Chapter 1816: All in Calculation (Ask for Guaranteed Monthly Pass)

"Why don't you open the door!?"

On the solemn and ancient altar, a huge ball of light surging with chaos hung. Occasionally the chaos separates, and birds and beasts, rivers and clouds can be seen. Occasionally, chaos gathers, and there are blue thunder, purple lightning, red fire and ashes.

Under the huge ball of light surging in chaos, an angry voice roared.

The suppressed pain was like a volcano about to erupt.

The person who growled was a monk with clear features.

The face that would have brought many radiance to people is now buried in pain.

There were wounds cut by the wind knife on the face, especially the left eyebrow, which had a narrow cut on the left third.

He came too fast, and when he crashed through the space, he was injured by a gust of wind.

It almost triggered a counterattack from the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, and the Dharma Body was obliterated.

The person he questioned was wearing a bamboo hat, raincoat, and straw sandals. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground with a sheathed sword across his knees.

He is naturally one of the three human race disciples guarding Suiming City in this period. The true king of Qin State, Qin Changsheng, who once faced off against Shi Anxuan in the Nantian battlefield.

"Isn't this open?" he said quietly.

"You know what I'm talking about!" the angry monk growled angrily.

"Which door do you want to open?" Qin Changsheng asked quietly.

"Of course it's the door to the land of the gods!" the monk said excitedly: "My sect, Zen Master Xingnian, is in the middle and is already knocking on the door!"

Qin Changsheng's reaction was still very calm: "As far as I know, the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons does not lead to the land of the sky. Zen Master Xingnian opened the passage himself, but he has not yet reached the door. When he reaches the door, I will wait Once it’s safe, we’ll take him in.”

"I want you to open the door now!" The monk suddenly came closer. The scar on his bald head was as scarlet as blood, and it seemed like a letter. "I want to greet him!"

Qin Changsheng raised his eyelids and looked at him like this. Slowly: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

The same sentence, but this is a question.

The monk was so anxious that his eyes were bloodshot: "Zen Master Xing Nian is the highest achiever in the world in the "Future Star Tribulation Sutra". He is the great Bodhisattva of Mount Sumeru and the True Lord of the Way of our human race! Qin True Lord, you Qin Changsheng, you Qin Kingdom , Do you really want to die?"

"Zhaowu, let me ask you!" Qin Changsheng held the long knife in his hand and still sat cross-legged: "If this is a situation, if the demon clan breaks through the door, who will bear the responsibility?"

"I'll bear it!" Monk Zhaowu said angrily, "If something happens because of this, I'll pay with my head!"

"You can't afford it!" Qin Changsheng's voice was extremely cold: "What does it mean if your body is shattered to pieces? How can you afford the entire Sumeru Mountain to compensate the Ten Thousand Demons Sect?"

Zhaowu said with red eyes: "Zen Master Xing Nian has made great contributions to the human race. I, Mount Xumi, have sacrificed my life for the human race! Looking around the world, few can match his calculation power. If we can survive him, he will be of great help to our human race." use!"

"Not to mention that he has not settled the results for five hundred years. If you didn't come here today, I would have thought he was still in the mountain." Qin Changsheng said slowly: "I just want to tell you the rules."

"It is not a rule set by me, Qin Changsheng, but a rule set by our human race for the Sect of Ten Thousand Demons since ancient times. It is not specifically aimed at you, but you must be within its rules."

"Everyone who enters or exits the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons needs to be notified in advance and verified internally and externally. I don't know why Chu State would let you come here rashly. But I have reason to think that they don't respect the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons. Respect the overall situation of the conflict between the two clans. The person in charge of the deputy sect of the Ten Thousand Demons Gate has greatly failed in his duty! I should write to Chu Ting to ask for an explanation."

