Chapter 555 “Seeing” Oneself
As far as the eye can see, there is black earth, but it is covered with dark red blood, giving off a strange color.
There are no mountains, no water, no sun, moon, or clouds here. Only a faint light falls from a high place, illuminating the broken limbs and rotting corpses, dyeing them with a touch of bright red.
The entire plain stretches as far as the eye can see. The only special thing is the black air lingering in the distance. It is difficult to penetrate the sight, as if it is shrouded in something.
After watching for a while, Meng Qi performed a somersault step, stepped on the air current with his feet, created clouds, and flew close to the ground towards the place where the black air was lingering.
This place was weird, and he didn't dare to fly fast for fear of something terrible hiding in the air.
During the flight, the smell of blood and stench penetrated his nostrils, making Meng Qi feel that he had entered some ancient battlefield, a battlefield where corpses had not yet been collected.
As they flew, many relatively complete corpses appeared in front of them, such as the strange guy standing in the shape of a golden rooster not far away.
It was wearing a hundred-year-old robe, with no hair on the top of its head. There were many rotten parts on its face and body. Bones were visible deep down, and yellow pus was left behind. It was extremely disgusting. It was holding something in its hand, but it was its left leg. The root of the leg was bloody and bloody. It seemed to be torn off directly, and then stuffed into the mouth, maintaining a chewing posture.
"How could you tear off your own legs..." Meng Qi climbed slightly higher, intending to go around.
At the same time, his spirit spread over, and he sensed subtleties, trying to find out the secrets of this place.
Suddenly, the corpse jumped up suddenly, waving the rotten left leg in its hand, and struck Meng Qi from a distance!
His left leg suddenly became enlarged, and Meng Qi felt as if his skin was beginning to rot even before it touched his body.
His body surface was glowing with light gold, and he made an inexplicable sound. The "Heaven's Wound" in his right hand slashed down in a wonderful arc. He tried his best to change things, giving people the feeling of being like a white cloud and a dog, and it was exactly the same. One of the Yuxu Qingyuan sword techniques.
Puff puff, the sword light dispersed, and the place seemed to be filled with white clouds. It kept making dull sounds, but it was cutting the zombie into fleshless white bones from beginning to end!
With a crash, the bones collapsed, rotted rapidly, and turned into bloody mud.
As the sound of crashing spread, corpses stood up staggeringly not far away. Some of them were missing arms, some were missing internal organs, some were missing heads, in short, none of them were complete!
Meng Qi frowned, his acupoints opened, and the whole body shone brightly, like a red sun, casting into the distance.
The long sword interprets the sun's rays, the light spreads like water, scorching, high temperature, sacred, brilliant, everything is inferior to it, and it eliminates all darkness!
All the corpses swallowed by the sun quickly vaporize, and the surrounding area is completely empty. Only the stream of light transformed by the red sun cuts through the sky and rushes towards the place shrouded in black air.
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"Love, justice, kindness, don't enter this door." These eight words contain a deep Zen meaning, glowing with the luster of glass, and are imprinted on the stone wall, giving people a feeling of being as pure as Bodhi and as solid as King Kong.
"Do you know who wrote these eight words?" Wang Siyuan did not feel at all nervous, worried or uneasy about being in the dense land of Shaolin. Instead, he seemed to be back at home, in a leisurely mood, asking the people around him.
Next to him was a guy wearing a black cloak. His voice was not very mature, and it was very low, as if he was afraid that the eminent monk guarding the intersection would find out:
"I don't know."
In addition to Wang Siyuan and the guy in a black cloak, there were two other people. One had white hair, dense wrinkles, a horse face and a high nose, and his breath was filled with the dust accumulated over the years.
He closed his eyes tightly and didn't say a word. Even when Wang Siyuan faced him, he didn't seem so carefree and in control of everything.
The other one has black hair, a straight back, a wide robe and big sleeves, and is dressed in medieval style. His eyebrows are somewhat similar to Wang Siyuan's, but he has clear edges and corners, and is masculine and mature.
