Chapter 678 Three Treasures

As soon as Fu Xia said this, the sky was filled with golden clouds, peacock-like clouds were flying, the golden pool was gushing, colorful rain was falling, and a piece of pure land appeared in the northern sky.

This northern pure land was covered by a cloud, and there was a huge golden gate in the distance. A one-horned tiger as big as a mountain with black patterns all over its body was sleeping soundly beside the gate. Densely packed golden guardians stood in the clouds, boundless, and thousands of shadows raised their heads, knocking or worshipping, looking forward to it.

The six-armed Vajra [Six Swings] that had always suppressed the "Huangyuan Pass" without any reaction paused for the first time. As the peacock's cry came from the northern sky, the head that was always angry and always quiet was raised, the golden lips slightly opened, and the melodious chanting sound came.

"Boom!"

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

All this seemed to be a shot of cardiotonic medicine injected into Fu Xia's heart. He suddenly raised his head. He didn't care about the lack of mana and the burning of Lihuo. The whole Huangyuan Pass moved with his movements, as if it would collapse at any time.

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

The old monk was ecstatic and excited, tears fell down, looking at Kong Heng with great pleading, and said bitterly:

"Sir, the land of enlightenment has appeared, please tell me [Emperor Manifestation], return to the north to subdue the demons, sit upright in the rain of Mandala flowers, and go through countless kalpas to become the emperor of Maha-Liangli."

As if responding to his voice, as Fu Xia spoke his request, a melodious bell sound came from the golden clouds in the north, ringing nine times in a row.

"Dong... Dong..."

Kong Heng looked into the distance, and the image of a pure land was reflected in his pupils.

He knew that as long as he nodded and had a little thought of purifying the world, the position of Emperor Sha Maha in the sky would immediately respond to him, and he would become a practitioner like Murong Xia and achieve the state of no regression.

Once the state of no regression is achieved, unless someone can kill him in the Pure Land and wipe out a little of his true spirit, he can reincarnate for a hundred generations without losing his mind and enjoy the position of Maha forever.

And he doesn't need to practice anymore in this life, he has already perfected the cultivation of the master. Kong Heng is an ancient cultivator. The next step is not pity, but Maha. He only needs to go north and ascend to the position of Maha again, becoming one of the peaks of this world, and even the position of Dharma is far away.

But he still looked at it calmly.

Kong Heng's own Taoist lineage stopped here, and only the word enlightenment was left. Ancient cultivators have not produced Maha for many years. If they miss this opportunity, there will be no more Taoist lineage and no Maha. The Pure Land will personally guide outsiders.

"Old senior, showing anger is not my way."

Fuxia is the body of compassion. Tears turned into glass in the fire, and were shattered by the light of the sky, illuminating the old monk's face with light and shadows, staring at him blankly.

Kongheng looked at Fuxia quietly. The monk with thin eyes had white teeth and red lips, and now his face was bright and infinite. He said:

"My appearance is not the appearance of sentient beings. I don't set up infinite pure lands, I don't set up terrifying images, I don't set up temples with incense, and I don't set up monks to worship. All these are evil karma."

"You can't ask practitioners to believe in me, you can't ask the people to worship me. I seek liberation together, not to accept people with pure land."

Fuxia was struck by lightning, and he was deflated as if he had lost his breath. As his mind relaxed, the brilliance on the body of compassion became dimmer, and his back suddenly bent down, and he was pressed more firmly.

The old monk was motionless, looking up at the sky, the scorching fire surrounding his body. Fu Xia only muttered scriptures in his mouth, watching the golden glow disappear bit by bit, and the giant tiger was submerged in the clouds, and everything was in vain.

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

"I have been sharp and aggressive all the way, suppressing you and scolding you with fierce and paranoid doctrines, but I can't make you angry at all. If you are angry, the Emperor of the Immortal will fall on you."

"So I suppress you with power, force you with intimidation, and pity you with the glory of the Dharma body. If you are a little afraid, you don't need to nod your head, don't need to follow me, the Emperor of the Immortal will fall on you." The kshatra will surely fall on you."

"Since you are neither angry nor afraid, I will weep bitterly and move you with my sorrow. Please spread the teachings to the world, sit in the sky and rain Mandala flowers to teach the Buddhists. If you have a little thought, the kshatra of the emperor will surely fall on you."

The light on Kong Heng's face remained, and the fire around him gradually faded. The color of glazed glass flew out of Fu Xia's Dharma body. The old monk held up the Mingguan with one hand, and his magic power was running. His eyes were full of glazed glass, and he walked straight out of the fire.

The compassionate Dharma body was truly running. Fu Xia didn't even need a finger to push down the "Huangyuan Pass" at this moment. The endless fire of glazed glass was like his food. The more it burned, the more colorful his body looked.

Fu Xia whispered:

"But you don't waver."

The lake was silent, and everyone looked at the pitiful man with fear. Only Kong Heng said gently:

"You Mahas have tried it before."

Kong Heng smiled at him, and the old monk took off his dark yellow cassock, folded it, and put it in his palm. With his other hand, he placed a pure white long stick on the cassock.

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

"Since I came to this demonic land, I have never thought of returning. I have three treasures for you, Master."

"The first is the [Black Box Tiger Patterned Kasaya], which is transformed from a horned tiger. It is mysterious and can be transformed into a fierce tiger and swallow anything. Ordinary practitioners cannot defeat it."

"The second is the [Miaobai Zhenyu Demon Subduing Stick], which is a treasure. It has subdued countless demons and monsters. The black evil spirits soared into the sky. One stick can split mountains and cut rivers. The monsters killed 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 at all. He put his hands together on his chest, his naked upper body shining brightly, and bowed to the north first. He closed his eyes tightly and said in a deep voice:

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

His words finally moved Kong Heng. 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 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, and the lotus flowers on both sides emit bursts of fragrant breath.

Kong Heng looked at the relic in front of him quietly, holding it in his hand and putting it away. The black-red sunset gleamed 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 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 said in a low voice:

"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... Master has been in my home for so many years... The elders admire him very much... Zhou Wei is still outside... I can't meet 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 gloomy 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, standing sideways behind him. The man in gold whispered:

"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 ponds 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 Demons of Angry Eyes died was just incidental... Liu Xiang still wanted to try Wrath 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."

"It's 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."

"And the angry manifester figures out that he has an opportunity and comes like a fly smelling blood, and once again tries 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 enlightenment occurs overnight, a Buddhist monk can 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. The twelve Qi was missing one 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. The great demon of the Zifu 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 have practiced 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."