At the end of the vacuum tunnel was a tall, thin old man, nine feet tall.
Under Guang Hui's gaze, he saw that the old man was wearing black clothes, a mountain crown on his head, and a dull and slightly chipped jade ornament. The old man's forehead was bald and broad, and the tendrils on his square face were white, giving him an old appearance.
And kind. His appearance does not look like the docile old gentleman in the academy. It gives the impression that he is no more than the kind old man who can be seen everywhere in the market. But when he looks up occasionally, his expression is like an old dragon opening his eyes.
Thousands of majesties.
"Master?"
The surprised Guanghui was stunned, and he bowed down in astonishment:
"Why are you here, Master? Little monk——"
"Please tell me a little bit more."
The tall, thin old man smiled warmly and kindly interrupted Guang Hui's words.
His figure swayed slightly in the void, and then suddenly disappeared from the place without a trace. Guang Hui frowned and stood up. He hesitated for a moment, activated his magical power, and followed.
The wild turbulence of the void criss-crossed each other, extremely violent, like countless angry chaotic dragons and snakes, struggling and howling in unison. This is a place of disorder, where time and space seem to have lost the concept of existence.
Guang Hui wandered leisurely in the dark cracks in the void. The cracks in the void were enough to split fine steel and tear the body of the Dharma. Not even his broad monk sleeves could shake it.
As far as the eye can see, there is an inch of void that is collapsing in disorder, and violent turbulence is sweeping through it, creating chaos, with no distinction between up and down, and nothing.
"There?"
Guang Hui turned his heavenly eyes from afar, looked deeply at a certain place, and became concentrated.
He took one step forward, and the surrounding scene immediately turned upside down and started to spin. When Guang Hui stepped on the ground again, he had arrived at a small island overseas.
A large branch reaches the sky with lush green leaves, and the simple branches are spread out in all directions, like a canopy, firmly covering this overseas island.
Under the tree, a tea table is being set up.
In the haze of tea smoke, the master waved slightly to Guang Hui, motioning for him to come over.
The precious light is infinite and the auspiciousness is endless. It seems to have been born before the opening of the sky. Each tree branch is as winding and stretched as a dragon and snake, and the life essence contained in it is really as fierce as a dragon and snake!
Guang Hui walked towards the tree step by step. The closer he got, the more frightened he became. This ancient tree didn't look like a tree at all, but more like a living god!
Every time the branches and leaves flutter, it is a long breath, with little sparkles and rolling essence pouring out from the ancient trees, like hundreds of thousands of waterfalls falling, with endless auspicious clouds.
"This is a branch of Jianmu. Have you ever heard of Jianmu?"
The master smiled and handed the tea cup to Guang Hui, who was distracted, and said:
"When Gu Yu was destroyed by the Holy Alliance and Emperor Tai died, an upper realm god belonging to Jian Mu was also severely beaten and died of his injuries. He left Luzhou all the way and finally escaped to Beihai, where he
Complete silence.
This ancient tree is the remains of the sacred body of the upper world. I used secret rituals to transform it into an artifact to protect the people of this island and ward off disasters and storms."
"Jianmu?" Guanghui took the tea in his hand and was silent for a while.
There is a tree, its shape is like an ox, its bark is like a tassel, and it is like a yellow snake. Its leaves are like Luo, but it is actually like Luan, and its wood is like a wormwood. Its name is Jianmu.
Born in heaven and earth, there is no view in the sun, and there is no sound when calling out——
The gods are in heaven, and the emperors are from above!
Before Juedi Tiantong, Jianmu was the passage connecting Xiaoyuan Huanjie and Mingliang Heaven, a bridge of all living beings! The saints relied on Jianmu to communicate with the myriads of people who were born around Mingliang Heaven.
The small world, touch it with your big hand.
In front of me...
Guang Hui unconsciously raised her head and took another deep look, her eyes shining with light.
"I have told you about Ming Liang Tian and the Holy Lower Realm before mending the sky, but Guanghui, do you know?"
The master blew the tea lightly and said with a smile:
"How many years has our little Yuan Realm gone through? What ancient history does it have? Why did it end up like this? Is it because of the sanctity of Ming Liang Tian? What do you think of those arrogant gods in the upper realm?
And Ming Liang Tian...why is there a Ming Liang Tian? Who opened it?"
Xiaoyuan World——
From the blood-drinking tribes to the ancient Yu, from the ancient Yu to the barbaric wilderness, finally marked by the five kings slaying the dragon, civilization was established in the wilderness. The emergence and fall of Qi marked the complete end of the medieval era.
After that, there were aristocratic families that lasted for thousands of years. Each of the Holy Lands had their own affairs. There were endless Buddhist kingdoms on the ground and Taoist courts on the ground. Each of them dominated one side. It was not until the herdsmen rose up with their swords that the establishment of the Song Dynasty ended this disorderly chaos.
