On the day when the secret realm of the Northern Underworld collapsed, there was an ancient temple on the mountainside of a snow-capped mountain in the territory of Lujana Temple in the Western Regions, and under the big tree in front of the temple, an old Zen master was making tea.

He was very old, even older than the pine tree beside him, and he was dressed in a white monk's robe, and the cracks in his clothes were full of mud and sand, but because of the old face full of fine lines, it gave people an indescribable sense of cleanliness.

On the hand-built tandoor, the sound of water is boiling, the old Zen master carefully put the freshly steamed tea cyanine into the black gold mortar, wave the vajra and mash it, each stroke is not slow, not heavy, not light, and the breath of heaven and earth is just in harmony with the frustration. On the yak leather at the feet, more than 20 tea molds are placed horizontally and vertically, all of which are of the East China Sea gold sand texture, with round and square shapes, and the carved group tea is naturally the same shape and various.

The Western Regions are cold and bitter, not suitable for the growth of tea trees, and even the highly respected Zen masters eat brick tea transported from the Central Plains and mix it with freshly beaten ghee. However, on the right hand side of the white-clothed Zen master, there is a half-human-tall tea tree, the leaves are fresh and tender, and the light golden hairs of the new leaves are faintly visible in the sun.

Suddenly, the rough palms of the red willow bark that can be seen everywhere on the Gobi Desert stopped pounding, and the complexion full of fine lines but soothing like a mantle twig suddenly became tense. The old Zen master raised his head, looked at the still cloudless blue sky, and sighed: "The Northern Secret Realm has collapsed. The seal of the ice field will be broken in half a year at most!Shenjun, this bet is really won by you. ”

"How can mortals stop the return of the gods?"

In the empty square, the mountain wind was blowing, but a voice sounded slowly, and the tone was arrogant, which could be called arrogant.

However, hearing this answer, the old Zen master calmed down, he lowered his head, and continued to make tea, but his movements were not as natural as before.

"Indeed, the emperor can predict his own death, and naturally he can also predict his return. While making tea, the old Zen master muttered, "But the world is constantly changing, and tomorrow's me may not be what I am today, not to mention the prophecy of 10,000 years ago......?

"The great monk has recited the scriptures for thousands of years, and he really recited himself as a Buddha. ”

In the midst of the ridicule, the air shook like water waves, and the man in black walked out slowly, but he didn't ask the master, he sat down directly, and played with the tea mold made of gold sand in the East China Sea with great interest.

"But you are not destined to become a Buddha, even if you make tea, water flowers, cut grass, and do laundry every day...... Try your best to conform to the heavens, but your heart is always concerned about external things. ”

Yuan Mo, who was identified by Wan Shi Sect as a villain who stole the Golden Lotus of Qi Luck, coldly and arrogantly commented that the East China Sea Golden Sand, which could only be melted by the true fire of the sun, was twisted into various flower shapes in his hands, and in the blink of an eye, it was already unrecognizable, so he happily clumped them together and threw them back into the felt carpet like garbage.

"Why did the Divine Monarch say this? Because I pounded tea with black gold mortar, and made tea molds with gold sand from the East China Sea, I still cherish foreign objects? I want to be detached, and I will not be stumbled by all things, and gold and dust, beauty and white bones are the same in my eyes. Look at the flowers are flowers, see the water is water, that's all. ”

The precious East China Sea gold sand tea mold was pinched into crumbs, but the old Zen master was not annoyed, and silently put away the crumbs after sighing, his eyes were a little sad, but it was only the old man who was diligent and thrifty that the utensils were damaged, and he was not obsessed with the material of the item.

However, Yuan Mo's smile was even colder: "The more deliberately indifferent, the more it proves that you are colored." There is a way in the sky, and there is a way in the sky. The Tao has no fixed form. The heart does not belong to all things, and the natural world is at your leisure. If you are obsessed with the Tao and what the Tao is, your mind is in a cage, and you will never be able to get out of the Tao. Great monk, even if you look at the mountains and the water is water, you are still the same as a thousand years ago, and you don't even dare to face your heart!"

was scolded by such strong words, but the old Zen master was not annoyed, and even laughed out loud.

"I see, I see! I've been cultivating for so many years, but I still can't jump out of myself! But Shenjun, how many people in the world can face their hearts and control their own hearts? Cultivating the truth and cultivating the truth, called removing the false and preserving the truth, is actually just greedy for immortality! Even if you are as powerful as you, your heart is imprisoned by ****!"

"Yes, my heart is indeed imprisoned by ****. ”

Yuan Mo quietly took the old monk's words, and his expression showed tiredness at that moment.

"Although it's a little ridiculous, it's really **** who has supported me in seeking the Tao so far. My heart will not be satisfied until I have slaughtered all the rebels! Fortunately, I have found traces of them...... After hiding for 10,000 years, it is still ...... You can't escape my obsession!"

"You're going to kill them?" For the first time, the old Zen Master's complexion changed, "They—"

"If I could, I'd like to kill them with my own hands. But the Lord ...... I have made an oath that on the day of my return, I will slaughter all the rebels, and I ...... Do not disobey my Lord. All I can do is find them one by one before the Lord returns, and then hand them over to the Lord for His decision!"

“...... You're in ......."

