Chapter three hundred and eighty-fifth ten thousand worlds without phase
Bai Mei's laughter was crazy, but it also contained some kind of unspeakable irony, as if Li Qiushui's words were extremely childish.
At the door of Juxian Village, Li Qiu Shui had a look of embarrassment on her face. She was not a generous person, otherwise she would not have turned around and cuckolded Wu Yazi countless times just because Wu Yazi liked his sister.
At this moment, Baimei's sarcastic laughter had already angered this woman. If Wu Yazi hadn't been found yet, Li Qiu Shui might have killed Zi Qin with one sword.
However, even though he had never killed Zi Qin with one sword, he had no intention of giving Zi Qin an easy life.
As soon as the sword turned, Li Qiushui had already swung his sword and stabbed Ziqin in the arm.
This sword is extremely powerful.
Although Li Qiushui had never learned any swordsmanship, but at their level of martial arts, even a casual move would be considered a rare and exquisite move by others.
However, at this time, Li Qiushui did not notice that Zhang Yuan's eyes gradually became sharper with Bai Mei's words. He looked at Ziqin as if he was looking at some miracle.
The long sword broke through the air and stabbed Ziqin's arm. However, something strange happened. The sword seemed to pass through water and passed through Ziqin's arm, but it failed to cause any harm to Ziqin.
harm.
"How is this possible?"
Li Qiushui's mouth opened wide, as if he had seen a ghost, but at the entrance of Juxian Manor, Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed with a look that was indeed the case.
In the sky, the gloomy weather gradually dissipated, and Zhang Yuan slowly came to Ziqin's side. His eyes were blank, as if he was about to touch some unique treasure, but he was worried that everything was just a mirror.
"There is no sign of self, no sign of no one, no sign of sentient beings."
Zhang Yuan opened his mouth and slowly said something that seemed to be a Zen saying from Buddhism. Li Qiushui's frightened eyes finally showed a slight confusion, and she seemed to have thought of something.
"My appearance is the appearance of human beings, the appearance of all living beings."
Li Qiushui spoke slowly, the confusion in her eyes disappeared, but the shock became more intense. She looked at Ziqin, but she seemed to be looking at a monster.
"That legend is actually true."
Finally, Li Qiushui couldn't help but stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and exclaimed.
"The legend is of course true. This world is both real and false. When Taishang Laojun went to the southwest, he had a dispute with Buddha. In the end, Laojun barely won half a move, but Buddha couldn't do anything.
Be careful to break the three thousand worlds, which are what later generations of Buddhists call the three thousand great worlds."
Bai Mei's figure finally appeared at the door of Juxian Manor. His eyes were full of deep fatigue, but he was holding a red shadow in his hand. The shadow kept struggling, shooting out two white rays of light from time to time, but it was like
As sharp as a sword.
"Purple Qi Sword Bone, you actually found a Purple Qi Sword Bone."
Zhang Yuan glanced at the object in Bai Mei's hand, couldn't help but sigh, and then looked at Ziqin who was standing there without saying a word.
"Unfortunately, it seems a little late, but he has already entered that realm. I don't know if he will meet the devil guarding the gate as the legend says."
There was a hint of sadness in Zhang Yuan's voice. Legends themselves were already legends, but who knew that the real legends had been cut off since ancient times.
After the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there were no more legends in the world. The Hundred Schools of Scholars were just the last flourishing of the Nine Provinces. In fact, in ancient times, each of the Hundred Schools of Scholars represented a sect.
In ancient martial arts, hundreds of schools of thought flourished, and that was the ultimate existence of human martial arts. In ancient times, ferocious beasts were rampant, but when hundreds of races competed, no race could compete with humans.
Many scholars in later generations believed that the reason why humans were able to win was due to luck and brains, but no one knew that the reason why humans were able to win was due to force.
In ancient times, the tyranny of the golden generation of human beings was far beyond the imagination of future generations.
