Chapter 314 Demon Court, Resurrection from the Dead
Looking at the slightly swaying yellow beam, Qingyin suddenly felt that her thoughts were racing.
He gently tapped the surroundings, and countless starlights instantly enveloped him, forming a mysterious and magnificent formation.
In an instant, Qingyin's figure disappeared without a trace.
In the blink of an eye, he came to Manjusri.
Looking at the frosty Yulin and the frowning novice, Qingyin laughed with interest.
Manjusri is sitting on the top of the temple, holding a white porcelain bottle in his palm, looking at the dreamy scenery around him, his eyes showing some thoughts and regrets.
"In the beginning, Jin Zha looked just as clumsy and embarrassed as he practiced the Yuqing Immortal Dharma with me in Mount Wutai."
"I didn't expect that time has changed so quickly. The handsome and cute little boy at the beginning has now become the demon marshal of heaven."
Manjusri's eyes were deep and his vision was slightly blurred.
He seemed to see the shadow of Jin Zha on Yu Chan's body.
Qingyin sighed slightly, sat next to Manjusri, and said in a slightly cold voice.
"Now is not the time to remember the past."
After saying that, Qingyin took out Huang Liang.
In an instant, the rich and pure dreamy charm quietly swept out like a continuous spring rain.
Before Manjusri had time to observe carefully, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
The endlessly churning colorful clouds rushed in from all directions, forming countless bizarre glass fragments.
Inside the fragments, there are many dream-like scenes that are vaguely visible, as if they were the scenes where he realized the magical power of fortune-telling beside the long river of life.
Manjusri squinted his eyes thoughtfully, and he could feel that these dreams were particularly ancient and desolate, as if they were not a product of this era.
The dreams shattered all around were like a vast sea of smoke, like the stars in the sky turning slowly, and you could vaguely see the scenes of fighting and fighting on the battlefield.
Thinking of this, Manjusri pinched the treasure seal with his hand, his spiritual essence flowed instantly, and his eyes bloomed with bright luster.
In his sight, the steaming smoke gradually dissipated, revealing the true appearance of these dreams.
The colorful fragments continue to collide, revealing a variety of bright pictures.
In the picture, it turned out to be a dream arranged by the great sages of Demon Court when they were dying.
Manjusri opened his eyes wide, feeling the inheritance recorded in the dream, and his heart was already filled with turmoil.
He simply couldn't believe that as far back as the Lich Tribulation period, the demon clan had already begun to practice and deduce the dream path.
"This, how is this possible?"
Manjusri's voice was slightly hoarse, and looking at the swaying dream in front of him, he always felt a little unrealistic.
Qingyin waved her hand indifferently and pointed lightly in front of her.
In an instant, the continuous starlight quietly scattered and turned into a slowly rotating brilliant formation.
The pure charm, filled with thousands of strands of pearls, carried these dreams lightly to prevent them from being washed away by the surrounding spiritual essence, causing the true meaning of the dreams to be lost.
"Even you are so vacillating. You can imagine how secretive the Demon Court's plan was in the first place."
Qingyin narrowed her eyes thoughtfully and looked up at the lunar star hanging high in the sky.
He gently groped for the Taoist robe with his fingers, already having the answer in his mind.
"The Zhoutian Star Dou is the hope for the future rise of the demon clan, and it is the inheritance that Emperor Jun has painstakingly laid out. How can it only have the effect of gathering starlight to temper the body? Maybe there are many details in it, and we failed to do so in time.
Discover the secret.”
Hearing this, Manjusri nodded thoughtfully.
He gently held up the white porcelain bottle in his hand, and the aura in his palm surged instantly.
The white bottle bloomed with a pure and elegant charm, and there was a slight sound of impact from inside, as if the sound of water was rippling like the waves crashing on the shore.
As Manjusri gently shook his fingers, countless pure trickles swayed out of the pure bottle.
The small streams entangled with each other and continued to collide, turning into many palm-sized lotus flowers floating in the air, swaying up and down.
The interior of the lotus is dotted with countless mysterious waterway runes, flowing slowly with the sunlight.
Those dreams bound by the starry sky seemed to be summoned after the lotus appeared, and they swayed in the direction of Manjusri.
After the dream fell into the center of the lotus, the lotus gradually closed slowly.
The surrounding waves gradually solidified, as if they were crystal clear amber jade, sealing these dreams intact.
The dream is swaying, exuding colorful lights in the air, just like the gorgeous fireworks at the festival, suddenly painted on the paper with a brush.
The brilliance reveals the desolation and loneliness, just like the dilapidated demon court today.
Manjusri blew into the white porcelain bottle and immediately collected these dreams and placed them at the bottom of the bottle for safe keeping.
He looked at the little novice who was practicing diligently in the distance, with a faint smile on his lips.
"For this little guy, Yulin has tried his best to teach the essence of the ghost way. I hope that when the dust finally settles, Jin Chanzi will not let us down."
Qingyin nodded calmly, flicked her fingers, and the yellow beam in front of her suddenly became petite and exquisite, and flew steadily back into Qingyin's sleeves.
He didn't pay too much attention, and his body slowly disappeared into nothingness.
The cold smell scattered in the air gradually became warmer as Qingyin left.
Before I knew it, the sky was already getting slightly brighter.
The bright and bright sunshine, like soft and graceful tassels, suddenly scatters the radiance full of hope in every corner of the wilderness.
When the darkness slowly faded away, crystal clear dew remained on the surfaces of the flowers, plants and trees, and a little bit of wind and frost remained on their backs.
Manjusri strolled out of the temple and couldn't help but squint his eyes as he looked at the fresh and beautiful mountain scenery around him.
