Chapter 555: “Seeing” Oneself

As far as the eye can see, the land is black, but it is stained with dark red blood, revealing a strange color.

There are no mountains, no water, no sun, no moon, and no clouds here. Only a faint light falls from the height, illuminating the broken arms and limbs, and the rotting corpses, dyeing them with a touch of bright red.

The entire plain is endless, and the only special thing is the black air lingering in the distance, which is difficult to penetrate, as if it is covering something.

After watching for a while, Meng Qi performed the stepping virtual somersault step, stepped on the air flow, and produced clouds, flying close to the ground towards the black air.

This place is weird, he dare not fly fast, fearing that there are some terrible things hidden in the air.

During the flight, the smell of blood and stench penetrated Meng Qi's nose, making him feel that he had entered an ancient battlefield, or a battlefield where the bones had not been collected.

As he flew, many relatively complete corpses appeared in front of him, such as the strange guy standing on one leg not far away.

It was wearing patchwork clothes, with no hair on its head. Its face and body were rotten in many places, deep into the bones, with yellow pus, which was extremely disgusting. It was holding something in its hand, but it was its left leg. The root of the leg was bloody and seemed to be torn off directly, and then stuffed into its mouth, keeping a biting posture.

"How could it tear off its own leg..." Meng Qi climbed up slightly and tried to go around.

At the same time, his spirit spread over, sensing the subtle, trying to find the secret of this place.

Suddenly, the corpse jumped up suddenly, waving the rotten left leg in its hand, and hit Meng Qi from a distance!

The dead air was eerie, and the left leg suddenly became larger. Before it touched the body, Meng Qi felt that his skin began to rot.

His body was pale gold, making an inexplicable sound. His right hand "Heaven's Wound" drew a beautiful arc and chopped down, changing as much as possible, giving people a feeling of changeability, which was exactly one of the Yuxu Qingyuan swordsmanship.

Puff, puff, puff, the knife light spread out, and the place seemed to be filled with white clouds, and there were continuous dull sounds, but it was to cut the zombie into fleshless bones from head to toe!

The bones collapsed, quickly rotted, and turned into blood mud.

As the sound of splashing spread, corpses stood up one by one not far away, some of them were missing arms, some were missing internal organs, and some were headless, in short, none of them were complete!

Meng Qi frowned, and the acupoints opened, and the whole body was shining, like a red sun, casting into the distance.

The long sword interpreted the sun's rays, and the light spread like water, burning, high temperature, sacred, brilliant, without any less, eliminating all darkness!

All the corpses engulfed by the sunlight quickly vaporized, and the surrounding area was empty. Only the stream of light transformed by the red sun cut through the sky and rushed to the place where the black air was lingering.

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The eight characters “Love, righteousness, kindness, don’t enter this door” contain deep Zen meaning, with the luster of glass, imprinted on the stone wall, giving people a feeling of purity like Bodhi and solidity like diamond.

“Do you know who wrote these eight characters?” Wang Siyuan did not have the tension, worry and uneasiness of being in the secret place of Shaolin. Instead, he seemed to be back home, leisurely, and asked the person next to him.

Next to him was a guy wearing a black cloak. His voice was not mature and very low, as if he was afraid that the monk guarding the fork in the road would find out:

“I don’t know.”

In addition to Wang Siyuan and the guy wearing a black cloak, there were two other people, one with white hair, wrinkles, horse face and high nose, and the breath was filled with dust accumulated over the years.

He closed his eyes and said nothing. Even when Wang Siyuan faced him, he did not seem so free and easy, and everything was under control.

The other one had black hair like ink, a straight back, a wide robe with big sleeves, and a medieval style. His eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Wang Siyuan, but with sharp edges and a mature masculine look.

Hearing the answer, Wang Siyuan chuckled: "This is the secret passage behind the Shaolin Mountain. These eight words contain the meaning of Bodhisattva's compassion. They have been immortal for thousands of years. Naturally, they were written by Shaolin's founder Bodhidharma."

