In the gloomy and ancient temple, the Great Tengu and Kuri face the Makyu. Their eyes met, and the tension was like a tight string, heralding a stormy showdown that was about to break out. However, just as they were about to make a move, a chill swept over their hearts.

The invisible deterrent was like frost in the night, filling the air, making every cell of them tense. It's a sense of oppression, like a mountain suddenly appearing in front of them, even if they don't actually touch it, just feeling that presence is enough to produce a deep sense of oppression.

They lifted their eyes and looked into the depths of the temple, as if they saw some unspeakable horror in the depths of the darkness. It was an unreasonable deterrent, like lightning in the night, and although it did not illuminate the earth, it was enough to make all living beings tremble.

The Great Tengu and Curry couldn't help but stop what they were doing, their eyes full of surprise and fear. They felt that in this temple, there seemed to be a rule that they could not touch, like a cold sword hanging over their heads, so that they could not be presumptuous in this sacred land.

They looked at each other, and saw the same doubts and uneasiness in each other's eyes. They knew that they needed to be more careful in this mysterious temple. Therefore, although their hearts were filled with hostility and anger towards Mu Yu, they chose to refrain from it. The rules of this temple, they need to be more in-depth to understand before they can decide what to do next.

Mu Yu was keenly aware of the subtle atmosphere. His eyes flickered, and through the dim light, he noticed that Curry and the Big Tengu had something unusual in their attitude. They stood in front of him, their bodies not moving, but their eyes showed hesitation and hesitation.

A mocking smile curled up at the corner of Mu Yu's mouth, and he began to provoke them with words. His voice echoed through the empty temple, breaking the silence. His words were like sharp arrows to their hearts. He mocked their timidity, questioned their resolve, and even boldly challenged their authority. However, Curry and the Great Tengu did not respond to his provocation and just stood there, their eyes wandering.

Mu Yu saw their reaction, and a wave of joy of victory swelled in his heart. He understood that they would not dare to make a move on him. He seized the initiative, and his provocations put them in a difficult situation. However, he did not stop, but more brazenly challenged their bottom line. He knew that they did not dare to respond, and could only endure his humiliation.

At this time, Mu Yu was like a cunning fox, watching their reactions while enjoying the fun of this game. His provocation sent them into a silent struggle, while he stood there as a victor, admiring their defeat.

In the depths of the Leiyin Temple, Mu Yu and Yang Cake find themselves trapped in a strange mirrored space. This space seems to be an endless house of mirrors, with reflections in all directions, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the unreal.

The temple is dimly lit, with only a few faint rays of light reflected through the mirror, making the whole space even more blurry. However, despite the strange circumstances, the two did not feel any real danger.

Mu Yu looked around, trying to find a flaw in this mirrored space, while Yang Cake silently observed his actions, ready to help him. Although their steps and movements have produced countless copies in the mirror, these copies seem to be nothing more than illusions and cannot pose any threat to them.

"This Leiyin Temple is really extraordinary." Mu Yu muttered to himself, his gaze looking for clues in the mirror, "It seems to be the Leiyin Temple, but it is actually a mirror space. I don't know how to get out. ”

Yang Cake thought quietly for a moment, and then said, "Can we try to touch these mirrors?" Maybe there will be some reaction. ”

Mu Yu glanced back at her, and a hint of appreciation flashed in her eyes. He nodded and said, "Nice proposal." I'll give it a try. ”

He approached a mirror and reached out to touch it. His hand passed through the mirror, but it was as if he had touched a layer of nothingness. He tried to slide his fingers over the mirror, but he didn't feel anything.

"It doesn't seem to work." Mu Yu shook his head and said, "There doesn't seem to be a physical space in this space. ”

Yang Bao frowned, thinking about his next move. At this time, a melodious bell suddenly rang in the temple. As the bell reverberates, the mirrored space begins to undergo subtle changes. The originally calm mirror surface began to ripple in circles, as if it had been thrown into a pebble lake.

Mu Yu and Yang Cake glanced at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes. The fact that this mirrored space reacts to the sound of a bell gives them a renewed hope.

After the bell echoed for a moment, everything returned to calm. Mu Yu and Yang Bao hurriedly searched for the source of the sound. They discovered that the bell came from a specific mirror, which was the one with a large bell hanging from it.

Mu Yu stepped forward and tapped the clock face gently. The bell reverberated again, and this time, they noticed that the mirror space began to change. The originally calm mirror surface began to ripple, rippling like the surface of the water.

"This is ......" a flash of realization flashed in Mu Yu's eyes, "This is the echo of the voice!" ”

Yang Bao also understood, she nodded and said, "It seems that this mirror space uses sound as the medium. We've got to find a way to crack this space. ”

Mu Yu pondered for a moment, and then spoke: "I remember that some ancient legends mentioned that some spaces are opened with sound as a key. Maybe we have to use a specific password or a note to decipher the space. ”

A flash of brightness flashed in Yang Cake's eyes: "Then we have to try some common notes or passwords." ”

The two began experimenting with various notes and passwords to trigger the change of the mirror. They kept striking the clock face, calling out various sounds over and over again. However, as time passed, the mirror space never reacted.

