No matter how many times he failed, Hong Yi's eyes always looked at the other side.

Flowers bloom and fall, long years, long river, everything is like a dream, push open the small building, smoke and rain, an era and an era.

In the flowing water of time under the bridge on the other side, a beautiful young man sitting on the lotus platform appeared, with red silk wrapped around white hair, and a holy text symbolizing the origin of all things between his eyebrows.

"It's too easy."

Hong Yi's old voice sounded, and the words alone carried a kind of consciousness that made people involuntarily sacrifice themselves.

"Hong Yi, aren't you still enlightened?"

Mo Luo looked at Hong Yi on the bridge in the water.

Planting green seedlings all over the field, you can see the sky in the water when you look down. The six roots are cleared as the way, and the regression is the forward.

Mo Luo He has disappeared, yes, Hong Yi killed Tai Yi, but Mo Luo's will can give birth to a new Tai Yi that is exactly the same as the original at any time.

But why didn't Moro manifest like this, because Moro loves every life, or that Moro will doesn't need a strong battle at all to get everything.

"What is enlightenment?!" Hong Yi seemed to have reappeared back to the day of the fierce battle with Taiyi, with three thousand white hairs flying, and the momentum around his body shook the eternals.

"I am the son of Yi, standing in the era of thousands of years, changing the past and the present and the future."

Hong Yi shot out and hit Mo Luo in the water, this is just his inner demon, if he can kill Mo Luo once, he can kill him two or three times. And even countless times.

Ego, even if it is the self that manifests Taiyi, Taiyi itself is not the true self. The existence that belongs to Moluo's true self is now an existence like a giant immortal king, reaching the point of a terrifying eternal giant, and has become an existence that the weird clan has a headache and can only be sealed and wiped out.

"Hong Yi, you know—"

Mo Luo seemed to be a phantom that could never be hit, even if Hong Yi's power had surpassed the ancient, modern and future, surpassing everything.

But how can one person shake an ocean? He could only drown in the sea.

"I am the great liberation itself! I am the sea of suffering!! I am the other side!! ”

In front of you, around you, in the whole world. Everything turned into a blood red, so thick that it could not be dissolved, exuding a sweet smell, which was enough to make Hong Yi's power expand infinitely, to the point of truly being incomparable.

"My grand wish is to make all living beings in the world like dragons, and everyone beyond the other side. Such a grand aspiration, no amount of power, is enough. No amount of power is too much. Hong Yi devoured Mo Luo's wisdom and life source power to his heart's content, and his physique and spirit became stronger and stronger.

He was even enough to create another Sun God World again, but he was never able to reach the other side.

"The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is the back." Morro's will reverberates, and it was a direction that pointed the way forward.

There is never the other side, because the shore is behind you.

"You didn't lose to me, you lost to yourself, you want everyone to be like a dragon, but you don't believe in the power of sentient beings, you just regard sentient beings as the object of education, so your everyone is like a dragon, and it is impossible to achieve it in itself."

"Because you have forgotten that if you want everyone to be like a dragon, you must go among all the people, and your eyes only want to look far away and look higher, and if you go wrong, you will naturally not be able to achieve your goal."

The wisdom of the real Moluo emerged, and Hong Yi's brain began to swell, and even exploded.

Because too much, too much, too much knowledge keeps tumbling, at this moment it is not people who are constantly pursuing knowledge, but knowledge is constantly pursuing people, and its pursuit is cruel and emotionless, like a falcon and a hound catching a rabbit.

Before the rain, the clouds cover the sky, and the water surface of the rivers, lakes and seas also darkens, and the fish swimming in the lake do not understand what is going on. Suddenly, the water was bright and bright, and the swimming fish saw the bait shaking in front of them, and they felt lucky that they had received the gift from heaven, and immediately swallowed the food, but they did not expect to be caught ashore by the fisherman's fish and died, and those monks who pursued the knowledge of the truth were as ignorant as those who were hooked.

Those whose eyes are focused on sculpting will have more and more injured eyesight, those whose ears are focused on alternating sounds will have their hearing deteriorated more and more, and those whose minds are focused on the avenue will have their minds more and more crumbling.

Those who admire the wisdom of the Dao are like crutches, and those who pursue the knowledge of the Dao are like paralyzed, they only know the phenomenon of the Dao, but do not know the essence of the Dao.

Hong Yi's continuous pursuit and little progress finally saw the truth of everything, he laughed and cried, and his expression was collapsing.

An excellent teenager at the end of his knowledge wrote two words with a pen stroke -

"Zhou Yi"!"

He saw a real saint, a saint who wrote the old and new Zhou Yige, and then he saw him, he saw himself, and he saw himself when he was in Xishan.

"Hong Yi, this is the first time that Moluo has come to cross you." Taiyi muttered softly.

"Huh? How is this possible!? Hong Yi roared in disbelief.

Because he saw the truth, everything was just a dream of Moro, and he was also a dream of Moro.

After crossing tens of billions of rays of light and hundreds of billions of darkness, the world we finally arrived at was far away from the upper reaches of the Grief River and the other side of the Forgotten River. There is a vast wilderness, a paradise that only those who have forgotten their suffering, a world where there is no pain and hunger, war and sorrow, and a world where people can be liberated from all their troubles, and there is the Pure Land of Bliss.

The sentient beings in the kingdom have no suffering, but they receive all kinds of happiness, hence the name Bliss.

The land of bliss, the seven-fold fence, the seven-fold net, and the seven-fold row of trees are all four treasures, surrounded by turns.

In the land of bliss, there are seven treasure pools, eight merit waters, full of them, and the bottom of the pool is pure gold sand. Four-sided steps, gold and silver, glass, glass synthesis. There is a pavilion on it, and it is also decorated with gold and silver, glass, glass, clams, red beads, and agate.

The lotus flower in the pond is as big as a wheel, cyan, cyan, yellow, yellow, red, red, white, white, delicately fragrant.

The land of the Buddha is often a heavenly joy. Gold for the earth. At six o'clock in the day and night, the rain mandala blooms. The sentient beings of its land often use Qingdan, each with his clothes, to provide for ten trillion sentient beings in other places, that is, when they eat, they return to their own country and eat and travel.

There are many wonderful variegated birds in this country: white cranes, peacocks, parrots, relics, Kalingpinga, and birds of common life. It is all the birds, at six o'clock in the day and night, and out and with the sound of Yayin. Its sound is smooth five roots, five forces, seven bodhi points, eight holy path points, and so on. All living beings in its land, hearing the sound, are all reciting the Buddha, the Dharma, and the Sangha.

In the land of the Buddha, the breeze blows all the treasures and trees, and the treasure nets, producing subtle sounds, such as a hundred thousand kinds of music, all at the same time. Those who hear the sound will naturally have the heart of reciting the Buddha, the Dharma, and the Sangha.

At this moment, he seemed to be in a huge palace like a huge world, in the midst of the golden red lotus in the sky, one of the ten trillion sentient beings, listening to the teachings of Moluo.

He got up and looked at the world-sized Moro, only to see Molo chuckling at him.

With the blood spit out by Yang Tian, Hong Yi saw countless of himself stubbornly walking in different scenes, and countless of himself who had already sat on the golden-red lotus platform, making a gesture of joy and enjoyment.

"With nine, see the dragons, headless, Ji!" With a terrible shout, Hong Yi comprehended the new hexagram, but even so, Hong Yi still - not realized!

The sun god will end soon, and it will cover the sky and fight, the people who cover the sky, the head iron soul, and the rest of the world are all plots, thinking and the like, and the people who cover the sky don't think about it at all, and Brother Pingtou killing the other party is victory.

(End of chapter)