Hou Zi will inspire Zifu to adapt to this life cycle trend.
At this moment, inexplicable fluctuations suddenly appeared in the crater, violent spiritual vibrations, and billows of thick smoke, as if something was happening inside the volcano?
Hou Zi had a warning in his heart and knew that the situation was not good. He chose the right time to go to the realm and ran into Mrs. Zhu's alchemy celestial phenomenon.
Is this a coincidence? Or is it a warning from Heaven about his chaotic situation?
I immediately stopped Zifu's external communication. Although I have never experienced it, I have never eaten pork and have seen pigs running away. The experiences of countless seniors have verified one thing. How stupid it is to fish in troubled waters when others are in trouble.
thing.
Heaven has never been soft on such people who steal the Tao. Let him, a young cultivator of Tongxuan, face the test of Jindan Jie Lei. He is not that big-hearted.
He had just turned off Zifu Mapping here, and there were already thunderclouds forming in the sky, which made him secretly say that he was lucky. Fortunately, he stopped early, otherwise the thunderclouds would have enveloped him, which would have been calling the sky and the earth.
return.
This old woman knows how to choose the right time!
Not only did he feel it, but other monks on Takeshima also felt it. In fact, almost everyone on the island, including mortals, felt it.
Because the movement in the crater seems to be a sign before a major eruption.
Several flying boats were hovering in the air. On them were all the islanders on Bamboo Island, as well as all their property. This was the result of what they had tidied up over the past month.
They have already thought about how to deal with it. If the master succeeds in going to the realm, then they will prepare flowers and ribbons, sing congratulations and sing loudly; if the master fails and the volcano erupts, then they will go far away and escape.
Watching from a distance, feeling uneasy.
The thunderclouds are getting thicker and thicker, and there are faint lightning and thunder in the clouds, which seems to represent the anger of heaven.
When it got thicker, there was a 'click' sound, and a blue thunderbolt as thick as a child's arm flashed in the sky, catching the thundercloud with one end, and smashing into the crater with the other end...
Hou Zi felt the same way. Although he was not directly struck by lightning, it struck others and frightened him in his heart. With the power of thunder, his original idea of using thunder to train himself was shattered.
It's better to be honest, this kind of intensity is not something that his thunder skills can bear.
It was as if the ground was shaking. It was not only the power of thunder, but also signs of the loosening of the restrictive circle in the crater.
The first thunder strike was so powerful. I wonder how powerful the next strike will be?
Before the second thunderbolt struck, a figure stood proudly in the thick smoke from the crater. Who could it be if it wasn't Mrs. Bamboo?
All over the body, there are obvious traces of being struck by lightning, and the feathers are broken, vaguely, still proudly singing to the sky,
"...Nine ranks of earthly immortals display their splendor and splendor. The bamboo contains ancient festivals, and the flowers bloom to see the front edge!"
With a 'click' sound, the second blue thunder struck down, the color was darker blue and the light was bright.
Mrs. Bamboo transformed into a nine-knotted bamboo and pushed upward inch by inch, but the thunder made her shrink back inch by inch. It was thrilling and frightening to watch. Seeing that the nine-knotted bamboo was about to be crushed, the thunder time had passed.
When the pressure was gone, I finally got through it.
But, what about next time? Even a person like Hou Zi, who has no experience in overcoming tribulations, can see that Mrs. Zhu is at the end of her strength and her strength is weak.
This time, the thunder blow completely destroyed her feathers, leaving her naked and proud, holding her head high and glaring at the sky!
The Jiujie Bamboo Dao Body is her last resort. Now she, including the Dao body, mana and spirit, are in an extremely weak state. Only her will is still firm, supporting her perseverance.
Where can you hide in a catastrophe?
Hou Zi could hear the sound of wailing. This was because several disciples were heartbroken because of their master, but Mrs. Zhu was not afraid.
"...You guys, don't follow my path! But if I could go back, I would still choose this way!"
Arrogantly, the third thunder struck down, blue with purple in it, already containing a trace of the power of the great avenue!
Under such power of God, human will seems so ridiculous. Mrs. Bamboo was wiped out in the thunder, leaving no trace behind.
...The mantis is so stubborn that it seems like it has bones, and even if it has a ring around its neck, it still won't bend.
In the sky, the thunderclouds began to disperse; but the shaking on the ground became more and more intense.
The natural calamity dissipates and the man-made disaster begins.
The thick smoke from the crater suddenly cleared, and then, a fire shot into the sky, bringing out a huge cloud of smoke; the magic circle failed, and the Takeshima volcano, which had been suppressed for hundreds of years, was finally able to release everything.
In the sky, several flying boats are drifting away reluctantly. Such a volcanic eruption will no longer be the grand scene of Bamboo Island. The plants on the island will be burned by the magma and the air will be suffocated. This is an alternative cycle of nature. .
In order to restore it to its old appearance, it will take more than ten years and decades, and monks will have to work hard to cultivate it, and the environment and climate will be various. It is foreseeable that this place will return to its isolated island form more than a hundred years ago.
They all left, but one person chose to stay!
Because his urge to reach higher realms was still there, and it did not disappear because of the human tragedy in front of him. Instead, it became even stronger.
And he also concluded that this was either a misjudgment by the inner demon, or that he had reached the threshold of the natural realm and was just short of finishing!
Even if he witnessed the failure of others, it could not shake his determination at all.
Mrs. Bamboo is just an ordinary member of all living beings in the world of spiritual practice. There are aspects of her being shameless, and there are also aspects that are both praiseworthy and lamentable.
She knew what the right path was, so she left the right path to her disciples.
She also knew that if she wanted to go further, she would have to defy fate, so she chose to face the difficulties on her own.
Needless to say, she has done a lot of bad things and planned everything from beginning to end, but that does not mean that she is a heinous person; at least she knows what is good and what is evil, and will kill her without hesitation before starting a new journey. Cut off the past, even if it would be of great use to her.
This is a monk who does whatever it takes to climb up. She is like this, and so is Hou Zi.
The billowing smoke and dust fell down, covering his hair and clothes. Soon, the human form was no longer distinguishable from the sky.
Stay still.
The volcanic eruption has been continuing. This is the underground force that has been suppressed for hundreds of years. Today, it finally found an opportunity to vent.
Under such a vision, no living thing can survive; those with wings can fly away, and those with gills can swim away, but those with only legs and roots suffer.
There is nowhere to escape.
A few days later, the once vibrant and green Bamboo Island completely changed into a dusty desert island. The blazing temperature made it impossible for any life to survive.
After Hou Zi left, he was buried in the volcanic ash, one foot, several feet, more than ten feet... No one knew that there was an infatuated monk here.
He is waiting!
Waiting for the miracle of life!
Because he knows that life can always find a way to continue, which is the origin of life!
Day after day, month after month, year after year.
The wildly erupting volcano begins to become intermittent after venting, and then becomes silent again, in which the power of the next venting is nurtured.
The sea breeze blows, the waves hit, the spring tides and autumn rains make the temperature of the desert island slowly drop.
After hearing about the sudden change in Takeshima, some practitioners came to check it out, but gradually no one paid any attention to it.
Three years later, after another spring rain, somewhere on a deserted island, a seed dropped by a migratory bird quietly sprouted underground...
At the same time, someone's Zi Mansion several feet underground also began to respond. That was a connection from nature!
As the grass seeds sprouted and pushed up the ground, Hou Zi opened his eyes, and the natural world came quietly.
...There is no time for leisure in a life full of great things. If you can appreciate nature, you will be an immortal. When dust falls on the ground, you will not sweep it away. After the rain, you will roll up the curtain to look at the sky.
