The bloody sea of flowers is like a wave, endless and terrifying.
The bloody sword cuts off the road to survival.
The thoughts in my heart can smooth out the dangers of thorns.
Life is long and the years are long. The young man drags his tired body and moves forward alone.
"Who can go with me?"
A black fire seems to burn from the deepest part of hope. Even if the ink disappears and sinks into the sea, even if the mission is shattered and the soul is shaken, it still crosses endless regions and reaches this moment.
"Brother, I'm here."
The lonely darkness seems to be driven away, and a bright road is being lit.
It's ridiculous, it's the black fire that lights up the darkness, and it's the past wounds that warm people's hearts.
"Are you? Yan Tianhuo!"
The black and swaying fire turned into a thin man, and the young man who was once was now a gray-haired old man.
"Wrong, I want to call you Brother Tianhuo." The old man coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and his whole look became a little weaker.
The unknown creatures in the darkness were still surging and roaring, but they were forced back by a beam of black fire. They no longer dared to get closer and just wandered around.
"Brother Tianhuo, aren't you here to cause trouble?"
Yan Tianhuo smiled and said: "I really came here to cause trouble. This time, you have to face the Great Emperor of Destruction. He has been strengthened countless times by this space. You must succeed. I can only give
Try to take a day off."
The young man nodded and crossed his legs without hesitation to regain his strength.
"One day is enough."
The old man looked at Yuan Chen with mixed feelings in his heart. Maybe only when you are old can you long for youthful things.
He is not only Yan Tianhuo in this life, he is also Yan Tianhuo in the previous life.
"Once, I thought I could be beaten and scolded by my sister for the rest of my life, but fate is always so ruthless. It would be great if I could go back in time. I've had enough of this fate!"
puff--
The ground was dyed red with blood, as if something was about to struggle out from under the old man's old skin, but was suppressed by Yan Tianhuo with great difficulty.
"I've sent myself to the door, good brother, don't hold back."
One day later, a palm came out from the old man's chest, then another palm, and then two feet and body.
Then comes the brain.
As a result, as soon as the head came out, it was decapitated by a bloody light.
The young man looked at the familiar face that emerged from his old skin, and said softly: "We once met as ice and fire, and we were very close to each other. Today we meet in life and death, and it ends successfully. Brother, take care, and the future will be bright!"
The bloody sword light swept away all the darkness, and in a flash, a ball of black fire led the young man to the next battle.
This battle is destined to be without companions.
On the land covered with yellow sand, those who blow can't open their eyes.
Vaguely, the young man saw someone walking.
As we got closer, there was no trace of anyone.
"Young man, this is not the place you should come to. It's better to return the same way as you came. Don't lose your life."
Yuan Chen turned back to look at the old man, but he didn't recognize him.
With a slash of the sword, the old man was torn into pieces.
The young man continued to move forward.
Unexpectedly, the old man from before turned into countless desert scorpions and charged towards Yuan Chen.
"Those who kill must not approach the source of life."
The young man snorted coldly, his hair flying, and his supreme momentum exploded. In an instant, the entire desert collapsed, and the desert scorpions were wiped out in an instant.
The sound of the stream emerged, and a desert oasis appeared in front of me.
Yuan Chen stepped forward, his face full of caution.
A large oasis and a clear pool.
The woman walked out of the clear pool. She looked at Yuan Chen and asked, "Have you seen my sister?"
Yuan Chen didn't hesitate to draw his sword. Life and death were instantaneous. If he didn't take the initiative to attack, would he be waiting to die?
Nothing here is true.
The woman was chopped into pieces, and a second woman with the same appearance walked out of the water, still saying the same words, as if she were two twins.
"Have you seen my sister? I can't find her."
With another sword attack, Yuan Chen realized what the problem was and how he would give the other party a chance to consume his energy.
Another Wuhua sword slashed out, and the clear pool was shattered, as if there was a broken mirror.
Faintly, the young man heard a sigh.
It seems that there is a similar woman waiting quietly on the opposite side of this clear pool.
The moment the mirror shattered.
Countless black water poured in, as if I was in a desert oasis a moment ago and now I am in a dark sea.
In the darkness, suppressed and crazy emotions are most likely to breed, but to Yuan Chen, these are just trivial matters.
Because beneath him, a huge mahogany coffin had appeared.
The inside of the coffin was white, and the young man got into the coffin without any hesitation.
Tiredness came over him, and the young man fell asleep with his sword in his arms.
Only the coffin moves forward in the dark sea, heading towards the set goal.
This time there was no coffin accompanying him, only a huge coffin moving forward in the darkness.
In a world of illusion, dreams are not a reality.
Taiyuan Temple is located in a corner of Taiyuan City. It was originally the residence of a certain monk who returned to secular life. The monk who returned to secular life married a wife and had a baby. He thought he could live a long life and have many descendants.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly went crazy in his later years, divorced his wife, and sold his entire wealth to build a temple.
Originally, no one dared to come to this temple. After all, it was unlucky to open a temple run by a crazy monk.
Not to mention that he is still a monk who has returned to secular life and divorced his wife.
No one dared to go there for two years, but whether it was God's will or not, Taiyuan City suddenly received an order from Emperor Taiyuan to requisition land to build a temple.
The city lord of Taiyuan City was a little angry at first. After all, the expropriation of land and labor would make the people's livelihood difficult.
