Zhutian Avenue

"Bodhi?!"

Ben had no interest in life, and Yuanmou, who was waiting for the appearance of dying, had a sudden shock, and his voice fluctuated like never before.

Bodhi?

Yuanmou was stunned, an uncontrollable picture emerged in his heart.

There is a clear sky above the sky, and there is no half of the cloud outside the six rounds of the sun. The golden light is swaying on the boundless land, the vegetation is facing the sun, and everything is flourishing.

It was an early spring morning more than 60,000 years ago, and the fog between the mountains had just cleared. He was breathing inspiration from the top of the mountain, beating his chest and roaring.

Outside the mountain, a young man in red came pacing.

He is handsome and incomparable, slender and tall, with a lingering air between his eyebrows, and he is picturesque and immortal, and he is full of spiritual beauty.

He is the most memorable person he has seen in his life.

At that time, he reported himself as a teacher, claiming to be from "One Mind View" and under "Bodhi Patriarch"...

coincidence? !

still is?

He could not clearly perceive what the outsider was, but his heart beat uncontrollably.

Kong Lao Er said that the day of his expiration will be the beginning of rebirth. Could he lie to himself? !

However, before the Battle of Heaven, there was a very long period of time.

He had pursued the trace of the so-called "Bodhi Patriarch" more than once, but found nothing.

Even if they fell into an absolute disadvantage in the battle of cutting the sky, and fell one by one, there was no trace of the ‘Bodhi Patriarch’.

At this moment, but met the person (monster) of the "comrade"?

He believes that there must be a coincidence in this world, but he does not believe that such a coincidence will let himself run into it.

It is a suspicion that behind the battle 50,000 years ago, there must be something they didn't know, or what they were hiding from themselves!

"He seems to recognize me..."

An Qisheng's heart moved, Nian Chui caught the throbbing in his heart, faintly, as if he had noticed something.

Hum~

With his mind moving, he caught the throbbing in his heart.

A person in his realm can perceive the world and some unknowable information in the soul, but he may not be able to find it again and again.

But when his heart mirror trembled, he actually caught something.

On the simple but transparent mirror, there was a faint light, and an unfamiliar but incomparably familiar voice rang in the sea of ​​mind:

"You can find its root only if you understand all the ways..."

Ok?

An Qisheng's mind was shocked, and his mind suddenly plunged into his state of mind.

Hum!

There seemed to be a bronze bell ringing in my heart, and its sound seemed to float out of endless years. It may not be so grand, but there is no sense of interruption.

An Qisheng watched intently, faintly, following this sound, he saw the mountains undulating like a thousand peaks, and the screen opened.

There is a fairy mountain in the meantime, I don't know how many weeds and strange flowers, let alone how many fine monsters, birds and beasts, there seems to be boundless mystery, but it is naturally harmonious with the world.

And above that fairy mountain, in an ancient cave, there seems to be a ray of light across the mountains and the sea, looking at myself across the void:

"Not to be found, not to be found..."

That is.....

An Qisheng's heart turned a wave, throbbed and rose sharply, and the moment he saw the light, he had already sensed what it was.

That is the fragment of the soul that he once killed himself...

The method of incarnation in the true sense was a great supernatural power that he could not grasp at this time.

The heart is infinite, and man has the limit.

At this time, he couldn't make an incarnation whose character, thought, and cognition were completely different from his own.

Self-Zhan Yuanshen is an exception.

Because in a sense, it was that he cut out everything except the wisdom of the self.

Without the influence of his blessing, those fragments of his primordial spirit are truly possible to give birth to thinking and cognition different from his own.

The so-called "I am not me" is like this.

Of course, the root lies in his search for the ‘soul template’. Among the self-slashing primordial spirit, he has all kinds of explorations on the method of ‘incarnation’.

‘The battle of cutting the sky 50,000 years ago may have something to do with the fragments of my soul...’

Enlightenment arose in An Qisheng's heart: ‘Or is the future me warning? ’

He had a clear understanding in his heart, but his doubts became more and more.

He could not really be sure what he was spying, because there was an inexplicable force blocking his spying.

boom!

At a glance, the picture has begun to collapse under the distortion of an inexplicable force.

It's just a moment, it's all gone.

An Qisheng frowned in his heart, and only felt that from this world, there was an unknowable force blocking him.

I don't want to capture something.

Who will it be...

"You are Bodhi...no, no..."

Yuanmou people have doubts, if it weren't for breaking the seal, they would almost rush out to find the roots.