Qin Changsheng's eyes became more and more sharp, just like the long knife on his knee, which could no longer be restrained by the scabbard: "The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons is the only door to the demon world in this world, and it will never be opened to the outside world easily. Don't. He said that Zen Master Xing Nian has not walked outside the door yet. Even if he is outside the door, he must wait for a long time and eliminate all risks before he is allowed in! "

He looked at Teruwu with his eyes: "Who gave you the courage to open the door and greet you?"

"When two armies are fighting, you cannot lightly open the city gate. When two countries are fighting, you cannot lightly open the border. Now that the two tribes are fighting, who are you going to open the door to welcome?"

"Tōwu, what do you think we are doing? Why do you think I am sitting here?"

"You don't really think that we, the human race, sit back and relax, and the war with the monster race is just a child's play, do you?"

"If that's true, how come your family's Zhiwen bell was lost? Why did Zen Master Mingzhi die? Why is Zen Master Xingnian in danger now? Why do you need to mess around here?"

"Has it been a long time since the bloody battle at Centipede Ridge? The statue of Demon Emperor Yuanxi is still standing in the Taikoo Imperial City. Why don't you take a look at it from a distance?!"

These repeated shouts and questions were like slashing with a straight knife, the sharp edge gouging out the heart, making Monk Zhaowu look disgraced.

"He and I……"

The dignified True Lord Yan Dao, who had also had a discussion with Huang Weizhen back then, actually closed his eyes in pain and mumbled, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Of course he knows what Qin Changsheng said!

Of course he knew that no one would support him in opening the door.

Why he lowered his voice and roared because he knew he couldn't ignore everything.

But he really wants to save people!

The one who has been hiding in the demon clan for five hundred years, the one who vowed to get back the Zhiwen Bell for Shanmen and end the tragedy of EMI, does he know that there is someone waiting for him in this world?

Do you know that there are always people who believe in him, many people believe in him?

"If you really want to go to the rescue, the road over there is always open." Qin Changsheng's voice was extremely cruel.

The door to all demons will not be opened for this.

But there is no Ten Thousand Demon Sect between the Civilization Basin and the Monster Territory—that’s how Zen Master Xing Nian went to the Monster Territory.

But Zen Master Ming Zhi is gone, and Zen Master Xing Nian will also be gone.

What's the use of him going?

Teruwu unclenched his clenched fists, glanced over there, and walked down the altar in despair.

"You might as well think about it."

Qin Changsheng's cold voice came from behind: "Does Zen Master Xing Nian want you to support him? Is he willing to let the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons bear the risk of falling for him? With his deep calculation, from beginning to end, he can Did you pass it on?"

Teruwu said nothing and continued walking out.

For some reason, there was bleeding from the broken eyebrow. He stretched out his finger and touched it, and the pads of his fingers were bright red.

It is true that the body of Yan Dao cannot be healed from an injury.

But a broken eyebrow is really not a big injury and can be smoothed off easily.

But he did nothing more.

…

…

The 90,000-foot Daofeng peak is so high that it cannot be seen in the world.

Qizhiben, who looked sickly and thin, sat alone in front of the chessboard.

Chess pieces ground from white stone and black stone are placed in two copper bowls.

So he used this copper bowl as a chess pot.

When a child falls into it, the sound of the bowl is far away.

The sound is like hitting a stone in an empty valley, giving you a quiet and wonderful Zen feeling.

This is the alms bowl left by Zen Master Ming Zhi, the great Bodhisattva of Mount Sumeru five hundred years ago.

In front of the Buddha's bowl on the left, there are several books piled up.

There are also a few books stacked in front of the Buddha's bowl on the right.

Fifth from the left, fourth from the right.

The top one on the left has a Taoist text on the cover -

"Buddha's Fifty-Eight Chapters·Chapter 2 and 17"!

The top one on the right has Taoist writing on the cover... "Buddha Says Fifty-Eight Chapters·Zhang Si Shi Lu".

That year, "The Fifty-Eight Chapters of the Buddha's Word" from Tianyao Pavilion was stolen, and a total of twenty chapters were lost. Later, the traitor was found out, and Zen Master Xumishan Mingzhi, the instigator behind the scenes, was also captured and beaten to death.

