Chapter 453: One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals?
Gradually, the spatial fluctuations became more intense, and a sense of fatigue came over. In a trance, Wang Zijia fell into a drowsy state, and her consciousness gradually became chaotic.
"Ding!"
The next moment, in Wang Zijia's mind, the equivalent scale and the three red copper weights emitted an extremely dazzling golden light. The scale was constantly vibrating, and the red copper weights rotated around it at high speed.
The huge movement made Wang Zijia, who was in a trance, and his consciousness gradually become chaotic, suddenly wake up.
In the chaotic sea of consciousness, the golden scale was constantly vibrating, and the red copper weight rotated into three rays of light at high speed. There had never been such a violent reaction, which made Wang Zijia's complexion change slightly.
But he didn't see any new weights being born. Seeing this, Wang Zijia hesitated for a while and then carefully explored his thoughts.
"What's this?"
When Wang Zijia regained consciousness, he found that he was no longer in the woods before, but he had not entered any legendary ghost realm.
Instead, he came to a silver-white world. The whole world was silver-white, except for a golden Sanskrit text flashing in front of him.
Wang Zijia was in a silvery world, and for some reason, he had a strange feeling that he couldn't explain.
It feels very strange, but also inexplicably familiar, but after thinking about it for a long time, I didn't expect where I had experienced it.
The balance in his mind was shaking violently, and he had no time to delve into it. Wang Zijia looked at the golden Sanskrit in front of him.
This is a worn-out page, as if torn from some Buddhist classic.
As for why it is a Buddhist classic?
Because it is written in Sanskrit! ! !
It's the Sanskrit that Wang Zijia knew in his previous life!
What shocked Wang Zijia was that he clearly didn't know this thing in his previous life, let alone this one.
There were a lot of words printed on the back and front of the pages, and Wang Zijia didn't recognize them all.
But there was a piece of handwritten text before and after it. Wang Zijia understood the same text and even understood it.
Clear rules and precepts: Temporary causes and conditions, after a hundred years, each will follow the six paths and have no relationship.
The world of mortals: The sun and the moon look at each other forever, never leaving our hearts. When I saw you sitting there, your whole body seemed to be on fire.
Among them, "Clear Rules and Precepts" and "Ten Thousand Miles of Red Dust" are Wang Zijia's feelings after seeing two lines of poems. They were not written. There are only poems and no titles.
"What does it mean?"
"What about the ghost realm?"
"What's this for?"
Wang Zijia looked at this thing blankly. The pages of the book kept turning in front of Wang Zijia, while still vibrating slightly.
The equivalent balance in my mind was also vibrating at the same frequency, and golden light continued to overflow.
The next moment, Wang Zijia probably didn't move for a long time, and the equivalent balance in his mind shook a little more violently, as if he was under some kind of terrifying pressure.
While Wang Zijia felt slightly nervous, she decisively touched the golden scale and asked, as she had learned from the tips for using the golden finger before: What should I do?
【select! 】
The inexplicable information feedback left Wang Zijia still a little confused.
What to choose?
Choose [Clear Rules and Precepts] or [Ten Thousand Miles of Red Dust]?
Are these two lines of poetry clearly written by the same person two different choices?
Looking at the two lines of text above, Wang Zijia frowned slightly.
The two lines of poetry gave Wang Zijia two feelings: pure rules and regulations and the world of mortals.
Speaking of feelings alone, he would rather choose the world of mortals. but······
‘The sun and the moon look at each other forever, never leaving our hearts. When I saw you sitting there, your whole body seemed to be on fire. ’
Is this a love poem?
Moreover, it is also a love poem about cherishing spring and suffering from lovesickness!
At present, Wang Zijia's mind is full of lawsuits and he doesn't know what the situation is. He instinctively rejects this thing.
In addition, the page is obviously in Sanskrit, and the purport of the rules and precepts is obviously more consistent. If it is conservative, it should be more secure!
Wang Zijia, who didn't have much time to think, felt the golden balance in his mind vibrate more and more violently. It seemed that if he didn't get it done quickly, the balance would be unable to hold it.
He reached out decisively and touched the front.
‘Temporary causes and conditions, after a hundred years, each will follow the six paths and will not belong to each other. ’
As Wang Zijia touched the handwritten poem on the front, the pages in front of him also burst into golden light.
The next moment, in the entire silver-white space, endless silver unknown energy rushed toward Wang Zijia crazily, completely submerging Wang Zijia in it.