He was surprised.

He wondered if Kong Lao Er really lied to himself, but would someone as proud as him lie?

But how could it be beyond this stupa...

"Today's upset, if something happens, live through today and talk about it."

An Qisheng wrapped up the broken nail with a divine mind, and suddenly he had escaped from this sealed place.

The great demon who claimed to be Yuanmou under the pagoda, although the deadline was approaching.

But the life of the big demon is tens of thousands, and their approach is not the same as the approach of ordinary people.

Living a few more days may not be impossible.

"you!"

Yuanmou people were anxious, calling out again and again, but An Qisheng didn't care about him anymore, and he had already withdrawn from the ground in a flash.

Ph~

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes in the darkness of Rabbit Monster's small courtyard study.

By this time, the night was already deep.

It's been a day since he has been prying into the ground. At this time, the outside world is completely silent, only the sound of the wind blowing and snow falling faintly.

"The people of Yuanmou..... Fenghuang cuts the sky..."

An Qisheng's eyes opened and closed, and the depths of his eyes were a little undulating.

The shocking glimpse in the mirror and the message that Sa Wuling once sent from the air burst into his mind, and sometimes collided.

Because of the obstruction of the inexplicable power, it is difficult for him to fully understand the meaning.

But it also faintly captured the most important information twice.

Sa Wuling's words are to remind himself that there is not much time, but before that, you can let it go.

And the message in the mirror is to warn oneself not to look for it.

It's just that don't look for it, is it to prevent him from exploring the hidden enemy in this world, or his own soul fragment?

He thought about it, maybe both.

Then, An Qisheng knew it well. If it wasn't that the hidden enemy was waiting for him to show his feet, or his own soul fragment had fallen under the surveillance of some people.

Regardless of the possibility, An Qisheng knew in his heart that there was a turbulent undercurrent hidden between the seemingly peaceful world at this time.

Who is the enemy who can capture his own existence across time and space?

"You can find its root only if you understand all the ways..."

An Qisheng muttered to himself.

In the mirror, I don't know whether it is the fragment of my own soul or the message that I will transmit by some means in the future. The meaning is clear and simple.

The enemy behind the scenes is hidden in the most invisible and most common spirit machines of the "Tao, Buddha, Demon, Ghost, and Evil" in this world.

The inspiration is poisonous, but if you don't eat its poison, it will be difficult to find its trace, and it will be difficult to find the'antidote to poison'.

An Qisheng deeply felt the malice of this Fang Tiandi, and there was a heavy heart in his heart.

If it weren't for self-slashing the soul, transforming into all bodies and moving, perhaps the moment one entered this world, he would fall into the grasp of the person behind the scenes, right?

After all, there is no invincible magical power in this world, and a person who can calculate his own existence across time and space may not be unable to perceive his own'dreaming big thousand' magical power by some means.

"The idea is poisonous, but shouldn't it stop eating?"

An Qisheng cut a lot of distracting thoughts, and his heart gradually calmed down.

Da Da~

There was a knock on the door, and the rabbit had already pushed the door and entered. Seeing An Qisheng put down his books, he was a little admired: "Guo is a studious demon, unlike Xiao Bai, it is annoying to see a book. It is clear that Linghui has opened, but he can’t Human words."

"Your collection of books is quite rich."

An Qisheng put down the scroll and glanced at the rabbit demon.

This rabbit demon said that he was close to the human race, but in fact he himself was already influenced by humans, and he was imitating humans in every move and being close to humans.

It's a pity that I learned the four differences, that is, there is no emperor's appearance, and there is no luxury of reading poetry.

Of course, this is not the foolish rabbit demon, but the gentleman he can worship, but an old boy enlightened by children in the village.

This rabbit demon doesn't even understand ‘personnel’, how can he be taught by others?

However, this rabbit demon has such a heart, but it is more than most demon who just want to swallow people and practice.

If it were not for the twists and turns of his fate, he might not have been able to achieve some success.

"That's natural."

Tuba is not indifferent. In the past few decades, he has walked through an unknown number of human villages, and has visited an unknown number of educated gentlemen in the village.

Naturally, there are many books.

With that said, Tuba was a little sorry:

"Alas, it's a pity that there are many forbidden formations outside of the human race city, and there are military evils. People of cultivators, I can't enter it, otherwise the collection of books will be much more."

In today's world, the human race is powerful, there are more cultivators than spirit-opening demons, and there are no shortage of experts in the ranks.