Seven chapters of the scripture have been recovered, and thirteen chapters have been lost since then.

They were all used by Zen Master Xing Nian and scattered around the world.

Now three chapters are used in the Shenxiao Bureau, and Xing Nian uses this as a note to try to write the future. He set up a trap and forced it to stop.

And of the remaining ten chapters, he had already reached chapter five.

As soon as Ding Xing Nian appeared in the Shenxiao Bureau, traces were immediately produced, and the other five chapters were nowhere to be seen.

Of the last ten missing chapters of the scripture, nine chapters were collected here, and one chapter was shattered by the Ape Immortal Court.

If Zen Master Xing Nian still has a chance to survive, he can still penetrate time and play chess with the sutras of future star kalpas. These nine chapters of the scripture are the only hope.

Qizhiben picked up one of the scriptures and flipped through it casually: "When you achieve Bodhi, there will be no karma and fruit in the world, suffering will be innocent, and the ordinary mind will be content."

He recounted Zen Master Xing Nien's great wish before his death, with a relaxed tone: "When you achieve Bodhi, there will be no evil in the sky..."

Tear!

Tear!

Tear!

The nine-chapter scripture was torn cleanly into pieces, and not a single word could be put back together.

"Okay, no more."

He blew lightly, and the debris became more broken, breaking into the wind, carrying fine dust, and fell to the ground.

The game with Zen Master Xing Nian is only over now.

As for Buddhist scriptures and classics of all ages... what are they?

"Your master's injuries were caused by me."

"I was responsible for your uncle's death."

"Your life will also be ended by me."

As he said this, he reached out and flicked the chessboard, and another game started.

Shi Shiran smiled and said: "Good chess!"

While he was thinking about the situation of the next round, the first ear on his right side moved slightly, as if he heard something.

"The Zhiwen Bell is missing?"

He chuckled: "It's none of my business!"

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The eternal chasm has been closed, and the distance between the land of the gods and the present world is once again elusive and unknowable.

"The Fifty-Eight Chapters of the Buddha" turned into ashes.

Zen Master Xing Nian was burned in the fire of karma.

The corpse insects are scattered in cause and effect.

The spring of youth still falls in the spring of youth, it is still a pool of stagnant water, and its vitality is exhausted.

It's all over, and it's like it never happened.

But... what about the Chiwen Ferry?

Where did the Zhiwen Bell go?

Cicada Fayuan in Moyun City looked livid.

The demons intercepted and killed Tianhe one after another. At the moment of Zen Master Xingnian's death, he was already ready to take back the Zhiwen Bell and "The Fifty-Eight Chapters of the Buddha". But when the fire of karma rolls around, everything becomes empty.

Where did the Zhiwen Bell go?

"Buddha Says Chapter 58" It is reasonable to be burned by the fire of karma, but there is no way that the Zhiwen Bell will be destroyed!

When the World Honored One preached the Dharma, the three bells were always with him.

I heard that the bell is a tool for enlightenment, seeking the truth within, the so-called "this is what I heard."

The Guangwen Bell is a tool for seeking the Tao. Seeking the Tao from outside is the so-called "like gaining extensive knowledge".

The Zhiwen Zhong is a tool for telling the Tao. It tells the Tao externally. It is the so-called "knowledge and hearing".

The Zhiwen Bell has been enshrined in Nanshan Mountain for thousands of years, and geniuses have emerged in large numbers, which is the result of telling the truth. Just as a great Bodhisattva said at the time - "If others know my mind, my way will be spread throughout the world."

If you can hold this bell, you will gain something from your expansion!

Today I know that if Wen Zhong cannot be found, he will be the sinful monk from the ancient Nanshan Mountain!

For this bell of knowledge and hearing, generations of people on Mount Sumeru have sacrificed their lives.

How far could he go for this bell of knowledge?

"Where's the clock?" Cicada Fayuan looked at the gathering darkness, filled with murderous intent.

