On the bank of the West Sea, Xia Mang was wearing a green shirt. He was facing the sea breeze, standing with his hands behind his hands, looking at the sky high and the sea vast. His dark hair inadvertently swept across his eyebrows, reflecting the deep and incomprehensible colors in his pupils.
This man with deep eyes has so many things hidden in his heart, including difficulties, choices, letting go, persistence...it's hard to explain clearly.
The mind is strange and unpredictable!
In the troubled times, the mortal world is sad, the world is ups and downs, fighting for survival, killings, a tragic song... In today's world, Xia Mang, who has experienced the ups and downs of the world, is naturally no longer the clear young man in Xiaonan Kingdom. He has developed a
He has a deep and lonely temperament, which is unpredictable and difficult to understand.
Even Haiyuan, who has lived for hundreds of years, feels a little confused about Xia Mang's thoughts.
Xia Mang stood at the beach for a long time, looking at the end of the West Sea. His eyes seemed to be stained with a bit of frost, and there seemed to be a heavy fog, and the dusk was heavy and hazy.
Behind it is the Emperor's Palace that still stands.
Not far away, the mountains and forests undulated, withered leaves flying down, and the ground covered with yellow. Occasionally, the cries of a few small animals came, accompanied by the sound of water hitting rocks, overlapping with each other and spreading far away.
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All this is like a landscape painting, intertwined with water and ink, splashing withered yellow and desolation all over the eyes.
After a long time, Xia Mang turned around, glanced at the two old trees, and then returned to the Emperor's Palace. But in just a moment, he came out of the Emperor's Palace and walked towards the Prajna Temple.
The morning bell has passed early, the evening drum is approaching, the sound of Sanskrit is lingering, and the rhythm of Zen is long.
In front of the Prajna Palace, countless monks sit cross-legged, knocking on wooden fish and chanting sutras. Incense smoke is dim, and the sound of Buddha fills the air. The gilded Buddha sits cross-legged, holding hands and flexing his fingers, holding flowers and smiling, showing mercy for thousands of years.
Prajna Temple really has the atmosphere of a giant Buddha.
In front of the gilded Buddha, Xia Mang stood still. He stared at the statue and said to himself: "Prajna Ancient Buddha, are you really a Buddha in the Western Heaven, or... have you passed away and passed away forever between heaven and earth?"
The Dharma has been sealed in the human world for 100,000 years. The ancient Buddha Prajna was born before the end of heaven and earth. Legend has it that he became a Buddha in one life and was famous in the age of myth. The name of the Buddha is Prajna, which has been passed down to this day.
Then, Xia Mang passed by many monks and went straight to the Prajna Palace.
There are several middle-aged monks standing in front of the treasure hall. They have shiny bald heads and strong auras. They are obviously masters and have extraordinary Dharma. Xia Mang feels that these people are at least strong in the extraordinary realm, otherwise they would not be guarding the main hall here.
Xia Mang wanted to enter the hall because he found that there was indeed an old monk sitting cross-legged in the hall. The same old monk he saw that day was the Zen Master Duji of Prajna Temple. He wanted to enter the hall to find out, but unfortunately he was caught by those few
Monk Nian stopped him.
"Donor Xia, our temple has rules. No one is allowed to step into the palace." A middle-aged monk took a step forward to stop Xia Mang.
"Waiting for idlers?" Xia Mang raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, and said coldly: "I am a distinguished guest of your Prajna Temple, not just idlers... Get away!"
While he was talking, he did not stop walking, trying to bypass the middle-aged monk and enter the temple.
The middle-aged monk moved sideways, blocking Xia Mang's path, and pronounced the Buddha's name, saying: "Amitabha, the Prajna Palace has been under martial law and no entry or exit is allowed. Please don't embarrass the young monk."
Xia Mang narrowed his eyes to a slit and looked directly at the middle-aged monk. His pupils were like swords and his eyes were as sharp as knives. They were very sharp and sharp.
"Amitabha." The others took a step forward at the same time, looked at Xia Mang, and said, "Your Highness, please step back!"
"Chi!"
Xia Mang's eyes suddenly became brighter, and the sword energy burst out from his pupils, becoming more and more fierce.
At this time, the group of monks behind them who were knocking on wooden fish and chanting sutras suddenly stopped. There was a moment of silence, and then they actually spoke at the same time, proclaiming the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, your highness, please step back!"
The voice was magnificent, like the roar of ten thousand Buddhas. It was majestic and resounded throughout the Prajna Temple.
Xia Mang's pupils shrank suddenly, he suddenly turned around and stood in front of the Prajna Palace, confronting Qian Monk with a stern gaze.
"Amitabha, Your Highness, please step back!"
"Amitabha, Your Highness, please step back!"
"Amitabha, Your Highness, please step back!"
"Your Highness, please step back!"
"Your Highness, please step back!"
"Amitabha!"
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Thousands of monks chanted and proclaimed the name of the Buddha, carrying boundless Zen thoughts. It was a huge momentum. The Buddhist rhymes gathered together and were majestic. Xia Mang felt that thousands of monks sitting cross-legged together seemed to have condensed into a magnificent Buddha, as majestic as a mountain.
