Scarlet Desert.

The world is muddy, as if chaotic. There is no boundary between heaven and earth, sand and blood are no different, and in the dark red world, the bearded man with a bare shirt and a golden ring on his arm sits with his eyes closed, and he has been sitting for a long time.

Suddenly, a soft voice sounded, from the darkness, the voice was sweet but with infinite resentment: "People say: The real immortal Buddha knows everything and can do everything. The devil said: Fart. ”

After a pause, the soft voice continued: "Immortal said: Immortal is free, and happiness is boundless. The devil said: Fart. ”

Five breaths of silence, the soft voice sounded again, faint and melancholy: "The Buddha said: I know the past and the future, but, I can't say it, I can't say it." What does the devil say?"

The bearded man sitting in the blood-colored desert raised his hand, covered his mouth, and snorted with a coquettish smile: "Load the pen." ”

The voice in the dark is sweet, the tone is depressed, I don't see her but I can know it when I hear it, she has taken all the wind and moon, she has seen all the red dust, her face is not old, and her heart is old, she should be a beautiful woman in her early thirties.

The voice of the bearded man is different, charming, happy, the tone is optimistic in nature, if you don't look at people and only listen to the voice, seventeen or eighteen, the bewitching girl with apricot eyes...... Don't look at me. After reading me, the kindest and weakest scholar will also pick up the knife!

The wind swept by, the wild sand rolled up, and the world changed its temperament, from fierce to unruly, that is the demonic spirit! The woman in the red dress appeared in the wind, her voice was sweet and the tone remained the same: "Sao, Qi Donglai, you are still not hateful enough, every time I see you, I never think you are annoying, but I want to hold you in my arms and kiss your hair gently...... You can't make me hateful. How can you pass on my mantle? ”

As she spoke, the woman in red sighed softly. The wind cleared, the sand fell, and her appearance became clear, a big baboon wearing a red dress and just the right light makeup.

The baboon flipped his hands, showed a mirror, and looked.

Looking at the makeup, looking forward to it, the eyes were self-pitying.

The baboon raised his other hand, and a peony appeared in his hand out of thin air. The baboon kissed the peony lightly. The flower withered in an instant.

The flower thanked the baboon, and the baboon sighed, its voice sweet and quiet.

"If you dare to kiss me, I will die immediately, Sao and Qi Dong will do what they say when they come here!" But no matter how hard he gritted his teeth and forced. His voice was so charming...... Only this voice. When people hear it, they can't wait to kiss 'her'.

The baboon in the red dress smiled: "I mean you have poor cultivation! Sao people, the eldest brother Jin Ling was born with a true magic eye, and he can see through the vast universe at a glance to see through the truth, the original, and the being! Now it's your turn." After meditating and comprehending for so long, where is that spiritual treasure, do you have comprehension?!"

Qi Donglai pinched the orchid finger, gently tapped the corner of his forehead, and smiled after a while: "Big brother Jin Lingtian's ability, I can't reach it for millions of years, but...... I have my own good ideas. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and took off his shoes, and when he threw them down, the shoes pointed in the direction.

No, the tip of the shoe pointed directly at Qi Donglai himself. Sao took off his other shoe and tried to throw it aside.

"Sao Qi Donglai, for the first time, I hated you a little. The baboon in the red dress sighed softly again.

Qi Donglai took the shoe in his hand: "That treasure has not yet been born, you and I don't know what it is, you don't need to care so much? "The end of the word 'what' rises, and the style is indescribable.

The baboon in the red dress didn't speak, it was looking in the mirror, but the baboon in the mirror was talking: "It may not be in practice, but it is still possible to practice." In the past, there were treasures in the world, and the beauty infected 30,000 and 100,000 ...... It doesn't matter if you don't know what it is, it's enough to know that it's extraordinary, and you and I must grab it. ”

Qi Donglai was about to throw away the second shoe, and continued to ask: "When this treasure is born, it will definitely lead to endless killing, the current situation of the Heavenly Demon Altar... Are we really going to fight?"

"Don't fight, if you linger, a thousand years or 10,000 years, or a hundred thousand years? I don't know if it's going to work, but it's the only chance I can wait...... The only chance to live up to the expectations of the big brother. But I can't do it anymore, I beg you to fulfill my last wish: live up to my big brother, live up to the heavenly demons. ”

"I don't hate you anymore, is my cultivation improving?" Qi Donglai's smile was hideous and terrifying, but his smile was as bright as a peach blossom. As he spoke, he threw his second shoe aloft.

The baboon also smiled, and the smile was so delicate that it almost dripped water: "This fairy is filthy and pickled, and if you want to survive forever, you can only be powerful." ”

The shoes were thrown high and tumbled in the air dozens of times, waiting until the baboon in the red dress finished speaking.

