Jun's expression couldn't help but froze, and he muttered: "Sure enough, it is a wave of unsettled waves, and this era will never be calm!"