Tsing Yi lowered his eyebrows, plucked the strings with his bare hands, and the sound of whimpering was endless, such as resentment and admiration, such as crying and complaining.

......

It was dark.

The ground is very white.

There is a tree between the black sky and the white earth, the only tree.

The tree is very big, deep-rooted, the branches are luxuriant, under the big tree stands a Taoist, the Taoist head is tied in a bun, the feet are numb, the Taoist looks up at the sky, the waist pole is very straight, very straight and straight like the trunk behind him, as if nothing in heaven and earth can bend him.

"Suddenly!"

A wisp of wind ruffled the bun on the Taoist's head.

"Suddenly~~"

The Taoist beard is tangled and messy, and the Taoist robe on his body is drumming and hunting.

"Woo woo~~"

The yin wind is miserable, the cold wind gusts, the cold wind beats the face of the Taoist, the Taoist does not move, the heart does not move, the body does not move, the blade does not move, it is not that he does not want to move, but he can't move, he doesn't dare to move, and he endures.

"Roar, roar, roar~~"

Hurricane, the tyrannical hurricane that destroyed the world, the wind disaster of nothingness, the death tornado, the endless wind fire, the Hongmeng wind breath, the four fierce gods and evil wind ghosts cried and howled and annihilated the Taoist, annihilated the big tree behind him, the wind destroyed the tree, and the evergreen tree fell its first yellow leaf.

One piece, one piece...... One layer, one layer......

The wind stopped, the ground was yellow, and the Taoist stood among the layers of dead leaves, leaning over his body, bowing his head, facing the terrible sky, and the Taoist and the bare trees behind him leaned like a big tree with only branches facing the sky, his head bowed, not to mention his waist.

The Taoist face was bloodless, his body trembled, his heart was burning, and the namelessness confused his eyes, he raised his head, a pair of extremely terrifying eyes, thirteen pupils.

The thirteen pupils continued to amplify a voice: Ant An dares to speak of a saint!

......

The lotus flower as white as snow does not know when it becomes as black as ink, the Taoist sitting on the lotus platform is burning nameless, he knots the root wisdom seal with one hand, and waves the three treasures of the wonderful tree with one hand, the wonderful tree every time the stone needle is darkened, the stone needle is just the opposite, it is the more angry it is, the more angry it is, the more angry it is!

"Brush!"

Mioki brushed the stone needle out again.

"Wow!"

The stone needle trembled, and then killed back, the Taoist let go, and the wonderful tree fell to the ground, 'Hum!' The stone needle stabbed the Taoist eyebrows viciously, it wanted the life of the Taoist, the Taoist raised his hand, and the stone needle pierced the Taoist's index finger.

A drop of blood, golden blood, fragrant, a drop of holy blood, Tsing Yi smiled.

"Buzz Buzz Buzz ~~"

The distance of the stone needle is shocked, but it can't fly out of the Taoist's thumb and index finger, and the Taoist is like a flower holding the stone needle that stabbed it, and the stone needle struggles hard, but it is rare to escape.

The Taoist opened his eyes, and there was no trace of fireworks in the bland, otherworldly, supreme.

"Mole ant, Ann dares to slaughter the saint!"

"Hahahaha...... Hahahaha...... Why don't you dare!"

Shi Ji fearlessly pointed at the quasi-Daoist and laughed, he is not afraid of death, so what is there to fear?

"Humph!"

The Taoist snorted coldly, and his hand holding the stone needle reached out to the stone rock.

"Buzz buzz!" "Stone Needle desperately resisted, don't! don't!

The Taoist was as indifferent as ever, and the stone needle in his hand pierced Shi Ji's eyebrows inch by inch.

Shi Ji was suddenly stunned, she didn't expect Zhun Ti to kill her with a stone needle, Shi Ji was red-eyed, she was suddenly very angry, angry and wanted to kill, Shi Ji roared in her heart: She can't ...... She can't die under a stone needle, she can't!

"Wait!"

The quasi-Tidao man was unmoved, and the needle in his hand was getting closer and closer to Shiji.

"If you kill me today, the West will be punished!"

The quasi-Ti Daoist's expression moved slightly, his hand stopped, and the Daoist looked at Shi Ji coldly.

Shi Ji took a deep breath, suppressed the endless anger in her heart, she looked up at the Taoist sitting on the lotus, he sat too high, in front of him, she was very small, insignificant, even if she made a voice, she was pitiful.

Shi Ji pointed to the earth, and a black leaf was born under her feet, an ink-colored lotus leaf, the lotus leaf grew on a straight stem, and the green clothes standing in the lotus leaf were lifted, and the lotus leaf rose to the level of the lotus, and Shi Ji sat down indifferently.