Taking a deep breath, in an instant, the biting cold wind, accompanied by the fragrance of the earth, mixed with each other, entangled and filled the heart and spleen.
Manjusri's slightly agitated mood gradually became calmer.
With the charm of spring and bright scenery quietly filling the air, the light of wisdom is like a rainbow in the chest.
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Manjusri's gaze contains infinite wisdom, deducing the result from countless clues.
At this time, his thoughts were particularly fast.
In the blink of an eye, many doubts and difficulties can be easily solved.
The fruits bred by Huang Liang are carefully sealed in white porcelain bottles, looking like carefully carved works of art.
Manjusri knew in his heart that this was the last chance for the great sage of the demon race to be resurrected.
"Dream Road..."
Manjusri murmured thoughtfully, becoming increasingly curious about this path.
The Dream Path is the sixth avenue among the three thousand avenues, but there are very few living beings who practice this path.
Except for the sage who introduced him, even the Medicine Master, his direct disciple, rarely dabbled in it.
Because the dream path is about transcending the world and wandering freely in the dreams of other living beings.
There are so many creatures in the ancient world, and each creature's dream is different.
Some are full of sweet words, some are full of bloodshed, and some are full of gongs, drums, and firecrackers. If you make the slightest mistake, the other person will be completely stunned in his dream.
Because of this, the degree of danger in dreams has increased significantly, making many beings who want to practice this path feel frightened.
Looking around, in the entire prehistoric period, apart from the saints who led us, I dreamed that the one with the highest attainments was Manjushri.
The breeze quietly passed over the cheeks, causing everything to gradually revive from its deep sleep.
Those bugs hiding in the corners crawled out from the dark corners one after another, taking advantage of this beautiful morning to look for food.
Chirping sounds came one after another, and countless petite and cute birds jumped out one after another, skillfully turning over the leaves and mud on the ground in search of insects to feed themselves.
Manjusri was immersed in the light of wisdom. Based on these clues, he continued to innovate and search for the remaining clues of the Demon Court Holy Temple.
At the beginning, during the Lich Tribulation Period, the Second Saints of the West were in extremely embarrassing situations.
They don't have as deep a foundation as Sanqing, and they don't have Nuwa's unique advantages.
In this barren dojo in the West, not only spiritual power is lacking, but even the number of genius treasures is extremely rare.
It is simply a fantasy to achieve enlightenment in this bitter cold place.
In order to quickly restore the deficit of the mountains and rivers in the west, the sage Zhunti worked hard and worked hard.
He took action personally, abandoned his face, and wandered around Dongsheng China.
He would ruthlessly uproot all the flowers, plants and trees with aura and plant them in the western border, gradually restoring life to this dry and barren land.
However, Zhunti at that time was not a saint, but just a Daluo Jinxian.
With his ability, no matter how much he does, it will only be a drop in the bucket.
I thought Saint Zhunti would give up because of this, but unexpectedly, he gritted his teeth and persisted for hundreds of thousands of years.
Later, he obtained a large amount of resource treasures from unknown places. Large areas of the load were placed in the western boundary, which gradually restored some aura to the originally barren soil. It was not only suitable for the growth of ordinary resource treasures, but also vaguely derived spiritual veins.
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This strange sight is regarded by many strong people as a reward for their hard work.
However, as a person who has experienced it, Manjusri understands that everything inside is not as simple as it seems on the surface.
At the beginning, Demon Court was the overlord of the sky, in charge of the sun, moon and stars, so its background was naturally extremely rich. If a little benefit could be revealed from under the fingernails, the West, which was in a state of embarrassment, could regain its vitality.
Because of this, how could Zhunti, who had always tried his best to figure things out, give up on Demon Court, an ally with a profound background.
Therefore, he personally went out to pull strings and used Meng Dao's methods as a bargaining chip to exchange for a large amount of resources and treasures from Di Jun.
This bargaining chip is the dream power.
A dream come true!
Manjusri had seen in his previous life that when a saint used this magical power, he could forcefully pull the other party out of the long river of history in their mottled and confusing dreams.
Even if the world is far away, the target can be successfully resurrected in the dream.
As the overlord of heaven and earth, the emperor called on countless monsters to guard the starry sky, so he naturally had to prepare in advance for these confidants.
Therefore, the emperor took precautions and directly sealed the dreams of countless great saints deep in the stars.
If the Lich wins the Tribulation and the demon clan continues to guard the sky, these dreams will be insignificant, but will become a place for future generations to gain experience.
If the Lich fails to solve the calamity in the end, the guiding saint can still use the magical power of dreams to come true, so that the great saints can be resurrected safely in the long river of history.
Because of this, when the West was in the most embarrassing situation, the high-ranking Demon Court would lend a helping hand.
This was originally a watertight cooperation, but unexpectedly, everyone overestimated the background and understanding of the saint.
Until after the end of the Journey to the West, the Holy Spirit had not succeeded in deducing the magical power that would make dreams come true, and even due to the influence of the Calamity, his realm had somewhat regressed.
Therefore, the remaining dreams of the demon clan can only fall into a long and helpless sleep deep in the starry sky.
Thinking of this, Manjusri sighed helplessly.
These powerful men from the ancient times were enough to daunt me in terms of their ideas and talents.
Even after knowing the emperor's arrangement, Manjusri wanted to help, but he didn't know where to start.
After thinking about it, Manjusri took out a delicate little bell from his arms.
The moment it shook gently, a crisp and sweet sound came from it.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Ya's voice came out from the bell.
"What's the matter?"
The other party's voice sounded a bit muffled, and you could vaguely hear the sound of moonflower seeds being cracked open.
Manjusri suddenly laughed, and his heart was wrapped in warmth.
"Come to Sun Star, I have something to discuss with you."