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The general trend of the world can only be divided and united.
The prosperous age did not last long, and the name of the Song Dynasty soon changed to the former Song Dynasty as time went by. Today, the scene of the land and continent in the world has become the three kingdoms, each ruling one side.
Northern Wei, Nanzheng, Western Chu...
The flames of troubled times have sprouted, and the seeds of ambition are spreading from the temple to the rivers and lakes. Iron cavalry is like a forest, and heroes are shaking their swords... Once again, the turbulent situation begins to pour out, and it is unpredictable that it will pour into any party.
From the tribes to the ancient Yu, from the ancient Yu to the barbarian, from the barbarian to Da Qi, from Da Qi to the separatist regime, from the separatist regime to the former Song Dynasty, then from the former Song Dynasty, to the current Three Kingdoms.
above.
That’s everything that happened in the Xiaoyuan world after Jedi Tiantong...
The saint sitting on the outside looked at him with cold eyes and smiled jokingly, while the tiny figures on the chessboard were in the boat. For the sake of land, population, life, honor, reputation, and orthodoxy, they shed blood generation after generation and never refused.
give up.
In response to the Master's question, Guang Hui was silent for a moment, but finally she calmed down and responded.
"Holy, if there were no sacred lower realms and no restrictions on martial arts by them, Gu Yu would naturally not be lost in the annals of history. Whether it is Mr. Wang or Hei Tianzi, all of you in the Bending Tian Department will probably become saints and ascend to the top three.
realm, and if they don’t go down to the realm..."
Guang Hui smiled bitterly and was speechless for a moment.
Without the sacred lower realm of Ming Liangtian, the sentient beings in Xiaoyuan Huan Realm would have to spend hundreds of times more effort to resist the black tide than they do now.
Should I be grateful?
Countless sentient beings in the ancient Yu Dynasty were humiliated and killed like pigs and sheep, and the name of Emperor Tai was no longer known. To this day, countless historians of the Three Kingdoms have never even heard of it.
Before the Master was born and made a covenant with the divine.
On the land of Continent, in the era of tribes and barbarians, just for the sake of drinking and drinking, blood sacrifices of 100,000 people were often performed, and the wails were used to play ritual music for the banquet.
Dolphin dog.
Human life is even more contemptible than that of dolphins and dogs. They are as humble as cattails and as lowly as duckweeds.
It was not until the later stages of the wilderness, when the Master was born, that all the sacred shadows officially began to slowly withdraw from the earth.
thereafter.
Give to man what is human, and return to God what is God.
Because of the formal separation of humans and gods, Da Qi emerged after the Five Kings slayed the dragon. The spark of humanity that had been extinguished since the fall of Yu in ancient times was finally slowly ignited again.
After Guanghui came to Jietian's Queluo and heard all the stories about Jedi Tiantong, he understood a sad fact in his heart.
These people are just passers-by in the boat.
They are mice and ants. They only live in the boat for a short time and drift away hesitantly along with the boundless sea.
And the real masters who built the boat, the sacred beings of Ming Liang Tian, are also drifting with the boundless sea.
But the difference is.
They have a place to go, a shore, but Guanghui and other sentient beings in the small Yuanhuan world, they don’t have it...
After truly breaking away from the dark tide, Zhouji completed his mission.
At that time——
What happens on Continent will be a complete annihilation of the human world!
The day of death is coming little by little, and all people can only wait for the sickle to get closer, cut the skin, cut the blood vessels, and finally cut the throat!
"As for Ming Liangtian..."
Guang Hui smiled bitterly and gathered all his thoughts: "From the classics, it seems that Ming Liang Tian is a swan that gave birth to a golden egg in the chaos. When the golden egg breaks open, there will be Ming Liang Tian and countless
The Little Yuan World that accompanies it?"
This set of rhetoric is a sentence from "Wenhai".
"Wen Hai" was painstakingly compiled and edited by Yuan Zhengping, the great historian of the former Song Dynasty, who compiled historical materials from the Daqi period and even further eras. It is also the most orthodox historical classic to date.
Guang Hui has also read through the sea of literature, but he is also doubtful about the statement that the golden egg incarnates the world.
In addition to the golden egg incarnation, in Taoism, there is also the legend of Taishang Laozi opening the sky and creating thirty million worlds. In Buddhism, there is also the story of Manjushri Bodhisattva who killed the great demon and took out the essence and blood from his corpse to recreate the world.
of rumors.
There are various opinions, it is difficult to exhaustively study, and there are too many to enumerate.
"It's Qingdi."
