"I taught your brother a lesson; I gave your son away; today I will also buy your mother-in-law's fan. Recognize the master and correct the consequences! This is the only road left for us to take. Don't you understand, eldest brother?"
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"I thought that after I accumulated merit and ranked among the immortals, they would let me go, and let you go too. It turns out that it is a sin for a person like me to live alone. To put it bluntly, a demon is a demon!"
"It doesn't matter if you become a Buddha, that hoop will always be on your head!"
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In a dilapidated temple, Sun Wukong suddenly woke up from his deep sleep, his eyes gradually focused, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief and murmured to himself: "Hey, it turned out to be Nan Ke Yimeng, a false alarm!"
This dream is truly too thrilling and frightening!
I remember back then, on the way westward, in order to help his former sworn brother, the Bull Demon King, he, Sun Wukong, did not hesitate to confront the spy sent by the Heavenly Court - the Jade Faced Princess, and finally turned her invisible.
Princess Iron Fan's most precious banana fan was also cleverly transferred to the heaven, and the red boy was also sent to the seat of Guanyin Bodhisattva. After a lot of painstaking efforts, just to make Lao Niu wake up: if the demon clan wants to live in peace, they can only obey the destiny and be included in the immortal class.
right way.
However, the Bull Demon King is a Bull Demon King after all, with a strong temperament, just like the stubborn bull in the mountains. Even if he gets what he wants in his dream and finds a place in heaven, he still cannot change his unruly nature.
He actually imitated Yang Jian, the supreme judicial god, and did the thing of "obeying the orders but not the announcements". He nominally surrendered to the heaven, but in fact he was free from the three realms and continued to make trouble in the lower realms, completely ignoring the laws and precepts of heaven.
But having said that, Yang Jian, Erlang Shen, has such a noble status, what is standing behind him, and has the ability to reach heaven and earth, how can it be compared to ordinary people?
On the other hand, although the eldest brother, the Bull Demon King, is also a hero, the difference between the two is more than just clouds and mud.
In the end, the Bull Demon King was defeated by the heavenly soldiers and generals led by Yang Jian. At that moment, he seemed to suddenly realize and regret, and instead united with the great demons he had formed on the way to learn the scriptures in the past, and aimed the spearhead at his own
A former brother.
At that time, although I had perfected my merits and was promoted to Buddha, and the bodhisattva was compassionate, he took off the tight curse, and was able to practice meditation in Mount Emei, enjoy a peaceful place, and became an auspicious omen in the eyes of everyone.
However, things are unpredictable. In a series of complicated calculations and conspiracies, he was eventually pushed to the opposite side of heaven, and even tragically lost his life at the hands of his closest eldest brother, the Bull Demon King.
But brother, do you think you can win the favor and trust of heaven in this way?
In the end, not only did he fail to achieve his wish, but his family was ruined. His wife and children died innocently and tragically. He also suffered a torture that had not been seen in a century, skinning, removing bones and refining the marrow. The pain was indescribable, and life was worse than death.
There was also the fourth sister, and Kang Jinlong who had helped him once. That guy had been screwed by him once, and it seemed that he had awakened some weird quirk.
But in the end...
Demons are demons! They have only one life, and that is a miserable life!
"Alas!" Sun Wukong sighed deeply, and the voice seemed to carry thousands of thoughts. He slowly raised his head, his eyes penetrated the broken roof of the ruined temple, and cast his gaze towards the vast expanse, the deep blue but frightening
Sky.
The sky was pure and mysterious, but it made him feel an indescribable depression, as if even his breathing became heavier.
Such a day is really suffocating!
Just as he was immersed in his own thoughts, a naive pig-head suddenly appeared in front of him, squinting his eyes and smiling, looking at Sun Wukong up and down, and then spoke to break the silence.
"Senior Brother, look at you, we are about to complete our merits, step into Buddhism, and become a lofty Buddha. Why are you looking sad instead?"
