Chapter 532 Lihua Mountain is magnificent. The floating island is suspended in the sky. In the sky above the sky in the distance, there seems to be a golden sun shining magnificently.
But only those who know the truth will know that it is not the sun at all. It is not even the brilliance of the sun.
In this area, it will not have any impact on the environment here. The sun-like thing floating in the sky.
It is an immortal treasure. At the same time, it is also the core of the protective formation here. As long as it is protected by this immortal treasure.
Then breaking the barrier here is almost impossible. This is also common sense shared by the three races.
The holy places of each of the three tribes will not suffer any devastating blow unless Mahayana joins forces to attack.
And can Mahayana take action easily? Of course not. Therefore, although the three tribes each have their own plans and threats.
But the three races firmly believe that the fire is immortal. This is also the fundamental reason for the balance of the three races. Of course, Mahayana cannot take action at will.
But below the Mahayana, they can act independently. There is no telling when or when someone will really break this balance.
Either they unite vertically or horizontally, or someone destroys the Great Wall. But until that moment comes, the three tribes can only maintain this balance.
This is the case with the Mount of Saints where the Holy Law Church is located. The brilliance of the Mount of Saints makes it almost impossible for outsiders to peek into it.
Because, under the cover of this fairy treasure, when the outside world sees everything here, it is just like looking at the sun.
Everything is in the light. Everything is extremely clean. This is the hope of mankind.
It is also where the fire of the human race is located. The reason why the Holy Mountains are called this is not because it is really just a mountain.
On the contrary, there are several main peaks here, but more of them are various floating islands. Each of these floating islands is a blessed place.
The space in it may even not obey the laws of physics at all. For example, a seemingly small floating island.
It is very possible that you will only find out after entering it that the area there is no less than that of a large mountain. There are even floating islands that are tens of thousands of square kilometers in size.
Among them, the mountains and lakes form their own system. You can also use the power of the Dharma Protector Immortal Treasure to control the day, night, winter and summer here at will.
It completely feels like a small world. Therefore, this kind of floating island is also called a blessed land. Among the blessed lands here.
These great monks can enjoy the flowers during the day, the moon at night, the rain in the spring, and the snow in the winter. The scene changes in a single thought.
And just on one of the floating islands, I saw a hill covered with pear blossoms. In this blessed land.
Obviously, this small mountain is not as tall as the other mountains. But this mountain seems to be the core of the entire blessed land.
Because no matter how hard people on other mountains try, they can't get a glimpse of this mountain.
Of course, it is impossible for them to do that. Because it is undoubtedly the greatest blasphemy to the owner of this blessed land.
The eyes of other people looking at this Floating Lihua Mountain include not only reverence, but also reverence. Because this is the status of the owner of this floating island.
At this moment, in a small courtyard on this hill, in a small bookstore, there is a volume. Yes, this is a paper volume.
However, the things on this scroll are not simple words. It seems that this should be a word that has been lost and used for a long time.
But this monk looked at it extremely carefully and carefully. He even seemed to be afraid of missing any details.
This monk seems to be only about thirty years old. This is a very mysterious age.
If it is too light, it will obviously lack a sense of majesty. If it is too old, it will look a little unattractive.
Therefore, thirty. It must be thirty. This seems to be a good age. It is also an age that people can like.
And this monk is wearing a black earth-colored robe. This kind of clothes, as long as there is the slightest flaw in the skin color.
That is also uncontrollable. But this monk looks good in it. It seems that he should wear robes of this color.
Moreover, the color of the robe also made the monk's lips look plumper and fuller. Although his full head of black hair was also combed into a bun.
But most of the hair is scattered casually. Although it seems a little unruly, but combined with the temperament, it suddenly looks full of natural and harmonious rhythm.
This monk is just sitting here quietly, but it seems that he can become a scenery alone. A scenery that no mortal can look directly at.
And the environment here is indeed quiet. There is not even a servant. There is really no need for it.
Any need this monk has is just a thought. Everything he wants can be done instantly.
And those things, if someone does it for you, it will break the artistic conception here. Yes, that is the fact.
The closest servant is also at the foot of the mountain in Zhuangzi. Only when the master needs it, will he appear nearby.
It could even be that the existence of these servants is not so much about serving people, but more about something that exists out of necessity.
After all, according to the monk's identity, only these people can match his identity. But these are actually for the monk.
None of it is important. Yes, these things are really of no importance to the monks. In the face of the monks' cultivation.
All needs are just manifestations of desire. Of course, he also has things he needs to do.
At this moment, his incarnations are also acting under his arrangement. Yes, this is the ability of a monk.
It can even be said that for him, this ability only exists out of necessity.
Right now, he seemed to only care about the book he was reading in front of him. It was as if this book was what he really cared about.
But even though he was so concerned, he still seemed to have many things he didn't understand about the book. But the monk was very patient.
He doesn't care about time. Time, for his longevity, it seems that ordinary time doesn't have much meaning.
It's as if this place will always be like this, and the years will calm down. The sunshine is scattered, the windows are bright and clean, and the fragrance is heavy.
There was even the fragrance of pear blossoms floating in the distance. But at this moment, for some unknown reason, the wind in the small hall suddenly became stronger.
Of course, this would not affect the monk's interest in reading. He did not move, except the little finger of his right hand, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
Suddenly he moved slightly. Then, he became quiet again. His face was quiet, and the smell of books remained.