"It's not an option."

Suddenly, a deep and sacred voice of Buddha came from the depths of the temple, like sunlight through the clouds and mist, and like a beacon to guide the lost. The note seemed to have life, spiraling upwards and filling the air, giving people an otherworldly feeling.

Mu Yu and Yang Cake moved when they heard the sound, and the sound was like an invisible silk thread, pulling the direction of their steps. Their hearts are filled with a sense of urgency, as if they are racing against time, trying to reach the unknown end of the day.

At the same time, the Great Tengu, Curry, and Moraka also felt the call of this Buddha voice. They were naturally unwilling to let Mu Yu and Yang Cake take the lead, but here, due to some unknown constraint, they could not use force. I could only watch the backs of Mu Yu and Yang Cake drift away, and then hurried to follow.

Behind the temple, Mu Yu and Yang Cake found a tranquil body of water. It is like a mirror, reflecting the solemnity and simplicity of the temple. The stone monument by the water, which has experienced the baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow, is still standing. There are two big characters engraved on it - bitter sea.

Those two words are like deep in stone, full of the vicissitudes and heaviness of history. They depict a transcendent artistic conception with rough brushstrokes, which makes people feel a deep calm and profound. It is a deep sense of zen, a unique interpretation of the true meaning of life.

The word bitter sea gives a deeper meaning to this water. It is not only a silent water, but also a symbol of spirit, a portrayal of life. It seems to tell the story of life's sufferings and tribulations, but it also represents the possibility of detachment and sublimation.

Looking at the scene in front of them, Mu Yu and Yang Cake were deeply touched. They feel the impermanence and changes of life, and they also understand the fragility and resilience of life. They were fascinated by the meaning of the word bitter sea and decided to delve into the story and meaning behind it.

Facing the endless sea, my heart is full of anticipation and nervousness. Just as they were about to step into the Sea of Suffering, a powerful aura suddenly rose from the surface of the sea, followed by the figures of the Great Tengu, Moraga, and Kuri.

On the surface of the bitter sea, lotus flowers quietly bloomed, as if waiting for their arrival. These lotus flowers are as white as jade, floating gracefully on the water, each emitting a faint glow. In the light of the moon, they appear even more mysterious and beautiful.

The Great Tengu and Maharaja and Curry saw these lotus flowers at a glance. They know that where these lotus flowers appear, there must be important information. So, they quietly observed the surface of the sea, trying to find any clues from the lotus flowers.

Mu Yu and Yang Cake also noticed these lotus flowers. They feel that these lotus flowers are like a kind of guidance for them, leading them to the unknown journey. They took a deep breath, clasped each other's hands, and stepped into the sea of misery together.

As their steps gradually deepened into the sea of suffering, the lotus flowers on the sea also moved with their rhythm. Like guardians, they follow them closely, lighting the way ahead. Against the backdrop of the moonlight and lotus flowers, their figures appear more determined and brave.

They know that there will be many unknown challenges waiting for them in the sea of suffering. But they also understand that only by moving forward can they uncover the secrets of the sea of suffering and find a way to save the world. And those lotus flowers will be an important guide on their way forward.

Mu Yu and Yang Cake have firmly sat on the blooming lotus. The summer breeze blew gently, taking away the sweat on both cheeks and the tension in my heart. The giant tengu, Moroga and Curry, hurried to follow, determined to protect the two travelers from any danger.

The sea of bitterness is endless, and the waves are turbulent, like nothingness torn apart by the beginning of chaos. The depths of the sea, shrouded in mist, hide unknown dangers and mysteries. But this could not stop Mu Yu and Yang Cake from moving forward, they sat side by side, their eyes were firm, like the hardest rock, let the wind and rain blow, I stood still.

Behind them, the Great Tengu's low roar echoed through the air, a warning to all enemies who dared to threaten them. Moraga's eyes shone with wisdom, and he guarded this sea of suffering with untold power, as if he were an immovable god. Curry hovers quietly in the air, his presence itself a symbol of guardianship.

In the endless sky, the bitter sea churns and the waves are turbulent, like a bottomless abyss, swallowing up all light and hope. Mu Yu and Yang Cake sat on a lotus flower, floating on the bitter sea, as if they had become two isolated islands in this world, relying on each other, facing the vast bitter sea in front of them.

Mu Yu's face was resolute and resolute, and her eyes were as bright as stars, illuminating the dark sea of suffering. Her hand clasped Yang Cake's hand tightly, as if conveying strength and courage. Yang Cake sat quietly on the lotus flower, his gaze deep and calm, as if he had transcended the hustle and bustle of the world.

