Chapter 800 The Peeping of the Blood Lama, Dancing on the Tip of the Knife
The path to enlightenment taken by the Blood Lama is completely different from that of ordinary human monks. In comparison, he is more sensitive to many things.
Not long after he woke up, he realized that a large part of his memory was missing in his heart, as if it had been completely erased. He had tried to retrieve the missing memory before, but when he first woke up, his strength was too much.
Now that familiar feeling arose in his heart again, and he began to search again.
Dive into your own heart and discover things that once existed but can no longer be recalled.
Soon, he searched all the way and came to the deepest part of his heart, where there was an abyss like returning to ruins.
In the inner world, countless things that feel strange yet familiar are condensed into balls of light that constantly shine on the screen, and fall into the abyss.
This is the heart abyss. In order to ensure that it is pure enough and prevent distracting thoughts from affecting the practice or affecting him, all unimportant distracting thoughts, even past memories, will continue to fall into the heart abyss.
Similarly, if he wants to remember something that has fallen into the abyss of his heart, he must personally go deep into the abyss of his heart to find it.
Standing on the edge of the abyss of the heart, thinking about the last time he went down and almost being swallowed by nothingness, the Blood Lama was still a little frightened.
But ever since I heard the rumors spread by that powerful lunatic, an inexplicable sense of crisis emerged deep in my heart.
Falling into the abyss of the heart, the light ball that fell with him illuminated the darkness, but as it fell, the light of the light ball began to become weaker and weaker, and finally it was completely extinguished, blended into the darkness, and disappeared.
The Blood Lama was also falling continuously. He could still feel the presence of tarnished light balls around him. After an unknown period of time, he could no longer feel anything nearby.
There is only nothingness, the kind of nothingness that makes him feel scared. He has too many missing memories, and looking at the world itself is like looking at flowers in a fog. He has never been able to see clearly, but now he has completely understood it.
Why is there nothingness here? Because what he is passing through now is what happened in the last reincarnation and what he experienced in this sea of thoughts.
And those things were annihilated even more thoroughly than the Heart Abyss. It was a power that monks could never match and could not touch.
He didn't touch everything here rashly and just skipped it, even though he knew that there must be extremely important information in it.
As it continues to sink, vague impressions like ink paintings begin to emerge. These impressions, like freehand paintings, are broken into countless fragments. They continue to be broken here until they turn into dust and are finally completely annihilated.
Following his last experience, he chose a direction.
He saw a toothy smile on a fragment. The fragment continued to shatter in an instant, and the feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger. Similar fragments began to attract him.
He can resuscitate. The owner of this smile has made great contributions. Most of the power needed in the early stage of the condensed blood lama comes from this person.
A young monk named Qin Yang.
There are more and more fragments, but they are not systematic. On a broken picture, a terrifying nothingness emerges, as if it is suppressed in the void.
There were more and more fragments, coming from the power of transforming sentient beings, and thoughts began to bless him. He felt that this time, he might find more information.
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In a gray world with never-ending gray blizzards, hundreds of phantom screens surround killer Qin Yang. His hands turned into phantoms, and the information on hundreds of screens slid down like a waterfall.
Suddenly, the killer Qin Yang paused slightly. He raised his head expressionlessly and looked at the mountain peak at the center of the world.
Only half of that mountain is located in the gray world, and the upper half is beyond the gray world.
This mountain peak represents the existence of Emperor Ying.
The existence of Emperor Ying is difficult for him.
That subtle sense of peeping kept passing by with increasing frequency.
A peek from outside the world.
Killer Qin Yang's thinking speed began to accelerate to the extreme. He took a step forward and appeared halfway up the mountain. This was already the top of the gray world.
That fleeting sense of voyeurism is particularly evident here.
In an instant, time seemed to be stretched out for the duration of a cup of tea. He could feel the smallest details, which were continuously magnified and stretched to sense.
The killer Qin Yang pushed up his glasses with a cold expression.
A small notebook flew to the side and recorded automatically.
"The practice of the Great Dream Sutra has a strong strengthening effect on the induction of the five super senses."