However, after ancient times, the bridge between heaven and earth was broken, and human beings slowly began to weaken. It was not until the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period that hundreds of schools of thought contended, and peerless geniuses reappeared among human beings.
Li Er, Sakyamuni, Confucius and other saints were born together.
It was also at that time that the theory of the Great Thousand Worlds was proposed, but it said that there are thousands of worlds and are not limited to one space. For example, Zhuang Zhou's Dream Butterfly is the art of connecting two worlds.
It was also at that time that martial arts spread about the Celestial Clan for the first time. However, no one knew where the Celestial Sect was. If the world wanted to search for it, the only way was to break the void.
"The void has its own guardian, but he may not be defeated. Haven't you felt something in him?"
Bai Mei looked extremely calm, but looked at Zhang Yuan a little strangely. The latter was suddenly startled, but then looked at Ziqin again, and his eyes immediately began to change.
"No wonder, no wonder you accepted him as your disciple. It turns out that the guesses about those passages were wrong."
Zhang Yuan exclaimed repeatedly, but Li Qiu Shui next to him didn't see anything at all, so he had no choice but to look at Zhang Yuan.
"Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou."
Feeling Li Qiushui's look of help, Zhang Yuan slowly spit out eight words.
After just eight words, Li Qiushui's expression changed drastically.
"Impossible, he, he is actually the founder of Zhuangzi."
Li Qiushui looked at Ziqin as if he were looking at ancient fossils. Zhuang Zhou was the most famous figure in Taoism after Li Er. To put it bluntly, if there are only two recognized gods in Taoism, they must be
Li Er and Zhuang Zhou.
It was also because of this that Li Qiushui thought Ziqin was Zhuang Zhou.
"No, he is not the Patriarch Zhuangzi. Strictly speaking, he should be the disciple of the Patriarch Zhuang Zhou, or in other words, he should be the material carrier of the Dream Butterfly Technique of the Patriarch Zhuang Zhou.
Bai Mei slowly spoke, "The Three Thousand Worlds are not so easy to break. Even Grandmaster Zhuang Zhou would not be able to break them easily. In fact, since the pre-Qin period, how many fellow Taoists have broken away. Obviously, not
So, this kid has in his mind the path to immortality left by Grandmaster Zhuang Zhou for future generations."
Bai Mei's tone was calm, but Li Qiushui's hand suddenly clenched.
There are only three words in "Deng Xianmen", but anyone who has a little understanding of the various schools of thought and Buddhism will never be indifferent, but anyone who has a little understanding of ancient times will definitely be moved.
"Can he do it?"
Even Li Qiushui couldn't help but ask this question at this time, but what she received in response was Bai Mei and Zhang Yuan's helpless smiles. No one knew about this, except Ziqin himself.
At this time, Ziqin was already in another world.
This was a gray world, and he didn't know how he got here. However, standing in this place, Ziqin could feel a similar feeling to when he thought he was in a broken state in the rain and clouds.
He stretched out his hand and slowly opened it, and suddenly couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
This place is actually the junction point of the world.
Long Yuan was still hanging there at his waist. Ziqin drew out the sword without hesitation. The blade of the sword was bright. Ziqin looked at the figure reflected in the shining sword and suddenly couldn't help but burst into tears.
The person reflected above seemed to be in his twenties or less than thirty years old. He had short hair, a very ordinary face, and a pair of small eyes that seemed to be full of tiredness.
Ziqin had seen this face for more than twenty years, but it was not the face in his first life.
"go home."
Tears fell down his cheeks, and Ziqin fell to his knees weakly. He almost muttered two words to himself.
Tomorrow is probably the last chapter of this book. I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel a little reluctant to leave it. Xiaoyang owes everyone a lot. This book is not as good as Xiaoyang imagined. There are many shortcomings. Sigh, I won’t say more.
, I'm a little tired, Xiaoyang can't stand it anymore, I will try my best to compensate everyone in the new book, "Martial Arts Evolution System" I hope everyone can support it, at least give it to your favorites first, Xiaoyang, thank you!
