In an ancient temple, Emperor Shakti was sitting cross-legged on a futon with his eyes closed, his face solemn, his lips moving slightly, and he was reciting Buddhist scriptures.
What he faced was the golden statue of Gautama Buddha.
Footsteps sounded suddenly, and an old monk with a wrinkled face wearing cassocks and holding a Zen staff walked in, clasped his hands together and said: "Namo Amitabha..."
Emperor Shitian opened his eyes, his eyes were as calm as a pool of quiet water. He turned around and saluted the old monk with one hand: "Zen Master!"
The old monk returned the courtesy and said softly: "When you were just born, the poor monk and your grandfather had a disagreement about your future. The poor monk thought that you should learn the Buddhist method of compassion, not only to save all sentient beings, but also to have it in your heart.
Kind thoughts. But your grandfather wants to feed you with arrogance, killing to stop killing!"
"Although you are a disciple of the Buddha, you are still inferior to the bloodline of the Posuo family. The poor monk can't force it. But he made a request. Come here every month to listen to the poor monk.
Your martial arts is beneficial, but it can gradually calm down your restless heart after being soaked in blood, so that you will not become a demon..."
Emperor Shitian bowed and saluted: "Thank you Zen Master for your good intentions..."
The old monk waved his hand and said, "Do you know why you lost?"
A dim look flashed across Di Shitian's eyes, and he sighed: "Because I'm not strong enough!"
At this moment, he no longer had any arrogance, and the defeat that day hit him hard.
The old monk shook his head.
Emperor Shitian humbly asked for advice: "Please give me some advice from Zen Master..."
The old monk walked up to the golden statue of Buddha, burned a stick of incense, and said softly: "Because he understands one thing: people!"
Emperor Shitian did not interrupt and listened quietly. He and the old monk in front of him did not have the name of master and disciple, but they were actually master and disciple, which was of great help to him.
The old monk is a truly enlightened monk and one of the most powerful people in the world. He just concentrates on studying Buddhism and does not care about the world. Otherwise, the Posuo family, which has a deep connection with ancient Tianzhu Buddhism, can reach a higher level.
The old monk explained: "At first, he changed from a human to a demon and lost his human essence. The lack of human essence caused his strength to skyrocket, but this skyrocketing strength was forcibly taken from his future. Wu
It was different from cutting off his own path. However, he repented at a certain moment and turned from a demon into a human again. It is easy to change from a human to a demon, but it is difficult to change from a demon to a human... He can reach this point today through personal efforts.
It accounts for a large part. But fateful encounters are also indispensable..."
Turning around and looking at Emperor Shitian, the old monk said: "If you lose the essence of a human being, you will become a rootless duckweed, and your achievements will be limited after all. And now you are exactly at the stage of transforming from a human into a demon... If
If you continue to move forward blindly, you will be ruined..."
Emperor Shitian said respectfully: "Please also ask Zen Master to teach me..."
The old monk walked towards the door step by step and said: "There is a Dharma hidden in the golden statue of Buddha. If you can understand it thoroughly, you can continue your journey and compete with them..."
Emperor Shitian bowed respectfully to the old monk's back, then sat cross-legged on the futon and continued to chant sutras, but he was a little more pious than before!
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Antarctica
Under the thick ice lies an ancient temple.
Here is the holy land of the Ice and Snow Throne: the Ice and Snow Temple!
In the Ice and Snow Temple stands a lifelike white statue. It is a woman of unparalleled elegance. She is the founder of the Ice and Snow Throne, the first generation Ice Emperor. Holding the Ice and Snow Scepter, she reigns over the world and is respectfully called by the descendants of the Ice and Snow Throne.
: Ice and Snow Goddess!
The Ice Emperor sat cross-legged under the statue of the Ice and Snow Goddess, with a pious look on his face.
As if being pulled by a mysterious force, a phantom emerged from the Ice Emperor's body.
That is the Ice Emperor's soul.
At this moment, the Ice Emperor was shocked and didn't know why.
At this moment, a shadow slowly walked out from the statue of the Ice and Snow Goddess.
Ice Emperor burst into tears and murmured: "Master..."
That phantom seemed to be the Ice Emperor of the previous generation.
The previous generation of Bing Emperor smiled lovingly and said softly: "Bing'er has grown up..."
The Ice Emperor ran over and hugged the previous generation Ice Emperor tightly, feeling the warmth like a mother.
Raising his head, Ice Emperor choked with tears in his eyes: "Master, I miss you so much..."
The previous generation Ice Emperor smiled tenderly: "Master misses you too..."
Ice Emperor suddenly asked: "Master, do you really not regret it?"
The previous generation Ice Emperor slowly shook his head and said softly: "A person must never look back at least once in his life. Master never regrets..."
Just as Bingdi was about to say something else, he was stopped by the previous generation of Bingdi: "Bing'er, don't be constrained by external rules and regulations, be your truest self and just follow your heart...Master believes that you have the ability to support yourself.
The sky rises..."
The Ice Emperor nodded heavily.
The previous generation of Ice Emperor wiped away the tears from the corner of Ice Emperor's eyes, smiled softly and said: "Go, accept the inheritance of the goddess..."
The Ice Emperor nodded and slowly submerged into the statue of the Ice and Snow Goddess.
At this moment, the previous generation of Ice Emperor turned into dots of light and rain and submerged into the Statue of Ice and Snow Goddess.
The statue of the Ice and Snow Goddess blooms with dazzling white light, full of endless sanctity.
The white light slowly dissipated, and finally only the Ice Emperor was left curled up on the ground holding the ice and snow staff, like a helpless child.
The Ice Emperor's body was sitting cross-legged, with two lines of clear tears left in his closed eyes.
The Ice Emperor's soul burst into tears, heartbreaking: "Master..."
She didn't know until this moment that if she wanted to obtain the complete inheritance of the Ice and Snow Goddess, she would have to have a generation of Ice Emperors willingly sacrifice themselves.
This is also the reason why she met her master's soul.
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Somewhere in China, a small mountain village filled with smoke
What is different from ordinary small mountain villages is that the people living here are all blond and blue-eyed Westerners.
And here is the seat of the God of War family who moved the secret of inheritance to China.
At a certain moment, the long-broken Spear of the God of War, enshrined under the statue of the God of War, soared into the sky, exuding endless fighting spirit.
Everyone in the God of War family rushed out of the house and knelt down devoutly.
In the depths of the vast sea, a ray of light rushed out quickly, directly cutting through the deep sea, and then cut through the space and disappeared.
bite!
There was a crisp sound and the dazzling golden light made everyone close their eyes like a scorching sun.
When everyone opened their eyes, they saw a man holding a complete Spear of the God of War bathed in golden light.
Ares, God of War!
Ares held the Spear of the God of War and pointed at the sky, looking up to the sky and roaring.
Then, a flash of blood red flashed across Ares's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "The glory of the God of War cannot be desecrated..."
At this moment, he looks like a devil...
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China
A dragon roar came from the ancestral land of the Long family, reaching the sky and the earth!
A phoenix cry came from the ancestral land of the Feng family, resounding through the sky!
Thunder was rolling in the ancestral land of the Gu family, and a burly man walked across the sky bathed in thunder light.
…
On the top of a mountain, Fairy Qingshi stood facing the wind and murmured to herself: "Who will rule the ups and downs in the great battle of the world?"
In the small courtyard, Chen Baiyi looked sad and sighed in a low voice: "Great times are often accompanied by disasters. Who will bring trouble to the world?"
In an attic surrounded by flowers, a blind woman laughed nervously: "Fate, fate..." (To be continued...)