A sigh came from afar, Guang Hui raised her head, and saw a trace of bitterness on the Master's face, with a heavy expression:
"The Qing Emperor who came across the Xuhai opened up the world in the world of the Three Phase God. He left a tree to connect Ming Liang Tian and many small worlds. He came here for a game
Disaster!"
The Master looked at the astonished Guang Hui and spoke slowly:
"A catastrophic battle between the three connected cities of gold, silver and iron, gods and asuras...them!"
Ignoring the gaffe on Guang Hui's face on the other side of the case, the Master continued to speak calmly:
"After this catastrophe, Emperor Qing left and returned to the other side of the Xuhai, leaving only Ming Liangtian here alone. After endless years, in the world of the Three Phase God, another catastrophe broke out.
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It has grown immeasurably since the Tai Feng period. The 1.2 billion sages in the south, the tens of billions of Ganges sands and other supreme beings are all in the cage. In order to take revenge on the heavenly emperor Shiktar, King Vajra Asura has fought with countless non-celestial beings.
God himself opens the tribulation, but this time, in the sea of emptiness, there is another visitor..."
The Master looked at Guang Hui's eyes, and every word was as heavy as iron:
"There are three gods who came here from the void sea together. Like the Qing Emperor before the endless era, they also participated in this catastrophic battle between gods and asuras, and followed the non-celestial beings headed by King Pochi.
God dies.
These three saints also died in the world of the Three-Phase God!"
Gods, Asuras, tribulations, 1.2 billion sages from the south...
One word after another, one word after another, exploded in Guang Hui's mind. It was a sound that was far more shocking than thunder. Guang Hui's hands trembled slightly, and by the time he reacted, tea had been poured all over himself.
"Ignorance..."
Inexplicably, Guang Hui instinctively remembered her son's name.
His face appeared clearly at this moment, and it was impossible not to notice.
The middle-aged monk turned his face silently, looking through the layers of void. At the end of his gaze, he could see Baizhu sneakily looking around, as if he was planning something, his eyes rolling.
"Those gods and non-heaven kings, those three saints who came from afar across the void sea, they are immortals and eternal beings. To them, time and space are just empty values, not
There is actual meaning.
They are today, yesterday, and tomorrow!”
"Guanghui." The Master smiled: "For them, death is just a peaceful sleep, and now, for Him who has become three turbidities, this sleep has reached its end."
"Ignorance, Bai Shu..."
Guang Hui opened his mouth in confusion. His mind seemed to be cracked, and an unfounded fear suddenly came over him: "Master...are you talking about my son?"
"Perhaps this is what you call karma in Buddhism. Guanghui, you are so lucky. I still remember reading Buddhist scriptures when I was young and seeing such a story. In the endless sea of emptiness, there was a country named
It is called Baoxiang Kingdom. When the king of the country, King Koli, was eight thousand years old, he suddenly received a baby boy..."
"The baby boy is the reincarnation of Guangyao Buddha. After tasting the human world, Guangyao Buddha returned to Bodhi."
Guang Hui murmured, he had also read this story: "After that, the entire Baoxiang Kingdom and King Kolli enjoyed endless bliss. They were immortal, unclean, disaster-free, and resentful. They had boundless joy and boundless happiness.
Rejoice.”
"My son." Guang Hui spoke in a trembling voice. He seemed to accept this fact, but also seemed to be denying it: "What is he, heaven or not, or the three gods?"
"Among the three saints, one has transformed into a different way, but he is still present in the world... Guanghui, don't you still understand to this day?"
The master said calmly:
"I heard that it is not people who are constantly pursuing knowledge, but knowledge that is constantly pursuing people. But I know that that is wrong. Knowledge is not pursuing people, but chasing people. Its pursuit is cruel and cruel.
Without emotion, like falcons and hounds hunting rabbits.
Guanghui, from beginning to end, it is not us who are pursuing martial arts, but martial arts, which is chasing us crazily. His pursuit is unconscious but violent, careless and turbulent, just like a winter traveler who always endures when he sees a bonfire.
I can’t help but be attracted..."
Those who believe in the Tao, like those who follow the Tao, know things and do not know the way. I have often heard that it is not people who diligently seek knowledge, but those who know diligently seek others. However, I know its fallacy. Those who know do not seek knowledge.
In fact, they go out and chase people away. Those who are profound and ruthless are like hawks and dogs chasing rabbits.
Under the calm gaze of the Master, the cup in Guang Hui's hand suddenly slipped and fell to pieces on the ground. Ignoring his look of panic or even fear, the Master continued to speak:
"I invite you here today for only one purpose. Stay here and don't interfere anymore until the chess game ends."
"Husband, what do you mean, Master..."
"He wanted to see someone before he really woke up."
The Master bowed his head respectfully and smiled: "This time, He is tired of the game and doesn't want to be interfered with anymore."