There was a soft 'brush' sound, and the shoe hit the ground.

In the desert, the ground is sand, and the shoes are upright and stuck in the ground, and the tips of the shoes are pointing upwards and pointing to the sky.

No need to ask, it doesn't work. The baboon in the red dress looked at the sky in the direction of the tip of his shoe, and then looked back at Qi Donglai, and said, "You are so cute." ”

The four characters are like knives, killing Qi Donglai with goosebumps.

Qi Donglai is hated everywhere in the world, and after ascending, the wicked will eventually meet the wicked.

Sure enough, the world is unpredictable, but the retribution is not happy.

......

A colorful heavenly river.

There is not a drop of water in the heavenly river, and countless dust gathers to form a rolling river, an endless river.

The dust in the river is so small that it is invisible to the eyes, and only the real Buddha and the great Bodhisattva who have cultivated the eyes of heaven can see that the particles of dust in the heavenly river are the figures of the mortal world: men and women love each other, and the carcass is extremely entwined; the mother cries bitterly in front of the grave, and the white head sends black hair to each other; the two armies fight, and the blood reflects the long sky; the scholars gather happily, each holding hands with their own hearts; the military general scolds his mother in his heart when he pushes the wine and changes the cup......

What is happening in the mortal world is in the dust of the heavenly river, and the Buddha named this heavenly river 'red dust'.

The red dust is colorful, and it is a beautiful river.

The nine curves of the river come from the endless heights and go to the infinite depths.

There was the sound of footsteps. A middle-aged man walks to the river. Cloth, ordinary, slightly blessed, all inconspicuous middle-aged people.

Just when the middle-aged man stopped by the river, a brilliant golden lotus suddenly bloomed in the rolling heavenly river, and suddenly the Buddha's incense was filled with Zen music and scattered, and on each golden lotus, there was a Buddha or a great Bodhisattva sitting upright.

The next moment, the middle-aged man by the river sat down, but the Heavenly Buddha and the Great Bodhisattva on the golden lotus stood up, bowed in unison, and bowed: "Meet my Buddha." ”

The voice of every Buddha and great bodhisattva is very good, and these many beautiful voices come together. It is the most pleasant Zen bell in the Western Heavenly Bliss.

Middle-aged people don't have much to say hello. Get straight to the point: "How is the tracking of that spiritual treasure?"

Several Lotus Buddhas and Great Bodhisattvas spoke one after another, but there was no really useful news. It was similar to the news that another stack had passed to Su Jing, even if there were countless powerhouses in the Western Heavenly Bliss, they could only trace the 'treasure in the north' at the moment. No other results.

The middle-aged man on the riverside is always smiling again. But his smile was too simple. It's so simple that it's just the simplest 'symbol'. No joy, no anger, no disappointment, he took a chess piece out of his sleeve. Then he stretched out his hand and pointed to a Buddha in the golden lotus.

was instructed, a person whose wisdom is better than the Buddha, and the strongest chess player in the Western Heavens. In the last 8,000 years, he has played 630 games of chess with the Buddha, 600 other victories, twenty-nine peaces, and the Buddha has not tasted a single victory in front of him.

Chess is very similar to the chess of the mortal world in Middle-earth, the rooks and horses will be the same, but the number of pieces is far better, the big chessboard, the red and black sides each have three hundred and thirty-three pieces, the chess pieces are more chessboard, the rules are of course more, this chess game is strange and complicated.

Wisdom is better than the Buddha holding black, and the middle-aged person holding red.

On both sides of the chessboard, the two of them moved very quickly, one by one was eaten, taken, after a stick of incense, the remnants of chess were hopeless, wisdom won Buddha and won, and he would die on the board of middle-aged people.

"The Buddha lost. "Wisdom is better than a smile. Losing is winning or losing, and the Buddha's four major are empty, and he will not mind the victory or defeat in this square inch, let alone deliberately let the chess and tie up the immortals.

The middle-aged man stared at the chessboard, and after three breaths, he stretched out his hand and swept it on the chessboard, and all the blackspots on the board were swept off, leaving only the middle-aged man's red sons.

"Look, you didn't move, I won. The middle-aged man smiled: "If there are no rules, you will win a hundred battles." ”

Standing up, the middle-aged man looked at the golden lotus and many Buddhas: "That treasure is bound to be obtained." Then he turned and walked away.

......

Sea.

Splendid world, vast world.

Old and young, men and women, dressed in Taoist robes, knelt on the ground, tens of thousands of people, covering the sight and the whole world.

In this Qiankun, you can only see the sky, but you can't see the ground, mountains, lakes and seas: every corner of the sky and the ground has been annihilated by the sea of people...... Except for a green bamboo house.

