Thirty-second year.

Once again, Chen Yi witnessed the fall of a celestial god.

In a tavern, Chen Yi and Liuzhu are two people, the light and rain outside the window, the origin of the divine light is sprinkled one by one, and the people in the city have poured into the streets, looking up at the clouds.

At the end of that sea of clouds, a tall figure was walking towards the crowd step by step, and through the crowd, he was dressed in white and snow, with a majestic posture, and moved forward firmly.

A celestial god, a god who belongs to the human race.

Even if it is about to decline, it is still heroic and peerless.

"What does he want to do?"

Liuzhu asked.

"Salvation."

Chen Yi shook the teacup, opened his divine eyes, and looked into the distance in the direction of the gods' actions, where a large number of demons and monsters gathered, all over the mountains, greedy and bloodthirsty.

This city is inhabited by people who have received the grace of God for generations, and the divine light envelops the city, and all evil does not invade, they are waiting, waiting for the old god to completely perish.

The relatives of the gods were all saddened, and one of them even chased the footsteps of the gods directly, shouting: "Don't go, I am willing to sacrifice ten years of life to renew your life!" ”

The same is true for the rest:

"I also volunteered ten years in the next!"

"And me, I will dedicate fifteen years!"

"Old and old, I am willing to dedicate five years!"

The voices came and went, resounding through the sky, but the gods turned a deaf ear, he calmly went out of the city, facing the evil army of black oppression, wisps of demonic energy rose to the sky.

God can also enter the devil, and today he will be demonic, both for slaughter and protection!

"Kill!"

With a big hand, the clouds pressed down, and countless demons and ghosts were instantly drained, and the essence of life was empowered, and he did not devour it, but gave it generously to the people.

He killed all the way in blood, thousands of miles of red land, and the hills and mountains on all sides became bloody graves, what evil, what demons, at this moment all beings are equal, all crushed.

Countless resentments and evil spirits linger on his altar, and he will also be in a trance.

Am I a god or a demon?

"Meaningless, your divine blood will stain the plateau red!"

The half-step ghost king made a move.

The god did not respond, did not retreat, his eyebrows and eyes burst out with endless divine light, and with the interweaving of demonic energy, he beheaded these ghost kings, and the city was peaceful.

"My name is Lu Shen, the god of clouds and rain."

The vast divine sound is like a bell.

"I want this city to be peaceful for another 500 years!"

He roared, and the clouds turned into knives.

The roar shook the nine heavens and ten earths, the vast void, with a little sadness and heroism, he moved forward, waved the heavenly sword in his hand, and killed the four ghost kings alone.

In the tavern, Chen Yi sighed with regret and a heavy heart.

They knew it was going to be over.

This god's body is like a candle before the wind and a lamp in the rain, accepting the gift of vitality from the people, and maybe it can live for a while longer.

Finally.

After more than 100 battles, a desolate grave, the god is laughing, and the god body is constantly collapsing, but it is as brilliant as the beginning, free and extraordinary.

"Blessing is immeasurable."

The last trace of divine power was used by him to bless the world, he laughed, walked alone in the starry sky, the blood of the gods rained, the faster he walked, until he was completely hidden.

A brilliant streamer streaked through.

Kagura was obscure, white clouds were blooming, and white flowers and rain were flying all over the sky, wrapping his remnants, slowly fading the nothingness, gradually wearing out, and he came to the end.

"God is dead, slaughter the city!"

The evil cult who survived no longer had any scruples, and opened his teeth and claws, wanting to attack the city and kill people.

"Hmph."

Chen Yi snorted coldly, his eyes were sharp, he crushed the teacup, and the fragmented sword rain swept across the city for thousands of miles, and within the range, all the ghosts and ghosts were scattered.

"Get out!"

He never claimed to be a savior, nor did he believe in a savior.

But he's a man.

A god who died of old age.

At the last moment when the candle flame of life burned out, Shang Neng resolutely went into the darkness and fought for a hundred years of peace for the human race.

With that in mind.

