Chapter 1849 Asking About Time

The statue standing in front of the huge bronze tripod has a red face, a fire snake wrapped around his arms, and a fire turtle under his feet. In his hand is a puppet painted with gold and with a red dot between his eyebrows.

He represents the will of Xuan Nan Gong, of course. While putting the puppet into the bronze tripod, he said: "This person is so persistent that he may not be tamed. If he becomes a demon, he may cause trouble in the future."

At this time, Xuan Nan Gong did not look like he had no temper like when he talked to Tiger Tai Sui. Although his voice was light, it was full of majesty.

Ye Bodhisattva said casually: "How old is he now? How many years has he lived in the world? How many relatives and friends does he have over there? When he has branches and leaves here and reproduces his descendants, his cognition of himself will change over time."

"Emotions are not born, they will be generated in getting along with each other."

"We must believe in the power of time."

"You can believe in the power of the Black Lotus Temple even more."

The red-faced statue was about to say something else, but after hearing the last sentence, he shut up.

Indeed, time is enough to smooth everything out, and the emotions of living beings are not enough to be worn away. And the Black Lotus Temple has many ways to completely control Xiong Sansi. Some of these methods cannot even be crossed by will.

Just like if Tiger Tai Sui simply wanted to destroy Xiong Sansi's will, Xiong Sansi would not be much better than Ling Xihua now. It is precisely to preserve Xiong Sansi's hatred, to preserve Xiong Sansi's vigorous vitality and enterprising spirit that Xiong Sansi has the opportunity to hate, to be angry, to insist or to despair.

The body and soul are at the mercy of slaughter, and love and hate are difficult to control.

All are ants below the peak, it is so real and desperate.

He slowly turned around, raised his eyes to look at the sky, and then fell back to the bronze tripod, muttering: "Quan Yingyang is really going backwards as he lives."

Ji Xingkong doesn't care about Quan Yingyang. Chan Fayuan and Tiger Tai Sui are all out, and Zhiwen Bell is already in the bag. He kicked Tiger Tai Sui off the Tianxi Conferred God Platform, waiting for this moment. He arranged Xiong Sansi in advance for this moment.

His conversation with Xuannan Gong could not be heard by Xiong Sansi, but his consolation and care soothed Xiong Sansi's heart over and over again.

The Buddha taught the Dharma with the Eight Divisions of Heaven and Dragon.

Although the Buddhist sect in the demon world is independent, it has also inherited a lot.

Gunanshan replaced the dragons with snakes, and still called them the Eight Divisions of Heaven and Dragon.

Black Lotus Temple established the Eight Divisions of Ghosts and Gods to compete with Gunanshan, and this has been going on for a long time.

But as the King of Light Tathagata said back then - "Eight Divisions and Seven Ghosts, the Dharma is difficult to spread."

The Eight Divisions of Ghosts and Gods of Black Lotus Temple have an unstable foundation, which is a fatal hidden danger. It also makes it difficult for them to truly challenge the orthodox status of Gunanshan.

Today, Tiger Tai Sui has spared no effort to create a new race with infinite potential in his pursuit of the path of transcendence.

Ji Xingkong moved the layout for his own use, using the spirit race to achieve Marakana, which can be said to make up for the shortcomings and enrich the potential of the Eight Divisions of Ghosts and Gods.

For the Taikoo Imperial City, placing the spirit race among the Eight Divisions of Ghosts and Gods and being controlled by the Black Lotus Temple can also be regarded as imprisoning the beast in a cage to avoid future troubles.

If this is accomplished, the hidden dangers of the spirit race will be controlled, the foundation of the Black Lotus Temple will be supplemented, and Xiong Sansi will be freed from pain. It can be said that everyone is happy-except Tiger Tai Sui.

Or if he is willing, he can also come to Marakana to join in the celebration and create the Black Lotus Prosperity. The Black Lotus Temple is a place outside the world, and it also opens the door to convenience.