"Bodhidharma..." The man in the black cloak was slightly surprised, as if he didn't expect that he was a legendary figure who had been sitting for many years.

His voice was deep and obvious to be a male voice.

Wang Siyuan reached deep into his right hand and gently stroked the eight characters: "Dharma attained the Dharmakaya of Kasyapa and hoped to become a Buddha. Although he failed to succeed throughout his life, he had already attained the Bodhisattva position when he was alive. He was one of the strongest people after the chaos of the demons and Buddhas. Even if the warning he left behind was eroded by time, it was still as solid as a diamond after more than a thousand years, sealing this door. Without special methods, even the great masters of the Dharmakaya could not open it."

The eight characters were shining with glazed light, and the Zen meaning was profound, as if confirming what Wang Siyuan said.

If Meng Qi were here, he would be particularly surprised, because the eight characters he had seen were ordinary, without any power, and seemed to have been washed away by time!

The man in the cloak couldn't help but feel curious: "What's behind the door?"

Wang Siyuan smiled but didn't say anything. He turned his head to look at the mountain wall next to him and read the proverb on it:

"If you don't enter the world, don't experience the sea of ​​suffering, and don't violate the precepts, how can you know the true meaning of the rules, how can you see through the illusion of worldly affairs, see your own Buddha nature, and realize the true emptiness?"

"Ananda is worthy of being one of the two great masters under the Buddha. He has taken a different path and has a deep Buddha nature..." He praised, "But this road is extremely difficult. If you get lost, your desires will overflow and you will be unable to control it. You will sink forever and will never be able to transcend in reincarnation."

He seemed to have a hint, but the man in the cloak seemed not to hear it. Instead, he looked at the pattern next to the proverb. It was a picture of monks waving swords, each with different movements. The mental methods and tricks were written and annotated in tiny characters. At the end was a line of messages:

"I am on a different path from Ananda. I have not been able to fully comprehend the true meaning of the sword technique for breaking precepts. The inheritance can only be obtained once and will never exist again. Therefore, I feel deeply disappointed and leave the secret book here. If Shaolin is no longer here, people with predestined relationships here will hope to discover the true meaning and return to the origin. Bodhidharma."

"Ananda's sword technique for breaking precepts..." The cloaked man's eyes seemed to become scorching, "Is this the sword technique he practiced?"

"You are different from him. If you practice this sword technique, you will sink in an instant and will not be able to be at peace." Wang Siyuan coughed twice, "When Bodhidharma was alive, this place was not a secret, but after he passed away, the entire Shaolin seemed to have forgotten this place."

The cloaked man retracted his gaze: "What exactly do you want to do? How can I help?"

At this time, the old man next to him who had always closed his eyes took a step forward, squatted down without image, and stroked the small hole, sensing the invisible but seemingly still burning flame inside.

"The power of the demon saint transcends the ages and is immortal..." He sighed, and his eyes suddenly opened.

This is a pair of eyes that makes people's scalp numb, with only whites of the eyes and no pupils!

The man in the black cloak took a step back, as if he was frightened.

The old man chuckled: "You can see the past and the future, so you can't see the present."

There was a mystery in his words, but the cloaked man couldn't taste it, so he could only look at Wang Siyuan.

Wang Siyuan clenched his fist against his lips and took a breath: "You don't have to care about other things, practice the skills first, and try to push the door."

"Me?" The cloaked man was startled at first, then calmed down and whispered, "I hope you can keep your promise after this matter."

He suddenly opened his cloak, revealing his own face, with ordinary features, but deep temperament, and a little bit of tiger head and tiger brain left, just like the "Duan Rui" that Meng Qi tried hard to find!

A young man who practiced "Yi Jin Jing" incorrectly and became schizophrenic, sometimes human and sometimes demon!

Suddenly, his eyes became dark, his expression was extremely distorted, his breath changed instantly, and he was very evil, and there was a strange black air lingering in his two palms.

