Chapter 678 Three Treasures

As soon as Fu Xia said these words, golden clouds were brilliant in the sky, peacock-like clouds were flying, golden pools were gushing out, colorful rain was falling, and a pure land appeared in the northern sky.

This northern pure land is hidden behind a cloud of mist. There is a huge golden gate, and a one-horned tiger as big as a mountain with black patterns is sleeping soundly beside the gate. Densely packed golden protectors stand in the clouds, boundless and thousands of miles away. Thousands of figures raised their heads, kowtowed or worshiped, looking forward to it.

The six-armed Vajra [Six Pendulums] that had been suppressing the "Huangyuan Pass" without any response paused for the first time. As the peacocks chirped in the northern sky, the ever-glaring, ever-calm head raised, its golden lips Open slightly, the melodious sound of chanting sutras can be heard.

"Boom!"

The monks on the lake all lowered their eyebrows and covered their eyes, not daring to look.

The appearance of all this was like a shot of tonic injected into Fu Xia's heart. He raised his head suddenly. He didn't care about the lack of mana or the burning fire. The entire Huangyuan Pass shook with his movements, as if It will collapse at any time.

"They are saved...good...good..."

The old monk was ecstatic and shed tears excitedly. He looked at Kongheng with all his pleading and said bitterly:

"Sir, Shitu has appeared. Please teach me the way to be the Emperor of Appearance. Return to the north to slay demons, sit on the mandala flower of the rain from the sky, go through countless eons of asamkhya, and become the emperor of Maha."

As if in response to his voice, as Fu Xia's request came out, a melodious bell sounded from the golden clouds in the north, ringing nine times in a row.

"Dong...dong..."

Kong Heng looked into the distance, with the appearance of a pure land reflected in his pupils.

He understands that as long as he nods his head and has some thoughts of purifying the world, the position of Disha Maha in the sky will immediately respond to him, and he will become a practitioner like Murong Xia and achieve the ground of no retreat.

Once the ground of non-regression is achieved, unless someone can enter the Pure Land and wipe out a little bit of his true spirit, he can be reincarnated for hundreds of lives without losing his consciousness and enjoy the position of Maha forever.

And he does not need to practice anymore in this life. He has already perfected the master's cultivation. Kongheng is an ancient practice. The next step is not to feel pity, but to be Maha. He only needs to go all the way north, regain the Maha position and become Maha. One of the pinnacles of this world, even the Dharma Appearance and Fruition stage is far away.

But he still looked calmly.

Kong Heng's own Taoism has stopped here, and only the word "Enlightenment" is left. The ancient cultivator has not produced a Maha for I don't know how many years. If you miss this opportunity, there will no longer be a Taoism without a Maha. Pure Land personally welcomes outsiders. .

"Old senior, it is not my way to show anger."

The Fu Xiang expressed pity for the Buddha's body, and his tears turned into glass in the fire, and were shattered by the light of the sky. The old monk's face was illuminated by lights and shadows, and he stared at him blankly.

Kong Heng looked at the box quietly. The slender-eyed monk had white teeth and red lips, but his face was now bright and bright, and he said:

"My appearance is not the appearance of all sentient beings. There is no infinite pure land, no images of fear, no temples with incense, and no monks to worship. All these are evil deeds."

"Don't ask practitioners to believe in me, don't ask people to worship me. I seek liberation together, and I don't accept people as pure land."

As if being struck by thunder, Fu Xia slumped as if he was deflated. As his mind relaxed, the luster on Lianshen Dharma's body became dimmer, and his back suddenly bent down, being pressed more firmly.

The old monk stood motionless and looked up at the sky. The scorching Lihuo surrounded his body. He only murmured scriptures in his mouth and watched the golden glow disappear little by little. The giant tiger was submerged in the clouds and mist. All bets are off.

Fu Xia's angry look disappeared, and a look of abject pain hung on his face. The old monk whispered:

"I spoke sharply and aggressively all the way, suppressing you and irritating you at every turn, and reprimanded you with my fiercely paranoid teachings, but I couldn't make you feel even the slightest bit angry. If you have any anger in your heart, the Emperor of Appearance will definitely fall upon you."

"So I suppress you with power, coerce you with force, and pity the Dharma's body for its brilliance. If you are a little afraid, don't nod your head or follow me. The emperor's son will definitely fall upon you."

"Since you are not angry and not afraid of me, but I am crying and moved by my sorrow, please spread your teachings to the people of the world, sit upright and teach all the people under the rain mandala. If you have a little thought, Xianxiang Emperor The curse will surely fall on you."

The light on Kong Heng's face remained the same, and the Lihuo around him gradually faded. The color of colored glaze flew out from the Dharma body of Fu Xia. The old monk supported Mingguan with one hand, and with his magic power running, his eyes were full of colored glaze, and he walked straight out. Li Huo.