The six beads are surrounded by Buddha light, the monstrous Buddha rhyme covers the whole city, cleanses the negative filth, the majestic Buddha power washes every corner of the city, and the people bathe in the Buddha roots.

"Amitabha."

Chen Yi clasped his hands together, his eyes were shining with golden light, he looked around, and said loudly: "In the name of Chen Yi, I swear here, all sentient beings will be exhausted, and Bodhi will be proven!" ”

The flat ground is thundering, the six are shaking, the law is low, and the avenue of heaven and earth is heard.

In ancient times, there was a bodhisattva who made a grand wish for all sentient beings, hell is not empty, and he swore not to become a Buddha.

In a flash.

The Buddha seed is complete!

…

Forty-ninth year.

Chen Yi and Liuzhu met an incomparably ancient god, and from his mouth, the two learned a secret that was crucial enough to affect the rise and fall of Buddhism.

Legend.

One day the river that crosses time and space in the world is boundless, and what flows is not an ordinary river, but a golden age, the faith of hundreds of millions of living beings.

If anyone can reach the other side, they can become a Buddha and live forever.

However, throughout the ages, no one has ever seen the other side, as strong as the acquired gods, even if you taste it, you will lose everything in an instant, and the world will sink.

Chen Yi was horrified when he heard it.

Sixty-third year.

The spirit of the demons and ghosts in the south is surging, the evil is overwhelming, and the lives are ruined, Chen Yi sits in a city with six beads, one person is the main attacker, and the other is the main defense, killing millions of corpses in the plains.

The remnant sun is like blood, and ten thousand ghosts dare not come to attack.

Chen Yi broke through the peak of Yuanying, and Liuzhu proposed that it would be better to build a Buddhist temple, engrave Buddhism in the temple, pass it on to future generations, and educate the common people, which is also a merit.

Chen Yi thought for a moment and readily agreed.

Thereupon.

With the idea of commemorating the predecessor of the six beads, the Wulao Temple rose from the ground, and Chen Yi was engraved on the stele of the Daxiong Treasure Hall to engrave the second half of the "Taishang Miaofa Sutra" and various scriptures.

And left a line: "This seat of Chen Yi, the person who learns the scriptures on the tablet, can be a named disciple of this seat, he is a Buddha and a prosperous Buddha, he can enter this dojo, and listen to the sermon..."

Eighty-first year.

Chen Yi, who had saved the people of a city, was stopped by a yellow-clothed monk who was as thin as a withered monk, who claimed to have come at the behest of the Bodhisattva and offered to argue with him.

Liuzhu was about to step forward, but Chen Yi stopped him.

"I'll come."

He looked at the monk with a blank face:

"How to argue?"

The monk folds his hands together and makes a salutation:

"The donor only needs to answer a few questions from the poor monk."

"Excuse me."

He wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of this monk and that Bodhisattva!

"One question, blood slaughter millions, do you have any regrets?!"

The questioning voice came out, the heavens and the earth changed suddenly, the yin wind roared angrily, and countless demons and ghosts were entangled in Chen Yi's side, wailing and crying, endlessly, messing with his mind.

"Buddhism asks the heart bridge, quickly stick to your heart!"

Looked at.

The six beads changed slightly, and they hurriedly reminded.

Strictly speaking, this is not a supernatural power, this is a trial technique used by Buddhism to test disciples, crossing the bridge is the strength of the master, and the confusion is a realm, and it is nothing.

It is the heart of the Dao that is tested.

"Conscience?"

"My Dao heart is as solid as a rock, what is there to fear it?"

Chen Yi's expression was unwavering, and he took a step straight, and in the next second, the appearance of thousands of demons and ghosts was all killed by his sword, he stared at the yellow-clothed monk, and said indifferently:

"No regrets."

"Two questions."

"If you don't respect God and Buddha, you don't respect heaven and earth, but you have regrets!"

Chen Yi's eyebrows were filled with a sacred Buddha rhyme, and he opened his mouth flatly, saying: "When my heart is pure, when will I not see it?" Where is the pure place of my heart not the western heaven? ”

"I read the Buddhas, I read the heaven and the earth, why do I regret it!"