It has the potential to overwhelm the world!
This is the terrifying Buddhism formed by the fusion of the will and Zen of this group of monks!
They wanted to use this to force Xia Mang to bow his head.
"snort!"
Xia Mang couldn't help but groaned, his body trembled slightly and his face turned pale, but he didn't take a step back.
He was alone, facing thousands of monks, but he showed no sign of timidity.
At this moment, Xia Mang was arrogant and domineering, with an indescribable grace and charm. He was as aloof and arrogant as a king, with a majestic aura and high-spirited courage.
The two sides faced each other in a stalemate.
"Amitabha."
At this time, an old monk came over, it was the Six-wheeled Buddha. He looked at Xia Mang, smiled lightly and said: "The world has its own rules, and Prajna also has its precepts. Why should your Highness force it?"
Xia Mang raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Old monk, long time no see."
The Six-wheeled Buddha nodded, looked at Xia Mang, and said with a smile: "His Highness returned as promised, which is really beyond my expectation."
He originally thought that Xia Mang would take this opportunity to escape from Tianzi Palace and never come back. After all, this place was like a prison to him, and coming back would mean binding his own hands and feet. Anyone with a little bit of brains would probably try to escape by any means.
"You are judging me as a gentleman with the heart of a monk." Xia Mang said coldly: "I, Xia Mang, have always kept my promises. Since I promised to come back, I will come back naturally."
What he said was a bit heart-wrenching, implying contempt and contempt.
"Nonsense!" Qian Monk said and glared at Xia Mang.
Xia Mang turned a deaf ear to this and sneered silently.
The Six-wheeled Buddha didn't care, waved his hand and said, "Go back." Obviously, he didn't want to let Xia Mang enter the Prajna Palace.
Xia Mang smiled, glanced into the treasure hall, then turned around, walked a few steps, stopped, and said to the Six-wheeled Buddha: "Old monk, Zen Master Duji has obviously passed away for a long time, and the aura of death is permeating his body, but why is he here now?
How much more life force does it have?"
The Six Wheel Buddha's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Life and death have always been in opposition. It is impossible for a dead person to have the breath of life. The current Zen Master Duji should be regarded as... a living dead?" He squinted and smiled: "Is this the so-called negation of peace, the ultimate in death?
born?"
After speaking, he turned around and walked away, leaving Prajna Temple.
The Six-wheeled Buddha stared at his back for a long time.
Thousands of monks were silent and silent.
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Xia Mang returned to Tianzi Palace.
The sun sets in the west and disappears quickly. As evening approaches, the world gradually becomes darker.
Xia Mang walked out of Tianzi Palace and came to the two old trees. Looking at the old peach trees with abundant fruits, he suddenly said: "What are you doing here?"
There is someone in the old peach tree!
It was a young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in golden clothes, with sharp eyes, faint golden light flowing around him, intertwined with a murderous aura. At this moment, he was biting a spiritual peach.
There was a red bird flying around the pear tree next to it.
The boy was naturally Jin Huang, and the little bird was naturally the red phoenix bird, but its size was much smaller, just like when it was first born. This made Xia Mang sigh, it is worthy of being a mythical beast, and it already knows how to change at such a young age!
"Of course I'm here to find you." Jin Huang took a bite of the spiritual peach and said with a smile: "This is a nice place. It's surrounded by mountains and rivers. There are actually two evolved demon trees. They actually bear fruit. It's really extraordinary..."
"Evolved demon tree?" Xia Mang was startled.
"The transformation of plants and trees into monsters and the transformation of mortals into spirits is the evolution of the life level." Jin Huang said: "Actually, our practice can also be said to be the evolution of the life level, or the transformation of the origin..."
"Evolution and transformation!" Xia Mang thought, this statement is quite novel.
"This is the ultimate principle of cultivation. The human world has really declined. It has even forgotten the truth of cultivation. No wonder it claims to be eternal silence. Well, it really has... self-knowledge." Jin Huang murmured in a low voice.
"What did you say?" Xia Mang frowned.
"Nothing." Jin Huang shook his head, seemingly unwilling to explain too much to Xia Mang, and changed the subject: "Do you know the City of Sin?"
"City of Sin? Of course I know." Xia Mang was startled for a moment, then nodded: "Adjacent to the East China Sea, on the edge of the ancient chaotic land, there is a City of Sin that has existed for a long time..."
"How about we go to Sin City?" Jin Huang interrupted him and said excitedly: "I heard that a human soul academy was recently built there..."
Academy of Human Spirits!
Xia Mang was slightly startled and was about to ask. Suddenly, the West Sea became turbulent. Waves surged, each one higher than the last, but became more and more violent. Finally, the waves were hundreds of feet high and crashed on the bank of the West Sea.
"What's going on?!" Xia Mang was shocked.
Jinhuang jumped up, his golden eyes staring into the distance, like golden eyes of fire, extremely blazing. Suddenly, he exclaimed in shock: "It's the purple tower... that's shaking! Well, no, it's not good, the tower is about to overturn.