The bamboo hut is located in the middle of the earth.

The Taoists all over the world surround the bamboo hut and bow to the bamboo hut, their expressions are peaceful and their eyes are pious.

There were three fragrant plants in the bamboo house, the smoke was thick, and the Taoist leader with a feather crown and robe stood in front of the incense burner, he was very old, his hair, eyebrows, and beard were as white as snow, and his skin was as dry and plucked as the bark of a tree, but his eyes were clear, piercing through the smoke, and quietly looking at the two big characters on the altar.

"Daozun, you don't understand. The little Taoist priest on the side spoke timidly.

Daozun frowned, and his wrinkles were deep: "You have been by my side for a long time, and you haven't understood the reason why you don't know how to ask at any time." Under the truth, there is no distinction between the old and the young, no courtesy, no understanding, no questioning. ”

"Daozun, what we worship has always been: heaven, earth, and man, why did you change the tablet today and change it to worship 'Xiaoyao'?"

On the god card behind the altar, the ink of the words Xiao and Yao has not dried, and it is just written and put on by Daozun. The new 'Joyful' tablet replaces the 'Heaven, Earth and People' three-talent tablet.

Daozun shook his head: "Worship this new tablet is not a worship, but a sacrifice." ”

"Memorial?" the little Taoist boy didn't know why.

"Tribute. Daozun accentuated his tone: "In the immortal world, 'Xiaoyao' has passed away. 'Xiaoyao' is dead, 'Xiaoyao' is gone, and you and I are no longer pursuing it all my life, so three fragrances are sacrificed to 'Xiaoyao'. ”

With a bang, the fairy servant knelt down: "Daozun is free, I beg you, don't be depressed, you are old and forever, then the avenue will always be there, and the avenue will be forever, and the avenue will be forever, and you will be free forever." ”

Daozun doesn't like to laugh, but his expression is not cold, if he is placed in the mortal world, there will be some dust on his body. He is the most ordinary Taoist priest: "It's the opposite, it's the opposite." It should be: if you are free, the Tao will last forever, and if the Tao lasts forever, you will always be there. Now I don't feel free......"

The servant is not a servant, he is a crane. A blue-feathered vermilion-beaked ink-topped crane born in the divine light of the stars is endless, but several times in all directions, in the past and in the future, there is only one such crane. A truly handsome fetish, he has been transformed by Daozun, and he has become a servant who will always serve Daozun.

True gods have innate wisdom. Why did the Dao Venerable turn to it? It's not because this crane has great strength and fierce claws, but because it was born with a sense of what 'carefree' is.

'Leisure' is unspeakable. Mortals think that being in power and doing whatever they want is a free ride. Wrong and wrong, Xiaoyao is only in the heart of a period of wisdom and understanding, if you really cultivate at ease, then nothing is at ease.

Doing whatever you want is not a pleasure.

Lingfeng Universe is not a leisurely adventure.

Getaway. I just feel it. Feel like you're free. No matter what you do, what you eat, it's a pleasure.

So nothing is a leisurely ride. It's nothing.

In the past, Dao Zun was free, but now he doesn't feel this way. It's been a long time, no matter what you do or how you do it. He didn't feel free, and the heartfelt happiness in his heart quietly disappeared.

Today, Shangyuan, all the Taoist immortals in the 36 caves and 72 blessed lands in the East gather here, follow the Taoist Zun and worship freely!

The crane maid's face was pale. He doesn't understand, how can Daozun be 'not free' if he is so dignified, this matter is mysterious, Daozun doesn't explain and doesn't dare to ask more, but Hezun knows what 'Xiaoyao' is, because he understands Daozun's situation - without Xiaoyao, there is no foundation for Dao Xin, even if he is immortal and canonized, when Dao Xin is lost, he will gradually wither!

"If you are not there, the Tao will not exist. Daozun took two fruits from the offering table, ate one for himself, and gave one to the crane servant: "Fortunately, I probably realized why I was not at ease in my heart, and I still had the opportunity to bring 'it' back." ”

Crane girl's eyes lit up, and she felt that the fruit in her hand was extremely sweet: "What should I do to make Xiaoyao reappear in my heart and in the Tao?"

Lao Dao took a bite of the fruit in his mouth and took out a pen and paper from his sleeve. Sheep hair, mulberry silkworm paper.

Daozun's handwriting is not as good as Su Jing's left handwriting, the handwriting is crooked, juanxiu or something, there is no need to mention it, and the 'pen power' in mortal imagination is not visible...... Suddenly, thunder thundered in the sky.

Divine thunder is like a whip axe, cutting through the sky, and when the thunder disperses, there are still terrifying scars in the sky.