Lian Min's Dharma Body is truly functioning. He doesn't even need a finger to push down the "Huangyuan Pass" at this moment. The endless fire is like his wealth. The more it burns, the more colorful his body becomes.

Fu Xia whispered:

"But you don't waver."

There was silence on the lake, and everyone looked at Lianxin with frightened eyes. Only Kong Heng said warmly:

"Everyone has already tried it."

Kong Heng looked at him with a smile, while the old monk took off his dark yellow cassock, folded it, and placed it in the palm of his hand. With his other hand, he placed a pure white long stick on top of the cassock.

He packed up these two things, placed them in the air, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully:

"Since I came to this demonic land, I have never thought about returning. I have three treasures for the mage."

"The first is the [Mystic Box Tiger Pattern Kasaya], which is transformed into a horned tiger. It is mysterious and unpredictable. It can be transformed into a fierce tiger and can swallow all things. It is invincible to ordinary practitioners."

"The second is the [Miaobai True Jade Demon-Conquering Stick]. It is a treasure. It can subjugate countless demons. Mysterious evil spirits can reach the sky. One stick can open mountains and cut off rivers. The evildoers they kill dare not seek justice."

Kong Heng frowned, the five-color light on his face continued to flow, and said softly:

"This is the Beifu Demon Taoist lineage, and Kongheng cannot take it."

The old monk was extremely stubborn and refused to answer his words. He put his hands together on his chest, his naked upper body shining brightly. He first kowtowed to the north, closed his eyes tightly, and said in a deep voice:

"The third one is the [Beifu Demon Temple Protector Glazed Relic]."

His words finally moved Kong Heng's face. Kong Heng took a step forward and opened his mouth to persuade, but no matter how fast he went, he couldn't move faster than Lianxin.

As soon as Fu Xia finished speaking, a sheet of glazed light rose up and reached the sky. Countless lotuses bloomed on the lake, and pink petals mixed with various colored glazing fell overwhelmingly. All around were radiant lights and infinite glow.

Kong Heng was instantly submerged in the countless brilliance. His box was filled with years of pity. As soon as he sat down on his own, the sound of scriptures immediately resounded. The prison of the fire house was shattered, and the ground was covered with gold and red.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

But the Pure Land that was supposed to come to rescue him has long since disappeared. All the brilliance and color condensed and stayed on that glazed relic.

No matter how splendid the phantom was, no matter how bright the light reached the sky, it only lasted for a moment. Before it fully bloomed, it was absorbed into this relic like a whale sucking water, leaving no trace behind.

The colors between heaven and earth converged, and only one relic stopped in front of Kong Heng.

The lake is quieter.

This relic is about the size of a finger, suspended in mid-air, white and crystal clear, surrounded by several circles of colored light, forming various illusions. The lotus flowers on both sides emit bursts of fragrant breath.

Kong Heng looked at the relic in front of him quietly, held it in his hand and put it away. The black-red sunset draped over him, and the light on the lake was surprisingly dark.

Fu Xia's death was like the twelve magicians shot to death by Li Xuanfeng on the river. Apart from the relics, there was just a shower of flowers and glass and some lotus blossoms.

However, Pure Land, who was willing to show up for Kong Heng, did not react at all when Fu Xia body died. There was not even a hint of golden light or a sound of a bell, and there was only a red setting sun on the horizon.

It wasn't until Li Ximing came over with the light that a little skylight fell on Kong Heng. The slender-eyed monk seemed to be waking up from a dream. The five-color radiance flowing on his face receded, and the infinite light dimmed.

He returned to his original gentle and polite appearance, his expression was a little gloomy, and he said warmly:

"It's causing trouble to Xi Ming."

"What are you talking about!"

The skylight at Huangyuan Pass was so bright that the surrounding monks could not see clearly. Only Li Ximing could see clearly from the side, with a complex look on his face, full of emotion, and whispered:

"The mage is doing well now."

"It's nothing serious."

Kong Heng answered seriously, holding the cassock and long stick in his hands, and said softly:

"It's just that my fate with the nobles is now over."

Li Ximing had expected it, so he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Kong Heng saluted him and said with shame:

"I should have left when something happened to Xijun, but I blamed myself in my heart and wanted to take care of him more. I didn't expect that I almost killed the nobles now. It was really Kong Heng's fault! Now I have to leave and travel around the world. , to prove my way.”

"Senior Kong Heng..."

Before Li Ximing could say anything more, all the words he had in his heart were already stuck in his throat by Kong Heng's smile. He whispered:

"Master, please meet my great father. It's not too late to leave before you go... Master has been in my home for so many years... The elders admire him very much... Zhou Wei is still outside... I can't see him..."

Kong Heng nodded slightly, and Li Ximing's nagging voice was somewhat similar to Li Xuanxuan's, which made the monk's vision blurry.

As he descended to Qingdu Mountain, he looked back at the north where he had bowed when Fuxi fell, and the relics in his hands became increasingly hot.