Of course, Ji Xingkong will not take the initiative to say this, lest Tiger Tai Sui come to fight desperately. He will wait for Tiger Tai Sui to realize it himself.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and there is a lotus on the other side." Night Bodhisattva recited the last Buddhist verse. His compassionate voice seemed to soothe the sadness of the whole world. It was only natural that Xiong Sansi should feel the warmth and be guided.

But Xiong Sansi, curled up in the sea of ​​clouds, did not respond. He was still fighting miserably there, continuing his endless cycle of pain.

It was impossible for Xiong Sansi not to hear these words. When the Bodhisattva spoke to him that night, he knew that he had no right not to hear them.

Then silence was a kind of rejection.

Ji Xingkong thought of many possibilities, but he had never thought of this one.

It's not that this possibility does not exist. Mara Kana belongs to the Buddhist power with great symbolic significance. What the Eight Divisions of Ghosts and Gods need is an autonomous soul, a group with vitality, not a simple puppet. So he did not restrict Xiong Sansi's freedom of choice.

And to be honest, there is only one messenger worm here, and the power he transmits is negligible, and he can't do much. Otherwise, he would have rushed out to join hands with Xuannan Gong to overthrow Tiger Tai Sui.

But...

How could it be?

How could Xiong Sansi refuse?

How painful and desperate he was!

He has tried everything, and all efforts have failed!

His fate was doomed the moment he was noticed by Tiger Tai Sui.

From the Thousand Tribulations Cave to the Purple Hills, and then to the Shenxiao World.

He can't do anything, doesn't he understand?

If he continues the tacit understanding they reached earlier, joins the Black Lotus Temple, and becomes the founder of Mara Gana, he can escape from the sea of ​​suffering and have everything.

What reason does he have to refuse?

The word Jiang Wang flashed through his mind. This mortal who killed Shu Jialan was also the hometown person who Xiong Sansi unilaterally identified as a comrade-in-arms.

Ye Bodhisattva said solemnly: "The demon who has left home will not lie. The young prodigy you want to help escape is dead. Quan Yingyang cut off his head and is returning. Do you want to kill Quan Yingyang and avenge this?"

His voice exuded a power of "trust", which made Xiong Sansi not doubt the truth of this passage.

This passage could certainly be true.

Jiang Wang would definitely die, his head would definitely be cut off, and Quan Yingyang would definitely be able to take it out for Xiong Sansi to take revenge.

For Mara Gana and the Black Lotus Temple, anyone could sacrifice.

Quan Yingyang would certainly be no problem.

But as soon as Ye Bodhisattva finished speaking, Xiong Sansi's body, which was convulsing, suddenly froze, and then began to collapse from his eyeballs. The newly formed spirit body exuded a strange fragrance, and the whole body exploded into a pile of flesh worms!

The clean white flesh worms, scattered in the sea of ​​​​the gods, had a special attraction. They were wrapped up by the swarming divine power and devoured bit by bit.

Xiong Sansi did not give any answer to all of Ji Xingkong's questions.

He endured silently, suffered silently, and gave up silently.

But the last words he said in his life were heard and remembered clearly by all the demons present -

"I am... a human!"

The red-faced statue beside the bronze tripod was silent.

The Night Bodhisattva who appeared through the messenger worm was also silent.

But the silence only lasted for about two breaths. After two breaths, the faceless Night Bodhisattva stepped forward and landed on the mountain path in front of Ling Xihua, who was holding a sword with one arm.

His eyes appeared from the dark night, staring at Ling Xihua's pale face and evasive eyes.

With a trustworthy confidence and compassion, he said: "In fact, I have been optimistic about you for a long time. Are you willing to join the Black Lotus Temple and become a demon? You are in charge of one of the eight divisions of ghosts and gods. When you achieve the fruit position in the future, you will be as respected as this seat!"

Compared with Xiong Sansi, Ling Xihua is indeed far behind.

So far behind that even Tiger Taisui didn't bother to take a second look after using him.

