The tomb mountain that occupies the entire space gives people an incomparable sense of oppression, this is a kind of potential, there is no grass on the tomb mountain, and the gray tomb soil is clean, even if he lies down, no living beings are allowed on him, this is a kind of meaning. There is a tombstone in front of the grave, the whole body is pitch black, there is no trace of words and patterns, such as a sword piercing the sky, the simplicity of the tomb is beyond my imagination, there is no spiritual way, there is no Zhong Weng, there is no tomb protection beast, there is no altar, it seems to disdain those things, no one can comment on his life, no one dares to judge, life! He is the sky, death! He is the earth, the tomb is his arrogance, worthy of it, the king of yin!

Came to the tombstone to stand solemnly, deeply bowed three times, no fear, only respect, the dead are great, the strong are respected, disturbing the tranquility, deeply indebted. Circling around the tomb mountain, like a mortal walking forward step by step, although there is no mana to suppress it, but the majesty of the tomb mountain is like a warning to all beings, who dares to be disrespectful!

The space is monotonous and boring, only the air of dead silence, there is no clue in the space passage I want to find, a month has passed, I have circled around the grave mountain three times, I have found nothing, I sit in front of the tombstone and think, and go back? No, it's also afraid that I will trouble it again, there must be a space channel, but the opportunity has not arrived, yes, the ancestor of the Yin King Sect can't come in if he wants to, why am I in a hurry to go out, danger is also a chance, death is also a place of life, the road is on the road, let me come here, why don't you stop and take a look at the wind realm.

Cut off a small section of building wood branches from the Tianmu Wood Domain, picked two more peach leaves, and used mana to build a small wooden house in front of the tomb, Yin King, since there is a fate in this life, I will accompany you for a while, the tomb mountain seems to have acquiesced to my approach, and even the coercion has been reduced by one point. It's really not nonsense, he plays with the grave, I also play with the grave, and now I find that I played in vain in the past, compared with his old man's grave, it's just a toy, it's not lifeless, it's dead, it's in vain, it's not so much burying people, it's better to press people.

Feeling the power and potential of the tomb mountain, the spiritual power operation trick is played, the mountain tomb and the gas tomb emerge all around, the surging bowl is sacrificed to the air, the yellow spring water and blood water inside are poured on the tomb like a waterfall, the mountain tomb collapses and reorganizes, the wind and clouds in the air tomb surge, the five-colored light flashes, and the spirit crystals piled up around instantly turn into ashes. Returning to the creation, hiding the cultivation of the chemical matter, hiding the heavy door, the graves are scattered, the left mountain tomb with both palms, the right qi tomb is revealed, the yin death and blood are very strong, the tomb seems to have a little induction, there is a layer of faint gray light flowing on it, the tomb is powerful and powerful, but what is worse than the tomb mountain?

It has become a habit to circle around the tomb mountain, what is a grave? In my eyes, it is a tomb, in the heart of the Yin King, it is a tomb, death is home, the grave is dead, the family is alive, and the thought of life and death, the tomb must be intentional! A figure sitting on the bank of the Lechuan River and at the head of the bridge seems to have become a statue.

The dark river is as calm as if it is not flowing, "Do you really want to see it?" Qiao Ling sighed lightly, "I can't see through you will **", I said lightly: "**Just**, it doesn't matter", gray light flashed under the bridge, and scenes of images flowed under the bridge: life and death, happiness and enmity, lingering scarlet side, the emperor who responded to a hundred calls, the venerable who changed color in a moving storm, the demon who stood in the sea of corpses and blood and roared in the sky, and the big demon who crisscrossed the world - the protagonist of each scene is me, I have been reincarnated thousands of times, and I have seen all the past and present lives.

Among the thousands of reincarnations, there are those who are lucky to be born in the rich and noble family of the emperor, and there are those who are orphaned when they are born. The general with white hair on the sideburns, the monk who is close to life, the joy of flowers and candles in the cave room, the joy of spreading branches and leaves, the mortal who can't move while lying on the bed, the cry of crying out for the sky and grabbing the earth, the sadness of the corpse in the wilderness, the unwillingness at the moment of being killed, the wife is separated, the country is broken and the family is forgotten, the sect is destroyed, the wisp of the test is not a brother, the apprenticeship is rejected, the catastrophe fails - birth, old age, sickness, death, love and parting, unwanted, resentful, for mortal times, for immortals, for demons, for Buddhas, the five aggregates gather suffering.

Gradually, I couldn't tell which one was me, and what life was in this life, and a gray statue was added to the bridge, and the tomb of the Yin King was restored to the dead silence of ten thousand years, and after a sigh, it seemed to be eternal.

One day, a soft sound broke the silence of the past, the statue at the head of the bridge showed cracks, like a cocoon broken, I stood up, brushed my clothes, turned around and walked towards the grave mountain, "Why?" The voice of the bridge spirit remembered behind him, "From no detachment, where is the **, every life is this life, I, live this life well, the five aggregates are not bitter!", the bridge sounded, the tomb mountain shook.

Who is whose past life, who is whose next life, every life is bitter, every life is not bitter, where is the detachment? Where is the **? In the Lechuan River, I inadvertently glimpsed a trace of heaven, the same life, has appeared twice, the river is circulating, such as a spherical continuous circulation, the past life, this life, and the next life are only relative, and the place where you just stand is this life, which is the so-called reincarnation.

The Tao gives birth to one, one life to two, two to three, and three to all things, and all things really want to peep at the three lives, but I don't know that there are many layers on the three, that is, outside the Dao? Is there a higher level of the Tao? Mortals see the monk as an immortal, and worship it, and the monk looks at the great power, admires it, and sees the Tao with great power, and is excited, the level is different, and the mood is the same, but people abandon me to take, and I abandon others to take, which is also a kind of reincarnation.

There is no deliberate practice, only quiet perception, there is no sunrise and sunset in the space, only the shade of gray changes, there is no fighting, there is no joy, anger and sorrow, there is only one word: quiet! Life stands still, time stops, and eternity remains the same. Two tiny tombs were conjured up next to the tombstones, and the bloody and silent breath on them were all converged, quietly facing the tomb mountain, looking at each other's unspoken artistic conception, the gray gas on the tomb mountain poured into the small tomb, and the tomb was like a child.

The cabin slowly collapsed, even the wooden branches turned into dust, the body has become a grave, the bloodline, the dantian, the sea of knowledge, the golden pill, the heavenly eye are all still, there is no death and no life, if you want to be eternal, suddenly the static pole moves, the heavenly eye is shrinking, collapsing inward, the five domains are compressing, the small black dot in the middle is becoming more and more clear, as if it is pregnant with something? The blood is boiling, the waves of the sea of knowledge are surging and washing the Jindan, a suction force of the Tianmu is coming, and the Jindan is sucked in.

What kind of place is this, there is no sky, no earth, no light, chaotic, when I was confused, a lightning scattered the world, and then countless lightning appeared, such as the destruction of the world and the creation of the world, and finally the lightning became a net, and Jin Dan was split and bounced everywhere on the net, almost bursting. I don't know when the wind began to blow, as if it was going to blow open the world, there was water vapor in the wind, and the golden pill full of cracks was nourished. After a few breaths, it ended again, as if there were too many things missing, and there was not enough stamina.

Open your eyes, there is a shadow of heaven in your left eye, look at the tomb mountain, the tombstone emits a puff of black smoke, straight to the sky, incense burns!