Yunmeng Zezhong.

"roar!!!"

A dragon roar shocked the world.

The invisible power is like the essence, rising and lurking in the vast fog.

The spiritual fog and demon fog in Yunmengze was like a calm sea surface, but as the dragon roar sounded, the sea surface became boiling.

Vortexes quickly spun out in the void; the airflow accelerated the flow rate and turned into air waves that would hurt when slapping people's face; the demons who were originally walking arrogantly and domineeringly suddenly felt like they were falling from the mountains and were pressed on their backs, and they bent down, making it difficult to walk.

And the cause of all this is Xia Ji.

After he entered Yunmengze,

Then he sat cross-legged beside a foggy water storm.

From then on, no demon could get close to him.

Although the demons who have been inherited are powerful, the number of demons entering the target is as large as the ants, but when facing existences like Xia Ji, they are just fine.

If an ordinary person who has just entered the fifth level may not be exhausted by the human sea tactics, but if he wants to exhaust Xia Ji, there is no possibility of it.

Luohu sun-swallowing flame, binge eating flame, dragon

Each of these three is an unimaginable force when proposed, let alone the three are now integrated?

Xia Ji still remembered that when he first came here, he killed a sword for several months, and was covered in red blood before waiting for the door to open.

But now, what he needs is not to survive until the door opens, but to restrain himself from being aroused from the desire to kill.

So, he was restrained

Don't kill.

Can't kill!

The violent power dispersed to the surroundings, forming a complex aura, which made every monster want to stay away from him. Even if he is sometimes strong and wants to provoke, he will weigh it when entering this aura, and then finally choose not to fight and evacuate in shame.

Xia Ji is like a king coming from heaven to them.

Where Xia Ji is, no demon dares to invade, no demon dares to stay.

Jin Chanzi was also very generous, sitting quietly in the area protected by Xia Ji, closing his eyes, muttering words in his mouth, and chanting scriptures.

On his side, the black-armored man had dark eyes with his eyes

Black is as dark as the abyss, black is as nothingness after the destruction of all things, without birth or death, and calm enough to cause no turmoil.

The black hair was like a demonic flame, moving behind her without wind, and in the aura, it was like a spider web spreading out to hunt the world, rising and falling.

Such double pupils should only be seen in the destruction of death and end of the world, and should never be so quiet.

But now, this pair of eyes is not only quiet, but also seems to be thinking.

Jin Chanzi sighed in his heart, but he didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, a hoarse and depressing voice came from his ears.

"Monk, before entering Yunmeng Ze, you told me that if you still have good intentions, you can wear a tight hoop and recite the tight hoop curse by yourself, and suppress the thought of killing with pain, then I ask you, what is good? What is killing?"

Jin Chanzi opened his eyes and turned his head, facing the pair of terrifying pupils that were already crazy when he saw them, and the suppressed feelings hidden in his terrifying pupils were indescribable.

In a place like Xia Ji entered Yunmengze, it was like a hungry traveler running into a feast of big fish and meat, but he couldn't eat it. How control and willpower can he do it?

Jin Chanzi didn't say anything, just looked at Xia Ji calmly.

Xia Ji said: "From all things, life is only from birth to death, but from existence to death, from existence to death, from eternity, life is going, death is coming. So, goodness is to make life, let things exist, and let all the people go out and not be able to come? This is not right!! This is a narrow species lie!!"

Jin Chanzi whispered: "Yes."

Xia Ji was stunned.

He frowned and said, "Monk, do you actually think this is right?"

Jin Chanzi said sincerely: "What the donor said is right, why doesn't the monk agree? Speaking of which, monk is not considered a human being. If a thought is immortal, it will be immortal. Who can do it? Therefore, the monk naturally understands what the donor said."

After saying this, he stopped admonishing him, but just closed his eyes quietly and continued to recite the scriptures.

The two of them accompanied each other, and months passed in a flash.

Yunmengze has long since "floated" from the canyon on earth and has become an independent world, like a spaceship carrying two "people", floating in the lonely and cold starry sky.

The world goes far away, but the other side will not be seen.

Where is the body? Where is the mind?

Perhaps everyone has their own thoughts and opinions, but a strong sense of loneliness is inevitable.

A day after a few months

A mysterious door appeared.

In the past, this was called Tianmen.

Those who open the gate of heaven are gods.

Now, I don't know what the door is

The door was slightly pushed by a mysterious force, revealing a gap wide from the fingers. A strange gray mist surged out of the crack of the door, but it did not surge far away, just outlining a contour.

The outline of the door.

When the door is open, it is usually the owner who wants to go out or a guest who wants to come in.

But this door is not opened for anyone or closed for anyone

It was just time, so it opened itself.

Jin Chanzi suddenly opened his eyes, dusted the moon-white monk's robe, which was stained with dust and mist, and walked towards the gray door.

He didn't know that if he entered the door, he would die, and he would only have a thought left and float in the gray fog world, and might even never reach the sea of ​​suffering?

No!

He knows.

However, his steps were not slow at all.

But when he walked to the door, he paused, turned around and folded his hands at Xia Ji, bowed slightly, and said sincerely: "If the donor cannot suppress his inner murderous thoughts one day and still intends to be kind, he can put this hoop on his head and then silently recite the tight hoop curse, which can suppress it with great pain and restore the Qingming Festival."

Xia Ji was stunned.

Because Jin Chanzi said the previous words intact.

There is a Buddhist proverb: It is said that one thing is not the end.

Therefore, before leaving, Jin Chanzi re-answered the question he raised about "good and killing" in Yunmengze.

This is his answer.

So much so that Xia Ji was stunned, but the repeated answer was a completely unrepeatable meaning.

While he was thinking, Jin Chanzi's voice came from afar.

"I hope that one day I will see the donor again. If the donor falls into the way of killing, I will do my best to save the donor."

The wonderful monk in white robe raised his head, his eyes were bright, and he showed a bright smile, as if he was not going to die, but to live.

Immediately,

He stepped into the gray door, then turned around, folded his hands together, and said, "Namo Amitabha."

Xia Ji saw that his body instantly turned into dust, and was blown by a gust of ignorance, and disappeared.

He bowed his head slightly.

Inexplicable

All the complex feelings in my heart are ignited, converging into an unexplained sense of compassion.

This compassion is true compassion, not the compassion of killing and destruction.

At the same time, his terrifying murderous intent was pressed off a piece of black ice from the red hot iron and cooled down.

This comes from Jin Chanzi's compassion, a kind of compassion conveyed to him through Zen.

"Thank you."

Xia Ji felt enlightened, put his hands together and bowed deeply to the missing Jin Chanzi.

This is not only Jin Chanzi answering him, but also helping him and prompting him what a thought is.

One thought, there is no way.

One thought, one step to reach the sky.

With one thought, there is no dust.

With one thought, why should I clean up the table?

Although I understand it, I still don’t understand it, it’s so mysterious.

But this is already the limit that Jin Chanzi can do for him.

Xia Ji stood up and walked towards the door surging with gray mist.

Stepping into the abandoned dimension, being in the void bubble, then stagnating in the gray fog, waiting for the "high tide", the bubble can move with the tide and eventually being pushed to the edge of the sea of ​​bitterness.

It's a long wait again

Smack
To be continued...