Ink leaf green lotus, ink danqing, as long as two colors, Tsing Yi spoke: "Quasi-Daoist, you listen to me, although Shi Ji's cultivation is shallow, he is not a person who can be killed at will!"

Shi Ji sang:

Pangu Open Heaven Stubborn Stone Body,

The sun, moon and stars refine the spirit.

once went to Kunlun to worship the queen mother,

The Queen Mother's curse was passed on to the spiritual treasure.

and follow Lao Tzu to hear morality,

Taiqing mantra Wen purple breath.

The moon god treats me with sisterhood,

A little maze under the laurel tree.

The Great Witch Hou Yi passed on the battle skills,

Ten years to build a heart.

Three huts meet ancestors,

Three hundred mantras are accepted in one thought.

All the way west, all the witches welcome,

The master of the Wu clan's earthly qin.

Today is the beginning of the great quasi-mention,

A pearl and a spell.

If this is the end of everything,

Not Zhou Shan is too first sound.

Pangu has sacrificed my wish,

A piece of music, a heart.

The quasi-Daoist was moved, he looked at the woman in green clothes sitting quietly on the ink-colored lotus leaves, her expression was extremely strange, the Daoist's hand was moved, and the stone needle trembled and pierced Shi Ji's eyebrows.

Shi Ji opened his eyes, his heart was weak, since he couldn't die, then open his eyes!

The tip of the needle became bigger and bigger in her eyes, and it went deep into her pupils, and her eyebrows hurt, and Shi Ji watched the stone needle pierce into her eyebrows.

"Buzz!"

It hurts!

Stone Needle cried.

......

There is no wind and no dust between heaven and earth, a lotus flower as white as snow, a lotus leaf as black as ink, lotus flower in the west, lotus leaf in the east, a flower and a leaf, a west and an east, a white and a black, a sunny and a cloudy.

On the lotus flower, the quasi-Taoist with a pleasant face bowed and said: "Don't worry, Taoist friends, you and I are destined to see each other, and Taoist friends give me a share of the fate of all beings, and I should be blessed." ”

Shi Ji, who was sitting on the lotus leaf and was sinking like water, sneered and said, "The blessings of the sage can not be afforded. ”

The quasi-Taoist did not think it was rebellious, but explained with a smile: "The Taoist friend was afraid when he first saw the poor road, and his heart was uneasy, which was an obstacle in his heart. ”

"Today, the Taoist friends slaughtered the saints with great courage, saw the holy blood, and regarded death as home, despised the poor Dao, and proved great courage, which is really gratifying and congratulatory, and from then on there is no one in the world who makes the Taoist friends afraid, and there are things that are afraid. ”

The corners of Shi Ji's mouth squirmed for a long time, and five words were squeezed out between his teeth: "Worship the Holy One." ”

The Quasi-Daoist shook his head with a smile, and said: "In fact, the poor Dao is doing this today, and it is not all for the Taoists, the poor Dao and the Daoists have the same obstacles in their hearts, and the poor Dao sends their hearts to their hearts, puts themselves in their shoes, takes the hearts of Taoist friends as my heart, takes my heart as the heart of the saints, and breaks the two obstacles with one heart, you and I can be at ease." ”

On the Lingshan of the day, he suffered a catastrophe because of his vain words about the Nuwa sage, not only the Bodhi ancestral root was damaged, and he needed to find an opportunity to make up for it, but the Dao heart was also frustrated, after all, he had a holy position in his body, and he was a saint of heaven, but he had to ask another saint for sin, which would be a very shameful thing no matter when and where he put it.

Shi Ji said lightly: "The wisdom of the sage is beyond the reach of the dust, then again, the sage is really willing, and it is just enough to give up a quasi-mantra, and even the holy blood is willing to give up a drop." ”

The quasi-Daoist smiled slightly, and said: "Daoist friends have misunderstood the poor Dao, quasi-mention mantras, Xiaoyou can understand, poor Dao only has joy in his heart, if all living beings in the world can understand this mantra, the poor Dao should be happy, the mantra is good, the law is good, all living beings are willing to cultivate, and the poor Dao is willing to be granted." ”

"The Dharma of Zhun Ti is the law of all sentient beings, and the mantra of Zhun Ti is the mantra of all sentient beings, all sentient beings are willing to listen, and Zhun Ti is willing to recite it, but unfortunately there are few living beings in the West, and there are very few people who have the root ability to understand this mantra, even if the poor road opens the door of convenience, the mantra cannot be transmitted!"

Shi Ji was moved, and for the first time, she was moved by the broad minds of all beings in the quasi-Ti Dao.

Zhun Ti preached: "All the Dharma is like a dream...... The Dharma and mantras are not precious, what is precious is the sentient beings, no one cultivates the Fa, for the impossible, no one recites the mantra, for no mantra, even if the Dharma of heaven and earth is not given to all sentient beings, it is not known!"