Where is this? Not only is there a gloomy atmosphere, but there are also invisible ghosts and ghosts, and it seems to have something to do with the human world. Can it even affect the monk's mind?

Wu Xuan escaped into the mandala Dharma realm, and when he investigated carefully, he found that it turned out to be a strange yin wind. This yin wind, unlike the yin wind raised by ordinary ghost monks, was curious for a while, and he was also secretly annoyed that he had almost caught the way, so he secretly followed this yin wind, intending to find out. Dozens of miles deeper, I saw an amazing scene.

In the middle of the valley, in the midst of the rubble, there is a huge hole. The pothole, sometimes overflowing with brilliance, sometimes black and white like yin and yang gossip, vaguely, makes Wuxu have a feeling of great horror between life and death.

Wuxu, for a while, instinctively did not dare to approach. Wuxu didn't believe in those adventures in dangerous places, looked at the big pothole in front of him, and wanted to retreat. But the scene that seemed to only come from the human world made Wuxu a little hesitant. Could it be that there is a passage connecting the outer heavens and the human world?

As soon as he thought of this, Wuxu suppressed the idea of retreating and wandered around the huge crater. It's just that this yin ghost is so strong that even Wuxu is difficult to parry. Even a trace of divine consciousness released by Wuxu, once he entered the pit, not only disappeared without a trace in an instant, but also a trace of dark power, which seemed to pull Wuxu into it. It seems that this is not a place for a real monk like Wuxu to set foot in at all?

Wuxu wanted to withdraw immediately, but above the pit, some vague and fragmentary pictures of the world appeared from time to time!

Is this place connected to the world?!

Wuxu couldn't help but step forward again, but there was an invisible resistance, horizontal in front.

So far, I haven't seen a single person, but I have been stopped outside like this! The anger in my heart for no reason arose, and he sacrificed the green lotus spiritual fire from the mandala Dharma realm and rushed forward.

The Qinglian Spiritual Fire was originally a natural spiritual fire between heaven and earth, and it was tempered by Buddhist monks for many years, full of spirituality and great power. The gloomy aura on the periphery has been avoided.

Wuxu was in a no-man's land for a while, and after a while, he came to the edge of the huge pit. But at this moment, the pit was pitch black and deep, full of abyssal appearance, and the gloomy aura that accumulated like water in the pit was quite damaging to the divine consciousness, and the divine consciousness released into the void was all corroded a moment ago.

But just at this moment, Wuxu was already dizzy. It's just that in this short period of time, I have seen countless blurry pictures. These images, incomplete, constantly changing, constantly dissipating and rising again. The number of them is so large that it is difficult to calculate, and it makes Wu Xuan think of the words in a Buddhist scripture, such as the number of sands in the Ganges. The divine consciousness released by Wu Xu, placed in it, is like a flat boat in the ocean, giving Wu Xuan a feeling of drowning.

The content of these pictures is occasionally from the world, but the main ones are more from this Xuanyin Star.

This is a fragment of the memory of a dead man? Or rather, a fragment of the memory of a person who has lost his soul!

What the hell is this place?!

He did not dare to enter this pit rashly, although he was very curious. Wuxu lingered on the edge for a moment, then searched around again.

All around, there are only bare craggy rocks, not a single grass or tree, revealing a dead artistic conception. In the distance, those tiger demons who were unwilling to leave seemed to be staring at them carefully, but they didn't dare to come forward, and they seemed to be quite afraid of this place.

Suddenly, Wuxu vaguely felt movement behind him, and hurriedly turned around to take a look. The gloomy aura in the pit was contrary to the silence on the surface before, windless and automatic, and there was a boiling meaning, leaking a glimmer of light. Immediately afterwards, this glimmer of light dispersed, or rather scattered. A series of blurry pictures appeared in front of Wuxu's eyes.

A monk flew out of the ethereal mountains, his treasure was solemn, and his cultivation momentum was extraordinary.

He traveled far and wide, subduing demons and destroying demons.

But after all, there was no enemy, but fortunately there were tigers to save him, so he made a grand wish to make the tiger clan a positive result.

He has a lot of tiger demon cultivators, and many tiger demons follow.

But it provoked the anger of the Tiger Demon Clan, and even the entire Demon Clan, and Xingshi asked the Great Zhou Dynasty and its teachers to blame.

This monk, as well as many tiger demons who followed him, were all wiped out and died, and their souls were scattered.

