It turns out that Xiangyang is no longer on earth.

No, to be more precise, Xiangyang is no longer in the original universe.

This world is called the Demon Suppression Realm.

A hundred years ago, there was a great war of Buddhism and Taoism that affected the entire demon suppression world, and the two holy places of Buddhism, dozens of large and small sects, and the three sects of Taoism, one sect, and hundreds of sects were inseparable.

Seeing that the Taoist sect is about to win, it will completely wipe out Buddhism.

The Demon Gate, which had disappeared in the Demon Suppression Realm, suddenly appeared and stabbed Daomen in the back. The Daomen was defeated because of this, and in the end, even the four holy places of the three sects and the four major holy places of the Daomen were breached, and only a few cats and dogs escaped.

Buddhism flourished in the entire demon suppression world, and the people in the Daomen became the water dogs that everyone shouted and beaten.

Under this general trend, the Taoists had to hide in the deep mountains and old forests, and in this way, they were swept away by the Buddhists from time to time.

Once you can't keep your heart and choose to take refuge, then your three souls and seven spirits will be infected by the power of the Buddha, and it will be impossible to turn back, unless you have a Yang God-level power.

But is it possible?

In the entire Demon Suppression Realm, not to mention the power of the Yang God who has comprehended his own avenue, even the Jindan Grandmaster is not common!

And the guy who was taken away by Xiangyang was because he stood up and did not give in, which led to the collapse of his soul and cheapened Xiangyang.

", can you not be so pitiful?" Knowing his situation, Xiang Yang's good mood just now disappeared without a trace in an instant.

According to the remaining memories in his mind, the Taoist priests who were caught by Buddhism almost never left alive.

Not refuge.

It's missing.

Sure enough, there is no white pie in the sky, and there are bricks.

Just as Xiang Yang was thinking hard about how to get out of the predicament, the falling golden light disappeared, and the pain disappeared with it.

Xiang Yang found out that the monks no longer chanted the scriptures.

The Taoists who had taken refuge walked down the crossing platform in turn.

A young man of about sixteen years old stopped beside Xiang Yang and said in a low voice: "Li Ze, I advise you to take refuge as soon as possible, the three refuge ceremonies are not so easy to survive." Even if you've survived the second time now, you won't be able to resist the third refuge ritual anyway, don't lose your life like a few of them. ”

It was the handsome young man who was the first to take refuge just now, and he was the same as Xiang Yang's predecessor, named Zhao Xingqiang.

Xiang Yang ignored Zhao Xingqiang, but turned his head to look to the left.

A young woman was lying quietly on the ground, her delicate face purple and blue, and she had long since lost her breath.

But he didn't survive, and his soul collapsed.

A little novice walked up to the platform and dragged the young woman's body out of the platform.

"Hmph!" was ignored by Xiang Yang, a trace of resentment flashed in Zhao Xingqiang's eyes, and he walked off the ferry platform stupidly.

In the blink of an eye, except for the Taoists who took refuge in Buddhism and their souls were scattered, there were only three people left on the entire crossing platform, an old man, a cold young man, and one was Xiang Yang.

All three of them were weak and abnormally weak.

When their eyes met, the three of them smiled indifferently, and a sense of sympathy arose.

......

The base of the crossing table.

The white-eyed monk headed by the abbot of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, looked at the corpses being dragged away, and said with a compassionate face: "Amitabha, it's a pity that these donors, why can't they repent in time, take refuge in my Buddha, and lose their lives in vain." Good and good, I hope they will not go astray in the next life. ”

"Senior Brother Chenkong is soft-hearted, if you don't believe in my Buddha, you are a demon, and you should die. The first one said disdainfully.

"Amitabha!" Dusty shook his head, not opening his mouth to defend himself.

Chenzhi, the monk in charge of the torture hall, hurriedly pointed to the crossing platform, and changed the topic: "Abbot, the first seat, you see, this time there are actually three people who survived the second crossing, do you guess they can survive the last crossing?"

Duhua Taiduhua has always been one person three times, and there are only three possibilities to terminate Duhua.

The first is taking refuge in Buddhism.

The second type of death.

The third kind has been carried through three crossings.

Needless to say, the first and second types are no less likely to appear than the Dharma Realm cultivators who sense their souls and achieve night tours. There are often a thousand Taoist people who cross, and it would be good to have one of them carry it, which is enough to show that it is rare.

Dusty said expressionlessly: "I hope there is one! This exchange to the Huanxi Sect is enough to exchange for a spiritual weapon, which can be regarded as waste utilization, and it is not in vain to waste the food of our temple for so long." ”

Obviously, Dusty didn't have much hope that the three of Xiang Yang would be able to carry through the third crossing.

At this time, the prison keeper in charge of the treasury said with pity: "Those who can resist the three crossings must have extremely tenacious hearts, but they are all good seedlings of cultivation! ”

"So what?" Dust pursed his lips and said nonchalantly: "If you don't accept refuge, you won't be used by my Buddhism, that is, the enemy of my Buddhism, what does life and death have to do with us?"

"Hey!" Chen Jing sighed and closed her eyes.

Chenkong glanced at the crossing platform and said, "Amitabha, the Taoist on the crossing platform has also been completed, let's continue to start the crossing!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Dust. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"If I hear it, for a while, Buddha, in the country of Shewei, only the tree to the lonely garden ......" With the answer, a magnificent, low chanting sound followed the sound, and one by one faint or thick golden points of light flew out from the top of these monks' heads, one by one gathered into the 'swastika' above the high platform.

The 'swastika', which had already been still, began to slowly rotate again as the golden light points continued to converge, and the golden light sprinkled down one after another.

......

On the stage.

The table, which originally seemed a little empty, was crowded with new Taoists one after another.

This time there are not as many as just now, and there are only about eighty Taoists.

As the golden light fell, the screams rang out again.

This time, Xiang Yang didn't scream, just bit his lip and endured it.

Half-lying on the ground, Xiang Yang secretly observed the situation around him.

These newcomers soon some of them couldn't stand the pain and took refuge.

Even if they could bear it, they were screaming and their faces were distorted.

There are only two people who are the most calm, and they are the old man and young man who have carried the second crossing with Xiang Yang.

Of course, as time went on, the pain intensified, and the two could no longer remain calm.

It's the same with Xiangyang.

"Ahh

The damn pain is obviously incremental, the second crossing is higher than the first, and the third crossing is higher than the second, which is why very few people can carry the third crossing.

At this time, the swastika in the sky above the crossing platform suddenly accelerated the speed of rotation.

The overwhelming golden light sprinkled down, and the crossing platform was instantly annihilated.

"Ahh

A warm sense of clarity reappeared.

The soul that was split by the sun quickly reunited as before, and once again condensed a lot.

The golden light of the Dao was gone, the sound of chanting was gone, and the pain was gone.

Xiang Yang knew that he carried it.

But the old man did not carry it, and fell to the ground.

The round eyes widened, and Xiang Yang understood the meaning in the old man's eyes, which was the yearning for seeking the truth.

Unwilling, unyielding, unrepentant!

I only hate the avenue that I haven't won.

His heart trembled, and Xiang Yang seemed to have an understanding, but he didn't know what it was.

But one thing Xiang Yang is sure of is that he wants to cultivate.

Among them, there are not only the remnants of the predecessor, but also Xiang Yang's yearning for the picture in the book of Hetuluo, catching the stars and the moon, and living with heaven and earth, what a leisure, who can not envy?