Hearing the answer, Wang Siyuan chuckled: "This place is the secret passage in the back mountain of Shaolin. These eight characters contain the meaning of Bodhisattva's compassion. They have lasted for thousands of years and are immortal. They were naturally written by Bodhidharma, the founder of Shaolin."
"Dharma..." The man in the black cloak was slightly surprised, as if he didn't expect that he was a legendary figure who had been inactive for many years.
His voice was deep and distinctly male.
Wang Siyuan's right hand gently stroked these eight words: "Dharma attained the Dharmakaya of Kasyapa and hoped to become a Buddha. Although he failed to succeed throughout his life, he achieved the status of Bodhisattva while he was still alive. It was a time of troubled times for demons and Buddhas." One of the strongest men in the world, even if the warning he left behind has been eroded by the years, it will still be as solid as a diamond after more than a thousand years, sealing this door. There is no special method, and even a person of great stature cannot open it. "
The glazed light on the eight characters has a meaningful Zen meaning, which seems to confirm what Wang Siyuan said.
If Meng Qi were here, he would be extremely surprised, because the eight characters he had seen were ordinary and contained no power at all, and seemed to have been washed away by time!
The man in the cloak was inevitably curious: "What is behind the door?"
Wang Siyuan smiled and said nothing, turned to look at the mountain wall next to him, and read out the motto on it:
"If you don't enter the mortal world, experience the sea of suffering, and don't break the precepts, how can you know the true meaning of the rules, how can you break through the illusions of the world, see your own Buddha nature, and realize the wonderful existence of the vacuum?"
"Ananda is worthy of being one of the two great sages who sat down with the Buddha. He has found a different path and has profound Buddha nature..." He praised, "However, this road is extremely difficult and dangerous. If you are confused for a moment, your desires will overflow, you will get out of control, and you will sink forever. , reincarnation for life but not transcendence.
He seemed to have something to say, but the man in the cloak didn't seem to hear it. Instead, he looked at the patterns next to the proverbs. They were monks waving their swords one after another. Their movements were different, and their thoughts were written and annotated in tiny characters. There are questions about methods and moves, and at the end there is a message:
"The path of Lao Monk is different from that of Venerable Ananda. He failed to fully realize the true meaning of the breaking sword technique, and the inheritance can only be passed on once and will never exist again. Therefore, I feel deeply sad and leave the secret book here. If Shaolin is not here, and those who are destined to come here, I hope they will have good fortune." The true meaning is to return to the original."
"Ananda Pojie Sword Technique..." The cloaked man's eyes seemed to become hot, "Is this the sword technique he practices?"
"You are different from him. If you practice this sword technique, you will sink instantly and never be pure." Wang Siyuan coughed twice, "When Bodhidharma was alive, this place was not a secret, but after his nirvana, the whole Shaolin seemed to have forgotten this place. "
The cloaked man looked away: "What exactly do you want to do? How can I help?"
At this time, the old man next to him, who had always closed his eyes, took a step forward, squatted down in an indistinct manner, and touched the small hole, feeling the invisible but still burning flame inside.
"The power of the Demon Saint spans eternity and is immortal..." He sighed with emotion, and his eyes suddenly opened.
These are a pair of eyes that make people feel numb, with only the whites of the eyes and no pupils!
The man in the black cloak took a step back, seemingly frightened.
The old man chuckled: "I can see the past and the future, so I can't see the present."
There was a mystery in the words, but the man in the cloak couldn't figure it out and could only look at Wang Siyuan.
Wang Siyuan put his fist against his lips and took a breath: "You don't have to worry about other things. First, run the technique and try to push the door."
"Me?" The cloaked man was startled at first, then calmed down and whispered, "I hope you can keep your promise after this incident."
He suddenly opened his cloak, revealing his face. His facial features were ordinary, but his temperament was deep. At the same time, he still had a bit of a tiger-like head. He seemed to be the "Duan Rui" that Meng Qi was looking for!
A young man who failed to practice the "Yi Jin Jing" and suffered from schizophrenia. He was a man and a demon at the same time!
Suddenly, his eyes turned dark, his expression was extremely distorted, his aura changed instantly, and he was extremely evil, and there was a strange black energy lingering in his two palms.