But the staff said excitedly: "City Lord, isn't there a ready-made temple in the west of the city? We just need to expand it.
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After five days of expansion, the Taiyuan Temple was completed.
What’s puzzling is that the person enshrined in the temple doesn’t seem to be a monk.
However, no matter what is offered, what is requested must be met.
The reputation gradually grew, and by some strange combination of circumstances, the temple became very popular.
Who cares what happened in the past? It is enough to just ask for your wishes to come true.
There are more and more monks in the temple, taking root here and spreading Buddhism.
It is said that one hundred kinds of people can see one hundred kinds of Buddhas. The statues in the temple hall are like reflections of people's hearts. What everyone sees is different.
The young monk Wu Yuan has been having nightmares every night since he entered the temple to practice. He told the master about it, but the master said that his six roots were impure and punished him to copy scriptures many times.
But even if he slept leaning on the scriptures, the young monk still had nightmares.
After getting up in the morning and practicing Qigong, the young monk stood in front of the main sculpture to collect the incense money as usual.
Seeing the incense entering the box in front of him, the young monk felt a headache.
There was so much money that he had to count it every night before he could eat. Maybe he was the only one who didn't want so much incense in the entire temple.
Thinking of the small temple in the mountains again, the young monk's eyes turned red.
The old master passed away and asked himself to go to Taiyuan Temple, but here, he really couldn't feel the warmth of the small temple in the mountains.
In fact, an idea had already taken root in his mind.
Go back to the mountains and continue to be that poor little monk.
The young monk took the incense money from these strange brothers, which was a bit strange.
He is obviously the elder brother, but he calls the younger one brother. He is obviously called brother, but it is the younger brother who pays.
Maybe it was really strange, so the young monk paid more attention.
It was precisely because of this extra attention that the young monk discovered two strange black and white pieces.
The young monk picked up the black and white pieces and wanted to return them, but found that the black and white pieces fell into his hands and disappeared.
Even if he wanted to return it, he couldn't find it.
If it's blackmail, it's hard to explain.
But after much thought, the young monk still felt that he should inform the two brothers.
As a result, when God returned, the brother had disappeared.
The young monk chased them out, but it was difficult to find the two people among the crowd.
"No chance, why did you come out? Go back quickly. If the abbot finds out, he will punish you to fast at night."
The young monk felt embarrassed, apologized profusely, and then returned to his post.
But at night, the abbot somehow found out about this. Not only did he not let him eat, he also asked him to record the incense throughout the night to ensure there were no mistakes.
Wu Yuan knew that he was at fault, so he happily accepted the punishment.
There are no stars or moon in the dark night sky.
From time to time, the baby's cry came from the darkness in the distance, making the young monk counting the money a little chilly.
"hehe……"
Suddenly, there was a weird laughter coming from behind. Wu Yuan suddenly turned around and yelled: "Who!?"
There was no one behind him, only the huge sculpture seemed to be smiling.
Wu Yuan raised his head and glanced at the sculpture. In his eyes, this was Buddha.
With Buddha behind me, Wuyuan suddenly felt much more relaxed.
But the moment he turned his head, the sculpture's eyes suddenly moved slightly downward.
By the time he finished counting the incense money, it was already late at night, and he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of climbing through the window, as if someone had climbed in through the window.
Wu Yuan immediately became nervous. Before he could call for help, a gust of wind blew by and all the candles were extinguished.
Immediately after Wu Yuan felt a pain on his face, he hurriedly patted it with his hand, and the hand he stretched out happened to pick up the black and white pieces.
It was a perfect fit, and a mask was photographed by the young monk right on his face.
In an instant, the young monk's body stood up straight, as if someone had been on top of him in an instant.
In the darkness, the eyes of the temple sculpture are always staring at the young monk standing upright. It seems to be wondering, where does this black and white mask come from?
But it only lasted for a moment, and the black and white mask disappeared.
The candle was lit again and everything returned to normal.
Wu Yuan opened his eyes in confusion, and he fell asleep at his desk to rest.
Two people walked out from behind the pillar in the room. They had similar temperaments, and they looked like brothers at first glance.
"Senior, are you sure two of them fell here? Why didn't I find them?"
The boy with the smaller size clenched his fist tightly and said: "Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to find them for me. These two are extraordinary and there must be no room for error!"
"Okay, senior." Wu Hao knew that this senior treasured his chessboard very much, but he didn't expect that the chess pieces would be lost if he carried them with him.
"Senior, is this monk okay? Will he wake up?"
Wu Hao knelt down and looked at the tired monk who was sleeping. He felt a little strange. Why was this monk's face white on one side and black on the other?
Is it a visual reason?
"Leave before sunrise." Mo Yuan stared at the eyes of the sculpture, but unfortunately the sculpture closed its eyes and did not look at it.
"Senior, why do I remember that the eyes of this sculpture are still closed during the day? Could it be that they fell asleep at night?"
Wu Hao scratched his head, maybe he remembered it wrong.
Mo Yuan stared at the eyes of the sculpture and said calmly: "It just doesn't dare to open its eyes. Daytime is the time for it to sleep."
Wu Hao was shocked, but after hearing that he didn't dare, he suddenly became excited.
The seniors around him are so powerful that no evil spirits dare to bully him.
The next day, I was accidentally knocked awake by a wooden fish.