After preparing for the awakening of the eighth day, Feng Ming carefully examined the Vajra seat. The Vajra seat is made of auspicious grass, which is extremely ordinary and has no peculiarities. Feng Ming stretched out his hand to touch the vajra seat, and a cool breath penetrated from the palm of his hand, wandering all over his body, and he suddenly felt peaceful and tranquil in his body and mind.

Feng Ming felt a burst of surprise. One leaned up, sitting cross-legged on the vajra seat. As soon as Feng Ming took his seat, his ears and the sea of gods suddenly sounded with bursts of Sanskrit sounds: Prajnaparamita, Prajnaparamita, Prajnaparami......

The Sanskrit sound penetrates through the bottom of Feng Ming's heart, and Feng Ming hides in the depths of his heart the boundless anger, disgust, anger, sadness, sorrow, bitterness, and pain...... All surging out, Feng Ming's mind was instantly lost.

Feng Ming shouted hysterically, his eyes were red, blurred, demented, his face was hideous and distorted, like a fierce beast, his hands were waving, his body was about to jump, the Dao attack was disorderly, and he came out wildly, and all kinds of breath in the air condensed into one, gray, like a whirlwind, like a wild dragon, and danced wildly.

At this moment, the golden light of the Vajra Seat was magnificent, and the light of the Dao confined Feng Ming's body to the Vajra Seat, so that Feng Ming's body could not leave the Vajra Seat.

Feng Ming unconsciously struck wildly, and all kinds of breaths became more and more vigorous, carrying a wild momentum to break free from all shackles, and to annihilate everything.

The golden light and Feng Ming's attack collided violently, and for a while, the howling sound was loud, and the rumbling sound spread throughout the four fields......

Suddenly, tens of thousands of Sanskrit sounds sounded in the entire space, and the Dao Sanskrit sounds gathered together to form a golden air flow, and the golden air flow was like a golden dragon, pounced on the gray air flow emitted by Feng Ming.

The golden and gray currents collided with each other in the air, entangled, devoured, and stirred up the entire space, as if the golden dragons and the gray dragons were fighting to the death. The gray dragons were violent, and pounced on the golden dragons, trying to tear them to pieces.

Those golden dragons were peaceful and lingering, and the auspicious light was magnificent, melting the violent aura of those gray dragons little by little.

The two sides fought each other, forming a stalemate situation.

No matter how violent those gray dragons were, those golden dragons were very gentle, like slender hands, peeling off the cocoon and melting the gray aura of those gray dragons little by little. Those golden dragons seemed to have spirits, and they were not bombarded indiscriminately, using devastating, oppressive and violent means to defeat those gray dragons. Instead, he gently and gently stroked the gray dragons, who gradually calmed down, but they were still heavily guarded, and they seemed to be frightened fawns, frightened.

The golden dragons whispered in a low voice, like a mother's kindness, and like a girl's tenderness, soothing the frightened and guarded gray dragon, and driving away the cold of the gray dragon with its warmth......

Since Feng Ming encountered a great change, he has witnessed the tragic death of his relatives, the collapse of his family, and the bitterness, pain, resentment, hatred, anger, sadness, sorrow, and sorrow in his heart have been depressed and difficult to vent. If it were someone else his age, he would have collapsed and died. But Feng Ming pressed them to the bottom of his heart and frantically sharpened himself in order to take revenge. Then, his enemies were so many, too strong, that he did not dare to relax in the slightest. In the year of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range, his heart had already begun to fall into paranoia. Later, he was hunted down bloodily, and every moment was spent in extreme tension and fear.

After these repeated changes, his mind did not collapse, and he completely relied on "hatred" to anesthetize himself and support him all the way.

As a result, the "hatred" in his heart has been infinitely expanded, and all kinds of negative emotions are stagnant in his heart, which will explode at any time and drown his reason.

In fact, Feng Ming had sensed that something was wrong with his mentality, and he tried to control and resolve it. He has read the books of the sages since he was a child, and naturally uses the principles and words of the sages to dilute the anger in his heart.

But the reality just gave him a blow to the head, especially the bloody battles, cold and cruel in the world of martial arts are contrary to the beauty and warmth that he learned and imagined when he was a child. Reality made him realize that the quiet, harmonious, and joyful world he conceived in his heart was an illusory world, and it was the idea in his heart after all.

However, the education and philosophy that went deep into the bone marrow made him use this concept to look at the world he had just come into contact with from time to time, so that there was a great conflict with reality. Makes it difficult for him to reconcile. So Feng Ming not only failed to solve his own problems, but made him fall into a kind of confusion.

This also led to the further aggravation of his negative emotions, especially the good side of human nature and the sunny side to the freezing point.

Over time, those negative emotions took over, and he also became paranoid, and eventually turned into a demon, and only the endless release of killing will alleviate a little pain in his heart.

At this time, Feng Ming was already accumulating, and it was not a sentence or two of relief and a trace of warmth that could be solved. Although he tried his best to decompress himself, through some nonsensical jokes, and make some friends to alleviate it, it was difficult to eradicate it fundamentally.

It was as if he had fallen into a dead end, going around and around it, but he just couldn't get out. At this time, he was dominated by hatred, which expanded infinitely.

Feng Ming finally quieted down, and was forcibly pressed on it by the ten thousand golden rays released by the Vajra Throne. But he was still in a blur, although there was no physical flow of negative emotions to form an outflow, but he was in extreme pain, his whole body trembled, and the bursts of Sanskrit sounds swirled around him, penetrating the bottom of his heart.