Both palms fell on the stone door, and the black gas entered silently.

At this time, the tortoise shell shone brightly, and the black and white dots kept rotating, interpreting many hexagrams, and then plunged into the black gas!

The eight words "Love, righteousness, kindness, do not enter this door" did not change at all, and it was still glazed, but the door slowly opened!

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The red sun swept across the sky, flying very fast. Meng Qi got rid of the many corpses on the black plain and approached the lingering black gas.

The black gas enveloped the vaguely visible Buddhist temples, the merit pool, the seven treasures such as gold, silver, glazed agate, the swaying bodhi tree, and the mountain in the core, but they were all in a state of destruction without exception, or withered and rotten, only the gurgling water was still singing softly, slightly stained with blood brown.

At this point, Meng Qi only felt that the laws of heaven and earth were slightly different from the surroundings, just like the breath of the core of the Nine Netherworld encountered in the Worry-Free Valley.

Here, the vitality of heaven and earth is in a semi-dead state, with colorful glass at the bottom and black above, and the law is difficult and changing. The Eight-Nine Mysterious Art and the Great Sun True Fire are sometimes suppressed and sometimes blessed, and the same is true for the Purple Lightning Lightning and Golden Merit, while the others are completely weakened.

Last time, he could turn into a ghost to adapt to the law, but this time Meng Qi didn't know what to turn into to ignore the impact, after all, he hasn't even learned nine changes yet.

Pale gold appeared, resisting the black air, Meng Qi carefully stepped into this destroyed Buddhist Zen forest.

Suddenly, a half-corroded crystal under a withered bodhi tree reflected a figure. She was dressed in white like snow, ethereal and pure, with delicate looks, and seemed to smile.

"Gu Xiaosang..." Meng Qi was startled and alerted all around, but there was nothing nearby, and there were no enemies.

At this time, a hoarse voice came to his ears: "Do you really want to defeat her, catch her, ravage her, and let her know the consequences of using you and playing tricks on you?"

"Who?" Meng Qi was even more surprised. For Gu Xiaosang, apart from being wary and hostile, it would be a lie to say that he had never had similar dark thoughts, but this was just an occasional thought and would never be put into action.

At this time, when someone revealed the darkness in his heart, Meng Qi was inevitably shocked and became more vigilant.

Sensing around, Meng Qi still failed to find a figure.

A bodhi leaf fell and attracted Meng Qi's attention. The pattern on it seemed to be Jiang Zhiwei's face!

At this time, the hoarse voice sounded again: "Do you hate her very much? What's the meaning of "I am not myself when I see you" and "I only love the seven-foot sword in my life?"

"No!" Meng Qi blurted out.

People's hearts are full of evil, and they often have dark thoughts, but like the thin snow under the sun, they are fleeting. But now that this darkness has been seen and the secret has been revealed, he is naturally upset for a while, and even feels that he can't face Jiang Zhiwei!

The bodhi leaves fell into the deep grass, and a half-broken golden lotus slowly bloomed, and the appearance of Ruan Yushu, Qi Zhengyan and Zhao Heng seemed to emerge in it.

"Do you think they are holding you back and you can't wait to kick them away?" The hoarse voice came again.

Meng Qi took a deep breath and said loudly: "No! Who are you?"

"Turn around, and you will know who I am." The hoarse voice came from all directions.

Meng Qi turned around suddenly, and only saw the gurgling stream, and his face was reflected in the stream.

This is a distorted face, like crazy, with dark eyes.

Meng Qi was extremely horrified, and a storm of waves rose in his heart!

Me?

How is it possible!

When was I invaded by the evil spirit?

"I am you, you are me, what I say is true!" The hoarse voice laughed, and Meng Qi saw his mouth opening and closing, "Do you still think you are a good person?"

"He" lowered his voice, like reciting scriptures:

"People's hearts are dark, and their natures are evil. Once you enter this door, you will see yourself, and there will be no more affection and kindness!"