The waves seem to contain the essence of Buddha and Tao, the Buddha nature of great compassion and the casualness that is transcendent beyond the world.

Buddha and Tao may only achieve perfection by combining each other, but it is impossible, because those who are compassionate and compassionate to all living beings cannot have the freedom to be transcendent and unfair at the same time, and cannot have the aura of drawing a sword for unfair things, because great compassion itself is a kind of love. Whether it is good or bad people, equally give the opportunity to be redeemed, treat and guide equally, awaken the beauty of the best in the soul, and the compassionate people believe that the darkness in the world comes from the desires deep in people's hearts, and comes from the Seven Original Sins; There is no difference between good and bad in the world, no difference between good and bad, only the difference between good and evil in the previous life. Such compassion is the compassion that Chen Fei cannot agree with, and the compassion that helps the evildoers. Chen Fei does not believe in the next life. What he wants to do is to make everyone in this world full of awe, and make people with malicious intentions dare not do evil under the majesty of the punishment of the Daozong. Perhaps from this point of view, what he wants to do is not the "Tao" that Qingshan Daozu founded the Shushan Sword Sect. But it doesn't matter, the Tao is hidden in his heart, and everyone is different. This is the Tao in Chen Fei's heart, that's all.

Exaggerated branches grow into the sky, gradually forming a ball, wrapping the three-headed and six-armed punishment body.

"Bang, bang, bang!" However, it could not stop the attack of the punishment body. The impact from the inside came in waves. Each impact caused the ball to expand violently outward, causing the branches of the banyan tree to break a little.

When the fifth collision was reached, light waves, like a cosmic explosion, exploded in the dark sky, and devastating forces scattered and roared, tearing the barriers jointly promoted by the scattered immortals, causing mottled cracks to appear in the arena built by bluestone, causing the audience to suffer from various damages.

During this period, the VIP guests in the VIP seat were the first to bear the brunt of the damage because they were closest to the ring. On Tuoba Lie's side, the two eunuchs and general managers took the initiative to stand up the moment before the disaster came and took most of the damage to the two masters. Linghu Xuanzhou and Murong Baishi were all under the impact by the secret guards who had been waiting in the dark for no reason, and no scars were left on their bodies.

However, the shock wave is not only limited to the arena, and even the vendors who takeout items and nearby residential areas have been impacted. Needless to say, the vendors, which were not big or strong, collapsed without any means when the tide-like forces rushed over, and the goods placed on them were scattered all over the ground; and the nearby houses were all built with wood and bricks, and also suffered damages of varying weight.

"What's going on?" Langtao's impact was still there, Tuoba Lie stood up, pushed away the personal manager who protected him, and looked at the ring: "Who won, let me see!"

But on the ring, there was a mess, with the huge golden body and the demon-like banyan tree scattered. Chen Fei and the monk Jingling were wrapped in red light, and the other was covered with Ling Jingzhibai, standing opposite each other, the distance between the two was no more than five meters.

The night wind blew, and the two of them stood in the ruins, giving people a different feeling.

Tuoba Lie clenched his fists hard and whispered to himself: "You must survive, Chen Fei!"

At this time, a light came down from the sky, shining on the palm of monk Jingling's upward turning hands. His eyes showed a strange spirit: "Amitabha, donor Shen, do you know a kind of swimming fish called Lingjing?"

Chen Fei watched the light gradually turn into a swimming little white fish in the palm of Monk Jingling's hand, frowned slightly, and said, "I hope to hear it carefully."

"Legends, there is a reincarnation gate in the world. Little fish like Lingjing lives on the back of the door, looking forward to the opening of the reincarnation gate at all times, and look at the appearance of the outside world." The white fish swam in the hands of Monk Jingling, without any energy coming out, and it did not seem to have a physical body. Chen Fei knew that it was just an illusion created by Monk Jingling. "However, every time the door of Reincarnation is opened, Lingjing is disappointed. It does not know why, the world always falls towards the abyss. The world is almost gone, and it keeps getting dark, so dark that it cannot see the five fingers, so dark that it destroys people's hearts.

Lingjing was very disappointed. One of them wanted to change all this. He endured the pain of the heavenly thunder and risked his life to sneak out from the side of the reincarnation gate and turned into a human body, hoping to give the world the correct guidance."