Time passed slowly, and four days and four nights had passed.

Feng Ming finally woke up from his confusion, and he felt a cool breath penetrating through his heart, refreshing his heart and lungs, and extremely comfortable.

Bursts of Sanskrit sound resounded in his sea of gods: When the Bodhisattva of Freedom and Freedom walks in the deep Prajnaparamita, he sees that the "five aggregates" are all empty and overcomes all suffering......

The bodhisattvas Mosattvas should have a pure mind, and should not have a mind of color, nor of sound, fragrance, taste, or touch, but should have a mind of nothing......

There is no self, there is no self, there are people, all beings are like beings, and what is the appearance of the long-lived, so what is the self-appearance, the appearance of people, the appearance of all beings, and the appearance of the long-lived person is the appearance of right and wrong......

Feng Ming listened quietly, his heart felt calm and pure, the blood red in his eyes disappeared, a peaceful atmosphere, and his mind was clear and transparent.

The mountain that weighs on my heart every day is gone, and my body and mind are ethereal.

Sanskrit sounds, pure heart:

Om Shuri Shuri Maha Shuri Shuri Shuri Sabha

Om, Shuffle, Shuffle, Maha T

......

Feng Ming also whispered in the Sanskrit voice in his mouth, forgetting all his worries and troubles, and gradually reaching the emptiness of his heart, his eyes clear and transparent.

Then the Sanskrit sound is recited: Prajnaparami, Prajnaparami, Prajnaparami......

Feng Ming also whispered, and his body was from the inside out, with golden light, clear and clear, and his body and mind were clear and round.

The Sanskrit sound gradually disappeared, and there was a "whoosh" sound in the air, and I saw twelve round and white on the top of the head, with a solid shell, like an enamel Bodhi seed after rotating around Feng Ming a few times, turned into a bracelet and fell into Feng Ming's hand.

At the same time, a message flashed into Feng Ming's divine sea.

The chain of clear mind, the recitation of Prajnaparamita, the realization of the reality of all dharmas, after all, is pure, the mind is pure, and the mind is clear.

Feng Ming put the bracelet on his wrist, and suddenly a clear heart and clear qi traveled all over his body, Feng Ming was surprised again and again, knowing that it was a rare treasure.

Feng Ming was well-thought-out and refreshed at this time. He knew that the demons that had been bothering him for a long time had been completely removed. It was the equivalent of being reborn from the ashes, and it made him extremely happy.

Just when Feng Ming was overjoyed, a message flashed into the sea of gods: Dream life.

Feng Ming then entered the realm of dreams.

In his dream, Feng Ming turned into a businessman, and due to his shrewd mind and good at innovation, he soon became rich and rivaled the country.

But with the increase of wealth, he became more persistent in the pursuit of wealth, and gradually evolved to the point that his desire was difficult to fill, and in the end, he did everything he could. This has allowed him to accumulate an untold amount of wealth.

He is convinced of the concept of "money can make ghosts grind", he uses wealth to dominate everything in the world, and he uses Yuan Shi to control everything, so that everyone prostrates under his feet.

This philosophy slowly took root in his heart, made him addicted, and made him unable to extricate himself.

In the world of martial arts. For wealth has always been extremely important, as the so-called poor literature and rich martial arts, no wealth wants to go fast and go further on the road of martial arts, it is definitely a fool's dream. Because wealth is equal to resources, but resources are abundant and changeable, people exchange various resources with a common standard - yuanshi.

On the path of martial arts cultivation, each step consumes a huge amount of various resources. Therefore, in the world of martial arts, the competition for resources can be said to be all-encompassing: or forcible seizure, or open fire, or abduction......

In the world of martial arts, the law of the jungle is interpreted to the extreme in the naked and bloody way.

In the world of martial arts, relying on the strong to bully the weak, bloody rain and bloody wind abound.

Over time, everyone has become accustomed to it and has adopted it as one of the rules of conduct. The so-called moral code, the so-called compassion, have long collapsed in the face of blood, and have become the embodiment of weakness.

Therefore, Yuanshi became the standard by which everything was measured. Because with Yuanshi, you can get everything you need. It is possible to step on the pinnacle of martial arts, stand on the top of the mountain, and treat all beings as ants.

Because of this, the young heroes who have entered the path of Bodhi enlightenment are not only Feng Ming, but also many of them are trapped in the yuan stone like a mountain and a sea and cannot extricate themselves.

It's not that they don't have enough qualifications to fall into it, it's precisely because they have enough qualifications to make it easier for them to fall in. Because they are supreme talents, as long as they have enough resources, they can definitely step on the pinnacle of that martial arts, or even the legendary realm.

The allure of that legendary realm is too great, too big for people to give everything to pursue. Chic and free, unrestrained, and immortal life is the dream of every warrior.

The people of the entire Fengyun Continent knew that the "Golden Ancient Road" was extremely dangerous, but no matter the alliances or the sects, they all resolutely sent a large number of young geniuses into it, and those young heroes knew that the chance of surviving if they entered it was very small, and they did not hesitate to enter it. One is to come from the rare resources in the "Golden Ancient Road", and more importantly, it is possible to step into the legendary realm in the future. Even in the end, it may be "the flower in the mirror, the moon in the water", which is enough for people to pursue at all costs, including life.

Therefore, the first bitter "greed" of the "Seven Sufferings of Reincarnation" directly trapped countless young geniuses, and they all "want to be drunk and don't want to wake up"!