Chapter 2558 Shameless Ananda, the two meet

Jiang Zhiwei's face was full of determination. She now controls the Haotian Mirror fragments and has communicated with the heavens and myself. She carefully recalled the experiences she encountered after entering the reincarnation space. How could she be so lucky? Every time she would meet someone beyond her. The world's shackles are dominated by talented people who can save the day from danger every time.

"When did you guess it?"

The Peacock Demon King looked a little more surprised, and the fairy light in his hand shone, helping Jiang Zhiwei heal his injuries.

The clear light shone, flickering on and off, reflecting on Jiang Zhiwei's pretty face. Her eyes were bright and autumn water flashed, and she said proudly with a hint of cunning.

"It's now!"

"Now?"

The Peacock Demon King stopped what he was doing, and a flash of realization flashed across his face. Jiang Zhiwei's injury had stabilized and there was no serious problem.

"Yes, when you first appeared, I still didn't dare to confirm your identity!"

"So I deliberately used words to deceive!"

A bright smile appeared on Jiang Zhiwei's face, her head rested tightly on the chest of the Peacock Demon King, her expression was gloomy, and she sighed.

"You were confused when you were concerned. You focused on my injuries and didn't think much about it. That's why I was caught off guard!"

The Peacock Demon King lowered his head and looked at the beauty in his arms. His expression changed. After all, he still did not let go of her who had just experienced life and death. He carried her towards the depths of the Lingshan Mountain. His footsteps were light and his movements were gentle. Jiang Zhiwei's mouth corners were slightly raised, and the look in his eyes was That touch of uneasiness and worry completely dissipated.

Meng Qi's mind wandered slightly, and his body suddenly disappeared, as if it had merged into the void, moving forward, backward, left, and right, moving indistinguishably. He still chose to avoid Kasyapa due to the chaotic orientation characteristics of the Void Seal and the Infinite Seal.

Kasyapa's golden body clasped his fists with both hands, with a smile on his face. He stepped on the flower of Brahma and suddenly stretched out his right hand. The bright light enveloped the surrounding area and eliminated the gap in the void. The five fingers of the dark golden palm were spread out and enveloped Meng Qi, resembling the Tathagata. The divine palm is the "pure land in the palm", but it also has a Zen charm and is unique.

Meng Qi escaped quietly. In the void, there was chaos up, down, left, and right. Suddenly, there was a dark gold palm above his head, with a radius of several hundred feet, and it fell like a golden cloud.

Meng Qi made a mistake in his steps, and his figure penetrated the void. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no gap in the void nearby, he escaped for more than ten miles. However, before he escaped, the huge dark gold palm was facing Meng Qi!

At this time, it was upside down, left and right were confused, and the positions of Meng Qi's and Dark Gold's palms were strangely reversed! Under normal circumstances, Meng Qi would have been able to walk away calmly, but there was still a dark golden Buddha Palm in front of him!

It is everywhere, tolerant of everything, and no matter how mysterious it is, it seems that it cannot climb this five-fingered mountain! Just draw your sword and cut your way out?

Meng Qi sighed secretly, made a decision, and threw out something. I didn't expect to use it so early.

This is a huge skeleton, with a pure white light flowing in the dark depths, and it seems to be connected to every part of the void. In mid-air, figures suddenly emerged, including the Yin Cao Emperor wearing a royal robe and an imperial crown, and the God of Hades wearing heavy armor. They were all supporting a blood-yellow illusory river. It didn’t know where to start. I don’t know where it comes from, and I don’t know where it is going. It cannot be contained by the dark golden Buddha’s palm!

The bones of the underworld are shed against the remains of Kasyapa!

The strong wind stopped, the gaps shrank, and the void was half-solidified, like layers of glass. Two huge figures faced off in the depths of the Lingshan Mountain. The dark gold body collided with the energy of the pitch-black skeleton, blasting out streaks of bright light in the mid-air silently.

The bright light is like dew or electricity. Between birth and death, there seems to be an illusory world emerging, just like the bubbles of a dream. The skeleton of the dark underworld flowing with pure white suddenly took a step. Suddenly, the entire spiritual mountain seemed to be trembling. The long blood-yellow river behind him, supported by Emperor Yincao and the Lord of the Underworld, suddenly boiled and roared.

Wow!

Amidst the illusory sound of water, the blood-yellow river spread and expanded, swallowing up the cracks and seeming to penetrate the deepest part of the Lingshan Mountain. In the collapsed Buddhist temple, on the winding road, Arhats, Heavenly Dragons, Bodhisattva Vajras, etc., surrounded by the evil aura of death fog, raised their heads at the same time.