Wang Zijia fell into a trance again, this time completely losing consciousness.
······
"boom!"
"bump!"
"Fahui? Fahui?"
In a daze, Wang Zijia felt strong fluctuations in the spell, and the energy level was so exaggerated that his heart trembled. There were calls in my ears.
Wang Zijia woke up faintly, and saw a vast expanse of white, with countless things squirming.
It seems to be a skeleton?
The endless sea of skeletons is constantly surging.
Turning around and looking next to him, he saw a bald young man wearing a cassock, looking at him suspiciously, his face full of questions.
It seemed that he was the one who spoke just now, seemed to be talking to himself?
‘Fahui? Are you calling yourself? ’
Subconsciously, he lowered his head and realized that he was actually wearing a cassock. He stretched out his hand and touched the top of his head, feeling refreshed.
"boom!"
The strong spiritual energy fluctuation made Wang Zijia raise her head subconsciously.
What did he see? ? ?
Above the nine heavens, giant Buddhas and bloody skeletons were fighting, surrounded by smaller Vajra Arhats and horrified monsters fighting.
Looking around, the monks in the infant god realm were fighting in the sea of skeletons like soldiers. Although they were not as bad as miscellaneous soldiers, they were probably as good as the 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals in the myths and legends!
Well, Wang Zijia was one of the 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals who were sent to catch monsters in the myths and legends!
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I going to do?
If he entered the ghost domain normally, shouldn't he see a shabby area similar to a ghost ship?
What the hell is this now?
Crossed again?
Or entered the infinite flow?
At this moment, Wang Zijia was completely confused!
"Fahui, Fahui? Has your mind been impacted by the devil soul?" Beside him, the young monk looked at him in a daze, and at the same time as he called again, the rosary in his hand glowed with spiritual light, and a spiritual method of mind fell on Wang Zijia head-on.
Wang Zijia was shocked and instantly entered the sage state.
The paste in his mind quickly cleared up.
He should have entered the netherworld domain!
It's just not a regular wasteland, but a very special world of the living, like the Peach Blossom Spring.
And for unknown reasons (maybe because of the gold finger), he seemed to have entered the infinite flow mode and had an indigenous identity!
A Buddhist identity, Fahui?
So before [Choose] was to choose an identity, or a camp?
Is this strange domain a war strange domain?
A battlefield of eternal reincarnation?
But... isn't this strange domain a bit exaggerated? The fight in the sky, the fluctuations, the power, at least they are all earthly immortals, right?
The gods and Buddhas in the sky are reincarnated forever in the strange domain?
Although Shi Nie is exaggerated, it's not exaggerated to this extent!
Wang Zijia always feels that something is wrong!
Also, if an identity is given, why is there no identity-related setting information or memory?
Since it is similar to the infinite flow, if an identity is implanted, shouldn't relevant information be given? How did the gold finger do it?
Is it because I came in through the choice, not like ordinary people, directly entering the strange domain?
Or did I choose for too long just now, affecting the identity setting of the gold finger for me?
"Better!" The young monk beside Wang Zijia asked Wang Zijia with concern while Wang Zijia's thoughts were racing.
"Yes, better!" Wang Zijia calmed down a little, suppressed the idea that was about to explode, and replied.
"That's good. This is your first time to participate in the battle of the creatures in the Nether Sea. Be careful. You should be more careful of the demon souls in the dark than these skeletons." The young monk reminded.
As he spoke, he threw out a string of prayer beads. The 108 prayer beads rushed into the sea of bones like a cannonball, knocking down a piece of skeletons.
Wang Zijia: "..."
This is also an infant god!!!
And the endless sea of skeletons in front of him is not so exaggerated. Most of them are skeletons of the sacrificial wine and real person realm, which are considered small minions... fart!
Is this battlefield ghost domain so exaggerated? ! ! !
Real people are miscellaneous soldiers, and infant gods are worse than dogs!
Wang Zijia collected his thoughts and stopped worrying about why he came here. Instead, he began to observe his own situation.
They were on a hill at the moment, and there were a bunch of bald men behind them meditating and recovering.
One by one, golden runes flew out from the tops of the bald men's heads and gathered in the sky, forming a huge hemispherical light golden light shield covering the hill, protecting the resting bald monks in it.
And young monks like him fought against the light shield, as if they were taking shifts.
When they were tired, they went in and took turns with one of the densely packed bald men in the light shield.
