King Ming.

The appearance of the Buddha's wrath is called dharani.

If the Buddha comes to enlighten the sentient beings who are difficult to reconcile, and is the embodiment of anger, he will become the king of Ming. In this way, the origin of Dharaniism is also the same sect as Buddhism, which transcends confused sentient beings.

It's just that who can understand the evolution of thousands of years?

It was rainy.

The torrential rain that lasted for the first half of the night is finally showing signs of abating. The only thing that remained unchanged was the sound of killing around Qingming Mountain at this time. Grief, anger, and grief.

It's a gloom.

"The Buddha is based on compassion, so why is it the embodiment of anger?"

"Good. ”

Benkong stood on a bare rock somewhere, looking at the senior brothers, elder disciples and disciples of the same sect, who were bloody in that battlefield, and the robes on their bodies were no longer graceful. Between his eyebrows, a little unbearable gradually rose. The so-called great compassion and great aspiration of the Buddha are by no means like this in his opinion.

No!

The cold wind blows, making people feel the signs of winter.

At the beginning, Yun Mengze's immature little monk experienced the killing of Xiuzhen and the pain of losing his teacher, and now he is much more mature. Often, just like his master Fuxian, who had sacrificed his life to take righteousness and went to the Elysian world, he worked hard to realize the Tao and participate in Zen. However, he has never been able to understand the true meaning of Buddhism.

"Master, the disciple has a confusion in his heart, and he doesn't know if he can ask each other. ”

Benkong put his palms together and performed a Zen ceremony.

Beside him, Zen Master Liyin was also quietly watching the battlefield like this. It's just that, unlike Benkong, his face is like an ancient well, not angry, not sighing, not sad, and not even the slightest expression.

"Tell me. ”

"At the beginning, the master sacrificed his life to give, which became the great righteousness of my liberation. However, if the killing dispute is still going on today, all living beings are still in the midst of fire and water, and they cannot be liberated. What's the use of sacrificing one's body in this way?"

Benkong pursed his lips, as if remembering the grief in his heart, and said:

"What is the so-called righteousness?"

Hearing this, Liao Yin turned his head slightly and glanced at the most outstanding disciple in the Fanyin Temple today. But he understands that this disciple, following the last change of Yunmengze, has once again had a heart calamity.

At the same time, this is also his heart.

"The Buddha said: All living beings are Buddhas. Its people do not know and do not know, it is called the Buddha's heart. The great wish of my Buddha is to attract people's Buddha hearts, drive away evil and promote good, so as to become a vast and colorful world. But such a grand wish, the Buddha Bodhisattva has not been completed, Fuxian alone sacrificed his life, leading people to goodness, is the way to promote the Bodhisattva. ”

The voice said slowly, as if choked.

Fuxian is his first disciple, although his cultivation is not refined, but he is his most satisfied disciple. At the beginning of Yun Mengze's accident, he was not in the same mood as Benkong.

In this way, it is said to be righteous. ”

"However, the master is so far away, the disciple feels ......"

Listening to Master Yinzen's words, Benkong gritted his teeth, as if the doubts in his heart had not been resolved, paused, and continued, "The disciple thinks that the master can go ...... It's not worth it. ”

"What is worthwhile?"

Immediately, the voice asked rhetorically.

Silence in the air.

"My Buddha is merciful, and I am willing to sacrifice my life for all sentient beings, and I am also willing to become the face of the wrath of the Ming King, endure the unbearable heart, and remove the misfortune of all sentient beings. Whether it is worth it or not, it is not easy to see at a glance. ”

Tone continued, sighing.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, his eyebrows froze.

"If you do not want to commit the precept of killing, go and heal the wounded of the wounded. ”

Still said a word to Benkong in a calm tone, and suddenly the sound suddenly turned around and disappeared in place. Just now, he received a secret signal, from Fuximen, Jade Xuzi.

......

Tao Danqing chased after Qin Chuan and went to ...... I went to the back mountain. ”

In the forest before, Zhao Mingcheng reluctantly leaned under a tree with the help of Yu Xuzi. At this time, there was a heart-shattering crack on his chest, blood was flowing sideways, flesh and blood were blurred, and his breath was getting weaker and weaker.

It seems that he was defeated by Shaon's axe.

"Rest. ”

stopped the bleeding for Zhao Mingcheng, and Yu Xuzi finally stood up, his expression uncertain. Immediately, several Fuximen disciples hurriedly supported Zhao Mingcheng and brought him back to the mountain to heal his injuries.

"Amitabha. ”

On the other side, the Zen master said a Zen word.

The two glanced at each other, and they both looked towards the back mountain of Qingming Mountain. They didn't say what they were thinking in their hearts, but in the current situation, there was no doubt that they both had to rush over.

Otherwise, Qin Chuan and Tao Danqing will die!

It's just that just as they were about to leave, the two suddenly stopped at the same time.

Rain, dripping.

Ahead, I don't know when a woman in red appeared, her clothes fluttering, not touching the wind and rain. In his hand, there was a dark blue long sword, and the cold air was everywhere, and it actually condensed the raindrops into snowflakes.

Evil Sword, Frost!

"Your Excellency, but Mu Zihan's benefactor?"

Seeing this, the Zen master bowed down, performed a Buddha salute with one palm, and greeted him like this. And Yu Xuzi's face became more and more gloomy, and the fairy sword was really martial, and he didn't know when it appeared in his hand. Both of them were aware that Mu Zihan at this time was no less than their cultivation, and even more unfathomable.

There are no words.

The sound raised his head and stared.

Although he had never seen Mu Zihan, he could also detect that there was an extremely cold aura on this woman's body at this time. It's not like a demonic barrier that eats your heart, but it's not controlled by others.