。。。。。。

Don't say it, the picture is blurry and incomplete, and those who are destined will naturally understand.

Wuxu couldn't help but take out the black and non-slippery autumn, and the Fuhu Order that had been forgotten by himself. If there is no accident, this thing is the token of the monk to transform many tiger demons and order them! At this moment, this thing should have been stimulated in some way, and it faintly shone a little.

"The reason why these pictures can appear must be because of himself and those tiger demons in the distance. Wu Xuan thought to himself, "The monk, I don't know what the name is, I don't know how long he has been dead, after his soul is gone, some obsession in that pit barely or luckily survived. Tonight, under the influence of Wuxu and those tiger demons, he flew up so obviously. Vague and incomplete, it still has its meaning. ”

It's just that this monk's philosophy is fundamentally different from his own, and even contradictory. This is like the obsession of a long-standing will, but it is the wrong person. Wuxu thought about it, and was about to throw the tiger order in his hand into the pit.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded from all around, and said in a deep voice to Wuxu, "Who is you? dare to trespass here!" Before the words fell, a huge palm shadow, like a black cloud, fell from the sky and pressed towards the top of Wuxu's head.

Wu Xuan did not answer, and displayed the mysterious Buddhist handprint learned from the nine-leaf green lotus lamp. The green lotus spiritual fire floating in front of him suddenly shot out a green lotus-shaped spiritual flame, like a huge lotus flower blooming above him.

"Hehe, you bald donkeys really don't die!" The people in the dark sneered again and again, and at the same time, the palm shadow that was like a black cloud was not only not afraid at all, but it was even more condensed, like a huge meteorite, flying down.

A huge force came from above Wuxu's intuition, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, and he almost sat down, involuntarily opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of essence blood.

This gloomy aura is absolutely an ordinary ghost aura from time to time, and his own Buddhist exercises have no effect of restraint at all! And judging from the hand-to-hand fight, the person who secretly makes a move, in terms of cultivation alone, is far higher than himself. Enlightenment turned his mind like a lightning flint, and then disappeared into the mandala dharma realm.

"Little bald donkey, just one move, and then you have entered the bullshit law realm!" A gray figure appeared vaguely, and its two eyes flashed with white cold light, shining in all directions, as if to find out Wuxu.

Wuxu drove the Dharma Realm and slowly sneaked outside. But unexpectedly, somehow, it was discovered again. The man held out a finger and pointed a little in the direction of Wuxu. Suddenly, Wuxu felt that there was infinite pressure in all directions, up and down.

The so-called one force will drop ten. With such infinite pressure, if it is too long, even if your Mandala Dharma Realm is in the void, I am afraid that it will not be able to support it, and it will collapse and shatter.

This strange person, could it be a general overhaul? Wuxu smiled bitterly. For now, I'm afraid I can only enter the sea conch in embarrassment.

The sea sound conch is the thing that Guanyin Bodhisattva gave to him at the beginning, but after all, it is the Bodhisattva's dojo, not his own thing. In the past few years, Wuxu has become more and more aware that he can't use this thing casually, and the more favors he receives, the greater the cause and effect of his day. Besides, what he has always cultivated is disrespectful.

At this moment, a token automatically flew out from the Void Mandala Dharma Realm, emitting six rays of light of different colors. The boundless pressure suddenly stopped.

The gray figure took his fingers, but scolded loudly, "Little thief, since you have this six-yuan blessing order, the old man will spare your life tonight!

Liuyuan Fu Ling? Wuxu thought about it for a long time before he remembered. This is the amulet that the Heavenly Demon and other six Tongxuan Masters repaired, joined hands to bless and give themselves that day.

Wuxu pondered for a moment, then walked out of the Dharma Realm, and saluted towards the strange man who was still gray and white, "Little monk Wuxu, meet the seniors." ”

The gray figure glanced at Wuxu, and then scolded and said, "The old man knows that your name is Wuxu, and he also knows that you just came up from the world." He waved his hand as he spoke.

Wuxu felt that he was like a drop in the ocean, the dust of history, and he couldn't help but follow this strange man, and in an instant, he went to another place.

The scenery is beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and he is sitting opposite an old man in a gray robe, with delicious wine and food in the middle, and it is even more rare that there are many songs and dances not far below.

