Chapter 160 The mystery of the world, the returnees
The strong ones left with their families one after another, leaving the helpless weak ones looking at the dimming sky and struggling to survive.
Therefore, a compassionate immortal threw out the scroll in his hand and turned it into a small world, absorbing some planets, creating a world that could thrive and accommodate many races.
It is said that this great immortal is called Luozhou, and he has a beard on his chin...but the details have been lost in the past.
The picture scroll left by that great immortal is the universe we all live in today.
In order to avoid falling into destruction, this world is reincarnated every 129,600 years. As the saying goes, everything is renewed and everything is renewed. The new world can get rid of the twilight and can flourish again.
Up to now, I have been reincarnated countless times.
Every time an era ends, the seeds of life are retained for the next era to sprout civilization again.
However, life is fragile after all and cannot bear such violent twists and turns. The seeds of life of many races have been shattered and dissipated, and they can no longer wake up and breathe the fresh air of the earth.
Once the era is updated, the civilization running in the picture scroll will go backwards.
The descendants of the once powerful beings were so weak that they even lost their intelligence and turned into ordinary beasts.
The more serious problem is not only the deterioration of the quality of life seeds, but also the inability of the picture scroll itself to support reincarnation again and again.
Perhaps in a few more epochs, this world will be shattered.
The remaining lives are like weak flames. Once they come into contact with the cold wind of the dead universe outside, they will be extinguished in an instant.
Lu Zhengkang spoke slowly, and an illusion appeared around him, which was the world before the era.
Everyone was horrified and shouted "Bodhisattva has mercy".
People think that Luyuan Bodhisattva is also a powerful person like the great immortal, who wants to lead people to transcend the bad luck of death.
Lu Zhengkang lowered his eyes.
He is not that strong.
Not even the Sambhogakaya.
He is at best a successor.
The successor to the picture scroll world.
What he wants to do is actually similar to what Xiangshu wants to do.
Xiangshu wants to be the monster that brings about the end of the era. He wants to become the end of the era, forever above reincarnation, until the day the picture scroll collapses.
What does Lu Zhengkang want to do?
He wants to change the pattern of epochal reincarnation.
Life fades, but wisdom needs to last forever.
To do this, we must first overthrow the old world.
Lu Zhengkang told everyone that Xiangshu would eventually devour the world, and then asked everyone to settle down in the Pure Land as soon as possible, as the decisive battle was approaching.
Yes.
As the son of the era, the final battle between Taiwu and Xiangshu will be started by Lu Zhengkang himself.
In order to ensure victory, Lu Zhengkang has done his best.
Xiangshu is the gathering of evil thoughts of all living beings. Now that all living beings have entered the Pure Land, Xiangshu can no longer receive an endless supply of supplies. In addition, the hilt of Fuyu sword comes from one of the ten weapons of Demon Godshu. It has the same origin and has the potential to end Xiangshu.
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After giving instructions to the Pure Land people, Lu Zhengkang left the high platform.
It’s time to find Taiwu’s successor.
Now, he is almost omniscient in this world.
Taking one step forward, you arrived at the foot of Lotus Mountain, where a petite girl stood in front of the Lion Gate Gate.
The gatekeeper disciples are all in the Pure Land.
The huge sect was empty. Taiwu Xixi didn't want to break in like a thief, so he just waited at the door.
Lu Zhengkang suddenly appeared in front of her.
Taiwu Xixi was stunned, "You are so good-looking."
The wonderful appearance of the Bodhisattva is certainly beautiful.
Lu Zhengkang looked at his little sister kindly and called softly: "Sun Lizhai."
Taiwu frowned and said, "What Sun Lizhai? She is so annoying."
"Yes, you are Fu Xixi. Then who do you think I am?"
"You... look familiar."
Can’t you even remember the Bodhisattva statues you see every day?
"You..." Taiwu Xixi was in a daze, "Lu Yuan... No, uh, are you a Buddhist?"
"yes."
Taiwu Xixi's face immediately showed the excitement of seeing her idol, "Ah ah ah! It's the Buddha!" She even boldly ran to Lu Zhengkang and pulled up his sleeves.
"Fozi, have you returned to the human world? What are you doing here? Like me, are you looking for Brother Li? He is so powerful. People in the world call him an enemy of ten thousand people. He is a strong man only below you. You
If you have anything to ask him, he will definitely be able to help you. But as you can see, there is no one in his family..." Taiwu muttered, talking nonsense, "By the way, Buddha,
Can you help me save someone?"
"Save who?"
"Save me, Brother Bai." The little girl said with an innocent look on her face. Yes, in her mind, Buddha was someone who saved people in need and he would not refuse any kind request.
Lu Zhengkang chuckled, "You are much cuter than in your previous life."
Taiwu Xixi continued to murmur, and Lu Zhengkang took her hand and crossed thousands of mountains and rivers in one step to the hinterland of Ranshan Mountain.
The small building where Wang Ping'an lives.
Entering the first floor, the place is covered with long curtains, and these curtains are covered with talisman paper, all of which are painted with cinnabar talismans.
The draft blew through the hall and the curtains whistled.
Taiwu Xixi was still mumbling, and his voice alarmed the people upstairs.
An old Taoist priest rushed down, "Who is it?"
Lu Zhengkang looked at this old acquaintance. He was indeed an old acquaintance. He was the Taoist priest who gave orders to Li Dingxun and Wang Ping'an's master.
Taiwu Xixi introduced himself openly, completely unaware of how suspicious it was for a stranger like himself to appear in another sect.
However, the old Taoist priest's attention has been completely attracted by Lu Zhengkang.
He knelt on the ground with a snap, and his knees, which had been in disrepair for a long time, collided firmly with the ground, making a frightening creaking sound.
The old Taoist fell to the ground.
"I have met the Buddha."
Lu Zhengkang nodded, "Come and see your apprentice."
The old Taoist was immediately moved to tears, "Buddha is still aware of the sufferings of the world despite his busy schedule..."
Taiwu frowned and said, "Oh, I asked Buddha to come and save people."
The Taoist priest was still trembling on the ground and saying good things for free, feeling confused and complicated.
Lu Zhengkang passed by him and went upstairs. He immediately saw two beds side by side in an empty room, with a man lying on each bed.
As soon as he saw it, he knew it in his heart.
Wang Pingan's Qi machine is like a dragon, while Bai Zimo's Qi machine is like a stone.
They were back in their previous lives.
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Bluestone Pavilion.
A game of chess.
The swordsman and the monk sit opposite each other.
The swordsman wears white clothes and holds a black sword.
The monk wears black clothes and holds white clothes.
It's raining lightly outside the pavilion.
A mirror lake with light ripples.
The distant mountains are like ink, the long sky is like silk, both are reflected, and the water and sky are one color.
In the shadow of the water, the swordsman wears black clothes and the monk wears white clothes.
"Donor Moyun, long time no see."
"This should be said to you, Master Benyu."
"We didn't expect to see each other again."
The swordsman was silent, "When did you come back?"
"Eighteen years ago."
"Bai Zimo's child wasn't born yet. Were you always in his body?"
"I am him."
"impossible."
"Why not?"
"He should be the reincarnation of Broken Sword's Sword Intent."
The monk's face was expressionless, but his tone was gentle, "The sword's intention, the sword's heart. The heart is me, and I am the heart."
"It turns out that you have always been the Bodhi tree on the spiritual platform, but the sword intention is actually the Bodhi tree."
The monk smiled faintly, as bright as a spring flower, "It's time to go, the Bodhisattva is waiting for us."
Stand up, the chessboard is filled, no matter who wins or loses.