Eight hundred and seventieth chapters three official scriptures
Lu Zhengkang couldn't put into words this feeling, just like what Qing Ningzi said, he had been escaping and trying to prove himself.
Prove that you are different from your previous life.
Just like it proves that one cannot step into the same river twice, strictly speaking, the person in one second is different from the person in the next second. The past heart cannot be grasped, the present heart cannot be grasped, and the future mind cannot be grasped.
.What Lu Zhengkang really owns in this world is himself, his own
Nature. External objects, such as sounds, dogs and horses, and all the sounds of nature, never belong to him even a moment. Even time does not belong to him, space does not belong to him, his body does not belong to him, and his sneaky mind does not belong to him.
What Lu Zhengkang really possesses is his own true spirit.
There are countless Lu Zhengkangs in the world, and they are all different. What makes them different? Personality? I’m afraid every Lu Zhengkang has the same personality. There may be differences, but they are pretty much the same. Experiences? These are
Content that can be edited at will. When Lu Zhengkang came to Tiancang Realm, he was free. He did not remember Su Xiangli, or Serana, or his lover who existed in some other world. At that time, he
You can pursue Qing Ningzi openly.
Lu Zhengkang is willing to share himself with others, just like storing wealth in an account, like printing an engraved document.
Now, he found that there was another chapter on his paperwork.
He is not the Lu Zhengkang at the end of that century. He once was, he may be, he may be, but he is not. He drank Mengpo soup, walked over the Naihe Bridge, crossed the Santu River, and cut off the fate. The current Lu Zhengkang,
He can't say that he loves Su Xiangli. The one who really loves Su Xiangli is Tianqi and Ouroboros, not the Red Sky Demon Lord and the Nine-Colored Deer.
He is a smeared banknote, stuffed into the pocket of his lover. He is a doll hanging in the air, afraid to fall to the ground.
Memory is a rope, strangling his neck.
Lu Zhengkang didn't even dare to say whether he was really willing to break away. He might still be addicted to this kind of cowardice.
In the timeline of Lu Zhengkang's death, his brain tissue was removed, and it was not until so many years later that it was stuffed into the body of the mechanical deer.
That's when the mechanical deer dies. There can't be two deer Zhengkang at the same moment.
The one who came to the Celestial Realm was a flesh and blood body, but he was neither a mechanical deer nor an apocalypse. At best, he was a ghost from the past.
But it is undoubtedly Lu Zhengkang, who bears the name of Lu Zhengkang. He owes Su Xiangli, and it was the program she set that finally woke him up. Even though he no longer loves Su Xiangli across time, space, life and death, he can
He will still sacrifice to save her...
He has no chips, he needs clean banknotes, he is not clean banknotes.
"Qing Ning'er, if one day..."
"Huh?" She hummed softly, to the tune of a Taoist priest singing sutras. She came from a serious academic background, so it was normal for her to be able to sing sutras and recite mantras. This was a required course in her childhood.
"It's nothing." Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "It's nothing."
In fact, the clean banknote has been prepared a long time ago.
"At that time, the Great Immortal who saved the suffering was in the Great Luo Heaven, in the Jiuqi Ziwei Heavenly Palace. Lord Bai Dao said: Gather the Sanyuan, the officials of heaven, earth, water, the three realms and the four prefectures, all the saints and officials, and the Kaojiesi, together with all the immortals.
Preach the Dharma, save all sentient beings, magnify the light, and illuminate all the countries in the world and nine states..."
The whispering words are as green as promised.
There are thousands of palaces in Shushan. Disciples chant sutras and recite mantras in the halls, while Dharma conchs ring and Dharma bells ring.
The heretic body fell from the sky, "Chitian Mansion would like to invite all fellow Taoists to stay in Wutong Realm for a few days! Please do not refuse my kindness!"
He directly shook his fist and fought against the immortals.
Lu Zhengkang sat on the stone bench with his eyes closed, and Qing Ningzi hummed a sutra, as if she had returned to that time, when she was under the dome of the high Sanqing Palace, with all the beautiful paintings, solemn statues, and lit sandalwood in her ears.
The sound, the futon under the seat, everything was in front of her. She sang sutras, "rivers, lakes and seas"
Within. In the world of Jambudvipa, all living beings are suffering. They do evil but not good. They make enemies and enmities. They do many things poorly. They don’t make money. They disrespect the heaven and earth, the sun and the moon. They yell at the wind and rain. They deceive gods and destroy their images. They hide things from heaven and earth.
.Indecent sages, disrespectful to parents, uncles and relatives, adulterers, thieves, adulterers, unfaithful and unfilial, indecent and unrighteous..."
The palace was razed, the flying sword magic weapon was destroyed, a hole opened in the Wutong realm, and the Red Heaven crowd poured out. These organized and cheap cultivator groups deployed successive formations to defeat the resistance of the Qinglian Sword Sect.
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Thousands of people screamed, tens of millions of people ran, tens of millions of people resisted desperately, the whistling of flying swords, the sound of Taoist magic being splashed, the sound of cursing, the sound of palaces and buildings exploding in the mountains and forests, the sound of wailing, the buzzing sound, the land of Shushan, the aura.
Soaring into the sky for three days.
"... A woman's pregnancy lasts three days and five days. She cannot give birth. Or her baby dies while she is still alive. The baby dies after giving birth. The baby dies at the age of 36 or 9. The baby dies at the age of 12 or 15. One day and one night. Thousands of deaths. All are injustices.
Come, turn your eyes into money, defraud others of your property, turn into animals. If there are good men and women who are determined to give money, fast and bathe, recite this sutra, repent of your mistakes, even if you are guilty, you will never be free..."
The scene in front of Qing Ningzi became more and more real and clear. She returned to the Qinglian Sword Sect where she had been growing up. It had always been like this. In all the mountains, rivers and vegetation, the energy of heaven and earth, the wind, frost, rain and snow, there was always the sound of chanting, wonderful.
The Tao is supreme and the spiritual heaven is infinite.
"...This sutra has a total of one thousand, six hundred and seventy-five words. Each word is truly interpreted. Every sentence eliminates guilt. Actions are used to destroy sins. The scrolls are blessed. All gods and gods in the three realms and ten directions listen to and speak this sutra.
.Everyone is very happy. They believe, accept and obey. They bow to each other and leave."
She let out a long sigh.
In the Wutong Realm, flying boats were flying around. The disciples, elders and masters of the Qinglian Sword Sect, the previous ancestors, and even all the treasures and materials were all plundered and transported to the Wutong Realm. The Chitian people came to give these people a
If you set your heart to seal the heavenly seal, you will be able to enjoy it in a short time.
"Qing Ning'er, what do you think of this alien world? Humans, gods and demons coexist, and it's quite peaceful. From now on, our old world will be like this too. Why do we need to ascend to the realm of Nine Spirit Heavens? If we really want to ascend,
That’s where you should go.”
"Which place?"
"The Pure Land of Bodhisattvas."
"Sounds awesome. What's in there?"
"Countless worlds, countless universes, and Mount Sumeru." A fragmented scene flashed before Lu Zhengkang's eyes.
"Sounds good."
Lu Zhengkang suddenly remembered that if he really went to the Pure Land, wouldn't he meet a lot of lovers?
What kind of pure land is this? It's obviously a Shura field. "Ah, it's not really good at all. Let's just not go there."
"Huh?" Qing Ningzi narrowed her eyes.
Lu Zhengkang hurriedly interrupted, "Ah, when we were chatting just now, I destroyed the Qinglian Sword Sect."