He exhaled, "Ring!" The voice sounded like the echo of metal friction, but with the power of a river and a sea.

The sound of a word shook a house not far in front of him into smoke and dust.

An old man was sucking the red oil noodles in a bowl with his torn cloth shoes, and he felt as if the wind had lifted his gray hair.

He looked up, and the 12 houses a few steps in front of the bunk collapsed.

......

The red-clothed monk directly pressed the ancient well a few feet lower, and the bluestone pavement around it could not bear such a heavy load, and several huge turtle mouths bloomed in the tremor.

Something was surging at the bottom of the well, with a foul wind that wanted to protrude from the well.

The red-robed monk jumped onto the edge of the well, staring down at the endless darkness below.

He said, "Extinguish!"

After this word, the monk's body was full of clear brilliance, and the big red sea was tumbling and dancing behind him, just giving birth to a red lotus to bring people the momentum of a brilliant sea of flowers.

I don't know if the mountain of red lotus is too heavy, and the edge of the well under his feet began to crackle.

With a look of regret, he stood his left hand on his chest and made a ritual towards the bottom of the well.

A gust of wind tingling with the smell of metal and rock gushed out from the bottom of the well and slammed directly into his front door.

Something was chasing the wind from the bottom of the well and scrambling to climb up. As they stamped wildly in a group, the walls of the well were stretched open at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The monk holding the Zen staff still looked happy and compassionate, and the four iron rings hanging between the sticks made a trembling Buddha sound.

......

Not far from the wellhead, a group of officers and soldiers of the Xiuzi battalion on duty here held the stone in their hands and were stunned in place, at a loss. With a tumbling of the ground beneath their feet, they could no longer stand up straight, threw down the stones, and slumped down one by one.

......

At the bottom of the swarthy well, countless snake-headed monsters trampled on each other, galloping, with a sense of fanaticism, they poked their heads out and finally smelled the first breath of fresh air in this world.

The monk's staff is raised high and falls.

The screams of pain rang out!

He pressed back all the monsters that had filled the ancient well.

Then the monk, with trembling lips, uttered the third word of his life with endless joy.

He sang, "Raw!"

The word is full of peace and hope.

Then he bit off his tongue and let the golden blood spill over his mouth.

He opened his mouth again, and with a look of longing, he spit out the fleshy tongue at the withered and dried sycamore tree trunk behind him.

Golden blood soaked down the branches of the sycamore tree into the dead wood, igniting a nameless karmic fire for it in the light of day. Soon, in a hurry, the withered trunk began to grow the first green shoots of this nail in the firelight.

The monk looked at the sycamore buds with a loving face, and without looking back, he lowered the Zen staff in his hand into the well behind him.

Once again, the countless monsters that filled the mouth of the well were crushed into pulp with flying green blood.

The buds on the ancient sycamore are nurtured and grown in the karmic fire, as if this is a new world that can be free from the iron laws of birth, aging, sickness and death of all things around it.

It will be completely dead and reborn. ！

......

The surrounding Qubai residents poked their heads out of their homes curiously and looked at the ancient well where the explosion sounded.

For some reason, today, next to the ancient well and the sycamore, there is mist.

Through the white mist, everyone was surprised to find that the space next to the well had been turned upside down, with a bluestone floor hanging in the sky, and a cold wind blowing under its feet.

The people on the outside can't see clearly, and the people inside can't get out.

In the middle of the world, several soldiers of the Xiuzi battalion desperately tried to break through the clouds and mist beside them that seemed to be substantial and escaped, but they were always bounced back by an invisible coercion.

The monk was a little displeased, and his throat trembled, so several soldiers of the Xiuzi battalion burned in his heaven and earth.

"Smack!" as if something was about to burst out of the cocoon.

The monk turned his head, quickly brushed aside the disgust from his face, and stared at the young shoots on the trunk of the sycamore tree with a motherly smile that was about to burst through the bones.

After one hundred and thirty-two years of closed-mouth meditation, he felt that he was closer to the truth than ever before.

......

And there was a jar of wine that smashed open the heavens and the earth, and rolled in.

"It stinks!" said an old man, reaching in and grabbing the jar.

The red-clothed monk burned his eyes, but when he saw the peach branch on the old man's waist, he hid the anger between his eyebrows.

He carefully took off the Red Sea Qing and put it on the tender green girl who was about to be reborn in the karmic fire.

The old man sighed and said, "Sannian, do you know who you are?"

Sannian didn't pay attention to it, grabbed the Zen staff with both hands, put his feet on the ground, and ran step by step, the bluestone floor tiles behind him exploded one by one with his steps.

He was obviously just running, but it was so thick that it seemed to have the momentum of mountains and rivers!

The old man carried the wine jar behind his back with one hand, and took the mahogany branch from his waist with the other.

He said, "You are no match for me. ”

So the thousands of mountains and rivers that Sannian turned into, one step in front of him, were dotted on the forehead by a peach tree branch, and he couldn't enter an inch. His teeth chattered violently, his body flushed, and his feet were in vain trying to make one pit after another on the bluestone floor.

"Retreat. The old man groaned softly, and the peach blossom branch in his hand stepped forward.

In the dust, there was a crisp sound on the ground.

Sannian flew out more than ten zhang away and slammed into the boundary of his own heaven and earth.

He stood up and knocked on a mouthful of blood, and on the bluestone ground, a deep chasm was plowed out by the peach blossom branch between himself and the old man.

Sannian looked at the sky with compassion, and the Dharma Xiang solemnly moved the Buddha name in his heart.

Then he stood on the ground, turned into four petals along the center of his eyebrows, and opened into a terrifying red lotus!

After the old man took a sip of wine, he walked towards the three thoughts. He bent his feet and kicked the red lotus that Sannian had turned into into into the ancient well, causing the snake-faced monsters to rush up again at the bottom of the well.

As if it was some kind of delicacy in the world, they were crazy to bite the red lotus and flesh in their mouths,

Golden blood dripped......

A burning scorching smell wafted from the bottom of the well, and the old man pinched his nose to open the big red sea, and reached out to tear off the green shoots that would be reborn in a few moments.

He poked his nose out and sniffed hard. It was supposed to be a moving fragrance that symbolized life, but he felt that it stinked!

So he tore off the flower with his hand and crushed it, and threw it into the well behind him.

After the monk went, the heaven and earth at the mouth of the well began to fall apart, and the old man could already see through the countless small holes the Qubai residents who were looking at them with a puzzled face.

He took one last look at the ancient well, and his expression was a little lonely.

"Fly the light, persuade you to drink another glass of spirits. I don't see the blue sky thousands of highs, and I don't know the loess tens of thousands deep. ”

"Yesterday, I heard that you were going to kill the god king, I don't know where it is?

"Now sigh that the ancients have gone to the west, have you ever been satisfied?

"Sick and sick, go to Huangtai to recruit the old people, and take the banner to kill Yama!"

"Go, go, Er Cao's body and name will be destroyed, and the rivers will not be wasted!"

The old man sighed.

Seeing more and more monsters coming up at the bottom of the well, he had no choice but to sing another promise.

"It's too empty, who should I talk to after all these years?",

......

All he answered was the crackling sound and the screams of monsters.

The old man shook his head, withdrew the peach tree branch back to his waist, and stepped on the north wind, disappearing between heaven and earth.