Chapter 1114 I guessed the beginning correctly, but not the ending.
ambush!
After taking a glance at the vast palace scene and finding that Xuannv was not there, Meng Qi suddenly had this idea in his mind.
Haoqi Qianyun returns to Haoqi Qianyun. Before entering the Sunu Fairyland, he had already imagined many situations and interpreted different responses. For example, the contemporary Xuannv had long discovered a traitor or Gao Lan was spying on her, and deliberately made a show of it and set up an ambush. , luring Gao Lan to jump into the trap, or she may have an unusually cautious personality, seemingly practicing in seclusion, isolating the inside and outside, but in fact she has shed her golden silkworm shell, and with the prepared treasures, she secretly overcomes the tribulation somewhere in the ends of the earth.
Therefore, the situation he saw now did not exceed Meng Qi's expectations and preparations, but it felt like it was indeed the case.
How could the things he mixed up be as domineering and leaky and smooth as Brother Doubi thought?
He must have this kind of consciousness when he invites himself to be a helper...
At the same time as the idea emerged, Meng Qi also had a wry smile. He pointed his sword diagonally and examined the clues in the vast hall. With his feet inside the hall and outside the hall, he seemed to be standing in two universes.
Divine consciousness spread and covered him, and he and Gao Lan suddenly said "Hey" together.
This place seems empty, with no figures, but in fact there are all kinds of illusory things floating around, like memories, feelings, experiences and imprints.
Meng Qi's thoughts suddenly flashed, and the light of the Tao lit up, and the causes of all effects were highlighted, allowing him to step into the world of cause and effect, touching the illusory world of the heart and spirit, and Gao Lan's eyes were covered with a layer of light gold, and the ripples of light swayed slightly, and he was holy. Like water, merit is like a mirror.
An instant later, what he saw was different. In front of Meng Qi was a Buddhist hall. The Tathagata was sitting high with a compassionate face. His golden body was surrounded by white smoke from incense and illuminated by ancient green lamps. A monk in gray robe lowered his eyes and looked at the sun. He bangs wooden fish and recites scriptures day after day, just like an ascetic monk, but his youthful face that should be high-spirited is slightly contradictory to this.
Tuk-tuk-tuk, Amitabha, this is what I hear.
The sound of the wooden fish echoed monotonously, containing some kind of power to calm people's hearts. Suddenly, a woman wearing a red wedding dress walked into the entrance of the Buddhist hall. She had a delicate face, and her playful past remained between her eyebrows. Her pace slowed down, Stopped behind the gray-robed monk.
"Why are you here again?" The gray-robed monk kept his eyes closed, and kept making wooden fishes. His tone was calm but he refused to listen to others.
The corners of the woman's mouth in the red wedding dress were raised, and her smile was as bright as ever, bringing unconscious happiness to people. Her tone was low and calm, as if she was telling something that had nothing to do with her:
"Master, I'm getting married."
Snapped! The mallet in the gray-robed monk's hand suddenly broke, and the clicking sound stopped abruptly. He looked like a clay puppet.
The smile of the woman in the red wedding dress gradually faded and became a little sad:
"I don't want to accept it, so I plan to get it over with."
With a bang, the gray-robed monk suddenly jumped up, causing the incense table to shake.
Once and for all? The gray-robed monk opened his eyes, filled with anxiety and worry, and no other emotions. He stretched out his hands to try to stop it.
However, in his bright black eyes, the blood on the neck of the woman in the wedding dress had already dried up, and she was dressed in red. It was unclear whether it was a wedding dress or a bloody skirt.
His hands passed through without touching any entity.
The gray-robed monk's movements froze, and his eyes straightened as he watched the figure in front of him fade.
There are ghosts in front of the Buddha just to say goodbye.
With a clang, the incense table fell to the ground, and smoke and ashes flew everywhere, covering the Tathagata. The scene gradually spread out and curled up in the vast hall.
What is this? Meng Qi frowned slightly, with many doubts emerging in his heart, and at this moment, another "picture" unfolded in front of him and Gao Lan.
On the hospital bed, a pretty and innocent woman was leaning on a pillow, her cheeks were fleshless, and she was so sick that she was bone-shape. She was currently taking in more air than out, and her eyes that should have been looking forward to her appearance gradually became cloudy.
Next to her, there was a middle-aged scribe who held her hands tightly, with indescribable grief and sorrow hidden in his eyes.
This middle-aged scribe's eyebrows are thick and somewhat rigid, and his beard is long and strange.
