17-Bodhi Pure Land (1/2)

The little carp swung its tail gently and transformed into a man in white clothes and dark hair.

The figure is slender, handsome and cool.

"Si Qingyan, the current master of the Dao Palace, has met the senior."

Si Qingyan bowed respectfully to where Long Mu was.

"I am not the doomsday. This butterfly is the way to defeat the enemy."

Si Qingyan transformed into a Taoist pattern, which was the mark of the direct descendant of the Taoist palace.

"How do I know that you are not the conspiracy of the doomsday bug? I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go." After a brief hesitation, Qinglong's eyes condensed.

"I am Avenue Sequence Eleven, the Lord of Thunder and Judgment."

This time, a mark representing the sequence of avenues appeared between Si Qingyan's eyebrows. Qinglong looked at it intently and instantly calmed down.

"Your Highness, I believe in your identity."

"Doomsday doesn't have the ability to dare to pretend to be a Dao sequence."

As long as you see that mark, you will get the explanation from heaven.

All things in heaven and earth recognize his identity and are willing to respect him as the Lord.

Dao is supreme, the just creator, the founding god of everything, and the aggregate of all wills. As the heir recognized by the Dao, Si Qingyan's status is higher than that of Heaven and will be treated well by all worlds.

Cangya is the top world, but it is also just one of the billions of worlds under the Great Dao. The Dao sequence is already the highest status in the entire Dao Heng universe besides Dao.

"I'm very happy to see Your Highness. Dao Dao has not given up on this world that has been riddled with corrosion. After all, there is a glimmer of hope in Cangya."

"I will do my best." Si Qingyan said solemnly.

"Senior, I have a junior brother who is also a direct descendant of the Dao Palace. He is also a dragon. He was once a green dragon, but now it has turned black due to the erosion of the underworld butterfly."

"It is very difficult for the dragon clan to reproduce pure-blood descendants. If I am right, that little dragon should be my child." Qinglong said after thinking.

"Senior, are you his mother?" Si Qingyan asked.

"No," Qinglong paused, seeming to be in a complicated mood. After calming down for a while, he spoke,

"I'm his father."

"The dragons are few in number and don't like to live together. Occasionally, they meet those of different genders and get along for a while. If they are lucky, they become short-term partners. After the dragon eggs are laid, they will be divided equally. There is only half a chance that the eggs will hatch. There were three of them. I only got one egg. I have forgotten what his mother looked like. I only remember that she was a beautiful, powerful and greedy black dragon."

"She will not stop because of me, and I will not give up my free life because of her."

"I use my body to suppress evil, and Heaven owes me a great favor. I sent the dragon egg away, and later I saw the projection of Heaven. The dragon egg hatched, and was picked up by the young palace master of the Dao Palace and raised fat. "

"I didn't expect that boy to grow up and look like his mother."

"Senior, do you want to meet him?"

"No need, I am satisfied knowing that he is still alive."

Qinglong was a little sad. He couldn't last long. Rather than letting his son see that he was dying, it would be better not to see him, which would only increase the sadness.

"I have lived too long, and everything has become boring. I will soon find eternal rest, but the existence of the blood plague makes me uneasy."

"The Flower God Sword and I can suppress the blood plague. Once I die, the blood plague will immediately corrode the Flower God Sword."

Following Qinglong's words, the space in the dragon's belly lit up.

It was an endless sea of ​​blood, sealed by silver light, with bursts of blood smoke rising from time to time, evaporating into nothingness. The sea of ​​​​blood is not willing to be wiped out, and is attacking the silver light blockade all the time, trying to get out of it.

"The Flower God Sword can purify it. I can only trap it and prevent its ability from taking effect."

"It turned out that the entire space was a sea of ​​blood, but now only one tenth is left. I thought I could purify it before I died, but now it seems that I can't."

[Blood Plague: Doomsday-Second Level. The original virus contaminates all objects containing vitality. It will expand rapidly after breaking through the blockade. It ignores any spells and is restrained by very few special items. Those who are contaminated by the blood plague and do not die will become a second-generation source of infection. They eat blood and have immortality properties. 】

[Evaluation: erosion, pollution, killing, chaos, death. 】

"What about the first level?"

[Underworld butterfly is the first level]

"Can Underworld Butterfly overcome the blood plague?"

[The host tries it on his own, this behavior is highly dangerous]

Now Si Qingyan probably understands the reason why the blood in Lian Yunhai will appear in the future. Qinglong died, and there might have been something wrong with the Flower God Sword, causing the blood plague to escape.

"Senior, can you get some out for me?"

"Your Highness, you have to be careful."