Ten, hundreds, thousands, countless figures, their golden bodies were mottled, with many traces of decay, and some blood and tears remained on their faces. The power contained in the Dharma body was so majestic that they all let out a deafening roar.

"Yellow Spring!"

The zombies transformed by Arhat Bodhisattva flew up instinctively, and fell into the illusory long river of blood from all directions, up and down, densely packed and overwhelming, giving people the feeling that there are no more Buddhist monks in the three realms and ten directions!

In just a short moment, Lingshan seemed to be completely emptied, the lifeless energy subsided, and the filth disappeared. With the fusion of these Arhat relics, Bodhisattva relics, great demon remnants, and demon god remnants, the long blood-yellow river quickly turned from illusion into reality, protruding from mid-air, with countless undead corpses floating and sinking in it, and the rushing water Meng Qi, who was manipulating Huangquan's skeleton, had a subtle feeling that his memory and spirituality had been washed away!

It's hard to find a place more suitable for Huangquan's remains than Lingshan now, and its strength has more than doubled! Facing Kasyapa's dark gold body, he smiled in a Zen manner, and the dark bones of Huang Quan's right hand formed a fist, hitting the opponent hard. The real long river of blood suddenly rushed into the sky, poured out, and rushed with the fist, just like The Milky Way falls for nine days!

Wow!

The blossoming Brahma flowers at Kasyapa's feet have withered, and the boundless pure land and the world of all directions can no longer be seen. The dark golden Dharma body is stained with a layer of gray and is slowly decaying, and the blooming light is covered with blood yellow. Devour them all.

"Why!"

Kasyapa Dharmakaya let out a gentle sigh, raised his right hand, touched his middle finger and thumb, and waved it out like a flower. This finger is not the Buddha's smile, but Kasyapa's own creation of "all things are empty", which seems to be a fusion of "the four elements are empty" and "all things are impermanent" in the palm of Tathagata.

The dark golden finger pointed at the fist of Huang Quan's skeleton. The void was pure and solemn, and the long blood-yellow river suddenly changed. It was clear and transparent, revealing an Arhat Bodhisattva, a demon king and a demon god, and they were shattered one after another like dreamy bubbles!

Life and death are impermanent, fleeting, and everything is empty!

boom!

The dark gold fingers collided with the white fists flowing in the darkness, and they were stagnant in mid-air. The blood-yellow color of the underworld was fading, and the countless tyrannical zombies absorbed were destroyed, while Kasyapa was washed away by the long river, and the golden body gradually appeared mottled. , the void in all directions shattered like glass.

Meng Qi suddenly jumped into the air, moved his position, changed direction, and suddenly appeared in the distance, running towards the deepest part of Lingshan without looking back. He left behind the bones of the underworld without feeling any distress, and controlled the bones from afar to fight against the remains of Kassapa.

The strong wind blew and more and more gaps appeared. Meng Qi quickly moved away from the battlefield. At this moment, a huge dark gold finger suddenly appeared and pointed at the center of his eyebrows.

This finger is shaped like a vajra, and is protected by eight heavenly dragons. It is strong and heavy. Even in the fight with the bones of Huangquan, Kasyapa's body was still able to exert some strength to intercept Meng Qi, which shows the cultivation of this great Arhat during his lifetime. How terrifying!

Meng Qi's gaze was deep, his speed did not slow down, and he rushed forward. The dark gold finger suddenly trembled slightly, shifted slightly, and passed him strangely without hitting him.

Destiny changed, cause and effect were tampered with, and the causes of all effects were exerted with all their strength. Meng Qi ran farther and farther, the dark road was twists and turns, and the feeling like a light on his back dissipated, and he understood that he was finally free from the threat of Kasyapa.

But he was still deep in the Lingshan Mountain, and Meng Qi did not dare to relax at all. Kasyapa passed away here, and he was very likely to encounter powerful Bodhisattvas like Manjushri and Samantabhadra. They were comparable to most of the seven Buddhas in the past. powerful! Not a Buddha, but better than a Buddha!

I don’t know whether it’s because the underworld skeleton was fused with more than 90% of the Dhammakaya zombies, or because there is something special in the deepest part of the Lingshan Mountain. After Meng Qi got rid of Kasyapa, he never encountered an Arhat, a Bodhisattva or a heavenly dragon with a mottled golden body. Seeing the huge demon king and demon god, the entire spiritual mountain seemed to become quiet. Only the roar of the Monkey King in the distance echoed far away, which made Meng Qi's surroundings deathly silent.

The sky and the earth were dark, with dense gaps, and strong winds tearing at his flesh. As Meng Qi walked among them, he felt an everlasting loneliness, and even his shadow could not accompany him. The long sword was still held in his right hand, and Meng Qi's face, reflected by the birth and death of thunder, showed a bit of depth, dignity and worry.