I wonder if there is a secret method of Black Lotus Temple.

"Hehehehe, you guessed it right. I, Bodhisattva, have returned the Zhiwen Bell to its rightful place!" In the darkness, Ji Xingkong's mood was obviously much more stable.

After all, you never own it, so why lose it?

"Where should it be?"

"Of course it is the orthodox Buddhist sect, the eternal scriptures, the boat of salvation, and the Black Lotus Temple!"

At this moment, Zen Master Xingnian is dead, and the beacon has been erased. The time when Shenxiao Land and Moyun City were forcibly connected by Mi Zhiben was split again.

Chan Fayuan once again looked at the lost time. Since Ji Xingkong said so, the disappearance of Zhiwen Bell should have nothing to do with the Black Lotus Temple.

The karmic fire burned away the cause and effect, and it really eliminated too many traces. Even a man with great cultivation could not see clearly for a while.

So, before Zen Master Xingnian died, did he push Zhiwen Bell back to that secret? He couldn't take it back, so he would rather let Zhiwen Bell be lost from then on?

The secrets of Shenxiao Bureau are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges.

Where should we look for it?

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On the sacred mountain, the monsters were silent.

Although Zen Master Xingnian is a great enemy of the demon clan, the spirit of "crossing the Tianhe River alone and fighting all the demons alone" can really transcend the difference between enemies and friends.

The homesickness of seeking home even after millions of miles away, and the courage of going alone even after thousands of enemies, can resonate with the voices of all living spirits.

Seeing this scene, who can not sigh?

The surrounding mountains are all demons!

The villagers cannot return.

Jiang Wang fell into the mirror world. Surrounded by the silent white mist, although he held his sword tightly, holding it so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand bulged, he only felt deeply powerless.

Five hundred years ago, Zen Master Xingnian watched his uncle Zen Master Mingzhi being beaten to death by the demon clan strongman.

Five hundred years later, he, Jiang Wang, could only watch Zen Master Xingnian being beaten to death in the mirror world.

Despair is even worse!

Zen Master Xingnian still has the top cultivation of the world, still has the ability to look back to the past and peek into the future, can still calculate the game of the gods, fight all the demons alone, can hide in the demon world for five hundred years, and enter this game...

He can only leave a sentence, "How far is the other shore!"

What does he Jiang Wang have? What can he do?

He Jiang Wang has a sword and a magical power, but he dare not jump out of the treasure mirror where he hides, and dare not board the ferry to go home.

He can only hide in the world in the mirror and watch.

Watching a group of demons kill Tianhe, one after another, the offensive is endless. They beat Zen Master Xingnian to exhaustion and burn in the fire of karma.

It's too desperate.

Even a strong Zen Master Xingnian can't do it.

Even a strong Zen Master Xingnian is dead.

The game of five hundred years is in vain, and the peak of the way is just an illusion.

What else can a small god do?

It's too desperate...

Jiang Wang's hand holding the sword is so clenched that the knuckles have turned white.

But he was silent and slowly loosened his hand.

He loosened the hilt not because he gave up resistance, but because he no longer tried to find courage here.

Life is a long journey.

The journey of Zen Master Xingnian ended, but he, Jiang Wang, was still on the road.

Then keep moving forward.

Is this the end of the road?

I am still alive.

Then not yet.

He slowly supported himself with his hands and was about to stand up.

Something seemed to be pressed on his palm.

He turned his head and slowly moved his hand away, and then he saw a... small bronze bell.

There were inscriptions of Gu Nanshan, inscriptions of Heilian Temple, and mottled marks of axe chisel, knife cut, smoke and fire on it.

Its name: Zhiwen.

I heard that voice of Master.

You are the accident that hit me, the one that escaped, the last hope, and perhaps there will be a possibility.

All calculated!

On the first day of the month, I ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket.

Thanks to the book friend "Pipi in the Banana Boat" for becoming the leader of this book! This is the 387th Alliance of the Red Heart Patrol!