The brilliant golden clouds have long since disappeared, the flying peacocks have disappeared without a trace, and everything that the old monk values ​​more than life - including the golden pool and the believers, has also disappeared like a gust of wind...

The lake was dim, glass was scattered in the water, leaving only the dark sky and a half-dead sun sinking in the clouds.

…

East China Sea.

The night is getting dark, and a palace made of jet-black stone stands on the reef. The palace itself is not big, and the jet-black body of the palace is the same as the reef, facing the north.

The waves splashed and flooded the steps in front of the palace. A pair of exquisite blue boots stepped on the steps. The owner's hair was as red as red, his golden clothes shone like scales, and his green pupils looked into the distance.

Behind this man was a young man, neatly dressed and standing sideways behind him. The man in gold said in a low voice:

"He Yun, that is the Four Demon Emperors with Angry Eyes..."

Dongfang Heyun raised his eyebrows and looked towards the far north. Peacocks were flying in the sky, golden pools were gushing out, and the pure land emerged in the sky. Dongfang Heyun saluted and replied:

"Your Majesty, the monks and cultivators have gathered together to achieve enlightenment. The position of Maha is the evolution of the fruit position of the Dharma. It cannot be deceived by non-immortals."

"Now the Maha position is sensing that he wants to appear as Emperor Shazi's coming into the world. Even if Wrath has all kinds of skills and tries to fake death, he can't do it. He will definitely die."

If Li Xizhi were here, he would definitely recognize the man in gold as Dongfang Changmu, the Dragon King of Muhai back then. He was the son of the Dragon King and was extremely valuable.

After hearing this, the Zifu demon dragon nodded.

Dongfang Heyun said:

"Jingzhan was restrained by the [Golden Bridge Lock] and was killed by Zhenjun Shangyuan. The chance of survival was too small. Whether the Four Demon Emperor Sha of Angry Eyes died was just incidental... Liuxiang still wants to give Wrath a try What happened to the Dharma minister behind the Taoism?"

"Just looking at his current appearance, he refuses to move even if the meat is brought to his mouth, and he can still let Gu Shi escape. It seems that the state of the Dharma Prime Minister is really not good."

"actually not."

Dongfang Changmu said softly:

"Neither Luoxia nor Netherworld responded, and Jiangnan also lacked interest. I'm afraid I already knew that Dharma Xiang would not respond. The reason for this is actually that as the ancient cultivator got higher, some people didn't want him to stay in Jiangnan."

"But the angry manifester figures out that he has an opportunity, and like a fly smelling blood, he comes over and tries again in vain to awaken the Dharma and persuade him to come to Maha."

Dongfang Heyun leaned forward, made a gesture of admiration, and said softly:

"What the king said is true."

Dongfang Changmu said softly:

"After all... times have changed a long time ago. Nowadays, Buddhism has its own place. Practitioners are quite afraid of Buddhism. How can we let an ancient Buddhism practice in the south of the Yangtze River at will? If someone suddenly enlightens overnight, a Buddhist monk will be enlightened on the ground. , covering the entire Jiangbei, wouldn’t there be another battle?”

Dongfang Changmu laughed and whispered:

"In the past, the immortal way was complacent and allowed monks to seek enlightenment in various sects. As a result, the "Hua Qi" status was secretly proven by Su Xikong. One Qi was missing from the twelve Qi, which made several immortals change their expressions... This is Lessons from the past!”

"Exactly..."

Dongfang Heyun answered respectfully, while Dongfang Changmu asked in a low voice:

"How does the fox respond?"

Dongfang Heyun cupped his hands and answered:

"Dali Mountain sent Su Xinhu here and has already contacted His Highness Dingjiao. There is nothing serious."

"Oh, Bai Longqi!"

There was a playful smile on Dongfang Changmu's face, and he took a step in front of the dark hall. The sound of thunder was faintly heard in the clouds, and the Zifu demon shook his head gently:

"That's right. After all, Zi Pei gave the things to King Beihai..."

Dongfang Changmu waited for a moment and finally a stream of light burst out of the air, manifesting into a narrow-eyed woman in mid-air. She glanced at it and said in a deep voice:

"Chang Mu, it's time to leave."

Dongfang Changmu laughed, waved his hand gently, and the Taixu in front of him suddenly burst open, showing a purple color that stretched to the sky and the earth, shrouded in the boundless Taixu.

The Taixu here was beating with countless lightnings, as if it was about to condense into a sea. While Dongfang Changmu used his magical power to resist thunder and lightning, he lowered his eyebrows and looked at the lavender cave sky in the distance.

Dongfang Changmu asked:

"Is everyone here?"

"nature."

The dragon girl nodded and said:

"What we do is not as roundabout as human beings. We are guided by supernatural powers and the general layout. No matter what happens to those who practice the thunder method, just send a few Zifu Demon Kings out to catch them."

She said casually:

"In less than a quarter of an hour, they were all caught and thrown into the cave."