In the first half of the night, the sound of killings was still loud at the Shasheng Temple.
In the middle of the night, the Sesshou Temple was completely silent.
The two commanders who worked together in collusion have always been successful, but unfortunately this time they failed.
They broke through the barrier of Sesshouji Temple, but they didn't want to release the mirage set by Monk Mikan.
The original form of Monk Mi Jian is the ancient strange beast ‘Mirage’.
The innate magical power of mirage is mirage energy.
The ancients said: When the sun is clear and thousands of well trees are blooming, I am worried about seeing the smoke from Wuling.
It's a mirage.
The mirage can take on many shapes and forms, and they are ever-changing.
After the monsters inhale the mirage, their consciousness is pulled into the illusion.
It's like entering a separate space.
There's no way to break free.
Monk Mi Jian, who was standing at a high place, couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the fallen monsters, and murmured to himself: "It will be fine if you take a nap, it will be fine if you take a nap."
He himself is from the demon clan, and he once thought about restoring the glory of the demon clan.
Naturally, he is not willing to kill the monster clan.
Generally speaking, monks abide by the precepts, so they have precept scars on their bodies.
The monk of Shasheng Temple was prone to the calamity of slacking off during ordination.
That's why I have a ring scar on my body.
But Monk Mikan is different, he has two on his head.
The extra one is ‘killing ring’.
Once upon a time, he was still a sharp-edged monster with no dharma name, only one name, "King of Mirages".
The default new king of the demon clan.
Although it is just a false name, he is very useful.
At that time, all he wanted to do was unify and revitalize the demon clan.
After the demon clan divided into three parts, there was a consensus: whoever can break through the killing forest and rescue the demon clan's legacy will become the new emperor of the demon clan.
So the mirage king came to southern Xinjiang.
Perhaps it's the sensitivity unique to ancient bloodlines.
The moment he stepped into southern Xinjiang, he suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
This might be your home.
It turned out that he felt good.
Not long after arriving in southern Xinjiang, I met a monk.
To this day, he still remembers that day clearly.
The breeze is not dry and the sun is just right.
Unlike ordinary monsters, the Mirage King, who is proficient in illusions and enchantments, entered the Killing Forest directly without alerting anyone.
The Killing Forest changes every mile. The further you go to the middle, the more powerful the monsters become.
The Mirage King can clearly perceive the Qi hidden in the middle area.
So he couldn't wait to explore it.
No one expected that he would be blocked by a monk.
"You are destined to be a monk."
The monk's first words made the mirage king convinced that he had met the magic stick of the world.
But why is this magic stick deep in the killing forest?
He didn't want to pay attention to it and naturally let out mirage.
Don't look at it, just a little mirage is enough to make the monks in the outdoor realm indulge in hallucinations and not wake up for three days.
Seeing the monk slowly closing his eyes and losing himself in it, the mirage king also wanted to move forward.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I took a step, a faint voice sounded from behind me: "Not bad, not bad."
"This illusion is completely natural, and it is indeed not comparable to ordinary illusions."
The Mirage King was shocked. Since his debut, no one has ever been able to break away from his mirage illusion so quickly.
"You are destined to be a monk."
The monk repeated it again.
Seeing the smile on the other person's face, the Mirage King's heart tightened for no reason.
At this time, a Buddha's name came to my ears: "Amitabha."
The voice was low at first, then gradually became distant.
The Mirage King's eyes widened, and his consciousness became infinitely chaotic.
This was the first time in his life that he had experienced an illusion.
As a foreign species from heaven and earth, he originally thought that his blood would be immune to all illusions.
It turns out that there are really no absolutes in the world.
He entered a fantasy, a perfect fantasy.
It is more perfect than all the illusions you build yourself.
When he woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed.
The Mirage King looked around and saw that it was a deep cave. He was lying in the deepest part of the cave, next to him was the meditating monk.
"Where is this?"
In the silent cave, the sound was extremely clear.
"Wukong Kong."
"Goku Kong?"
The mirage king looked at the monk, his eyes full of doubts.
He didn't understand why the other party brought him here.
As if to answer the question in his mind, the monk chuckled and said: "You are destined to be a monk."
This is the third time the Mirage King has heard this sentence.
Even though it was the third time, I still felt disdainful.
How could I, a monster clan, have a fate with Buddhism? Even if I had a fate, it would be a bad fate.
However, the Mirage King did not intend to say it blatantly, because he knew that the monk in front of him was unfathomable.
You can transport yourself into a dream in an instant.
If the other party wants to kill him, he can do so without any effort.
"That dream..."
Finally, the Mirage King could not help but ask the doubts in his heart.
The dream just now was really shocking.
"That was not a dream." The monk's tone did not change at all from beginning to end.
"That's the real past."
Upon hearing this, the Mirage King's pupils shrank.
The dream came to mind again.
The world is lonely, the vast sea of blood.
A human figure, with supreme magical power, turned the sea of blood into infinite creatures.
"Reborn from the sea of blood?" The Mirage King was still shocked.
"Yes." The monk's answer was still simple.
"That dream comes from "The Record of Transformation of All Living Beings". It was after Patriarch Styx realized the 'killing of living beings' and then realized the great way of 'transforming living beings'."
"Kill all living beings? Transform all living beings?"
The Mirage King knows about the two traditions of the Killing Life Temple in southern Xinjiang, one is the Ksitigarbha Buddha and the other is the Ancestor Styx.
"Killing is the nature, transformation is the understanding."
"Transforming into enlightenment through killing is in line with Buddha nature."
The Mirage King frowned when he heard this statement: "What does this have to do with me?"
The monk smiled: "All living beings are related."
"Do you know where Patriarch Minghe came to understand the method of 'transformation'?"
The mirage king shook his head, and the monk uttered four words: "The ancestor of all monsters."
"Empress Nuwa!" The Mirage King's eyes widened in disbelief.
Nuwa is a member of the demon clan and controls the power of creation of heaven and earth.
He has been revered as the Holy Spirit by the demon clan since ancient times.
"Amitabha, children can be taught."
"Ancestor Minghe watched Emperor Wa knead earth to create a human being, and thus understood the way of reincarnation from the sea of blood."
When the Mirage King heard this, his heart could not be calm for a long time.
Recalling the scene in the dream in which hundreds of thousands of sentient beings emerged from the sea of blood, I felt that I was completely convinced.
At this moment, I admire the ancient Wa Emperor of the demon clan even more.
If he could reproduce Emperor Wa's extraordinary strength, he could also revive the demon clan.
"You want to learn?" The monk seemed to have seen through his mind again.
When the Mirage King heard this, he couldn't help feeling irritated: "Great monk, don't make me happy anymore."
"Those ancient gods are the envy of only us."
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, the monk shook his head and smiled.
"The original people of the Heavenly Dao just escaped a disaster."
The Mirage King frowned, not understanding what the monk was talking about.
But I heard the monk continue: "Donor, you might as well look at that stone tablet, maybe you will understand."
"Stone tablet?"
The Mirage King looked in the direction pointed by the monk, and sure enough there was half a stone tablet.