If it were before, he would not have been able to detect this kind of spiritual peeping beyond vision.
Stand at the top of the world and continue to feel carefully.
The killer Qin Yang took out a small notebook and listed the people who might appear.
All people outside the Nianhai can be ignored.
It is uncertain whether anyone is strong enough to peer through the sea of thoughts to spy on him.
But he can be sure that his strength is not enough to sense the prying eyes of people outside Nianhai.
And in the sea of thoughts, there is someone who can spy on him so accurately.
Most likely, there are only two, Blood Lama and Emperor Ying.
Killer Qin Yang felt that fleeting feeling. The frequency was getting higher and higher, and the probability that the other party might spy on him was very high. Instead of just waiting for death, it was better to take the initiative and confirm who it was first.
As soon as the killer Qin Yang's thoughts moved, a slight gap appeared between the top of the gray world and the mountain peak that penetrated the gray world.
The moment this tiny gap appeared, that fleeting feeling suddenly became much clearer.
At that moment, time became extremely slow in the eyes of killer Qin Yang, and no detail, not even an insignificant part, was ignored.
In my mind, I quickly constructed a line draft.
In a dark world, there are countless fragments, and one person is sinking in the darkness. He cannot catch each fragment, and there are more fragments approaching him.
He couldn't see his face, but it was enough for him to judge who the other person was through minute details.
It's the Blood Lama, and the Blood Lama is peeping at him.
The crack closed again, and the killer Qin Yang closed his eyes and meditated.
With that startling glance, one could also notice that in terms of pure consciousness, the Blood Lama was at least one level stronger than him. It would only be a matter of time before the other party spied on something.
Reorganize the captured details and refine the line sketch.
Killer Qin Yang opened his eyes and silently lowered the danger level.
It is impossible for the other party to cross the boundary and peer into his heart out of thin air.
The result is that he himself has become stronger without knowing it, and can already capture some people to peek into things about him under certain conditions.
Therefore, it is more likely that the Blood Lama is recovering his own lost memory.
The killer Qin Yang pushed up his glasses, his eyes indifferent.
He is different from the dog Qin Yang. He never passively expects that the Blood Lama will not remember everything related to him.
The Blood Lama has been in his hands since he was just a little Qi-nurturing monk before he left Qinglin City. It had been too long and he was too weak at the time.
The skeletal Buddha wearing a high hat and only his back appeared in the piece of blood jade. The moment he turned around for the first time and saw him.
It should be nipped in the cradle at all costs.
Now it is confirmed that this peek was not that dangerous.
But after the killer Qin Yang continued to make deductions, he was unwilling to let it go. This was an opportunity, and he had a bold idea.
With a thought, a plastic black sword appeared in the hands of killer Qin Yang.
He waved his hand and inserted the plastic black sword at the opposite top of the gray world, where it met the giant peak of Emperor Ying.
The black light began to escape from here, turning into a sky, covering the sky of the entire gray world, from top to bottom, wrapping the entire world in it.
Opening a crack and looking up at the nothingness outside, the killer Qin Yang stretched out his finger, touched his temple, gently pulled it outward, and a ball of light flew out.
There are some fragments about Emperor Ying in it, which reflect his body shape and appearance.
The killer Qin Yang threw the ball of light into the void without even looking, where the Blood Lama was peeping from.
After completing the process, the killer Qin Yang did not rush to close the crack, but continued to attract the blood lama's attention, guide him, and attract him over.
A moment later, sensing the light ball shattering, the killer Qin Yang closed the crack with an expressionless face, standing quietly under the sky of the gray world, looking up outside.
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The Blood Lama found more and more homogeneous fragments and continued to supplement his memories. These were the memories that fell into the abyss of his heart at the moment he experienced them before he fully recovered.
Suddenly, he once again felt the clear feeling that had just passed away in a flash.
He kept moving forward in this direction, and indeed found more and more, and even through the fragments that turned into powder, he was able to piece together a half-complete picture.
Suddenly, he caught something, and the fragments appeared. This was the clearest fragment, but the half of the face inside was obviously not Qin Yang.