Qinglong did not refuse Si Qingyan's request. Perhaps he also wanted to see how virtuous and capable Si Qingyan was before he could become one of the heirs recognized by Dao Dao.

A small ball of floating blood-colored liquid moved from inside the silver light to outside the silver light. It seemed that there was some kind of life form hidden inside, trying to break through the blockade of blood. In fact, no matter how it deformed, every part was filled with blood plague virus. When decomposed, there is not much difference in form from water vapor.

It exudes an unpleasant stench and seems to contain all negative things.

Decay, chaos, killing, and death mixed into an annoying smell.

"In my space, it cannot move." Qinglong spoke with a touch of arrogance.

As the top race in the world, he has the ability to be proud.

"Thank you, senior."

A red butterfly flew out of Si Qingyan's palm, as red as blood, deeper than the blood plague.

"Your Highness, your ability is very similar to the Mingdie I have seen before."

Qinglong looked at the red butterfly carefully. Even the lines and patterns were the same as those of the underworld butterfly.

"The colors are different, but everything else is roughly the same." Si Qingyan replied.

After the Undead Demon Flame turned into a red butterfly, its practical ability was greatly improved, and its original unique ability to devour evil became weaker. If it exceeds its tolerance, the Undead Demon Flame will be eroded in reverse. In short, letting the Undead Demon Flame devour the Dark Butterfly is a mixed blessing.

Now it depends on whether the Dark Butterfly, as the first level, can cope with the blood plague of the second level.

The red butterfly flew towards the blood-colored liquid, and the two crossed each other.

At that moment, there was no contact between them.

The power of the doomsday will not fight each other?

The red butterfly turned into a blood flame again, which is the form of the Undead Demon Flame.

The blood flame ignited the blood plague, and at the same time it was also consumed.

It was about a one-to-two ratio.

The blood-colored liquid was burned out, and Qinglong was about to admire it, but saw Si Qingyan stretched out his hand.

On the pale palm, a blood line spread from the fingertips.

[Hint: You are being eroded by the blood plague]

[Hint: Burning the Bodhi leaf can remove this state]

As the system said, Si Qingyan lit the Bodhi leaf sent by the little monk, and the dark green light flew into Si Qingyan's palm, purifying the blood line, leaving no ashes.

The immortal demon flame has been temporarily saturated since it devoured the dark butterfly. There is no way to devour the second doomsday.

Perhaps the dark butterfly can kill other forms of doomsday, but there is no good solution for the virus-like doomsday of the blood plague. The two are similar in nature, and the dark butterfly cannot restrain the blood plague.

Bodhi leaves can purify the blood plague, so can we call the little monk to help purify the remaining blood sea here before Qinglong dies?

Even if Qinglong said that there is only one-tenth of the original one left, there is still a very large area, more than one thousand cubic meters. It is hard to imagine how much damage these blood waters will cause after gushing out of the lotus cloud sea.

"Are there more leaves like this?" Qinglong asked.

Even if this Dao sequence is very strong, there is no way to eliminate the blood plague, a disgusting thing that causes headaches. Qinglong had already prepared himself mentally, but he was still disappointed when he saw the result.

He could barely swallow the blood plague in his prime, and his son was stupid and dumb, and even the Xuanyuan Divine Crystal could not penetrate it, and he could not replace himself to guard the blood plague.

Could it be that Cangya's luck has really run out and there is no hope for life?

"I don't know if it will succeed. I will go to discuss with the Bodhi tree." Si Qingyan saw the sadness in Qinglong's eyes. A red butterfly flew out from a hidden place in Xizhou where the Buddhist sect is located.

"Okay. My life span... is at most one year and seven months. If it weren't for the Xuanyuan Divine Crystal, my body wouldn't have been preserved for so long. Your Highness can collect all the Xuanyuan Divine Crystals before I die."

"In order to suppress the blood plague, I deliberately chose the spring where the Xuanyuan Divine Crystal is located. Dragon bodies love water. On the day I died, it rained heavily and turned this place into a big swamp. I absorbed all the power of the Xuanyuan Divine Crystal. The accompanying divine medicine Yinyuan Lotus has conflicting properties and has grown thousands of times. The aquatic creatures in the lake have also grown a lot under the influence of the medicine."

"In the early years, the lotus here was a good medicine for purifying the body. Now it is just an ordinary water plant. Apart from purifying water quality and being huge in size, there is nothing magical about it."

While waiting, Qinglong and Si Qingyan talked about the origin of the Lotus Cloud Sea.

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Xizhou, Buddha Land.

The last time Si Qingyan came, he released some red butterflies, which spread very secretly and did not attack the Buddhists. Buddhist disciples have very sharp perceptions, and they may be able to find some abnormalities, causing trouble for Si Qingyan.