The old Zen master said helplessly, Yuan Mo glanced at him and stood up without saying a word.

"The Lord once said that the Tao is a joke, and if you deliberately talk about it, you will already fall behind. Why care who gets the hue?"

With that, he stepped out and disappeared into the waves.

The old Zen master looked at him silently, and suddenly his fingers pinched the ring in the void, and a manzhu sawa was born out of thin air, he smiled and twisted his words, and when he let go, the petals turned into flowing fire.

“...... Who can stay out of the catastrophe when the catastrophe is coming? Fate has its own rules, and I can't wait for a mayfly. After all, it's not a flower, and the dream is a dream......"

With a low Buddha horn, the old man threw down the scattered Manzhu Sawa and floated away alone, singing and walking all the way, leaving the boiling water on the empty clay stove bubbling non-stop, and the tea cyanine that was still steaming halfway through.

In the mountain wind, the fresh tea trees are still swaggering, but the pale golden young leaves have all turned yellow and fall weakly......

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When the conversation between the unknown Zen master and the black-clothed Divine Monarch took place, thousands of miles away in the ice field, the ice and snow flowers that had long passed the flowering period were still blooming enchantingly.

The sky here is still so dull, sickly pale, and the garrison here is still so boring, lazy and in a daze. Miles away, nearly a thousand headless monks are chanting poems in temples carved with mysterious runes, whose meaning no one understands.

Everything is so ordinary, and this memorial is the same as the more than 9,000 memorials in the past, repeating the mystery and boredom.

However, in the slightly cold air, something that ordinary people can't see is flying. They are so light and thin, like silk threads flowing in the air, starting from the secret realm of the Northern Underworld, flying thousands of miles away, skimming over mountains and lakes, passing through deep cold places, flying over the ancient temples of Sensen overgrown with thorns, rubbing the ice and snow flowers that are as red as fire but cold enough to freeze and breathe, and finally stop at the deepest and coldest place of the ice field - the forbidden area of life that even the unscrupulous ice and snow flowers dare not touch.

But it's not empty.

In the middle of the forbidden area, which had existed since the ice field was formed, a black human figure could be seen in the huge iceberg, his face and form were blurred, and he could only vaguely see that he was wearing a black robe, with slender limbs and long hair scattered, although it was sealed, as if it was just a nap. Four pillars of light connecting heaven and earth pierced his limbs, acting with other seals to firmly suppress him. There was a serpentine hole in his chest, as if something had escaped.

The fluorescent light fell silently above the ice, it was too cold, and the pressure was so strong that even a light fluorescent light would be reduced to powder at the moment it touched. But they still looked obsessively into the depths of the ice, trying to see the majestic face of the frozen man. This infatuation soon cost it its life, and with a snort, it turned into a drop of firefly and fell, leaving a small hole in the pillar of light that bound its right hand, like a mosquito bite.

Of course, a drop of fireflies doesn't mean anything, but at this moment, there are thousands of people surging towards the giant ice!

They were freed by the self-explosion of the Northern Secret Realm, and they came densely and overwhelmingly, and soon crowded and occupied the entire iceberg. Although it will turn into fireflies and disappear as soon as it hits the ice, the number of people hovering in the air is still huge, and the ocean of light is enough to ignite the world.

So there were countless holes in the pillar of light that bound the right hand, like a honeycomb, no, finer than a honeycomb!

If anyone could see their resolute death, they would be shocked: the boundless ice fields were like the nests of fireflies, pale shadows danced wildly to form a black frenzy, the pillars loosened in the frenzied attacks that were more frenzied than moths fighting fire, and the black vortex swirled in the sky, screaming, cascading and crowding, and the throne with faint light in the center.

Ice and Snow Flower also sensed the return of the king.

They have always been quiet and open, and they suddenly become warm, and the stamens that bloom with all their strength spit out the cold of life, and they come one after another. They are so weak, but so stubborn, as fragile as mayflies lying on the body of an elephant when lying on the pillar of light, but this attachment only begins and does not end. They swam through the cold and came with the joy of embracing the world again, and no matter how powerful they were, they would eventually disintegrate in their perseverance and fall into splinters.

Wow - Rumble -

With a loud bang, the pillar of light shattered, and the world fell into peace, the ice was covered with broken light, like crystal, the earth began to bleed, and the ice and snow flowers and fireflies were exhausted and quiet.

But in the silence there was another voice.

At first, it was low like a whimper, and then it slowly became excited, layer by layer, and suddenly one after another, and when it erupted, it was like a torrent like a volcano, sharp and twisted, one after another.

Then the world roared again, the sky reverberated with a flame-like song, the thunder sounded, the majestic lightning pierced the dark clouds of the apocalypse, and the crystal fragments all over the ground were swept into the air by the raging wind together with the ice and snow flowers and fireflies, and superimposed with the black vortex that already covered the sky and the sun, turning into a shocking spectacle!

It was an unimaginable feast, the entire ice field was plunged into madness, and the world was burning, dancing, and cheering for the return of the long-lost king!

Suddenly, the person in the depths of the giant ice opened his eyes, the pale golden pupils turned pale red the moment they opened, and two lines of blood and tears flowed out of his orbit, flowing into the hairline along his pale cheeks, and the long snow-colored hair turned into night.

God's return should be sacrificed with the blood of all nations!