Both palms fell on the stone door, and black energy penetrated silently.
At this time, the tortoise shell shines brightly, the black and white dots continue to rotate, interpreting many hexagrams, and then plunges into the black energy!
"Love, justice, kindness, don't enter this door." The eight words have not changed at all, they are still glowing with glaze, but the door slowly opens!
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The red sun flew across the sky, flying extremely fast. Meng Qi got rid of the many dead bodies on the black plain and approached the lingering black air.
The black air shrouded the vaguely visible Buddhist temples, including merit ponds, gold, silver, glazed agate and other seven treasures, a dancing bodhi tree, and a mountain peak at the core. However, without exception, they were all in a state of destruction, or withered and rotten. Only the gurgling water still sang softly, slightly tinted with blood brown.
When he arrived here, Meng Qi felt that the laws of heaven and earth were slightly different from those around him, just like the aura at the core of the Nine Netherworld encountered in the Worry-free Valley.
Here, the vitality of heaven and earth is in a semi-dead state, with the color of colorful glaze at the bottom and black pool on top. The principles of the law are difficult and constantly changing. The Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique and the True Fire of the Great Sun are sometimes suppressed and sometimes blessed. The purple lightning The same goes for lightning and golden merit, while others are completely weakened.
Last time he was able to transform into a ghost and adapt to the law, but this time Meng Qi didn't know what he should become to ignore the influence. After all, he hadn't even finished learning the nine changes yet.
Light gold emerged, resisting the black energy, and Meng Qi cautiously stepped into the ruined Buddhist Zen forest.
Suddenly, a figure was reflected in the semi-corroded crystal under the withered bodhi tree. She was dressed in white like snow, ethereal and pure, with delicate appearance and a half-smiling smile.
"Gu Xiaosang..." Meng Qi was startled and alerted his surroundings, but the area was empty and there were no enemies.
At this time, a hoarse voice came from his ear: "Do you really want to defeat her, catch her, ravage her, and make her understand the consequences of using you and playing with you?"
"Who?" Meng Qi was even more surprised. Apart from being wary and hostile to Gu Xiaosang, if he said he had never had similar dark thoughts, it would be a lie. However, these were just occasional thoughts and would not be acted upon at all.
At this time, Meng Qi was shocked by the darkness in his heart, and became increasingly vigilant.
Sensing the surroundings, Meng Qi still couldn't find anyone.
A bodhi leaf fell and caught Meng Qi's attention. The lines on it seemed to be Jiang Zhiwei's face!
At this moment, the hoarse voice sounded again: "Do you hate her very much? Why does Zhanwu see that I am not myself? Why does she only love the seven-foot sword in her life?"
"No!" Meng Qi blurted out.
People's hearts are full of ghosts, and they often have dark thoughts, but they are like thin snow in the sun, fleeting, but now that someone has peeked out of this darkness and revealed secrets, he naturally feels difficult to calm down, and even feels unable to face Jiang Zhiwei a feeling of!
The bodhi leaf fell into the deep grass, and a half-broken golden lotus slowly bloomed. Ruan Yushu, Qi Zhengyan and Zhao Heng seemed to appear inside.
"Do you think they are holding you back and you want to kick them away?" The hoarse voice came up again.
Meng Qi took a deep breath and said loudly: "No! Who are you?"
"Turn around and you'll know who I am." The hoarse voice came from all directions.
Meng Qi turned around suddenly and saw only the gurgling stream, and his face was reflected in the stream.
This is a distorted face, as if crazy, with dark eyes.
Meng Qi was extremely frightened, and his heart was filled with turmoil!
I?
How can it be!
When was I invaded by evil spirits?
"I am you, you are me, and what I say is naturally true!" The hoarse voice laughed, and Meng Qi saw his mouth opening and closing, "Do you still think you are a good person?"
"His" voice becomes lower, like chanting scriptures:
"People's hearts are dark and their nature is evil. Once you enter this door and see yourself, friendship and kindness will no longer exist, and kindness will no longer exist!"