Of course, there are not many demon atmospheres sweeping the mountains like Jomo Ke, but not too many second-class ones. He tried his best and could not enter any big city.

There were also several deaths that were almost noticed.

An Qisheng shook his head in silence.

This rabbit demon is naturally unable to escape and calm down. I don't know how many gentlemen have been worshipped in these years. The key is that he has learned a lot of miscellaneous but not good, let alone who has been bewitched by his preference for the emperor's art.

A rabbit demon who only has a little cabbage demon under his command, what does he use to learn emperor art?

"I heard that there is a'big Confucian' who is going to pass here tonight. He is a big Confucian of Qitang Kingdom. He has thousands of disciples and must have a lot of books with him. How about we'borrow a copy" from him?"

After sighing, the rabbits were vigorous and their fighting spirit became high.

"A great scholar?"

An Qisheng is noncommittal, but understands.

This should be the key to the death of this bunny monster, right?

The world is vast, and the demon clan’s convergent aura is no different from that of human beings. Even if the Demon Slayer Hall is powerful, it has no reason to kill the demon atmosphere in the world.

It will not go to war for a small rabbit demon.

The reason why he found this bunny demon was probably the reason he was too free.

"Not bad!"

Tuba looked very excited: "The seventy-two Confucian scholars in Confucius, this great Confucian is said to be a descendant of Zeng, he is not the one who initiated the kingdom of Tang, but imitated his ancestor to tour the countries and practice his own knowledge!"

Speaking of this, how can Tuba look at the slightest hatred of the human race?

"Ok?"

An Qisheng's heart moved.

This hole...

His eyes flickered for a moment: "I have gained a lot in the study today, this time, I will get some books for you."

"you?"

Tu Bayi was stunned, and just about to refuse, An Qisheng stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "It's just a group of mortals. You want to be the Demon King. How can you say everything personally?"

Although this rabbit demon is full of hatred, there is no blood in his body, no matter his nature does not like blood and he is timid and afraid to kill.

Can be regarded as good demon.

I don't know what to do, I know, and it doesn't hurt to save it easily.

"This......"

Tuba's body is agitated, and he only feels comfortable in his heart. This is the second demon who admits to himself and for a while forgot to reprimand him to pat his shoulder.

When he recovered, An Qisheng had walked out of the door, a few flashes, and the person had disappeared in the wind and snow.

"Hi!"

Tuba came back to his senses, and saw that he was far away, and just about to catch up, he stopped.

He walked a few steps in the yard with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself:

"That's right, how can the king who must take care of himself? Forget it, if he wants to show his loyalty, this king will give him this opportunity..."

After two steps, the bunny demon couldn't hold back his heart's nature, and he suddenly forgot to take his stubborn steps to the back of his head ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and went to the front yard.

I want to talk to my only subordinate...

...

Huhu~

The six big days of the day are endlessly bright, but the night is only full of stars, the wind is blowing, the night is dark and there is no light, and the full sky and snow become the only color between the sky and the earth.

In the wilderness, a convoy traveled alone in the wind and snow, with no more than a dozen cars and no more than a hundred people.

However, he regards the wind and snow as nothing, and rushes at a speed much faster than ordinary people rushing wildly in the daytime. It is not a mortal beast that pulls the cart, but a wise and intelligent alien dragon.

Crunchy~

The tall wheels pressed through the thick snow.

Yang Ming put the'beast charcoal' into the small red clay stove, and the heat passed in the carriage, and the wine jug on it was also roasted.

"Teacher, the Kaitang battle is coming soon. I really shouldn't have come to Nanhua while waiting. That Jomo Ke Xingwu was born, and he is a terrible killer. If he ran into the teacher, wouldn't it be bad?"

Seeing that the temperature of the wine was good, Yang Ming cautiously poured the wine for the old man with white hair and beard in front of him, but with a ruddy complexion and clear eyes:

"Since you have declined the high-ranking officials of King Qitang, why come to this muddy water?"

The old man was taller than his disciple. He was sitting straight in the carriage, and his beard and hair were meticulous, but he shook his head when he heard the words:

"We are in the midst of the world, not for utilitarian reasons, not for retreat from hardships and dangers. It is not a good thing for Wanmin to start a war again not long after Tang Chengping."

The old man was old, but his voice was sonorous as a sword, and the disciples' hearts trembled.

"Then what do you always want to do?"

Yang Ming became more cautious.

"The king is fighting with the emperor, if persuasion fails..."

As he said, Old Confucian sighed:

"That can only be killed all at once."

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