readx;?“ What do you mean ......" The first time he heard the old man take the initiative to talk to him, Luo He couldn't help but be a little surprised, such a thing was almost equivalent to invading his consciousness, how could it be?

"The breath, I can smell it, I can feel it, it can't be wrong, it's their breath ......"

As he spoke, the old man stretched out his wrinkled old arm, and Luo He looked around, even under the faint candlelight that could be extinguished at any time, he could see a flickering red light, bloody, weird, weird, and full of murderous atmosphere. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The strange and familiar feeling stimulated Luo He's senses and nerves bit by bit, and he definitely couldn't forget this feeling. It's like facing the separation of the blood-colored world again, obviously it seems to be in front of you, obviously so similar, but there are differences in the details.

This kind of red light is obviously not the work of true qi. Luo He has also seen a lot of the true qi color and display effect of various sects, but he has never seen such a strange appearance.

The old man withdrew his arm, and the red light gradually suppressed and faded away. This was followed by a painful cough from the old man.

"Tell me, young man, have you ever entered a world full of killing, full of blood?"

"There, there is almost no humanity, and there is, just survival?"

Shocked, shocking Luo He's consciousness. All along, he had only seen two people in the Scarlet World he knew. One is the Blood Legend Blood Skull, while the other is the martial arts myth Nangong Wen. As for the others, even if they were as high as the Demon Sect Master, Grand Duke, Cun, etc., they had never seen it, and they couldn't even sense their breath.

The purpose of his trip this time was to go to the center of Taiyuan Lake Sword Island and ask Nangong about everything. It's just that I met a cadre of the Theravada Buddhist Temple halfway through, and all kinds of things happened later. I can't think of any mistakes, what he wants to know, here, maybe he can also get the answer.

"That's right, you...... What kind of place is that? Why do you enter such a world every night, when I am ready to fall asleep, since I started practicing?

"What??!" The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly opened, glowing with a strong light. His hands grabbed Luo He's shoulders, so that he almost didn't even have the ability to resist.

"Every day...... Every day! you ...... Young man, how the hell did you persevere?"

The old man's shock was not inferior to Luohe in the slightest. He knew absolutely what was wrong with that bloody world. Desperately, struggling, just to be able to survive. Every death is an absolutely real experience. The pain of being dismembered and being Ling Chi, watching his body being eaten away and being decomposed piece by piece, only those who have experienced it can truly understand what it means to be truly alive and dead.

"Sit quietly, young man, and listen to me tell you a story. ”

"Many years ago, there was an orphan who grew up in a dilapidated orphanage. When the age comes, all the orphans have to go their separate ways. At that time, the orphan's qualifications may not have been too outstanding, so that many mountain gates abandoned him, because he might not be able to do even the most basic intersection of qi and feelings. ”

Until one day, the orphan was starving and cold, and he was desperate for hunger, and an old monk brought him back to the temple. From that day on, the orphan became a small novice in the temple. Chopping wood, lighting fires, carrying water, sweeping the floor, all the most basic tasks are taken care of by the novices. Finally, Xiao Shami's diligence was seen by the abbot of that term, and the abbot gave Xiao Shami an exceptional book of scriptures for cultivating internal strength. At this point, the nightmare finally arrived. ”

"From the day I started to practice internal strength, almost every month, there would be one day when I entered that terrible world in my dreams. It's a blood-stained killing world. In the beginning, all the little novice had was to keep dying, and to keep being killed. Xiao Shami is young, and naturally he also longs to make a living. He worked hard to cultivate his internal skills, and usually saw all the scenes of his senior brothers practicing martial arts in his eyes, and secretly twitched by himself. When I was not idle, I began to study the Dharma. ”

Gradually, the little novice has become an old novice. You have never been out before, and you have contributed little except chopping wood, lighting fires, carrying water, and sweeping the floor. Even the abbot has long exceeded the deadline for his attention to the old novice, and he has almost forgotten the existence of the old novice. Because the old novice's qualifications were already very old, the new abbot handed over some of the things that the forbidden place was cleaned to the old novice, and the old novice was able to secretly read the classics in it when he was cleaning the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Whether it's martial arts, internal strength, or Buddhism, it's all available. ”

"No one has ever thought that the old novice knows any great martial arts, how can a novice who has only practiced the most superficial internal skills, and has not even been awarded a set of fist and foot skills, be a powerful character? But in the blood-colored world, the old novice has spent countless years year after year. From being killed, tortured, and abused at the beginning, to having a foothold, the little novice has begun to grow old. ”

"As a monk, novices should not kill people. In the blood-colored world, in order to survive, in order to save his life, he killed all the way from a small novice to an old novice. During the day, he studied the Dharma intensively, hoping to dissolve the murderous and hostile aura in his body through the Dharma. ”

"Maybe it's because the old novice killed too many creatures in the blood-colored world, and finally attracted a terrible existence. The name of that being, called Fire, was a Blood Demon King. Lao Shami had never seen such a terrible monster as Fire, which was countless times more terrifying than the monsters he had killed for decades, and the murderous aura on Huo's body had never been seen in his life. In order to protect himself, the old novice fought with the fire to the death, and finally, with the restraint of the murderous spirit of Buddhism, the old novice barely got half a step higher, and committed the murder again, smashing the fire to pieces. ”

The fire disappeared before the eyes of the old novice. But before he died, Huo said, 'The world is one, and we will return.'" You can't escape, from today onwards, we will also be one. The old novice was puzzled, but he didn't take it to heart. It wasn't until he came out of that world and began to wake up that he understood the meaning of fire. The terrifying and huge murderous aura has completely attached itself to the old novice's body, and even if he recites the Dharma day and night, he can only barely suppress it, but cannot completely dissolve the anger in it. ”

"Old Shami was afraid that one day he would lose control of himself and make a big mistake, so he told the abbot everything. Although the abbot was well-informed, he only knew a little about it, and could only place the old novice in a forbidden place. Because the old novice can feel that the day when the murderous aura completely counterattacks, it is likely to be the day when the fire is reborn in this world. ”

Since then, the old novice has been sitting quietly in the forbidden place, chanting sutras and reciting Buddha all day long, just to be able to dissolve the evil qi in the body bit by bit. Since that day, the old novice has been meditating in the forbidden place, and has already spent dozens of cold and summer ......" (to be continued. )

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