But compared to the real spirit race, Ling Xihua is only about the last step away, similar to the step that Xiong Sansi took in the Cave of Flesh and Blood.

At the level of a celestial demon, he will not regret things that cannot be changed.

Isn't it just a divine infant?

The Black Lotus Temple can have one!

How to become a real spirit race is nothing more than trying a few more times.

With the example of Xiong Sansi and the support of the Black Lotus Temple, this last step will not become an insurmountable problem.

Ling Xihua never thought that he would be the one who saw the light at the end of the tunnel! Just like he didn't expect that a great bodhisattva like Ji Xingkong could say "I've been optimistic about you for a long time."

The dodging eyes suddenly became firm. He threw away the sword in his hand, put one palm on his chest, and knelt down in front of the Night Bodhisattva with great sincerity: "Before Xihua was born, my mother had Buddha's light in her dream! I have been reading Buddhist scriptures since I was a child, and I have admired the Black Lotus Temple for a long time, but I was controlled by the Three Evil Kings and it was difficult to establish a Buddhist fate! Thank you for the Bodhisattva's favor and giving me the opportunity to turn back from the bitter sea. From now on, I am Mara Kana, I should keep the precepts and keep my heart, and glorify my Buddha... Please, great bodhisattva, shave my head for me!"

In this situation, who can't say that it's fate?

The Night Bodhisattva reached out from the shadows, and the black Buddha's palm gently brushed away Ling Xihua's long hair, and by the way, left a black lotus pattern on the bald scalp. The power of the eight ghosts and gods

Hmm?

In this process, he seemed to have caught something on this mountain road where Jiang Wang shed blood and Zhu Lanruo died. But it is difficult to study it in detail because the power provided by a single messenger worm is too little.

Ling Xihua, who is about to become the world's first Mara Gana, can't help but look at the Sea of ​​​​Ten Thousand Gods.

From the spirit tribe to Mara Gana, he is picking up Xiong Sansi's leftovers. He has complicated feelings about him.

"Why?" Ji Xingkong asked.

Ling Xihua said: "I always feel that he should have a spectacular death."

Yes, how could a hero like Rao Bingzhang sink into the Sea of ​​​​Ten Thousand Gods in such pain and silence? All the things in his body that were unified by the divine infant were transformed into divine power.

The demon tribe will definitely not commemorate him.

The human race will never know him.

"He is already spectacular enough to make Mara Gana of the Eight Divisions of Ghosts and Gods so emotional." Ye Bodhisattva responded casually, his eyes patrolled the cliffs beside the mountain road, and finally stopped and saw a flower-shaped stone mark.

At the level beyond the field of vision, there was a faint light that was slowly gathering towards it.

The eyes of the Night Bodhisattva that appeared in the shadows had a hint of seriousness.

However, the changes in the Shenxiao world were not only that, and not even in the dark corridor where Jiang Wang and Quan Yingyang were fighting.

At this moment, the entire Shenshan Mountain was dark.

But there was light again.

The red-faced statue controlled by Xuannan Gong suddenly jumped into the bronze cauldron... The cauldron suddenly rose up with a soaring divine fire!

The divine fire surged out of the cauldron like a torrent, spreading all over the altar, waving its fangs and claws. The statues of the gods who stood solemnly in various places on the altar and had already completed the formation all stood still, chanting in Taoist language, reciting the "Great Demon Qianfa Shenzhao Book".

This book is a classic for all ages, and it is a book of the ultimate way that laid the foundation for the demon clan's divine way.

At this time, it was recited by the gods, and the entire Shenxiao world was responded to in an instant.

In the boiling flames in the cauldron, the puppet painted with gold and with a red dot between its brows looked like cooked food. It even overflowed from the huge bronze cauldron and continued to rise higher and higher, until it reached the sky!

There is a flickering light spot at the heart of this puppet, which seems to be its heart and affects the minds of all those who look at it. That was the spark that had been buried in the giant bronze cauldron for a long time. Lu Qilang coveted it but failed to find a chance to contact him. Jiang Wang ignited it with the true fire of Samadhi.