The Blood Lama constantly sensed the homogeneous content and forcibly captured the fragments. After all his efforts, he finally pieced together a relatively complete picture.
Inside was a man with an aloof and majestic temperament, his eyes were extremely indifferent, as if he was seeing an ant that could easily be crushed to death, an ant that attracted his attention.
Thunder broke out in a silent place. At this moment, the Blood Lama felt bursts of thunder in his mind, as if something was awakening and a new feeling appeared.
As he received the fragments, and within the fragments, a seed pieced together by the Blood Lama began to take root and sprout. After growing continuously, it withered and dissipated, leaving only a fleeting thought.
The moment it appeared, it disappeared without a trace.
However, the Blood Lama keenly captured this idea.
There was an unexpected feeling in his heart that he had peeped into a big secret, and he began to follow this idea to peek, but this time the target was changed to this somewhat strange man.
He followed the guidance he sensed before and moved forward.
It was as if he and the man were already looking at each other.
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In the Far East, Emperor Ying, who was standing on the edge of Guixu Land, suddenly opened his eyes.
After carefully sensing it, he closed his eyes and sank deep into his heart, capturing the fleeting sense of voyeurism.
He could instantly tell that this kind of peeping was not the kind of peeping with eyes, but another kind of peeping that was more sophisticated, but with a more precise target.
In Nianhai's world, there are people who know his existence and are still looking for him and spying on him.
Emperor Ying's physical body stood on the same spot, but his thoughts had already left his own world, following the direction of induction and walking into nothingness.
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After an unknown amount of time, the Blood Lama was shocked and angry when the other party actually responded to his peek, indicating that the other party was in the sea of thoughts.
He moved forward.
And Emperor Ying finally found out who was peeping, and moved forward in nothingness.
The two sides guided each other, using the bridge built by the killer Qin Yang as a road, and finally their consciousnesses collided together in that void area.
In the void, the figure of the Blood Lama condensed and transformed into a Buddha with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, wearing a high hat.
And Emperor Ying also condensed his figure, with a majestic and hard face, and cold eyes, as if everything he saw was not worth a second glance.
Their gazes swept across the void, where there was a world that merged into the void and was shrouded in black.
But their gazes did not pause at all. After scanning, they seemed not to see but to sense.
This is what killer Qin Yang relies on.
The purest confrontation of consciousness was enough for him to complete this small action at home.
When refereeing, two people are introduced to the field, but they will directly ignore the presence of the referee and the venue.
They can see and feel it, but the process and results will not appear in their consciousness.
The sense of existence equivalent to the place has been completely deprived.
When the referee and venue are lost, and the bridge process in the middle is omitted, the nature of the matter will completely change.
From the Blood Lama's point of view, when he was digging up memories about Qin Youde, he discovered an Emperor Ying whom he didn't know at all and had never had any dealings with.
While looking for Qin Youde, he bumped into Emperor Ying.
This is a bit subtle.
As for Emperor Ying, it was the simplest. He felt someone was peeping, so he peeked in the opposite direction and saw the Blood Lama.
The process suddenly became very simple.
The collision of consciousness appears in the void.
The Blood Lama did not remember Emperor Ying, but deep in his heart, there was a terrible obsession that suddenly emerged, and endless malice poured out like a tide.
The Blood Lama understood that last time, he suffered a big loss at the hands of this man.
Emperor Ying felt the malice and his expression was cold. He did not remember the Blood Lama, but he could feel from the malice buried in his heart that he might have killed this great monk last time.
In an instant, Emperor Ying lost interest.
How can you speak bravely when your generals are defeated?
The confrontation of consciousness is not enough for him to eliminate the opponent, so there is no point in keeping it.
Emperor Ying glanced at the Blood Lama indifferently, turned around and left without saying a word.
In an instant, the unabashed contempt caused the malice and resentment growing in the Blood Lama's heart to completely explode.
His face was ferocious, his eyes were blood red, and thunder roared all over his body. A word emerged from the bottom of his heart, stuck in his throat, and after a breath, it turned into furious thunder and spewed out.