Noisy moaning, irritable words, wet and sticky feeling, like suffocation from drowning, and like drying up and exploding by the scorching sun, one moment it is painful, the next moment it is clear and calm, the boundary between life and death, pain and pleasure seems to become very blurred at this moment, thinking is gradually ossifying, consciousness is gradually dissipating, and even the cognition of "me" is beginning to blur......

"There is a mixture of things, I don't know their names, the strong name is called 'Tao', invisible, inconceivable, untouchable, formless, aspectless, colorless, everything is nothing, and nothing is there, not good, not evil, the good sees the good, the evil sees the evil, but the good sees not good, the evil sees not evil, the god dwells above the green and the underworld, under the ocean, nowhere, everywhere. The Tao can't be seen, can't know, know the non-Tao, turn the Tao into a way, need to know that it is born as a gas, the flesh is fake, extraordinary, feathered and ascended to the immortals, fluttering, free, and riding the six dragons by the six qis, the immortals are in me, I am in the nine heavens......

-- "The Engraved Sutra of the Emperor" General Outline Volume 1"

Ji Xuanming closed the scroll and looked out the window, the sky was drowsy at the moment, the wind was roaring, the torrential rain was pouring, the rain gathered on the window eaves, the shadows of the trees outside the courtyard were swaying, projecting a magnificent and fantastic image on the window, however, at this moment, the seemingly noisy courtyard was even more silent, this courtyard was in the deep mountains, without the slightest life, lonely, quiet, secluded, cold.

There seemed to be thousands of shadows flickering in his eyes, dark, deep, the words that seemed to be wriggling tentacles were turning in the shadows of his eyes, and a huge shadow rose behind him, countless tentacles struggled in the shadows, countless phantoms emerged, one by one dark, weird, and gloomy eyes opened and closed densely on the curtain of shadows, countless ancient, mysterious, twisted, The chaotic words are inlaid on the curtain like a chaotic stone, positive and negative, straight and curved, distorted and confused at this moment.

Just when the curtain behind him was about to envelop the whole room, a trace of struggle flashed in Ji Xuanming's eyes, and he suddenly grabbed the scroll in front of him, and a dark light pattern appeared on the scroll, and wriggling words appeared on the scroll, and the curtain behind him was like ten thousand waters entering the sea, and the shadow in Ji Xuanming's eyes gradually decreased, and a touch of life appeared in his eyes.

Ji Xuan looked at the scroll, his whole body was already sweating profusely, a trace of happiness flashed in his mind, the smile on his face had not yet dissipated, and suddenly became stiff, countless murmurs, chaotic whispers, screaming, roaring, crying...... Countless, can be thought of, can not be imagined, many voices sounded, Ji Xuanming trembled his hands, took out a piece of dark yellow letter paper, and wrote with a brush on the paper:

"Yin over the virtuous brother, see the letter like a face, many days not seen, now the brother feels that the world is like chess, personnel need to die, has felt that time is running out, so the message on the paper, in order to pass on the virtuous brother. I am in the vast mountain, the valley of no life, the old house of the king, the record of the unborn, the realm of the undead, in order to pass on the mysterious door, the ancestors hide the Tao in the world's classics, I have consulted over the years, and finally have gained, Gu Zhi wants to turn into immortals, need to shed the shell, the Tao is not visible, to the eye, then the body of the Tao, inconceivable, to the gods, then the deification of the Tao, can not be said, the world is ignorant, do not know to exist, ridicule is false. If the virtuous brother wants to know where his uncle goes, he can go to my house, but he needs to know that the closer the Tao is to God, the more people are like God, but I am not God, do not forget my heart, I am the Tao, and the Tao is not me, if not, then I will eventually be the remnant of God, and we need to be cautious, God's grace is not a blessing, and it is a monstrous disaster. May my brother encourage, preach and ascend, and my brother will not write. ”

When he finished writing, the surrounding walls were covered with a layer of dark cyan stains, and the mottled marks were twisted like wriggling worms, crawling forward, and at this moment the whole room seemed to become distorted, upside down, left and right, cracks intertwined and emerged in the air, and the piece where Xi Xuanming was seemed to have been peeled off, everything was distorted, only the piece he was in was motionless.

In the shattered and twisted air, a layer of deep, huge, and vast shadows spread, a twisted, chaotic, chaotic, and hollow big eye formed in the air, countless shadow tentacles floated in the giant eye, and illusory and distorted figures loomed around the giant eye.

When the giant eye appeared, everything that was already distorted seemed to become more and more distorted, and the void seemed to be unable to bear it, and it began to distort, and the slime formed by the indescribable shadows hung down in the void one by one, of course, it was not a liquid in the sense.

Ji Xuanming looked at the giant eyes, there was not the slightest fear in his eyes, but showed a mocking smile, he waved the scroll in his right hand, "The immortals are not visible, because the immortals are extraordinary, so there is terror, great terror, supreme terror, so I don't know when I see God, I say that the heavens are demons and demons, but I can't think about it, so Master Sanzang and his disciples enter the spiritual mountain, shed the mortal womb, and finally know what the fairy god is. I didn't expect that my Xuan Ming would be able to attract the gods to the earth, this ancient book, is it so important. As he spoke, Ji Xuanming opened the scroll.

At this moment, the scroll exudes an inexplicable light, a combination of words, infinite knowledge reserves, countless mysteries flickering, countless shadows waving, countless murmuring...... Ji Xuanming's head began to be steaming like a furnace, cracks covered the entire head, like porcelain full of cracks, as long as it was touched lightly, it would explode, the scroll began to unfold automatically, the shadow slime and tentacles in the void were absorbed by the scroll, and the person let out a terrifying roar, the skin began to fall off, the person began to gradually turn into a shadow, the blood was scattered, the bones were softening, and finally, the whole person turned into an indescribable phantom, shrouding the scroll.

The giant eye just looked at all this, without the slightest movement, after the giant eye completely turned into a shadow, the eyes of the giant eye emerged infinite shadows, countless shadow tentacles spread around, the original verdant forest around began to decay and wither, everything that was originally alive, the next second turned into nothingness, under the forest, a shadow mottled ancient palace slowly emerged, the palace gate slowly opened, and the shadow of the Xuan Ming wrapped the scroll into the palace. Then, the giant eye and the palace dissipated out of thin air, leaving no trace.

An old piece of stationery was on the ground, and the next second, the letterhead dissipated in place......

"If I heard it, for a while, the Buddha was in the tree of the country and the Bodhisattvas, and ...... with the Bodhisattvas" Yin Yuan's ears sounded the voice of the scriptures, the voice was full of Tao and reason, it seems that if there is really a Buddha in the world, it must also be chanting like this. But Yin Yuan felt that something was wrong, wasn't I hit by a car, and I should be in the hospital, but, this chanting, do they think I'm dead, don't, I think I can still be rescued, Yin Yuan wanted to move, but found that he couldn't control his body.