Now it rests obediently on the body of the golden paint puppet, as if it has been like this forever and ever.

At this time, looking at the entire Heavenly Demon Altar, no matter where the statue is, a line of divine fire flies out from the center of the eyebrow, dancing in the sky, connected to the puppet.

I don't know if it is supporting it or locking it.

But the gold liquid condensed by infinite divine power flows on the body of this golden lacquer puppet, melting its coat and carving its texture.

This puppet gradually gained a sense of reality and actually exuded an ancient majesty.

Just like a king sitting on the throne, he is bowed down by all the gods and the whole world kneels down.

This is the body of the God King!

Such a scene of all gods reciting books and all gods bathing in fire is truly magnificent.

Duke Xuannan used the gods as his salary and the will of the heavenly demon to ignite the fire, and rekindled the altar of the heavenly demon!

During this Shenxiao game, the long-abandoned Heavenly Demon Altar was lit three times in total.

The first attempt was made to illuminate the sea of ​​chaos, open a short passage, and call upon the old path of the World Honored One or Grand Ancestor Yu Zhen. The second attempt is to build a large human city, take root in the rules of the world, and respond to the Civilized Basin. This third time, under the control of Xuan Nangong, he focused on the world of Shenxiao and refining the body of the God King!

After Jiang Wang laid bones to build the city and Hu Taisui ruthlessly seized the stage, in order to avoid long nights and dreams, the power of the Conferred God Stage represented by Xuan Nangong decided not to wait any longer and decided to shape the body of the God King in advance and call upon the ancestor Yu Zhen. Spirituality returns!

Ye Bodhisattva's eyes saw that the carvings on the giant bronze cauldron were gradually melted into four new Tao characters under the erosion of the divine golden liquid -

"You take my life for me!"

This time, even Ji Xingkong was startled, because these four words were written by Demon Emperor Yuanxi, and every stroke bore the power of Emperor Yuanxi. Dao Wen is the word that explains the Tao. Anyone who can describe the Tao has his or her fundamental imprint. It can be said that the word is his or her body. Ji Xingkong will never admit his mistakes.

So what is this?

No matter what the great Bodhisattva of Black Lotus Temple thinks. At this moment, the golden paint puppet, which was already close to the body of the God King, suddenly opened its golden eyes and looked up to the sky.

It was clearly just a puppet, and its hands and feet were clearly carved and did not move. At this moment, he just opened his eyes and raised his head, but he had the great courage to look at the heavens with his hands behind his back!

The sky was already dark, and now the wind and clouds were changing, thunder and rain were coming, and the light was changing, flashing back scenes of gorgeous paintings. That is the endless flow of time in this world!

The endless power of the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Gods is supporting this incredible change.

A majestic figure with a plump crown stepped out of the golden lacquer puppet. One step out of the altar, one step up to the sky, one step into the unpredictable time.

He just sat down cross-legged in the sky above the surging river of time. And in front of him, after countless years passed and looked back in a daze, a figure dressed in white and wearing a white jade crown condensed at a speed that could not be defined as "fast" or "slow", flickering and appearing. Also sat down.

The long river of time flows forever, and at the junction of eternity and fleetingness, two great figures sit opposite each other.

It is impossible to see their faces through time and space, but I can be aware that they are looking at each other.

This is a confrontation that should be engraved in the history books. It is a great moment that is worth remembering when looking at the entire era.

After the wreckage of the Flying Light Treasure Ship completely collapsed here, time and space were reshaped. At this time, the world of Shenxiao already has its own independent time and space order.

And who has the power to turn the tide and set off the tide of time?

This was a dialogue between “greats” that should have happened, but didn’t.

This is a dialogue between the "dead". Long after both parties have died, they return to a certain time and space to sit and talk to each other.

These are the two most legendary opponents in the history of the demon clan since the New Territories. Both enemies and friends, and proud of both.

Emperor Yuanxi, Great Ancestor Yuzhen!