As soon as he saw him, Meng Qi's name popped into his mind:
"Six Oceans Crazies" Wu Jizhen!
A great master who has an unforgettable relationship with a certain contemporary Xuannv!
Then, Meng Qi had a clear understanding.
The scenes seen in the hall are all the different experiences of Xuannv. What is life like when the karma and destiny are manifested?
Some people betray me, and others betray me!
At this time, on the hospital bed, the pretty and charming woman gently shook Wu Jizhen's arm and said with true feelings:
"From now on, forget, forget me..."
The sound decreased and the vitality was gone. No matter how much Wu Jizhen poured in the real energy, it was of no avail. He suddenly raised his head and roared, letting out the mournful cry of losing his partner.
Since the different experiences of the body are presented in the Su Nu Palace, the contemporary Xuan Nu must be nearby! Meng Qi had a flash of inspiration and shrunk to the ground while looking in the direction of the apse.
It seems that it is not a trap that was previously deduced or a failure, but the choice of Xuannv's retreat place is very strange or her current state is puzzling.
Could it be that she is trying to break through?
Gao Lan obviously thought faster than Meng Qi. As soon as the Taoist robe flashed, a bright yellow figure appeared in front. The two of them passed through "the proud daughter of heaven who cut off the evil fate and became the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng" and passed through "childhood sweethearts". , a story about a lifelong love that lasted until old age, and they were buried together in a tomb, leaving only one corpse."
The further they went, the more they seemed to have penetrated into the spiritual world of contemporary Xuannv, observing hundreds or thousands of different lives and emotions.
Suddenly, Gao Lan, who was running ahead, slowed down because at the gate that separated the front hall and the back hall, a woman in plain robes stood quietly. Her temperament was elegant and unstained, and she had the compassion to save all sentient beings in the world between her eyebrows. The weathering is peerless and radiant.
Her hair was tied up with wooden hairpins crossing it, like a laywoman.
Then Meng Qi saw Gao Lan stop, his cold and deep eyes filled with indescribable surprise and heat, like a young man in love.
"Yan Ran..." He shouted softly.
Yan Ran? Is this the sister-in-law? Meng Qi paused and looked away. He saw that the woman in plain robes had many wounds on her body, as if she had experienced a bloody battle, and there were vague enemies around her.
"Gao Lang." Yan Ran looked over in surprise.
Gao Lan was moved, raised his right hand, swung out his long sword, and wiped out all the illusory enemies around him, and said excitedly:
"Yan Ran, I will definitely be able to save you this time!"
"I will definitely let you occupy the dominant position in Xuannv's Taoist body!"
Taking one step forward, Gao Lan appeared in front of Yan Ran, stretching out his right hand to hold Yan Ran's slender hand that was also stretched out.
The hands touched and passed through each other.
Indescribable regret appeared on Yan Ran's face, and he called out again:
"Gao Lang..."
The figure gradually dispersed and the brand disintegrated.
What's going on? Meng Qi looked through Yan Ran to the back hall, and saw the contemporary Xuannv sitting next to the coffin, her body blurred, as if she were home, and she had no life left!
Is the contemporary Xuannv enthroned?
Before she took the step to ascend in the daytime, she lost control, suffered a backlash, and died on the spot, so the mark on her body flew out, leaving a trace in the palace?
Xuannv is dead! Meng Qi could hardly believe his eyes. He had anticipated many situations and interpreted different developments, but he never thought it would be this change.
I guessed the beginning correctly, but not the ending...
The contemporary Xuannv was not extremely cautious, so she raised suspicions, and she also failed to guess that her brother Doubi attacked in advance, forced her way into the plain girl's path, and tried to kidnap her, but she died.
After she died, Yan Ran, who was Yingshen, could not even be reincarnated!
Brother Doubi has been preparing for many years and is domineering, but he has met this ending. Is it really God's will?
What is providence?
Breaking through the Dharmakaya is the difference between humans and immortals. It is one of the biggest hurdles on the road to spiritual practice. The possibility of failure is already high, but I and Brother Doubi subconsciously avoided this possibility.
Meng Qi looked back at Gao Lan in shock, only to see him staring blankly at the figure disappearing in front of him, still holding his right hand, and shouted in a low voice:
"Yan Ran..."
Since ancient times, there is only so much passion and hatred.
Boom!
The Su Nu Palace was shaken because of the stress changes caused by Meng Qi and Gao Lan's forcible entry.
The two failed to succeed quickly as planned and left quickly.
"Yan Ran!"
Gao Lan suddenly raised his head and roared, his voice echoing with inexplicable grief.