Chapter 695: Experience the various aspects of life, the Buddha enters the devil's land
Slowly experiencing a different life, immersed in it, it is particularly real.
Beggars, soldiers, farmers, princes and nobles, disabled people, etc.
Chen Qingyuan cannot control the life direction of each character, he can only let it develop and spend his life.
This kind of experience almost made Chen Qingyuan unbearable and wanted to break free. However, once he thought about it, once he got out of the chessboard, it would definitely be a failure, so he had to endure it and continue the game.
When Kassapa Buddha was alive, he traveled around the world and experienced all kinds of life. Only in this way can we truly understand the thoughts of the world, resolve the evil thoughts of the world, and save all sentient beings.
During the time when Buddha ruled, wars were rare.
If the territory under the jurisdiction of any holy land breaks out in turmoil due to profit and kills innocent people, then Kassapa Buddha will use a pair of fists full of love to make those people understand what Buddhism is.
Kasyapa Buddha cannot change the fate of mortals. All he can do is to do his best to reduce the evil in the world and make every corner of China full of order.
Chen Qingyuan's experience on the chessboard is just a speck of dust on the road to the world of mortals.
A drop in the ocean, not worth mentioning.
Kasyapa Buddha had seen even more miserable life with his own eyes and was extremely sad. Perhaps he couldn't bear to see it again, so he did not engrave it on the chessboard and let time bury it.
No matter what era, the pain of the people at the bottom is inevitable.
Kassapa Buddha's philosophy is to contend with the fate of the great road of heaven and earth, and to do his best to bring back those creatures of all races who should have fallen into the abyss.
Since we need to find a suitable inheritor, we must naturally let the inheritor experience the ups and downs of the worldly world.
Outside, on the edge of the Black Lake.
The woman in red maintained an elegant posture, always paying attention to Chen Qingyuan's changes.
At present, everything is stable and there is no danger.
"Whether you can succeed or not depends on luck."
The woman in red accidentally learned about the inheritance within the Emperor's Armed Buddha's Hand. She had lived in Tianyuan for three hundred thousand years and unearthed many secrets.
Time passed bit by bit, and Chen Qingyuan still didn't wake up.
...
At this moment, in the hinterland of the demon clan.
A monk in simple cassocks walked on a dark and narrow road with his hands clasped together.
There are dense jungles on both sides, the trees are all black, the soil is hard, and the sword cannot hurt it at all.
I have no regrets about my trip to the demon clan.
"Woo..."
The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling kept echoing.
Every corner seemed to be covered by a dark curtain, so thick and oppressive that no ray of sunlight could penetrate.
The atmosphere is eerie, every tree is like a ghost, and the appearance is terrifying.
Invisible evil thoughts are everywhere, which can infinitely amplify the fear and evil thoughts of living beings in the world.
Going deeper and deeper into the core territory of the demon clan, Fozi clearly felt the heaviness in his heart, and every step he took was extremely difficult. As he walked and chanted sutras, the golden light on the surface of his body was completely suppressed by the demonic thoughts, making it difficult to appear.
The real scene in the demonic hinterland cannot be seen with the naked eye, and one thinks that the Buddha is just walking on a forest path.
The actual situation is horrifying.
This road was entirely made of corpses. Countless dead souls stretched out their hands and grabbed at Buddha. There were also more than a dozen strange black shadows transformed by demonic thoughts, wrapping around the body.
It's very sticky.
It is precisely because of these dark shadows of demonic thoughts that they suppress the Buddha's light arising from the chanting of sutras and constantly erode their hearts.
"Things that are visible are born from the invisible...all are false..."
When a head blocked the road, Buddha stepped on it without hesitation.
Recite the meditation mantra to fight against the evil thoughts.
However, as the time spent in the demonic land becomes longer and longer, the effect of reciting Buddhist scriptures becomes less and less effective.
Sometimes, Buddha suddenly fell into a trance.
Faced with this situation, immediately bite the tip of your tongue, force out a drop of your natal essence and blood, and use a secret method to stay awake.
"What's good about being a monk? You can't do this and you can't do that."
"Simply fall into the devil's path, do whatever you want, and be free."
"With your ability, you will surely become a giant in the demonic way. In the future, the demons will definitely control you. Becoming a demon now will be of great benefit to you."
"Don't you like Yan Yanan? As long as you nod, the demons will not hurt her at all. From now on, you can live with her in two places, without having to take into account the rules of Buddhism. You can do whatever you want."
"Nod your head, it's a very simple matter, you have everything you want."
"The laws of order restrict your freedom. The road ahead is difficult, so why bother..."
Various ghostly and demonic sounds are transmitted into the ears, and it is useless to close the ear consciousness, but they can still be heard.
Although Fozi could still hold on, there would occasionally be strange mood swings on his face.
The demonic thoughts continuously amplified his weaknesses. It only took a moment of relaxation for the demonic laws to take advantage of him, with disastrous consequences.
Yan Yanan is the seventh princess of the You clan.
I don’t know what’s so special about a woman who made the Buddha fall.
For the sake of Yiyi and not to regret in this life, Buddha resolutely stepped into the demonic land and must bring Yan Yanan to a safe place.
After walking for a long, long time, hundreds of black magic lines appeared on Buddha's body, which were hideous and terrifying.
Even though his body was covered with magic patterns, Fuzi's eyes still remained clear and he was not fallen for the time being.
At the end of the road is a vast plain with no visible edge.
The land is dark and flat, which is an illusion on the surface, but in reality it is full of pits and bones.
At a certain location on the plain, there is a circular platform with a diameter of ten thousand feet.
In the middle of the high platform, a woman dressed in black stood upright with dull eyes, obviously unconscious, like a puppet, at the mercy of others.
This woman in black is Yan Yanan.
Looking at the high platform, Fozi's footsteps finally paused, and a complex wave appeared in his eyes, which was quickly covered up.
After many years, we met again, but unexpectedly it was like this.
"I am coming."
Buddhists do not call themselves "poor monks", their meaning is clear.
Not for Buddhism, but for yourself.
It's a pity that Yan Yanan couldn't see Fozi's momentary loss of consciousness, nor could he hear these words full of complicated emotions.
A Buddha is a living person, not a cold and heartless stone, and will always have emotional fluctuations.
In fact, the former Buddhist disciples had the idea of returning to secular life more than once. Later, when they entered the nine-story ancient temple in the ancient world of Dizhou, they truly saw through the world of mortals and were no longer confused.
"According to the agreement, you should let her go."
Fozi glanced around several times. Although he could not see the demon cultivator, he must have known that a group of demons were hiding in the dark and watching.
"We won't stop him. Buddha just goes up and takes the person away."
An old devil came with a message.
On the high platform, engraved with ancient demon patterns, is a demon altar.
Once the Buddha steps on it, there is no way he can come down again. At least, these demons don't believe that the Buddha can keep his mind.