A feeling of coldness he had never seen before.

Killing Intent.

Suddenly, Zen Master Liyin and Yu Xuzi glanced at each other. In an instant, I saw Yu Xuzi taking a leisurely trip, not entangled with Mu Zihan, but rushed towards the back mountain.

At the same time, the Zen bell rang, as if it came from the sky.

"Knock ......"

As soon as Mu Zihan turned around, he saw that before he was close at hand, a golden light suddenly appeared, as if a Buddha statue had loomed, smiling with joy, and the sound of Buddha in the sky was faint, dispelling the darkness of the night.

There is only light.

"Amitabha! Donor, turn back, you are a Buddha. ”

The sound clasped his palms together again, as if metaphorically speaking.

"Bell ......"

However, it was a cold sword roar that answered. Mu Zihan rolled her eyebrows and met Yin's kind gaze, and only a murderous intent flashed in her dark pupils.

"Boom ......"

In the sky, there was a thunderclap.

......

Back Mountain.

The rain poured down the mountain, and the sound of the water murmured. The drizzle shrouded in the night, between heaven and earth, hazy, as if nothing could be seen.

Deathly silence.

Suddenly, a white shadow floated in.

Shangguan Yao.

Almost at the same time, a Taoist in Tsing Yi also fell between the rocks here, and was slightly stunned because of the demonic aura that spread through the air. This person is none other than Yu Xuzi.

"Sneer......"

Suddenly, only a snort was heard, and the silence was broken.

Shangguan Yao's expression froze, and he didn't say anything, but because of the scene he saw at this moment, he fell into horror and surprise, and even a little fear from the depths of his heart.

The true element, which is dark in color, is dyed with the night, as if it is one.

I saw that between the chaotic stones, where the terrifying Demon Dao True Yuan came from, a layer of demonic and evil aura shrouded Qin Chuan's body. Qin Chuan's hand was covered with blood, his face was hideous and awe-inspiring, but under his feet, he was stepping on Tao Danqing's dying body.

Dragon's spine, straight into it.

"Sneer......"

The sword came out, and immediately blood splattered out from the heart.

His eyes were full of red, and a little blood splashed on Qin Chuan's cheeks, dyed with a plain white robe, and the pieces of red maple embroidered on it complemented each other. In the rain, it gradually became one.

“！”

The grandmaster of the dignified generation, Mr. Ruyuan Danqing, was ruined like this!

The person who started it was Qin Chuan!

“......”

Yu Xuzi's face sank, and he stared at Qin Chuan. The dark color that seemed to be about to be transparent, the most terrifying and evil true element aura in the world, those eyes, stained with blood.

Disillusionment!

It is rumored that there is a secret method for the cultivation of demons in the Demon Dao, which is called the Triple Sacrifice of King Ming.

The wrath of the Buddha is sacrificed to oneself, and there is no appearance and no self.

One sacrifice to refine blood, can kill the strong people in all directions, called the apocalypse; the second sacrifice to the spirit, can slaughter gods and demons, stand in an invincible position, said to be the same end; three sacrifices to burn the soul, destroy the way of heaven, destroy all living beings, said to be disillusioned.

Qin Chuan, did he actually cultivate to the third sacrifice?!

"Suffer death!"

Suddenly, Yu Xuzi was full of anger and shouted violently.

The confrontation between good and evil in the Central Plains lasted for thousands of years, and he had fought with the Dark Gate for nearly a hundred years, and his understanding of demons was much deeper than others. The heart demon is the most terrifying of them all, not to mention the sacrifice of King Ming's disillusionment at this time. Once, the only one who cultivated disillusionment, but the old monster who everyone talked about in the dark door changed color!

"Whirring ......"

A gust of wind blew and raindrops fell.

Qin Chuan slowly raised his head, and the dragon spine in his hand trembled slightly. However, it wasn't because he was about to confront the head of Fuxi, Jade Xuzi, or because of the backlash that the Sacrifice of Disillusionment brought to the soul.

But......

The white dress, fluttering in the wind, made it even more lonely.

Shangguan Yao was a little sluggish, her eyes were dull, as if she had seen the back in her memory that could never be erased again. It's just that this time, it's the opposite of her, and it's getting farther and farther away from her.

Farther and farther away.

"Qin Chuan at the beginning is already dead. ”

Qin Chuan choked up, and felt a colic pain in his heart inexplicably.

The bloodstained dragon's spine rose slightly, and the rain mixed with bright red, dripping down. Tao Dan Qingyuan God fled, but he lost his body, but he couldn't make the slightest threat.

The next one to deal with is Yu Xuzi.

"Tick!"

In my ears, there was a crisp sound.

Qin Chuan inexplicably remembered that he had ...... No, the scene in my memory, the blood-colored Luoyan Peak, the snow-like white clothes, and the blood dripping from the swordsman. Unexpectedly, it was repeated again, and again......

Is that the Mandate of Heaven?

It can't be like that, it can't!

"Bell ......"

Suddenly, Qin Chuan's expression was stunned, and the bloodshot in his eyes instantly dissipated.

But when he saw Shangguan Yao's sudden body, he was actually standing in front of him, his white clothes fluttering, and the Dao Law True Yuan quickly gathered, and condensed the Heavenly Mandate Ancient Sword in his hand. Facing the jade Xuzi with a more gloomy face.

“......”

There was no word in his heart, and he was determined, and all of them collapsed at this moment.

Qin Chuan looked at the back in front of him, and the triple sacrifice of the Ming King, who had just breathed evil and cruel, quietly faded away unconsciously. In my heart, there was only a moment of silence.

This, isn't it my unforgettable back.