Hearing this, Chen Fei felt a little touched in his heart and looked at Monk Jingling incredibly.

The other party did not respond to his gaze, and looked at the little fish in his palm and continued, "The Lingjing is a creature inside the Reincarnation Gate, which is pure and pure. When he came to the outside world, he was contaminated with filth and made it suffer all day long. He regretted it. He wanted to go back, but he could no longer do it. The Reincarnation Gate can only go out and not enter. So Lingjing understood one thing. In fact, it means that he can run out. If he can run out, he cannot go back without completing the task of purifying the world.

So the spiritual well turned into a human body, walked in the world, and began his own journey.

However, people's hearts are evil, and the turbid world is covered by filth. Lingjing cuts flesh and feeds it to people who are about to starve to death on the roadside. As a result, when others see it, they ask him for meat to eat. Lingjing has no choice but to cut off the flesh on his body piece by piece and feed it to them. Enduring the heart-wrenching pain, people accept it with peace of mind. Instead of thanking, they become more and more greedy. Some of them even try to monopolize Lingjing to threaten others. Lingjing thinks this is wrong, so he killed him and escapes.

After this, the spiritual well became weak. In addition to the pain caused by physical injuries, the helplessness brought to him by the evil of the human heart and the despair brought to him by the dangers of the future. He really wanted to return to the other side of the door and to his brothers and sisters, but it was impossible. He paid the price for his impulse. Only by completely completing the road to purification can he reopen the door of reincarnation and return to his hometown.

Lingjing wanted to turn the world into a pure land, and he continued his own attempt. During his long journey, he met a poor mother and daughter. In order to maintain their livelihood, his mother could only do some flesh-and-hearted business on weekdays.

Lingjing wanted to help her and became a woman's husband. She got up early and went to bed late every day to maintain the livelihood of the family of three. Unexpectedly, one day when she came home, she saw the woman rolling, tangling, panting, and doing shameful things again. She was very uncomprehensible, so she asked the woman: "Why do this? She is obviously free of food and clothing, why do she still have to do this kind of flesh-and-skin business? Guess what the woman said? The woman replied, "How can I just have enough food and clothing? I still have to live a comfortable life, I still have to enjoy it, and I want to be rich and prosperous."

When he came out of his home, Lingjing was completely desperate about his desire to purify the world. He realized that human hearts are greedy and cannot be redeemed. Human hearts are evil. No matter how much they give, they can't resist the greed deep in their hearts. They always have to pray for more, more, until they are completely trapped in the abyss of desire and will never be able to withdraw.

Lingjing was really disappointed. He walked helplessly in the desolate world, immortal, old and undestructive, until one day, he saw a blind child. He saw the blind child sitting alone at the door of his house, tilting his head and smiling happily. His smile was very sweet, without a trace of impurities mixed in it, which was the purest feeling.

The long-lost passion was ignited again. Lingjing walked to the blind child and asked him in confusion, asking him what he was laughing at and what was worthy of his happiness.

Guess what the child said? The child said, my eyes can't see, so every day my father cultivates the land and gives the most abundant meals to the family. My mother cooks and weaves clothes and gives me warm care. I think the world around me is really beautiful. I think my father and mother are really kind. I can hear birds singing and feel the pigs urging the soil. I feel like a noble prince, and I feel the happiest person in the world.

The child's words exploded in the depths of Lingjing's mind like thunder, which made him suddenly realize and enlightened. He finally understood that the only way to satisfy the world and the only way to turn the dirty world into a pure land is to weave the most beautiful dream after they close their eyes and bring them the happiness they think they think they are.

That’s right, only those who firmly believe that they are happy deep in their hearts, only those who have lost comparisons with others, and only those who are in their eyes can feel happy and live in happiness forever. Therefore, if the world becomes a pure land, they need the people who live on the earth to live in dreams, live in the beautiful dreams they woven by themselves, and live in the way they want to be."

"So, you would like to use Nan Ke to dream and resolve the troubles in the world! Master Jingling, are you the Lingjing?" Shen Fei frowned and looked at the monk Jingling in the distance and felt a little sad inexplicably.

"The little monk is not a spiritual well, but the little monk and the spiritual well have the same wish. The little monk wants to purify the world and wishes to do the best of the world." Monk Jingling raised his hand, and the fish in the palm of his hand gradually changed, turning into a rich field, and laughing people were having fun on the field.