The thunder is heavy, the scars are Daodao, in the blue sky, the black and purple scars are twisted and crooked, but this 'scar) is not unscrupulous, one by one, thunder, on the endless blue sky written four hideous and dazzling words: Lingbao will appear.

In the bamboo house, the words of Daozun were written, and the four words on the paper were ugly: Lingbao will appear.

The crane servant looked at the Dao Zun Mobao: "Dao Zun refers to the treasure that spread through the immortal sky not long ago?

Daozun put away the pen, took the fruit from his mouth, and asked: "Do you know the six words that the Great Buddha likes to say the most?"

"The servant knows. The crane girl smiled, put her wrists against each other, pointed to the sky and pointed to the ground with the other, and made a Buddha seal in a fake way, learning the expression of the Buddha statue in the temple: "Don't say, don't say." ”

"Then you guess," Dao Zun also smiled slightly, "Does he refuse to say, or does he not know?"

After saying that, without waiting for the crane servant to answer anything, Daozun smiled and said, "Don't say, don't say." With a wave of his hand, the servant stepped back.

What does the soon-to-be-born Lingbao have to do with the freedom of the Eastern Immortal Daoist? Daozun didn't give an answer, did he refuse to say it or did he not know?

......

Turtle State. Su Jing smiled.

'It's not easy to be reasonable, who wouldn't be unreasonable', in the mortal world, Su Jing also had similar words, and he suddenly felt cordial when he heard it.

But chasing the phrase 'being reasonable or unreasonable', he recalled his experience in the immortal sky...... The West Heaven Furong Sumeru Heaven is known as the Pure Land, but it is actually a lewd cave; the 100,000 Mountains forcibly recruit the saints of the Wisdom Heaven and are forbidden to join the gang; the Three Immortals of Middle Earth are arrested and the three immortals refining the soul are refined; and the starry heavenly courtiers occupy other people's Lingzhou and fly high...... No matter which one you face, there is never a time when you can really be reasonable.

In the end, these troubles are all solved by killing. Sure enough, it's easier to be 'unreasonable'.

Except for the Dongfang Taoist and the so-called 'Sealing Immortal Bottle Heaven', Su Jing, several top forces in the immortal world, have already come into contact. The upper altar immortals are like this, how can Su Jing not understand the true face of this immortal universe.

Su Jing exhaled and sighed slightly: "Immortal world, what kind of place is it." ”

No matter how shrewd he was, he couldn't guess where Su Jing's sigh came from, so he bowed down and asked with a smile: "Why did Master Su say this?"

"It's not the same place as when I didn't fly immortals. When I looked up at the immortal heaven in the mortal world, I only said that the immortal Buddha was compassionate," Su Jing shook his head, and his heart was very unhappy: "How do you know that after you come up, you will understand that it is not like that at all, don't talk about compassion, no one even talks about the truth." ”

He smiled happily: "The villain is short-sighted, I can't solve Master Su's doubts, but being unreasonable is not completely beneficial, if you are unreasonable, you will talk about fighting, just like Xinghuo does not move Lao Zun, why do you obey you so happily? Just because you really dare and can really beat him to death! If he doesn't want to die and can not die, then he can only follow you." He is not unreasonable, he is talking about the principle of 'the strong are respected'...... In this fairy world, there are not a few people who talk about the principle of 'the strong are respected' like the old man. ”

It's not that Su Jing doesn't understand the truth, but the fairy world is too different from what he imagined, and he didn't mention it much before, but this time, he felt disappointed in his heart, so he still shook his head and said: "In short, it's messy and unclean here, I don't like it." ”

Lie suddenly laughed, and quickly suppressed his smile. The small details couldn't escape Su Jing's eyes, and he said to him: "What's the matter? ”

"When you fought on Yipin Mountain, Master Su pretended to be a monk of the West Heaven, and when you fought with the stars, you became the future little hideous king of Wuxian Yuan...... Ahem, the villain thinks, don't dislike the mess of the fairy world. ”

A crow flew over the mountains and saw a wild boar rolling in the mud, the crow exclaimed: You are too dark! Su Jing blinked, laughed, and shook his head again, what is unreasonable, the fairy sky is messy, these thoughts are all waved aside, and now that he has found the top of Xiaoguangming, what he has to do next is to wander northwest and practice diligently.

According to Wen Shulin's calculations, there are still three hundred years of Northwest Lingbao in the world, when the storm is surging and the killing explodes.

The birth of Lingbao is a fairy event, a bloody carnival, and an opportunity for Su Jing to find what he didn't hear.

There are only 300 years left, and I have to practice with my life. At least before Lingbao was born, Su Jing hoped: Don't mess with me——

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