With the second step, the monk took a few steps backwards, his breathing getting heavier.

"Three questions, Hongchen has worked hard, have you ever regretted yourself?!"

Chen Yi finally frowned, facing his heart for the first time:

"Repent..."

Suddenly, without warning, he burst out laughing, full of sarcasm and disdain:

"No regrets!"

It should be this heaven and earth that repents!

The way of heaven rained down the red dust as a prison, trapped all living beings, and I alone broke through the dome of the sky to get a glimpse of the real avenue, I acted all my life, doing whatever I wanted, why do I regret it?

"Poof!"

The monk spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, bleeding from the seven orifices, and his breath was like a gossamer, but he still forcibly stood still, twisted the seal in his hand, and shouted: "Then you dare to look at Guanyin!" ”

I saw the white rainbow sweeping the sky, the Buddha nature was in flux, and a bright Bodhisattva Dharma appeared behind the monk, with one hand to the sky and the other hand to Chen Yi to suppress it.

"The Three Realms are suffering, and all living beings are seeking to cross, so why don't I dare... Look at Kannon! ”

Chen Yi raised her head suddenly, her eyes lingered with a circle of faint golden light, Liuzhu spread out her right palm, and the phantom of the golden lotus bloomed, and then, she spat out witty words, and said the law:

"All, rejoice."

The two methods crashed together.

The monk died in anger.

Chen Yi broke two bones and advanced to the mortal realm.

Spring goes and autumn comes.

As Chen Yi and Liuzhu walked through more and more places, countless beings were saved from suffering because of them, and the reputation of the two became louder and louder.

Some people call them bodhisattva reincarnations, and some call them living Buddhas.

this day.

Chen Yi received a paper crane letter, written by Ah Qing, and an emotion called nostalgia quickly spread in his heart, and Chen Yi decided to end his trip early and go home.

…

Return to the familiar village.

Along.

Chen Yi imagined many scenes after reuniting with her sister after a long absence.

For example, Ah Qing will fall in love with a man he doesn't know, and the two will hold hands and greet him.

For example, Ah Qing tasted the pain of lovesickness, and when they met, it was difficult to hold themselves, so they hugged him tightly and poured out their hearts.

Another example is that time has made them go from being intimate, like glue, to becoming a gentleman's friendship as light as water.

But I didn't expect this way:

It was a day of heavy rain.

He pushed open the door, but Ah Qing did not come out to greet him, the copper bow hung on the beam, and there were two bowls of white porridge and two stacks of beef in sauce on the table, just like the day he left.

Outside the window, the wind was rainy, but the doors and windows were unlocked, creaking, the drizzle was blown into the wooden house, and a pot of lily of the valley flowers was placed by the windowsill, allowing the rain to beat.

The woman in the green skirt was lying on the bed, and her sideburns had faint white hair.

She has her hair curled and looks good, which means that the girl has married a wife, and she didn't eat the myelin cleansing pill that Chen Yi gave her, so she packed it in a small box and hugged it tightly in her arms.

She fell asleep on the soft pillows, as if in a sweet dream, and she was laughing.

The young man, who was born less than a hundred years ago, but was able to sweep almost a third of the world, drank the white porridge on the table seriously, his voice was very soft, and he called with a smile:

"Sister, I'm back."

She fell asleep and did not wake up.

He couldn't wake her up.

…

At the end of that big dream.

She knew she hadn't woken up, or that she was dead.

But when he saw that even the ghosts and gods had to sell him a few thin noodles and kill Shengren's little brother, he was alone on the edge of the bed, his lips moved slightly and he couldn't speak, and he was very sad.

He erected a monument for her, and the epitaph added a selfish sentence in addition to her life: "When the north looks at Xi and does not return to his hometown, I am cold when I am lonely in building roads..."

For monks, spending a good full moon and Xiao Lang Chanjuan is just a luxury.

Xiuzhen all the way desolate, north cool, sad, this North Liang two words, the end of the monk's life of loneliness, just like the wind and snow, the monk's life, is really lonely as snow...