Time seems to have lost its meaning in the bitter sea, and I don't know how long it has been, they are still floating on the bitter sea. The sea of suffering in front of you is boundless, as if it will never end. The waves rolled around them, forming huge whirlpools that devoured their lotus flowers. It was as if they had become islands in the bitter sea, surrounded by endless darkness and waves.

However, despite the endless sea of suffering ahead, they did not give up. They firmly believe that as long as they persevere, there will always be a glimmer of hope waiting for them. Their hearts float in a sea of suffering, but their faith is as firm as a mountain.

Suddenly, a strange sight appeared. Buddha shadows emerged, like the projection of ancient fables in reality, they seemed to come out of the ancient scriptures and awaken from the silence of thousands of years. The Buddha figures were dressed in gold-rimmed robes and had a look of compassion on their faces, as if they were telling some transcendent truth.

Bursts of Buddha sounds overflowed from the mouths of these Buddha shadows, and the tone was simple and solemn, like morning bells and dusk drums, washing people's hearts. Mu Yu and Yang Cake were in it, and they only felt that the Buddha sound was like gurgling water, although it was clear, it carried a deep temptation.

They began to immerse themselves in this melodious Buddha sound, as if they were being pulled by an invisible force, and their hearts were gradually occupied by it. There was compassion and wisdom in that note, and it was irresistible. Their hearts began to waver, as if they saw an unprecedented possibility.

However, just as they were about to be guided by this Buddha voice, Mu Yu and Yang Cake suddenly woke up. They realize that the sound of the Buddha is not luring them into the Buddha's door, but rather tempting them to give up their ego and become slaves to the notes. They hurriedly gathered their minds and used all their willpower to resist the charm of this Buddha sound.

They cling to their consciousness like boats struggling in a rapid. The sound of the Buddha came like a tidal wave, wave after wave, trying to knock down their consciousness. But Mu Yu and Yang Cake resisted stubbornly and refused to back down a step.

It was a fierce struggle, a contest of will and temptation. They understand that only by sticking to themselves can they stay awake in this sea of musical notes. They painfully resist the gravitational pull of the Buddha's voice, trying to pull their minds back to themselves.

A mysterious Buddha shadow emerged, grand and solemn, like Allah of all spirits. The shadow of the Buddha radiates an ancient and deep light, and it contains endless compassion and wisdom. It is a vision, an ineffable mysterious power that is quietly changing the balance of the Three Realms.

The Great Tengu, Curry, and Moraga, all three of whom are powerful beings beyond mortal mortals, each with a unique power. They felt the vision of the Buddha's shadow and knew in their hearts that it was the power to assimilate them. They were in the sea of suffering, facing the solemnity of the Buddha's shadow, and their hearts were full of vigilance and resistance.

The Great Tengu, dressed in a gorgeous feather coat and armed with a spear, has an unyielding grit on his face. He stood in the wind, glaring angrily at the Buddha's shadow, his wings fluttering slightly in the breeze, as if warning of the powerful force from the bitter sea.

Curry's figure shimmered with a mysterious light, and his eyes were as deep as the sea, as if he could see all the secrets of the world. He stared at the Buddha shadow with a mocking smile on his face, a smile full of contempt and resistance to the force.

Moraga, huge as a mountain, his skin shimmered with a metallic sheen, as if he was invulnerable. His eyes were like an abyss, seemingly calm but deep in majesty. He roared at the Buddha's shadow, and the voice echoed like thunder over the bitter sea, showing his strength and determination.

The three strong men worked together to resist the power of the Buddha shadow from the sea of suffering. Their strength and will collided in the sea of suffering, stirring up countless ripples. It was a silent contest, a duel of spirit and strength. Although they were in the sea of suffering and faced with the majesty of the Buddha's shadow, their eyes were full of determination and determination. They will not be easily assimilated, they will guard their power, they will guard their existence.

Mu Yu pricked up his ears, as keenly as a cheetah, catching every sound around him. He was in the midst of an infinite Buddha sound, as pure as spring snow, as powerful as a torrent, pervasive, and filled all his senses.

He closed his eyes tightly, as if he were a thousand-year-old rock, stubbornly resisting the invasion of this Buddha sound. Every time the Buddha Yin tried to penetrate the depths of his soul, he was like a shark swimming in the icy sea, resisting the invasion of this force with great perseverance and tenacity.

However, something wonderful happened. In the process of resisting, Mu Yu felt that his spiritual power increased silently. His heart is like an endless starry sky, attracting the power of this Buddha sound and transforming it into a part of himself.

His heart was as hot as a furnace, and under the stirring of this Buddha's voice, he extracted his spiritual power. His spiritual power is like a river, flowing in his body, growing stronger. He felt that he was gradually becoming stronger under the baptism of this Buddha sound.

He turned his eyes to look at the Yang Cake beside him, and the other party was also closing his eyes tightly, trying his best to resist the invasion of Buddha sound. Yang Cake's face showed a mixture of pain and determination, and her body trembled slightly, as if she was under tremendous pressure. However, under the agitation of this Buddha sound, the spiritual power of Yang Cake also increased silently.