The white bone coffin kept falling and falling......

It seems that there is no end, no end. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the white bone coffin, Wang Chan held his slightly cool body, and he didn't know when he woke up.

His eyes looked through the transparent white bone coffin, but he was shocked that there was nothing outside!

It's a strange feeling, you can't see anything when your eyes are open.

But the water of the Yellow Spring outside exists, maybe this is its essence, the resting place is not on the other side, but in the abyss.

In the end, Wang Chan didn't know how long it was, and slowly even the pain on his body lost his senses, as well as all the colors and sounds.

The coffin is still sinking.

The formless and phaseless water of the Yellow Spring automatically separates without the slightest resistance.

No one knows how long it will sink like this, and the water of the Yellow Spring is still boundless all around, and the white bone coffin is getting smaller and smaller, like a mayfly in the sea......

On the other side, Yama Road, on the banks of the Huangquan River.

The dirt on the blood-colored wasteland seemed to grow even more scarlet, and a broken corpse lay cold on the ground, the owner of this corpse was Zhan Wuji of the Temple of War.

Zhan Wuji's death was extremely miserable, his upper body was separated from his lower body, and it looked like he had been torn in half by some monster. The rest of the people were gone, leaving only the mysterious ancient coffin standing alone, the door wide open......

Above the endless Yellow Spring.

The "Yin Boat" that those celestials were riding finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to disintegrate, and a terrible scream echoed in the sky above the Netherworld, and it did not disappear for a long time.

In this battle, most of the powerhouses in the entire Kyushu Heavenly and Human Realm were killed and injured, and the world was shocked.

......

In the Yangtze River, a coffin carved from white bones flows down the river.

When a beam of sunlight hit Wang Chan's face, he suddenly woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw blue sky and white clouds.

Wang Chan turned to look at Luoluo beside him, still lying there quietly with a peaceful face.

He tried to get up, and as soon as his thoughts arose, the white bone coffin turned into a white bone nether ring and was placed on the ring finger of his right hand.

Looking around, Wang Chan found himself on a river, and the air around him was both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Is this the resting place?"

"Or did the little jade cicada save me again at a critical moment and take me to another world?" Wang Chan put his hand on his chest, thoughtful.

He thought for a moment, then chose a direction to tread.

Wang Chan flew away very fast, and soon he was on land, and there was a small town not far in front of him.

The town is small, but it's lively.

Looking at the people coming and going and the traffic in front of him, he always felt that something was wrong in his heart, if he really wanted to use one word to describe it, it was incongruous.

However, he soon discovered where this sense of incongruity came from.

The people of the town could not see him, and they were able to pass through him.

Wang Chan's brows furrowed slightly, even if he was well-informed, he couldn't help but freeze in place, this thing was even more incredible than crossing the boundary.

Knock knock~

At this moment, a melodious bell rang from afar.

Wang Chan raised his head and looked in the direction of the bell, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"The Great Master of Sanzang opened the altar to give a lecture today, everyone leave quickly, there will be no place if it is late. ”

When the surrounding townspeople heard the bell, they immediately put down what they were doing and rushed to the mountain not far away, including men and women, old and young.

The name of that mountain is called Jinshan, and it is only 44 meters high.

But when Wang Chan came to the front of the mountain, he felt that it was towering and lonely, and suddenly had a sense of sublime and solemnity. There is a temple built by the mountain on the mountain, the temple hall is lined up one after another, the tower contends, the mountain is a temple from afar, the temple is a mountain when you see it closely, the mountain and the temple are like one, this temple is the Jinshan Temple.

Since Wang Chan was a spirit-like existence at this time, there was no hindrance, and he passed through the crowd in an instant and came to the top of the mountain. He wanted to know if this Sanzang Master was the Tang Sanzang he had in mind.

"The mind is the Buddha, and the Buddha is the mind. The mind knows the Buddha, and the mind knows the mind. Centrifugation is not Buddha, leaving Buddha is not mind. It's unpredictable, it's not up to anything. Holding on to the emptiness and stagnation, drifting and sinking here......"

The sound of chanting and chanting Buddha comes from a distance with the wind, and the sound is peaceful, like the afternoon sun.

Wang Chan followed the sound to a bamboo forest, and many people gathered in a clearing in the bamboo forest.

A monk in a red robe sat on a mossy stone with Wang Chan on his back, and the sound of chanting came from his mouth, and many people sat in front of him, including monks from all over the country, as well as people from small towns near Jinshan Temple.

Although Wang Chan does not believe in Buddhism, he has a lot of experience in Buddhist scriptures and principles, as if he was born with it. He stood there and listened for a while, although the words spoken by Master Sanzang seemed to be simple, but they contained the truth, and he had returned to the basics, and he was definitely a high-ranking monk.

He slowly walked around, trying to see the appearance of this Sanzang Archmage.

Just as he was about to see the monk's face, a bell suddenly rang. He felt the world spin for a while, and when he came to his senses, he found himself in a temple.

It was drizzling outside, and in the quiet meditation room, there were two people besides Wang Chan. A kind and kind middle-aged monk, and a child with short hair, both of whose faces are extremely blurred, making it difficult to see.

"Although it is said that the rain is a blessing from God, if it keeps raining, the favor will become a punishment, Jiang Liu'er, right?" the middle-aged monk looked at the child in front of him and laughed softly.

"That's right, but the rain will probably stop in the evening, teacher. The child handed over the tea that had been prepared and bowed.

The middle-aged monk took the teacup, smiled, and did not speak.

The child looked at the middle-aged monk for a while, and then respectfully withdrew.

Wang Chan followed the child and walked out of the meditation room, where he found that the aisle outside was full of monks, and whispered discussions kept coming out of their mouths.

"It's the river that flows with the river. ”

"Who?"

"It's the child who was thrown to the river and drifted with the tide as soon as he was born, but became the proud disciple of Master Sanzang. ”

"Although the martial arts and spells are excellent, the little kid is a little kid, and he was given the Dharma name without taking refuge in Buddhism, and Master Sanzang really loves his adopted son too much. ”

"Don't say it, he's coming. ”

The discussion gradually disappeared, and Jiang Liu'er walked through the long aisle as if he hadn't heard Fang Cai's criticism at all.

Wang Chan looked up at this small and resolute figure, his expression was neither happy nor sad.

He stretched out his right hand and muttered thoughtfully, "The rain has stopped......" (To be continued. )