Walking and walking, Meng Qi didn't know how long he had been walking. He seemed to have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers. Finally, his eyes lit up. He saw the golden hoop not far away that held up the sky and touched the ground, and saw the huge sunken A pit, a huge pit that can hold a city.

At this time, most of the thunder was extinguished, the green lotuses were withering, and the surrounding area was pitch black. His senses were completely suppressed. Meng Qi could only vaguely sense countless black energy flying in the center of the giant pit, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

At the boundary, on the walls of the pit and around the huge pit, there is a golden and pure body that seems to be able to communicate with all the worlds. The majestic and terrifying power is not much worse than Kasyapa, but the rich filth and death are deeply penetrated. He removed their bodies and made them reveal decay and evil!

"These should be the Buddhas who passed away in Lingshan Mountain in the past!"

Meng Qi's heart moved, and he realized that he had indeed reached the deepest point, the core place. This was the top of Lingshan Mountain, where the Buddha taught the Dharma in the past.

Meng Qi looked around and roughly observed the number of golden bodies. Most of the Buddhas in the entire Saha Pure Land and even Buddhism were afraid to pass away here!

What happened in the Battle of Lingshan in the past that led to such a tragic ending?

Meng Qi knew that he was about to come face to face with ancient mythology, and might be able to figure out what happened at that time. What exactly did Ananda do that made the great sages and demon gods never forget it, and their resentment soared into the sky and will never diminish for eternity.

Boom!

Rays of thunder exploded, green lotuses bloomed, nebulae condensed, the Milky Way appeared, and the nearby scene suddenly became clear. The golden hoop stuck in the center of the huge pit is indeed the golden hoop. There are thunders bursting nearby, green lotuses blooming, and black energy dancing wildly. Further outside, there are indeed huge golden Buddhas. They are like a forest of Buddha statues, vaguely connected. What a big formation it has become.

The golden bodies of these Buddhas are mottled on the surface, surrounded by gray air and black mist, and are full of the feeling of death and evil, but the meaning of great purity and great bliss still remains in the body.

There are traces of blood stains on the faces of these golden statues of the Buddha, just like the two lines of blood and tears that originally fell.

"Buddhas also have tears. Everyone has tears. What happened in the first place?"

As soon as Meng Qi's thoughts came up, he heard the buzzing in the body of this golden Buddha. It let out a roar of resentment that shook the sky and shook the void for eternity.

"Ananda!"

At the same time, the white heavenly dragon and the golden-winged roc also walked out of the woods formed by the golden Buddha, and threw Ruan Yushu and others in their mouths to the ground. They were all in the same state, unable to struggle or even blink, and looked at Meng Qi anxiously.

From the depths of the huge pit, an indifferent voice came vaguely, threatening Meng Qi shamelessly, without the slightest shame, extremely calm, with a heart as solid as a rock, and not limited by morality.

"Swing the knife in your heart and see if you can save them."

"Or you can live or die."

Hearing these two words, Ruan Yushu and the others struggled violently, their mouths squeaking, and their heads shaking insignificantly, as if they wanted Meng Qi to ignore them and others, so that the green hills would not have to worry about running out of firewood in the future. There is still a chance of resurrection.

Ruan Yushu and the others were unable to move or make any sound, but they all looked directly at Meng Qi with calmness, emotion and determination.

"If you die, we may not be able to survive, but if you don't die, we still have hope of resurrection!"

For some reason, Meng Qi's mind suddenly resounded with words spoken by his friends in the past, each word clear.

"If one day you find a chance to escape from the Six Paths, and He uses me to get you into a trap, then you don't have to pay attention."

"Being controlled by the six paths is equivalent to death. It is better to free one or two of them. If you have great achievements in the future, resurrect me."

The words were still in his ears, and the matter was already unfolding before his eyes. Meng Qi closed his eyes, stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, and slowly but firmly reached for the handle of the knife. Are you willing to use the sword without seeing the rightful owner? Will the energy and spirit cultivated through so much suffering and pain in ten years be exhausted here?

Questions to himself ran through Meng Qi's mind, and his eyes were as deep as ever.

"It would be great if I were a robot without any emotions. It would be great if I could be too forgetful of emotion. Then there would be no need to hesitate, struggle, or suffer."

"But there are things in life that are more important than life!"

Meng Qi put his right hand on the handle of the Lingbao Sword and pulled out the orange fire knife with a clang. The light lit up, like the sun rising in the east, illuminating the darkness, almost rivaling the birth and death of thunder. This magic weapon is as sharp as ever, and even contains unimaginable sword intent. After ten years of suffering, I have never forgotten to "sharpen the sword"!