But that breeze seemed to be very dishonest. Yes, it was so dishonest. Not only did that breeze not stop there.
But it seemed to be even more restless. The strong wind suddenly lifted the curtain of the study.
At the same time, the original incense of the birds was also torn to pieces. But the monk still turned a blind eye.
It seems that, for him, this breeze should appear at this time. Not only will it not disturb his movements.
Not even a trace of his mind would be affected. He really did it. If he is strong, the breeze blows on the hills; if he is horizontal, the bright moon shines on the river; but the gust of wind does not seem to know how to restrain it.
He also seemed to feel the monk's attitude. Therefore, he became more unscrupulous. As a result, he not only became more energetic.
Even the monk's hair was tied up. Finally, the monk frowned slightly. At the same time, he sighed and said: "If you have something to say, just say it. Haha, I didn't expect that it took me a while to even come in here. But
, Aren’t you afraid that this breath will be killed directly?” I don’t know who he said this to.
Anyway, the monk didn't raise his head. He continued to look at the book in his hand. Anyway, he didn't even raise his eyelids.
At the same time, his voice is actually not loud. It's like he knows that no matter how loud he speaks.
Not a single sound would come out. It was as if he knew that no matter how quiet he spoke, the person could still hear it.
And as the monk finished speaking, the gust of wind suddenly listened. Then, suddenly, a ball of pitch-black black energy appeared out of thin air.
I don’t know what this black energy is made of. Anyway, it just appeared out of thin air. And, it slowly turned into a human form.
A black humanoid, a completely lifeless humanoid. The appearance of this humanoid could not be clearly seen. We could only see that it was wearing a strange robe.
Everything else seemed to be in the haze. What's even more strange is that this black shadow didn't even have any other breath.
That's right. This black shadow seemed to appear out of thin air. It didn't have any vitality at all. At the same time, it didn't have the slightest trace of death either.
This black shadow actually does not have any breath. Yes, there are no other breath impurities at all.
There is no smell. He exists. So he exists. Really, it seems that he only exists.
If it weren't for the eyes, or even impossible to find, there would be signs of such a thing here.
After hearing the monk's words, the shadow man slowly condensed into shape. Then he suddenly smiled and said: "Haha, this is not your temple. Is there anything that cannot be entered? Moreover, my spiritual thoughts want to appear.
Where is it? Who can really stop me?" The voice was very calm.
I could only hear that it was a man's voice. I couldn't hear anything else. Yes, there was no emotion in this man's voice.
Yes, this voice was very steady. Obviously, he was talking about something that should make him proud.
He also seemed to be saying something that made him show off enough. However, there was no emotion at all in his voice.
This scene is really weird. It's as if everything that can identify emotions has disappeared.
It makes people sound. It sounds like there is a strange sense of holiness. Yes, it is a sense of holiness.
There is only one feeling when it sounds. If, if there really is a god, then the voice of the god should generally be like this.
At this time, the monk's words also came over.
"Haha, that's very impressive. Anyway, if I want to enter your place, I can't do this to you. It seems that your methods are really good. If I have the chance, it seems that I really want to learn from you.
." The monk continued without raising his head.
He seemed to be talking to himself. These words seemed to be spoken casually by him. However, when he said "learn it, learn it".
Obviously, the shadow man's eyes moved. Yes, although this shadow man has no face.
There is no emotion. Even if you look closely, you will feel that he is very hazy. But just now, that moment.
His eyes really seemed to move. He seemed to be concerned about what the monk said.
"Xue Yi Xue" felt very scared. But the monk didn't seem to be aware of this. Anyway, from the beginning.
He just said what he said. It was as if he had been talking to himself all the time. Yes, his eyes never changed.
The pages of the book have not changed. People don't even know whether he is really reading a book at this moment. If he is reading a book, why not turn the pages?
Could it be that the content of this page is too profound and cannot be turned over? Or maybe he is actually observing the shadow man.
But what's going on if you don't look at people? These things are so abnormal. But such abnormal things.
But it really happened here. The monk continued very naturally: "I thought you all liked the light. After all, you have always said that you should believe in the light." This sentence seemed to make the shadow man reply.
Arrive at your home court.
He found his position again. He returned to an area that he could deal with. So at this time, he seemed to be calm and said: "Where there is light, there must be dark shadows. Where there is sun, there must also be night."
.This is the truth that God brought to the world. Only those who truly understand light will understand darkness better." This person said plausibly.
Although he still had no expression and no emotion in his voice, there was still a sense of indifference and superiority between the lines.
After hearing this, the monk finally had his first expression. Although he still did not raise his eyes to look at the black shadow.
He didn't speak to the shadow, but the corners of his mouth moved. He was laughing. He was mocking.
Yes, he smiled. Although the smile was hidden, he really laughed. Just because he felt that there was something really funny here.
"Haha, you are really good at pretending." These words caught the shadow man off guard. He really didn't expect that the majestic peak of the human race.
An eight-star lawyer can actually say such dirty words without restraint. This...
For the shadow man, it was too little. He remembered the last time he heard such words. That was the last time.
That's right, last time. He didn't let him sigh for too long. He just heard the monk continue to say: "Haha, for a while, I hope that when your spiritual mind is destroyed, you can also think more about this truth. Even, you
The explanation made me think that you should be a black night." The monk actually said that the shadow man's spiritual thoughts would be destroyed as soon as he opened his mouth.
This is really a bit surprising.
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Please remember the domain name of this book:.The Moral Record of the Mortician