The gray-robed old man on the opposite side squinted at Wuxu while pouring himself a drink, and said, "The wine on the table is called Huangquan Wine." Little monk, do you dare to accompany the old man for a few drinks?"

"Why don't you dare?" Wuxu, at this time, knowing that the strange person opposite was cultivating Qigao, most of them were through Xuan Xuan, and he was invincible except for escaping into the sea sound conch, so he simply let go, picked up the wine jug, filled it with a glass, raised it, handed it to his mouth, and drank it.

This glass of wine, smelling fragrant, but the entrance is sweet and sour, full of five flavors, after the throat will disperse, a cold and dead air, instantly surging to the whole body.

Wu Xu, couldn't help trembling, the purple and red monk's robe on his body was like a rotten rag, falling off inch by inch, flying endlessly, and then, the aura overflowed all over his body, like a lotus, like a tiger. Wu Xuan realized that he had lost many things in his physical body, such as the Vajra Immortal Hidden that he had cultivated before, and the remnants of the souls of the many tiger demons who had died in Chongshan City。。。。。。。 Then, the original glowing skin began to age and turn gray.

Not only that, but those karmas are like fire, blazing, like a furnace. The bounds of the sea of consciousness seem to be completely bound. It's as if there is an invisible cage that prevents one's divine consciousness body from coming out, and can only remain in the sea of physical consciousness, and it seems that the aura is getting less and less, and that feeling is like breathing is getting harder and harder!

This is the effect of karma! Wu was shocked in his heart, and he couldn't imagine that this Huangquan wine was so vicious and powerful! It turned out that this wine was actually made with karma!

The so-called karma is a kind of Buddhist appellation, one refers to the connection or law of the cycle of cause and effect, and the other refers to some specific things, such as thoughts and emotions, and the worse ones are obsessions and resentments.

But even the karma of obsession and resentment is overwhelmingly intangible, and it is a bit fantastical that this gray-robed old man can actually make wine from it.

As a Buddhist monk's enlightenment, he was contaminated with these obviously vicious karma, and for a while, it was even more difficult to cope with than other ordinary monks. Buddhism pays attention to karma, and practice is also to follow the belief and will, and now the karma is dyed, and it cannot be broken, and it cannot be shaken off, otherwise the so-called Taoist heart is lost, and the foundation collapses.

This is quite a bit of a taste of inviting you into the urn and being cocooned and self-bound.

Fortunately, since the beginning of the cultivation of the Dharma realm, there has been a move of disrespect, and at this time, Wuxu went further, and couldn't help but shout to himself, "I think, therefore I am! Heaven and earth, only I am! Other than that, everything is empty!"

Immediately, the body of the Void Divine Consciousness seemed to have escaped from the state of ghost pressure in a nightmare, and flew out of the Heavenly Spirit Acupoint, instantly escaping into the Mandala Dharma Realm.

Later, in the Dharma realm, Wuxu can sit upright and clasp his palms, holding the seal and reciting the sutra secretly. A long "Jizo King Bodhisattva Sutra", in a few breaths, has been recited several times.

But who knows, the invisible karmic fire that shrouded his body not only did not weaken in the slightest, but became a little worse, as if he was a thousand-year-old demon, and he didn't care at all, and even annoyed at the degree of enlightenment.

The gray-robed old man, looking at all this from the other side, said with a smile, "I heard that you are in the human world, and you have broken Padmasambhava's grand wish to recreate the underworld? ”

He stretched out his thin hand and touched the wine foam on his stubble chin, squinted his eyes in the direction of the Enlightenment Void Dharma Realm and said, "The Yellow Spring wine that you and I drank together tonight is refined by the obsessions, resentments, and other karma left over from the true monks of the various sects outside the heavens who have not died in a scattered soul. You have this trick of the devil, let's put it away as soon as possible! However, if you are willing to bow down to me, the old man can save your life!"

Wuxu suddenly understood the truth, and suddenly figured out why he always felt a little depressed when he arrived in the outer heavens.

In the world, ordinary people account for the vast majority, even if some people do not believe in Buddhism, they still have a trace of awe. The theories of the causal cycle are fused with the simple ideas of planting melons and beans in an agrarian society, which are derived from life and labor, and are rooted in the spiritual world of ordinary people.

In addition to the human race, there are also demon races, demons, ghosts, and some races even naturally reject or are hostile to Buddhism. It is Taoism and Confucianism, each with its own set of worldview, values, and outlook on life, and it is also different from the Buddhists, Taoists and Confucians in the world, because in the outer heavens, the deeper their cultivation is, the more far apart they are, after all, their respective paths are different.