Ruan Yushu looked at Meng Qi with hazy eyes, filled with sadness, anger and struggle, and two lines of tears slipped from the corners of Fu Zhenzhen's eyes. Zhang Yuanshan and Zhao Heng moved their eyes away, not wanting to see such an ending.

The orange fire knife is getting brighter and brighter, the aura is getting more and more violent, and a big sun is about to erupt and cannot be stabilized.

Meng Qi raised his long knife. The magic weapon seemed to explode at any time. He looked through the gap into the depths of the pit, where there was the angler, his own self. His voice was slow but firm.

"Don't you want to seize my body? Don't you want to occupy this body? Then let them go, otherwise I would rather destroy myself than let you succeed!"

It is useless to simply beg for mercy, and to wait for capture puts all hope on the other party, and can only use oneself as a bargaining chip to fight. Deep in the huge pit, the voice was ethereal, without any emotion, and spoke in an extremely cold voice.

"You are not the only fish I have. You are not as important as you think."

"If you dare to destroy yourself, they will die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden-winged roc stretched out its sharp beak stained with dragon blood, and was about to peck through the necks of Zhao Heng and others.

Meng Qi's eyes were still filled with emotions, and he flashed the long knife in his hand, slashing it towards the center of his eyebrows. He can do what he says, and he's not kidding!

But the sharp beak of the golden-winged roc was more decisive and firm than the long knife in Meng Qi's hand, because Ananda was not killing himself and was not threatened by Meng Qi at all.

The long sword paused, Meng Qi lowered his head, his face was deep, showing helplessness and dejection, and he slowly uttered three words that he never wanted to say.

"you win!"

Ananda was completely indifferent and was not threatened by Meng Qi. If Meng Qi's death could not replace the lives of Jiang Zhiwei and others, what was the point? The three words echoed around, with a hint of humiliation and despair.

"As long as you know!"

The indifferent voice echoed, revealing incomparable confidence and dominance. Meng Qi was just his guide fish, how could he escape from his control.

The overlord in the Middle Ages was so amazing and domineering. According to the legend, I wanted to cut off the connection with him, but what happened in the end? I still couldn't cut off the past. He was secretly plotted by him. He was besieged by the saints in the Middle Ages. He died and his Tao disappeared. .

It was precisely because he had learned the lesson from Overlord that time that Ananda, just to be on the safe side, wanted to seize the sign fish before Meng Qi could attain the Dharmakaya, so as not to cause trouble again and make things out of control.

The Buddha's light shone, and Meng Qi's acupoints were sealed, and he could no longer mobilize the power of the inner scene. His soul was bound to the mud pill and could not exert its abilities. Looking back at Ruan Yushu and the others, Meng Qi showed some nostalgia. However, he turned back firmly and walked forward step by step, where the end was destined. After struggling all his life, it seems that he still cannot escape his fate.

Meng Qi passed through the stone forest-like golden Buddhas, and his vision suddenly widened. The golden cudgel was stuck in the center of the huge pit and inserted into the spiritual mountain. Green lotuses bloomed in the gaps. Thunders appeared and died, and black air lingered, but only the golden cudgel could be seen. , Sun Dasheng was not seen.

Not far from the golden cudgel, there is a mountain peak standing like a five-fingered palm! The mountain peak is not high, heavy and thick. There is a bodhi tree branch shining with colorful light on the top. The whole body is crystal clear and divided into nine branches. Some are withered and some are prosperous, some are illusory and some are real. It is full of great purity, great wisdom, great light and greatness. The feeling of freedom and great bliss.

This Bodhisattva branch is inserted at the top of the peak, and its light appears and disappears, as if running water is watering the seal! In the center of the Golden Cudgel and the Wuzhi Mountain, there was a figure standing with his back to Meng Qi, coldly watching the green lotus bloom and fall. He had a familiar figure but an indifferent temperament. He was wearing a dark gold cassock with one shoulder exposed.

"Is this my angler, my self?!"

Meng Qi stopped, only ten steps away from this person, and stared at this person's back with complicated eyes.

"This is your opportunity, why resist?"

This man was wearing a dark gold cassock. He stood with his hands behind his back and turned around slowly, revealing a face that shocked Meng Qi. The two of them were exactly the same as if they were carved from the same mold.

Meng Qi's expression and eyes suddenly became calm, as if he already knew that the outcome could not be changed and was destined to be inevitable, he smiled slightly.

"What should I call you?"

"Ananda, or the Demon Buddha?"

Meng Qi paused, his expression slightly condensed, and he spoke again.

"Or the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation."

"It's all okay. Ananda is me, the Demon Buddha is me, and the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is also me, isn't it me?"

This person admitted frankly, without any cover-up, and was completely convinced that he was Ananda, he was the Demon Buddha, and he was the mysterious Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation!