Lonely Mountain, thin paper-like impenetrable black clouds swirl around all day long, like a divine pillar resisting the baking of the Nine Heavens Thunder Fire, making it permanently youthful and beautiful. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The strange aura that has not changed for thousands of years swept through the purest spiritual light in the wilderness, and in the terrifying petrified swamps everywhere, there was a path of unjust souls that no one could walk for thousands of years.

The bones in the quagmire are like mountains, and the limbs are intertwined. The unspeakable evil is exposed in front of you.

Life and death are precious, and the remaining meat is muddy. To sneer at the Garden of Transformation, never ask before.

Even the dazzling shadows reflected by the sun shining on the earth are difficult to enter the endless dust and dead earth, under which are broken bones and souls, resentment and gluttony, disobedience and loneliness, and people who have lost their lives and rotted corpses in other places.

This was the second time Qin Xiaotian had passed by the bloody corpse quagmire, and it was much clearer and more intuitive than the last time. The wind is cold, and the shadows are ghostly. The scene here is not only desolate, but also the undying yearning of human nature.

Qin Xiaotian didn't know why there were so many corpses and resentful bones at the foot of the lonely mountain. In his opinion, even if some people deserve to die, they should not be in the wilderness and become filthy things with no place to live.

With the vaporization of heaven and earth, the true fire of Samadhi has evolved and baptized the swamp in front of us, which is indiscernible as far as the eye can see.

True fire domineering is Qin Xiaotian's teachings of the old Taoist Yuan Tiangang at all times. Therefore, this flame is not fierce, and if those souls who have died in vain want to live, they can jump into the sea of fire and open the door to hell for them with the virtue of experience.

As for the passers-by who were buried in the mud, they did not want to live again, and the fire would not hurt them.

This fire is a fire of anger, a fire of the heart, and a catalyst for the immortal thoughts of those who have died tragically. For some reason, Qin Xiaotian felt more and more deeply about the sadness and suffering of the world.

Qiankun Wuji Counting Mind Method, under the soft effect of Samadhi True Fire, since it turns inexplicably.

The spirit flickered, and the body was like a drenched glow, comfortable and eye-catching.

Could it be that this mental method can perceive the unjust souls in the outside world? Qin Xiaotian found that after exceeding these unjust souls, his own mental nature was actually much higher.

The nature of the mind is the direct expression of the person's perception of thousands of things in the practice, it is the product of the same root and origin with the understanding, and is finally refined by the spirit, it is the inevitable condition for the person in the practice to embark on the road to the peak, and it is also the basis for the self-realization and ascension.

It has been five or six years since I cultivated the Qiankun Infinite Counting Mental Method, and there have been more or less physical changes during this time, but they are extremely subtle, not as obvious as this time.

Qin Xiaotian was cross-legged in the night, surrounded by a swamp shining with a little starlight. It forms a transcendent echo with the bright stars in the night sky.

Not long after entering the meditation, a law flashed from the center of Qin Xiaotian's eyebrows, slowly jumping into the night. This is the Heavenly Eye Power that Yuan Tiangang passed on to Qin Xiaotian. It's just that something is different at this point.

In the open space, a high-pitched Buddha voice suddenly sounded. Solemn and solemn, like the advent of gods and Buddhas. A series of swastika symbols appeared under the spark opposite Qin Xiaotian.

From a distance, it looks like a lit bonfire, setting off an undying faith.

Then Qin Xiaotian's body began to sink until it reached the abyss. When he opened his eyes, he saw a mud monk covered with dust crossed on top of the totem. It was pitch black all around, and only the monk had a glimmer of light.

Qin Xiaotian wanted to go forward to see what was going on, but he was crushed by an indescribable force. After a few moments, he was again moved by the sound of the Buddha and entered meditation.

The Buddha's voice is getting louder and louder, and Qin Xiaotian's heart is getting deeper and deeper. Although he had ten thousand Buddhas chanting in his ears, the bottom of his heart was held up by a cloud of light of thought.

"You have a relationship with Buddhism, and this karmic fire can overcome the suffering of the soul and surpass the thoughts of others. After ten thousand eons, when you have achieved the fruition of cultivation, the Buddha path will remain. Go ahead......" The mud monk in front of Qin Xiaotian suddenly spoke, his voice ethereal and elegant, unable to ponder.

"Dare to ask the master, who is the master?"

"Poor monk, light the lamp. The monk seemed to have not spoken for a long time, and his voice was slightly hoarse, but it was extremely majestic.

"The junior thanked the master of the lamp. Qin Xiaotian was about to get up and kowtow to the master of the lamp, but found that the mud monk in front of him had long since disappeared, and on the totem where the mud monk had sit, a purple gold bowl appeared.

"Pick it up and you'll be able to get out. The voice of the Master of the Lamp sounded again, this time even more distant, as if it had come from another world.

Qin Xiaotian stepped forward, and before he could stretch out his hand, the purple gold bowl fell into his hand. Then, the earth sank and the bowl vanished. The light of the Ten Thousand Dao Buddha turned into a little and did not enter Qin Xiaotian's body.

Looking at the law that fell from the center of the eyebrows in front of me, since it was slowly swallowed by the swastika symbol. Qin Xiaotian stretched out his hand and made a move, only to see a nameless fire enveloping the hell and thousands of ghosts beating slowly.

"This is the karmic fire of Buddhism?" Qin Xiaotian had a feeling of dreaming, but he didn't expect that his action just now would not only get the inheritance of the ancient Buddha of the burning lamp, but also transform the true fire of Samadhi into an invisible flame that is extremely soft and victorious.

At this moment, a ray of sunlight fell on Qin Xiaotian's confused eyes, and he only felt his head sink, and then fainted.

When he woke up, he found himself sitting on a bluestone. The swamp in front of me has long since turned into a green grassland. "Could it be that I am dreaming? But this dream is too real. ”

Qin Xiaotian got up and looked at the scenery in front of him, although it was a cold wind, it couldn't stop the growth of all things.

After careful identification, it was clear that this was the resting place last night, but why was there such a wonderful change in front of him? Qin Xiaotian remembered the mud monk.

That's right, Buddhism is on fire. Qin Xiaotian muttered to himself, his palm reversed, and sure enough, a faint invisible flame jumped in his palm, and this flame could only be felt by himself.

Since it was true, Qin Xiaotian didn't know how to describe his adventure.

But isn't there still a purple gold bowl? I searched around, but I didn't find it.

There is no perfect thing in this world, after looking for a long time and not finding it, Qin Xiaotian gave up, for him, although the purple gold bowl looks very valuable, but the role is not known.

For things that don't know the effect and disappear inexplicably, Qin Xiaotian doesn't have so much time to hurt his spirits.

Nine palaces and eight steps quickly shuttled through the jungle, and it didn't take long to reach a lake that the white-haired girl said.

Above the lake, there are silvery white ripples after the morning sun shines. In addition, there are dead willow trees hanging by the lake, which makes me feel like I have lost my soul.

According to what the white-haired girl told him, there should be an impermanent ghost here to pick him up. Otherwise, he would not have been able to find the entrance to the Witch Temple.

After about a stick of incense, a long ghost-like guy was lying on his back, and he was bare and didn't even wear a pair of pants.

The skin is white and sickly, and there are even strange bugs swimming in this body. Qin Xiaotian couldn't stop being nauseous, thinking that everything in heaven and earth has spirituality, and being ugly on the outside does not necessarily mean ugly on the inside, so Qin Xiaotian forced himself to endure it.

"Little brother, please come with me. To Qin Xiaotian's surprise, since this thing could speak. I also called myself my little brother, I felt disgusting, but I didn't hold it back all of a sudden, and I vomited.

"It's okay, just vomit! The white-haired girl saw that I was like this at that time, she was not used to it at first, but she got used to it after vomiting twice. I didn't expect you Terrans to be so hospitable, and every time you meet me, you will spit out several bowls. "The impermanence ghost was polite to Qin Xiaotian, and he felt very embarrassed.

"Who the fuck taught you?"