From the human world to the outer heavens, it seems to be rising, but in fact it is sinking. At least in the world, it is Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism, and the three families are dominant, and even leave an imprint in the minds of the vast majority of ordinary people in the world.

Wuxu suddenly felt that he was in the human world, as if he was in the Dharma realm, like a fish in water. Whether it is the Dharma Realm or the Dojo, it is like Plato's ideal state. And the sky outside the sky is an era when a hundred flowers are blooming and all the sons are competing for power. Buddhism is just the words of one family.

The gray-robed old man, seeing that Wuxu didn't respond for a long time, couldn't help but snort coldly, brushed his sleeves and turned around.

But at this moment, a drop of blood emerged from Wuxu's body, like the rising sun. On that day, in a side hall of the Temple of Mercy and Grace, the blood droplets that popped out by the two of them, Ba Si Pa and Yuan Fa, who had completed the major repair, preached the Dharma and realized the void! Those invisible karmic fires either dissipated or receded, and they looked like they could not be avoided.

Wuxu looked at his skeleton body, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. But Wu Xuan did not hesitate at this moment, he immediately echoed in the Law Realm, and took this opportunity to smoothly ingest his body, which was about to become a skeleton, into the Law Realm, and then quietly flew out.

By the time the gray-robed old man noticed it and turned around again, Wu Xuan was almost about to fly out of those yin-filled areas. The old man didn't make a move, just muttered to himself, "Maybe you'll come back by yourself after all." ”

He slowly raised the wine glass in his hand, and the glass was also Huangquan wine, with a hint of dusk yellow rippling in the turbid white, like white wine, and after a while, it was like rice wine that had been around for a few years, with a hint of coldness, and dusk.

After a sip and a hiccup, he staggered his head up to the night sky and let out a long breath like a man and a wolf to the moon.

It's a pity that Wuxu didn't see this scene, he was in his own Dharma Realm, and he flew out cautiously and eagerly. The night was dark, and for a while, he didn't know where the safe place was. He hesitated slightly, and then flew towards the group of tiger demons that were still waiting for him in front of him.

Those tiger demons, although they couldn't see the void, they could sense the dark surge in the space, and they were on alert. Wu has a heart, showing his skeleton and scaring them, but if you think about it, forget it, it is important to save your life.

But these tiger demons, somehow, vaguely sensed the location of Wuxu, and roared one after another, unable to see, but chasing after them. It is like a group of fanatical and ignorant believers, following the prophet of their own hearts.

Half of them were due to the spatial aura fluctuations caused by the shuttle of the Law Realm, and half of them were due to the inexplicable induction of the Tiger Order.

Wuxu couldn't help but recall the pictures that appeared in the pit earlier. A Buddhist monk, degreed many tiger demons. The so-called Dharma Realm, the Dojo, and even the Ideal Kingdom are all degreed, just like the conquest and crusade of the kings of the world.

The night is deep, and in the mandala dharma realm that I have visualized, it is like a spring water boat, like sitting in the sky, like a night sailing boat.

The rivers and mountains in the night, in fact, whether it is day or night, they all exist, as if they last forever. Whether day or night, they all have their own unique charm and style. Although it is black and white, there is no right or wrong, the same beauty, or existence.

Wuxu looked at his rugged body, recalled all the things that happened when he first went to the heavens, and recalled the various things that happened after he arrived in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

This day is not a good place, monks are like dogs everywhere, there are many sects, Buddhism is not prosperous, what you have learned before is like preaching, it is difficult to actually practice it.

Purdue sentient beings, I'm afraid this is the real Pudu sentient beings!

Wuxu looked at the tiger demons behind him and looked ahead.

Ahead, is Wuxia. Wuxu even vaguely saw the wooden boat of the second grandson. Wuxu suddenly wanted to go back to the wooden boat, sit in the cabin, and have a good drink.

If those tiger demons catch up like this again, then they will all be turned into degrees, and there will be no one left!

The cause and effect between himself and the Tiger Clan will be empty.

On the path of cultivation, I am the only one who is alone, and in the Dharma Realm Dojo, the same is true at the beginning.

A glass of yellow spring wine, the flesh becomes a skeleton.

Fang Zhi wants to practice and purify the suffering of all sentient beings.