A bit of cold light first burst out from the center of Baizhu's eyebrows, and soon, the mysterious light spread like the sea and the tide, all of them showed movement.
His body seemed to be penetrated, and rays of great light shot out, like a mountain torrent bursting through the embankment, as bright as the sun, covering up the firelight of the dead city, shining brightly and shining in all directions.
The pure and pure Red Dragon True Qi, the moment the great light is generated in the body, there is an immediate distinction between clear and turbid colors.
There are ninety-nine and eighty-one channels of pure Qi and fifty-five and twenty-five channels of turbid Qi. These innate essences, either clear or turbid, are stagnated in the Niwan Palace. Every time you breathe in and out, some chaotic Qi currents tremble slightly.
, slowly flowing around the body.
Qi originally has no image, it can be clear, it can be turbid, it can be dark, it can also be brilliant.
However, when the heart meridian exhales the true energy, it is inevitable that the formless and indeterminate energy will be contaminated with various colors.
The Vajra Realm is said to have no leaks in the heavens, which means that the turbid air in the body must be cut off, and the turbid energy in the body must be returned to the innate world to achieve a treasured body without leaks.
This move is related to the success or failure of the great avenue, the quality of the diamond, and ordinary people are just cautious and fearful.
I'm afraid of cutting off a ray of pure Qi, and I'm also afraid of leaving a trace of turbid Qi.
But in front of the properties panel, you only need to gently press the "".
Everything after that will fall into place.
There is no suspense whatsoever.
Originally, breaking through the Vajra was extremely difficult for martial arts cultivators.
At this moment, it is as easy as eating and drinking.
Without even using Baizhu's thoughts, the great light within the body split into a blade, cutting through the twenty-five turbid energies and slashing them out of the body one by one.
Immediately.
There was a soft bang behind the head.
It's like someone holding a small jade bell and knocking it gently.
The consciousness fell into the boundless emptiness, empty and without a thing, just like the moment when all things were first transformed.
Baizhu, who had just finished cutting off the turbidity, was not as surprised as the silence of all things became restless again.
The waves of memory are churning, old events, scenes from the past, scenes that have been fleeting in my mind, things that have been dormant for a long time, gradually become clear and vivid, and take on real form.
On the eve of the time when he had just traveled through time, everyone was in a state of confusion, the pain of being whipped by Zhao Xiu himself, the joy of being surprised to see the attribute panel, and the fear of the appearance of living corpses.
The Dragon Palace Sword beheaded Chen Jizi, and Jiang Yaoshi was crushed by the battlefield. He had seen the horrific sight of flesh and blood rotting into mud under the torrent of thousands of troops. He had also gone in and out of Qingming with a brilliant sword.
Life and death, spiritual practice, martial arts, all kinds of emotions are stirring endlessly.
On the roof of Zangyue Tower, the large tiles were illuminated by the sunlight that day, like a large sparkling lake.
The sudden freezing of the scene made Bai Shu lose his concentration for a rare moment.
The rows of glazed tiles are dazzling, and the halo makes everything brighter. Above the head, a gentle halo slowly falls.
"You can't use Fire Thunder, as it will attract other living corpses."
He saw the little girl with messy hair purse her lips and speak seriously to him with strange and unfamiliar emphasis.
"I know you."
With a serious face, she nodded in affirmation.
So real, so close, like the scene of meeting for the first time.
In his memory, the embarrassed young man who was vomiting blood and alert and the current self seemed to overlap.
Downstairs in Zangyue, Bai Shu raised his head high. Next to him, lying the instructor of the nursing home who was shot dead by an arrow.
"How is it possible..."
The flame in Baizhu's golden pupils flickered and dimmed slightly.
"It's been a long time..."
Bai Shu smiled slowly and shook his head.
In this world of illusions or mental images, he could even hear the sound of flowing wind, and the countless small white flowers of the almond trees were swept high into the sky and blown into a misty patch.
"I like those with long breasts and thighs..."
Xie Fanjing's face was so close, as beautiful as jade. Baizhu looked at her and murmured in his heart:
"When did I change my preference?"
He paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed to himself and fell silent.
Everywhere was clear and desolate, and in the vagueness, Baizhu's vision was infinitely expanded and extended. He was thrown thousands of miles away in an instant, but he was in every land thousands of miles away.
Baizhu seemed to see the ebb and flow of the South China Sea, and the red-faced monk riding the Qi wave, giving birth to a vacuum lotus with every step; in the dry and silent Dayin Mountain, Song Chi held it, with a face that seemed sad and happy, with an uncertain expression; Fenyin City
, the shy Tie Zhu's cheeks became much rounder. He secretly hid behind the curtain of the cloth shop and looked at the woman buying vegetables on the street. His legs shook like chaff.
The field of vision turned again and switched again.
In the Great Zen Temple, Wu Xian was sitting on a high platform, with golden clouds and pearls floating beside him. He faced the monks calmly, his lips moved slightly, and the ripples between his brows slowly moved away;
Strange beasts are walking on the Tongjiang River, riding on the waves with four hooves; the sky in Fengshan is bright, and all the bald heads are gathering together to play and play.
now.
In the small village, the magic foot monk who was cooking porridge was suddenly startled. He raised his head and his eyes were thousands of miles away.
"You have achieved Vajra."
The magic-footed monk took out the last unburned dry wood and put it out in the ash pit.
Beside him stood Wang Qiuyi and Qing Lijun, who looked miserable and full of complaints.
"It's interesting."
Wang Qiuyi narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled.
"There's a fart!"
Qing Lijun cursed softly in his heart, but still dared not speak out in anger.
At this moment, Baizhu's vision was finally fixed.
In Baimao Mountain, in the warm southern country, the snow has stopped early.
The little girl was holding a fat and colorful cat, her eyes were sleepy on the desk, and her little head was moving a little bit.
Bai Shu looked at it silently for a long time and suddenly closed his eyes.
"Disperse!"
He stretched out his hand and brushed it away, as if to sweep away all the debris and dust in front of the case.
Disperse!
Faintly, there was a soft and harmonious voice.
No mountains, no lakes or seas, no cities, no living beings.
A nine-story ladder appeared under his feet. In the boundless void, Bai Shu climbed up the steps step by step, his body surface blazing with light.
Every time he took a step, his body made the crisp sound of breaking eggshells, and great light emitted majestically from the mouth, nose, acupoints, and every pore.
“My hands are planting green seedlings all over the field, and when I lower my head, I can see the sky in the water.
Only when the six roots are pure can one achieve enlightenment, and retreat is actually forward."
He sang a Zen poem in a low voice and walked up the last step of the stairs with a smile.
Boom boom boom!!!!!!
The heaven and earth were filled with loud roaring sounds, and all mental images disappeared in the loud sound.
In the sky, a flawless body cast by light and carved by diamond stretched out its hand with a smile on its face.
Solemn, dazzling, clear, untainted...
Baizhu, who was as majestic and heavy as Mount Sumeru, and radiated great light all over his body, slowly raised his head. He was like a heavenly being. Never before at this moment, had anyone been more like a heavenly being than him.
Between his eyebrows, a broken golden lotus slowly emerged.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
He spoke to the white-robed monk who suddenly appeared in front of him, and his voice was like thunder thrown down from the clouds by the gods.