Looking around, there were many golden light shields in the entire sea of bones.
At the core of the light shield, there were three words flashing: Sanjie Temple!
There were such flashing words in every light shield around, which should be an ancient force?
So this is an endless battlefield between the ancient Buddhist sect and the demon world?
While thinking, Wang Zijia found that he had not attacked for a long time, and someone was looking at him from the bald head who was resting and maintaining the light shield behind him. The inquiring eyes were full of questions, which meant: Do you need to rotate?
Wang Zijia saw this and carefully threw a lava fireball.
"Boom!"
The fireball exploded, blowing off a piece of skeletons. None of the people around him looked strange, as if this was the spell he should know.
Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief quietly. Fortunately, in terms of identity setting, at least he didn't have to worry about the problem of spells.
But the next moment, Wang Zijia was shocked to find that he couldn't escape into the sea of consciousness, nor could he sense his own life magic weapon!
This is not right. He can only sense a small space around the golden balance, and can't sense the boundless chaotic sea of consciousness, let alone the sea of consciousness of the demon planter.
And all over his body, except for a robe, there is only an identity token of the Three Realms Temple.
His body shape has not changed, it is still his own.
This is the appearance of my own body, but it seems not to be myself?
Illusion?
What's wrong!
Wang Zijia stuck to the light shield and mindlessly bombed the sea of skeletons while observing everything around him, and all kinds of thoughts popped up in his mind!
Until now, he is still confused.
The main reason is that he was not given any information and was suddenly thrown into such a demon battlefield, becoming a little monk fighting against people. Anyone would be confused.
He didn't even know what he was going to do after connecting.
If he had not known about the infinite flow of the heavens in his previous life and had a good ability to accept it, he would not be able to determine even the basic situation at this moment.
For a long time, Wang Zijia did not figure out the specific situation.
"Bald donkeys of the Three Realms Temple, I will fight you!"
In the sky, the huge flesh and blood skeleton suddenly made a beautiful female voice.
The next moment, flesh and blood fell all over the sky and fell into the sea of skeletons, and one flesh and blood skeleton after another was born.
Just like Monkey King plucking hair, in a blink of an eye, the skeletons doubled, and they were all flesh and blood skeletons!
"Be careful, this is a bad seed, don't get contaminated, it will be very troublesome to purify it!" Beside him, the young monk who was obviously his good friend reminded him in time.
"Huh?" Wang Zijia's eyes lit up when he heard this.
"Boom boom!"
He took a few steps forward and no longer stuck to the light shield behind him.
As the mana fluctuated, lava fireballs were thrown out, exploding the surrounding flesh and blood.
"Fahui, what are you doing? Be careful not to mess with me!"
"You shouldn't have practiced fire magic in the first place!"
"..."
Beside him, the monks who were fighting together began to speak one by one, and the already chaotic battlefield became even more chaotic.
During this process, Wang Zijia quietly stepped on a ball of flesh and blood that had not yet turned into a flesh and blood skeleton.
"Value +20,000!"
Wang Zijia looked at the value gain, his eyes bright and scary.
'Is this not an illusion? '
'Is there really a ghost realm where gods and Buddhas are fighting in the sky? ? ? ! ! ! '
'Otherwise, why would a small piece of pollution have a value of 20,000? '
Thinking constantly, Wang Zijia's actions never stopped.
He kept bombing the flesh and blood skeletons around him, which had become much stronger, and specifically looked for the flesh and blood that fell from the sky.
The battlefield around them became increasingly chaotic, and even the protective light shields began to flicker, showing a tendency to run out of mana.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a monk's body fell from the sky and landed in a sea of skeletons not far away.
"Gululu!" Wang Zijia swallowed his saliva subconsciously.
He clearly saw that the monk was dead when he fell.
Several golden lights emerged from the golden body, and fell with it to the surrounding area, and relics, magic weapons, and golden rune blocks scattered!
If the pollution is real, then this immortal Buddha who died in front of him...
"Zong Yu Venerable!"
"Zong Yu Senior!"
"Zong Yu Bodhisattva!"
"..."
Because they were not far from their light array, a group of bald heads rushed over there.
Seeing this, Wang Zijia no longer hesitated and followed decisively.
Beside him, the young monk who first awakened Wang Zijia was the fastest, rushing to the mutilated corpse first, picking up the corpse and running back.
Another monk grabbed the largest ball of light on the ground: the golden relic, which should be something like a precipitated inheritance.