There is no time in the mountains, and it has been a hundred years in the cave.

In front of the half-section of the stele, the back of the mirage looms, which seems to be real and virtual.

Around him, from time to time, all kinds of phantoms will appear.

At first, it was a white cloud giant elephant, misty and misty.

Gradually turned into forests, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas.

Over time.

The illusion gradually turns from static to moving, from virtual to real.

In the end, they will become birds and beasts, and create sentient beings.

'Tianwa Demon Sect Monument'

When Mirage reopened his eyes, he finally saw the name of the stele.

"Tianwa ......"

It was the stone tablet left by the holy Nuwa of the demon clan.

In the beginning of antiquity, who preached it?

Long in ancient times, the first people of the Turks.

There is Taishang Laojun who left a 'Laojun Teaching Monument'.

There is a Yuan Shi Tianzun left a 'Yuan Shi Interpretation Monument'.

There is a Tongtian Sect Master who left a 'Tongtian Interception Monument'.

There are also Nuwa Niangniang who left the 'Tianwa Demon Sect Monument'.

In mythology, Nuwa Niangniang is an adult, which is the top of the avenue of 'transformation'.

Later, the Styx Ancestor was inspired by this demon sect tablet to comprehend 108,000 blood god sons and create 108,000 types of blood seas.

And the white clouds and dogs, the vicissitudes of the sea, after 10,000 years, mirage became the third successor.

It's just different from Nuwa's creation of people from the soil and the sea of blood in the River Styx.

From the half-cut demon sect stele, the mirage came to realize that it was born from a dream.

The virtual can be turned into reality, and the real can be turned into virtual.

Between the virtual and the real, the mysterious and the mysterious.

"Amitabha."

Just when the mirage was enlightened, the monk's voice came from the entrance of the cave again.

It was as if the other party had calculated that he could understand the avenue at this moment.

"Master ......"

After a hundred years of practice, he put away his disrespect.

The monk in front of him became more and more unable to see through.

"You're good." The monk is kind and kind-eyed.

Only one pair of eyes seem to have been weathered for a long time.

"Do you want to break from prison?"

"Prison break?"

I was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the monk meant.

"Isn't this panicked heavenly way a prison?" The monk groaned, and his voice was full of vicissitudes.

The mirage is like an initiation: it turns out that the 'prison escape' he said is to break free from heaven!

After a long time, Mirage nodded.

The corners of the monk's mouth rose, as if he had expected it: "Amitabha." ”

"In that case...... You have to agree to three conditions. ”

"The first condition is that the monk."

"Join the Killing Temple and become a monk."

"Good!"

"You are the 'Mi' generation, so let's call it Mi difficult."

……

Killing Temple, Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Monk Mi Jian touched his bald head, and even after a hundred years, he still remembered the coolness of the first time he shaved his hair.

"Amitabha."

"It's over, it's not too bad."

His gaze fell on the horizon.

There is already a surging white belly of fish.

The temple that was suddenly silent suddenly had a touch of serenity.

"The second condition, hidden."

The difficult monk seems to have returned to the cave many years ago, and the monk who always hides sorrow in his eyes said.

"If you want to break free from the Heavenly Dao, you must first hide in the Heavenly Dao."

"The Dao of Transformation is not tolerated by the Dao of Heaven."

"For monks, for hiding, you can not be noticed."

"Master, what is hidden?"

"Not known, not trapped by love, not disturbed by karma."

"When will that be hidden?"

The big monk smiled at the corner of his mouth, shook his head and said, "Hide when you should make a move." ”

So since then, the demon clan has one less new king, and the killing temple has one more monk.

I don't do anything next to the monk, I only recite the scriptures in the Tibetan scripture pavilion.

One year ...... Two years...... Three-year ......

The fifth generation of abbots was sent away, and the sixth generation of abbots was ushered in.

sent away the sixth generation of abbots and ushered in the seventh generation of abbots.

Until hundreds of years later......

The seventh generation of abbots also does not know whether he is alive or dead.

Few people know that there is a monk who likes to chant scriptures hidden in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Killing Temple.

"Now is the time."

The great monk let himself hide his identity and hide in the Killing Temple, not only to avoid the catastrophe of the Heavenly Dao, so that he could extend the Dao of Rebirth to a higher realm, but also to help the Killing Temple survive the catastrophe.

That's why at this moment he was finally willing to reveal his identity.

Help the Temple of Death survive this catastrophe.

"The demon clan should also know the difficulty and retreat."

In a great tent miles away.

At this moment, only the Snake Saint, the Crane Saint, and the last commander, Wong Tai Sin, remained.

"Defeated." He Feiyu, the owner of the third village, said with a pale face.

Snake Saint Fan Yuya shook his head slightly: "Third brother, don't blame yourself. ”

"This time my Wanshou Mountain Villa failed, not because of you and me, but because of that help."

The feather fan in He Feiyu's hand weighed as much as a thousand catties, and it fell heavily on his legs, without the slightest intention of lifting it.

"Second brother, defeat is defeat."

Fan Yuya knew the character of this third brother, and he just sighed lightly when he heard this.

In any case, Wanshou Villa really has no strength to fight anymore.

"Who said defeated?"

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded outside the big tent.

……

Breaking open the Cangxia and roaring thunder, Wan Hu Feiquan gushed out.

No empty mountains, no empty waterfalls.

In the water, a figure sat cross-legged.

There are eight Qimen magic weapons suspended around, floating and swaying.

Lichen opened his eyes, and the eight magic weapons turned into eight streamers, all of which drilled into his body.

The eight treasures of Muni are collected again after 10,000 years.

"Failed again."

He couldn't remember how many attempts it was.

But the results are clear and consistent.

Nor can it be said to be a complete failure.

At least, Lichen has been able to control eight pieces at the same time from one or two pieces at the beginning.

In addition, he also deduced the previous "Exquisite Scheming" to a new level.

At this moment, a string of words appeared in the interpretive mirror.

[Exquisite scheming

Advanced Intelligence

Hobbies: Yidao

Personality: Asking hands, performing martial arts, automatic navigation, seven tricks exquisite

State 1: With heaven and earth as the chessboard, with all things around the body as chess pieces, the imperial envoy is like playing against people, and the heart is moving, and it is easy to come.

State 2: Stretch out your palm, sense the qi in the direction of your palm, and respond in advance.

State 3: You can evolve the attack methods and magic tools in the game.

Status 4: There is automatic addressing and automatic obstacle avoidance until the end point.

State 5: Able to multi-purpose and control multiple magic weapons at the same time.

Description: I kill people and play chess. 】

There are two keys to the art of imperial weapons.

One is a person, the other is a tool.

There must be enough fit between people and devices.

Now that "Linglong Scheming" has been deduced from Lichen to the advanced level, the reason why it still can't control the Eight Treasures of Muni is because of the fit.

The eight Buddha jewels consume merit, but every time they are used, there is still a sense of sluggishness.

"How can we break through?"

Lichen sighed lightly, but at this time, his heart suddenly moved: Someone went up the mountain?

"Amitabha."

"The old man is gone, and he has something important to see."

Uncle Silence?

Lichen was stunned for a moment, and then sank his true qi into the dantian, and spit out the syllables in the method of "Wine Dragon Yin": "Uncle Shi doesn't have to be polite." ”

I saw that his lips moved slightly, but his voice was already echoing in the mountains.

The Zen Master of Silence was originally worried that he would not be able to wake up the Buddha, but at this moment, the voice sounded directly in his heart, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.