Sun Wukong stood up slowly. His back was no longer as straight as it used to be. He looked a little hunched over, showing an old look. He was completely different from the high-spirited and sharp-edged figure he used to be when he was making trouble in the Heavenly Palace.
Along the way, he has experienced so much, seen the joys and sorrows, and tasted the ups and downs. What he has accumulated in his heart is not only wisdom, but also unspeakable fatigue and vicissitudes.
Perhaps, this is the intention of Heavenly Court. They want to slowly sharpen this sharp knife to make it more rounded, and then add a solid handle to it, so that it can cut through thorns without losing its stability and restraint.
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"Idiot, please tell me, what on earth is a Buddha?" Sun Wukong stepped out of the temple gate, his eyes following the leisurely white clouds on the horizon, with a somewhat distant tone in his voice.
Hearing this, Zhu Bajie chuckled at first, then put his hands together pretending to be profound, with a pious expression on his face: "Amitabha, the Buddha is the one who consciously awakens to Him, and is the state of perfect enlightenment. He can truly know and see the nature of all dharmas, and achieve the incomparable
The Great Enlightened One who is waiting for perfect enlightenment.”
Sun Wukong frowned and interrupted impatiently: "Speak like a human being!!"
Zhu Bajie chuckled, put away his posture, and said honestly: "To put it bluntly, he is a high-level practitioner with a well-established organization!"
Hearing this, Sun Wukong smiled even more bitterly, and continued to sigh: "Oh, how high do you have to go in this path of cultivation to be considered truly high?"
As he spoke, he opened his palms. Although the palms were covered with fine monkey hair, they seemed to contain indescribable majestic power.
After five hundred years of suppression, his magic power was blocked, and he only relied on iron pills and copper juice to feed himself every day. His spirituality was almost completely eroded by the years. If he hadn't been lucky enough to eat a few fairy peaches every year to continue his life, I'm afraid even the great gods in heaven would not be able to survive.
The mount can easily crush him.
However, since he embarked on the journey to the west, as his merits have accumulated day by day, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and his combat power has soared. Even with the Tathagata Buddha's brother-in-law, the ominous, red-haired, unmatched speed Dapeng
When demon saints fight against each other, they can be evenly matched.
Dapeng Demon Saint is the best among the super monsters. In addition to his extraordinary talents and extremely fast speed, he is almost invincible. He is the ultimate master among the golden immortals.
Being able to compete equally with him is undoubtedly an affirmation of Sun Wukong's strength.
But Sun Wukong couldn't help but ask himself: Did I really win this with my own strength? Or was it the power of merit or the help of other unknown factors?
How much of this power belongs to him?
Once you step into the Holy Land of Lingshan, receive the title of Buddha, and receive the blessings of the gods, everyone present will instantly have the strength of at least the Golden Immortal level. What's more, if you can truly become a Buddha, your strength will be close to that of Taiyi Golden Immortal. , it is only a short distance away from the legendary realm of immortal Daluo Jinxian.
However, all this splendor and power is like a mirror, a flower in the water, an illusion, and is not created by one's own strength.
Sun Wukong couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart, his golden eyes flashed with complex light, and his thoughts drifted to the awe-inspiring Yang Jian.
How did he do it? Before anyone noticed it, he already possessed such shocking power? The mystery of this made Sun Wukong both envious and confused.
Recalling that dangerous experience, he was firmly trapped by the golden cymbal made by the boy Huang Mei under the throne of the future Buddha Maitreya. It seemed that there was no way out between heaven and earth. If he could not escape within three days, he would disappear into nothing.
In times of crisis, Bajie was lucky enough to be brave and go to heaven and earth to invite the twenty-eight stars to help. However, the stars took turns to fight, but they were helpless and saw that hope was about to be shattered.
At a critical moment, a resourceful Xingxu proposed a bold strategy - let Bajie scold Yang Jian, the god of justice, in the temple.
This Yang Jian has great supernatural powers. No matter where in the three realms, as long as someone mentions his name, he can sense it.
Sure enough, with a loud thunder, a tiny gap opened on the golden cymbal. Although it was not enough for Sun Wukong to escape directly, it became the only chance of survival.
Upon seeing this, Kang Jinlong immediately stepped forward and blocked the gap with his hard dragon horns. Sun Wukong skillfully drilled a small hole in his dragon horns, attached himself to it, and slowly slid along the narrow passage. came out and finally saw the light of day again.
When he walked out of the ruined temple, the scene in front of him instantly shocked his soul.
At the entrance of the temple, Zhu Bajie was scorched black, as if he had just stepped out of thunder and fire, while above the sky, dark clouds were rolling, thunder and lightning danced like snakes, the power of the sky was so majestic that everyone present felt oppressed like suffocation.
Under the dense dark clouds, a figure stood out of thin air, as if breathing and sharing the same destiny with the heaven and earth.
He carried it on his back with one hand and waved a black folding fan leisurely with the other hand. His calmness and otherworldliness instantly attracted everyone's attention. Every tiny movement he made closely affected everyone present. One's heartstrings.
That figure was majestic and powerful, and the momentum it exuded was enough to intimidate all things and make people feel in awe.
At that moment, Sun Wukong found that he had lost the courage to even lift the golden cudgel.
Why? Logically speaking, his age is about the same as Yang Jian's by a few decades. He is still born divine, and his talent is even higher than his. Why are there so many differences in everyone's strength?
Is there something wrong?
e=(′o｀*)))Alas!
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Guanjiangkou, Zhenjun Mansion.
In the garden, the flowers are in full bloom, and the spring breeze blows gently, bringing bursts of floral fragrance and vitality.
At this time, Yang Jian, the god of justice, was playing an extraordinary game with the little yellow cat leisurely.
This is not an ordinary Go battle, but a battle of wisdom on a god-level chessboard. The chessboard is large and infinite in length and width, and is enough to carry the boundless computing power of Daluo Jinxian and even higher-level experts.
For them, Go, a small game in the world, is just a game where they can understand the overall situation at the snap of their fingers. Whoever makes the move first will win as easily as picking up the treasure. But here, the placement of every move contains careful consideration and endless changes.
Of course, what was playing chess with the little yellow cat at this moment was only a tiny part of Yang Jian's vast spiritual consciousness.
His main body is immersed in the ascetic practice of seclusion, pursuing a higher realm; while the other part of his spiritual consciousness is closely connected with the priesthood of the judicial god, executing punishments on behalf of heaven, and maintaining the order and justice of the three realms.
On the path of immortal cultivation, the realms are distinct. From low to high, they are ordinary immortals, true immortals, heavenly immortals, golden immortals, Taiyi golden immortals, Daluo golden immortals, and up to the legendary quasi-sage and saint realms. They span the eternity.
Immortal, immortal in the world.
Although the path to the priesthood is different from the cultivation of immortals, in terms of combat power, the two often reach the same goal through different paths.
Now, Yang Jian's cultivation has reached the pinnacle of Daluo Jinxian. He only needs to follow the supreme method left by the saint, resolutely cut out three corpses, and successfully fuse three extremely rare innate spiritual treasures, and he can jump to the pinnacle in one step.
There is only a thin line between the highest realm of saints and the legendary realm of saints.
The so-called "killing the three corpses" is actually a profound analysis and purification of the inner world of the practitioner. The "three corpses" respectively symbolize the good thoughts, evil thoughts and obsessions that are difficult to let go of in the human heart.
The path of spiritual practice is to have the courage to cut off these constraints, eliminate the roots of desire, and ensure that the soul is pure and flawless, so as to reach the highest state of transcending the cycle of life and death.
At the same time, this process also means to eliminate all traces in the world, that is, to cut off the fetters of the past, present and future three lives. Once successful, you will be able to transcend the constraints of the three worlds, not be restricted by the five elements, and be free between heaven and earth.
Of course, Yang Jian has innate spiritual treasures, and there are many more. Besides teasing little girls, Le Ye's biggest hobby is picking up things outside. He doesn't want many things after picking them up, so he just throws them away, and there are many spiritual treasures among them.
However, Yang Jian always had a doubt in his heart about the method of killing three corpses.
In his view, the foundation of spiritual practice lies in conforming to nature and cultivating the mind, rather than forcibly dividing oneself and cutting off the roots. True detachment does not mean completely abandoning the obsession with good and evil, but rather how to control these emotions and desires and make them
Be the force that drives yourself forward.
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Moreover, there is an ancient prophecy circulating in the world that "three thousand avenues will lead to sainthood", which makes people wonder: in this vast universe, do there really exist three thousand avenues, or are the number of avenues far exceeding this number and endless?
The ultimate pursuit of practitioners in the Daluo realm is to deeply understand and control the laws of the world. If you can completely understand and master any law, you will be the pinnacle of the spiritual path and stand out from the crowd.
However, what is the secret of the legendary realm of saints? Does it mean that practitioners need to develop more powerful and perfect new rules on top of the existing rules, so as to carry forward the past and open up the future, leading the changes in the world?
Or perhaps, a saint can create something out of thin air, formulate a new law that is beneficial to all things in the world, and become the maker of a new order in the universe?
Moreover, the process of integrating innate spiritual treasures is actually to deeply integrate the principles of heaven and earth contained in the spiritual treasures with the true spirit of the practitioner, so that his power and wisdom can leap forward. In this way, if you can master more than three avenues,
, whose cultivation level is naturally far superior to those powerful Da Luo people who are only proficient in one area.
But the question also arises. The innate spiritual treasure is the essence of the natural birth of heaven and earth, and contains endless mysteries. Once a practitioner integrates it, does it mean that it has invisibly formed a cause and effect with the way of heaven?
This debt of karma may at least affect the path of spiritual practice, or at worst may endanger life, causing practitioners to pay an unimaginable price.
Yang Jian stroked his chin gently, his eyes flashed with a deep light, and he thought to himself.
What kind of avenue should he create so that he can truly integrate into the context of this world?
You know, sitting next to Le Ye, he seems to be in an ocean of inspiration, new ideas are constantly emerging like a spring, and the outline of a new avenue has quietly taken shape in his heart. However, faced with many choices, it is necessary to choose the most suitable one.
The path to coexist harmoniously with himself and the way of heaven made him feel unprecedentedly embarrassed.
Furthermore, once you embark on the path of a saint, it means that you are closely connected with the way of heaven, and every step in the future will be profoundly affected by the way of heaven.
How to walk the road after becoming a saint?
For thousands of years, those aloof saints have been as far away as the stars. They have lived in seclusion in the chaos beyond the thirty-third heaven, isolated from the world, and no longer set foot in the affairs of the three realms.
This can't help but make Yang Jian wonder: Are they pursuing a higher level of transcendence, or have they been tightly bound by the shackles of heaven?
Shaking his head, Yang Jian gave a bitter smile, secretly laughing at himself for being too unfounded. Sometimes, thinking too much makes it easy to get lost, so it is better to focus on the road to sainthood in front of you.
Just as he was immersed in his own thoughts, a hurried report interrupted his contemplation: "Report to the True Lord, the Eighth Princess secretly descended to earth and fell in love with a mortal man. The Queen Mother has issued an order demanding severe punishment!
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Hearing this, Yang Jian's face instantly darkened, and a surge of anger surged into his heart.
He slammed the chessboard in front of him, and there was a loud "bang" sound. The chessboard instantly fell into pieces and the pieces scattered all over the floor.
"What are these fairies thinking?" he growled angrily.
After scolding Yang Jian, he no longer had the intention to play chess. He stood up and left angrily, leaving the astonished little yellow cat in the yard.
The little yellow cat looked at the chess game that was about to determine the winner but was dissipated by the anger of shoveling shit, a trace of doubt and contemplation flashed in his eyes.
