Yiqing Pond is turbulent, gradually rising into the air, every drop of water, there is a hidden Buddhist classics, these classics are constantly rotating and changing, even in their own non-stop adjustment, as if in the dark, there is a great existence in the constant modification, Zhang Mo witnessed these Buddhist scriptures, from rough to surprising process, that thousands of Buddhist classics little by little perfect, is a very spectacular and shocking scene, if this scene let the Western Desert Buddhists see, they will be excited to be unable to hold themselves, it will be a lifetime of infinite use of precious wealth。

It's a pity that this kind of precious wealth in the eyes of Buddhists, in Zhang Mo's eyes, is a flood of beasts, things that are avoided and feared, before just reading a Buddhist disciple carrying, copying the classics himself, has already had a serious impact on Zhang Mo's thoughts and spirit, if it is not for the role of the prison gods, evolved their own Buddhism true meaning, out of the influence of Buddhist scriptures, now I am afraid that it has become a loyal fan of Buddhism, has silently lost its own independent thoughts!

The Buddhist scriptures he sees now are thousands of times more exquisite than those copied by the Buddhist disciples themselves, and the number is not comparable to that of the Buddhist disciples.

Zhang Mo's own true meaning of Buddhism, of course, is not affected by the existing Buddhism, can maintain his independence, but after all, the foundation is shallow, under the strong impact of the subtlety and mystery of Buddhism, it has been crumbling, and there is a risk of being swallowed up at any time.

"So insidious, so domineering. Although Zhang Mo's spirit was precarious, he did not panic in the slightest, looking at the changing water droplets on the Yiqing Stone, he whispered to himself: "No one is allowed to have different ideas, this kind of domineering and secretive is even more inappropriate for people to detect, very clever!"

The droplets of water are becoming more and more rounded, as if each droplet contains an independent world, and those Buddhist texts gradually possess spirituality, as if they are living in the whole text, detached from each other, and communicate with each other, as if they are interpreting a different kind of life.

In these performances, grievances and hatreds, love and hatred are staged, and each life seems to be an alternative portrayal of the observer, making it easy for people to immerse themselves in it, as if the jumping lives have become themselves, and a taste of a thousand turns should be in the heart.

"It's so clever and magical. Zhang Mo's spirit was naturally inevitably attracted, but he always maintained his own clarity, watching the different worlds interpreted by the Buddhist texts, and in an instant he understood the meaning of the words, and couldn't help but sigh: "The inheritance of Buddhism is really incredible, it can be inherited in this way, as long as you use this kind of text, you have talent, If you have understanding, where can you escape the attraction of the mysteries of Buddhism, you will definitely become a pious Buddhist monk, no wonder the Western Desert is so strong, there is no omission of genius, there is no heavenly reason if it is not strong!"

Just when Zhang Mo understood the mysteries of these Buddhist texts, his own true meaning of Buddhism had quietly dissipated, but those incomparably subtle Buddhist mysteries did not erode Zhang Mo's spirit, but kept wandering outside his divine consciousness: I don't know when the Prison Suppression Divine Text has quietly appeared, completely wrapping Zhang Mo's divine sense!

No matter how it penetrates, there is no way to infiltrate the Buddhist text, suddenly became violent, the world in the water droplets exploded, and under the illusion of Yiqing Pond, it was like a movie, releasing scenes of images.

It was a vast land, it seemed that there was a heavy smell swirling on the land, the sky was gloomy, and the four fields were silent and silent, even if there was a crowd of people with black pressure sitting on the earth, there was no sound at all, but everyone's eyes revealed a frenzy and persistence, looking at a person in the center of the crowd fixedly.

This person is tall and has a simple face, and at first glance it seems to have no characteristics, but if you look closely, it seems that this person is the avenue between heaven and earth, especially those eyes, which seem to contain the birth and death of countless universes, where the stories of different worlds are quietly interpreted!

This person sat on the stone platform, quietly telling something, a mysterious fluctuation swept in all directions on his body, this fluctuation is stronger and more subtle than his divine consciousness, as noble and majestic as a god, each fluctuation contains a huge amount of information, even if he is just watching this effect, Zhang Mo feels that his divine consciousness is a little unbearable.

But if you want to say that you have realized something, you don't have it at all, as if you are having a spring and autumn dream, you know what the other party said, but you can't write it down in your heart at all.

But those messages were desperately drilling into his heart, Zhang Mo only felt that these information seemed to contain the truth of cultivation, if he could really accept it, I am afraid that his cultivation would be a smooth road from now on, and there would be no obstacles, so he couldn't help but want to accept it.

A Hell God Text suddenly exploded at this time, it was obviously a very simple Hell God Text, but after the explosion, thousands of words were changed, each text was a horizontal and vertical square word, which looked very exciting!

At the same time as the appearance of this square word, it was like a fairy flying in the air, a grand, inclusive, broad, and heavy flavor emanated from these words, and this fluctuation was even clearer and stronger than that Buddhist text, and the figure on the stone platform was shattered in an instant, and Zhang Mo was also withdrawn from that strange spiritual realm.

"It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous!" Zhang Mo broke out in a cold sweat in an instant, and said to himself in fear: "I almost fell into the way, what kind of person is this, it is so powerful, it is just a figure, it is so powerful, if it weren't for the Prison Suppression Divine Wen, I would almost have to take refuge, it's really terrifying!"

At the moment before the figure disappeared, Zhang Mo clearly felt that a faint fluctuation emanated in the illusory figure, at that moment, as if he was frozen, the whole person couldn't move, a faint gaze probed from a distant and unknown depth, and his body was seen through in an instant, if it weren't for the fact that the soul had entered the innate and reacted in an instant to cover it up like a dream, he thought that his soul would also be seen through.

However, Zhang Mo clearly felt that this cover-up made the other party more interested, but just when he wanted to investigate further, the Prison God Wen suddenly shook violently, shattering this concerned gaze, and Zhang Mo's body regained its freedom at that moment!