"Master Shen, people live in the world and cannot help themselves. The little monk is also helpless in the pain they bring to you." Suddenly, Monk Jingling returned to his posture of clasping his palms and disappeared from the spot.

"Mr. Shen, only by living in a dream can the desires hidden in people's hearts be satisfied, and the corners of people's mouths will always overflow, rise forever, and show happiness forever like Mr. Yang Qi."

The voice of monk Jingling turned into empty space, coming from all directions, existed in various places in the world, echoing for a long time, like a divine sound. He suddenly appeared near Shen Fei, his palms separated, his left hand stretched out, and his right hand held in front of his chest. The Buddha's words suddenly rang out, and he murmured in the ears of everyone in the arena: "Amitabha, I would like to use Nan Ke to dream and resolve the troubles in the world; I would like to walk on the dangerous roads of the world and build a pure land of bliss."

Miaomiao Buddha's voice resounded, and Monk Jingling pushed it out with one hand, pressing against Chen Fei's forehead. Yang Rong stood up from the audience, tears instantly surged, her fingers tightly tugged together, and she burst into tears: "Can't even that man do it? Brother Qi, I'm afraid no one in the world can stop that demon monk. The demon monk wants to turn the world into the ideal hometown in his heart and into the Shura hell!"

Nalan Ruoxue rushed to the ring with a sword, but was blocked by Chu Xie who jumped out of nowhere. "Don't move, this is the battle between the two of them, it is the conquest of Tao and Buddha, and you are not allowed to interfere."

Unexpectedly, Ruoxue set out his sword without saying a word and stabbed him in the vest!

Chu Xie narrowed his eyes and took over her attack.

At the same time, Tuoba Lie took a step forward, clenched his fists, and said helplessly: "Are you losing a little? I finally saw some hope, it's a pity."

Linghu Xuanzhou, who was separated from him from the north and south, shook his head and sighed: "The dispute between Taoism and Buddha is over. The Dao Sect's wish to go down the mountain is probably delayed by another five hundred years."

Before he finished speaking, he was shocked to see Shen Fei, who was pressed against the eyebrows by the Buddha's hand, suddenly exploded, split into pieces, turning into petals and flying. "The art of immortal puppets! Master Jingling, this is my way of dealing with it."

Chen Fei appeared behind Master Jingling, and his sword moved forward and stabbed the other party's vest. Until this time, Chen Fei did not want to take off Monk Jingling's life. The sword tip deviated from his heart and stabbed it into his stomach. Unexpectedly, Monk Jingling's head turned into a human face, stretched his left and right arms, holding swords and axes. The newly transformed human face slowly opened his eyes, as if opening another door deep in Master Jingling's heart: "Donor Chen, don't be fine." The swords and axes fell down at the same time.

Chen Fei was really shocked. The human face transformed from behind was completely different from Monk Jingling. It contained aura of hostility and murderous intent, and the calm breath disappeared. At this moment when he was either dead, that is, I died, instinct played a role. The intention of returning the sword was fully opened, and he was erected forward. The sword intent was awesome. The sword tip pierced straight into Monk Jingling's chest, piercing his front and back.

Only by stabbing into the chest can you kill Monk Jingling in the shortest time to prevent the sharp weapon in his hand from falling! At the critical moment, between life and death, Chen Fei's compassion can no longer play a role, and the desire to survive has prevailed.

"Puff!" The sword edge pierced the body of Monk Jingling, Chen Fei bowed his body, gasped and covered in sweat. His eyes were frightened, as if he had done something he hated the most. After realizing that he had killed Monk Jingling, he hurriedly let go of his hands and let go of the magic sword Chaohua Xishi, which he should have been holding tightly.

"Master Jingling, I didn't mean it." He explained anxiously.

"No, donor Chen, you did a good job. These are what the little monk owes you. The little monk hopes to forgive you for your sins." The face that grew from behind the head turned into tranquility again and again, and became the truest appearance of Monk Jingling. The knife and axe in his hand disappeared. His throat coughed again and again, and every time he coughed, he spit out a large mouthful of thick slurry. Monk Jingling used all his last strength to clasp his palms: "Amitabha!"

The last time he swore that he had worshipped his faith, Monk Jingling's head drooped, standing alone and full of sadness in the moonless night, losing all his vitality.
Chapter completed!