Now a red butterfly quietly passed through the barrier and flew towards the Bodhi tree that was tens of thousands of feet high.

"Little monk, there is something important to discuss."

"Mr. Si?"

The little monk who was sleeping on the branch heard the voice and rubbed his eyes, his eyes were hazy.

"Mr. Si, you burned my leaves. Are you in trouble? Can you use me?"

"Yes, notify your elders and find a more secluded place to discuss matters."

"Okay."

The little monk jumped down from the tree and became the size of a palm. A leaf broke away from the tree, carrying the little monk, and flew to the ground leisurely, turning into a five or six-year-old human child again.

The little monk jumped into the Buddhist temple, and soon, the old monk came out again.

"Dear guest, please enter the Zen room."

"This is the quiet room where the Buddha realized Zen, and outsiders cannot explore it." Master Kongjian pointed above.

"We Buddhists have never had any disciples worship in the Heavenly Palace." Master Kongjian smiled as if they understood each other.

Even if some holy places with a long history do not know the "Heavenly Secret Jade Book", they can detect the truth from the subtle differences. But sacrificing a talented disciple in exchange for some benefits and not breaking up with the one in the Heavenly Palace is worth it.

In fact, sword families like the Si family are far inferior to the Buddhists in terms of background and secrets. How do we know which family the disciples of the Buddhists have been to in their reincarnation?

Too few people know about the scam carefully fabricated by Yi Changsheng, and even if they know, they dare not show it.

"I saw that little friend Si had a strong luck and merits, and he did not look like a face that would die young, so I did not stop little friend Si from going to the Heavenly Palace. Now it seems that I was right."

"Senior, there is something that little friend Subhuti can help you with now."

Si Qingyan told Master Kongjian in detail about the blood plague, the Azure Dragon, and the Flower God Sword.

"Yi Ye, what do you think?" Master Kongjian asked the little monk.

"I want to go." The young monk Yiye nodded solemnly.

"This requires Yiye's real body to go, Liuli, you escort Yiye to the Lotus Cloud Sea."

"Yes." Jing Liuli said gently and respectfully.

"Yiye, do you know how dangerous this trip is?"

"Master, I'm not afraid." The little monk raised his head, and when he smiled, his eyes curved into crescent moons. He also clenched his fist and made a gesture that showed me that I was very powerful.

"When you come back, Master will make vegetarian meals and white jade meatballs for you." Master Kongjian rubbed the little monk's head.

"Master, you can't touch my head all the time. I won't grow taller."

The little monk lowered his head, and his soft chin formed two layers, looking very cute.

"It's tens of thousands of feet, how much higher should it be?" Master Kongjian smiled.

The Bodhi tree that has been rooted in Xizhou for countless years was uprooted and placed in a glass ball.

In the place where it originally grew, Master Kong Jian put a few bay leaves into it to recreate the Bodhi tree's original glory.

"Yiye, master, don't let other trees occupy your hole."

"Master is so kind."

The little monk hugged Master Kong Jian's legs.

Jing Liuli and the young monk visited several famous scenic spots in the name of traveling and arrived at the Sea of ​​Lotus Clouds.

On the surface, it was a retreat, but in fact, Jing Liuli and the young monk Yiye had entered Qinglong's space through the crack under the sea of ​​​​Lian Yun.

"Such spiritual roots can indeed purify blood plague."

"Little guy, I don't have any soil for you to take root here, and there's no sunlight, so you're going to suffer a lot."

Qinglong looked at the bodhi tree with gentle eyes.

"Uncle Long, you are not afraid of the dark, and neither am I."

The space of Qinglong is large enough to put down a bodhi tree.

Si Qingyan got soil from outside, introduced water from the Lotus Cloud Sea, and created an isolated island where only bodhi trees could grow.

"This is much better, Sir, thank you."

The young monk put his hands together and bowed to Si Qingyan.

"Young Master, we will discuss with you next time when we have the opportunity. I see that you are not your true self, so I will not fight you this time." Jing Liuli smiled lightly and said warmly:

"I will chant sutras here and accompany Yiye."

"Whether the purification can be completed or not, before I die, His Highness will take these two children away." In Qinglong's eyes, the Bodhi tree is still a child even if it has grown for tens of thousands of years. Even though Joruri is the reincarnation of Buddha, he is still a child.

"Senior Long, I will arrive in time."

"My name is Ao Xiao." Qinglong said.

"My junior brother's name is Ao Wu, and his nickname is Pangpang."

"This child..." Qinglong smiled, hiding the sadness in his eyes.

It’s not that I don’t want to see him, it’s that he’s afraid that after seeing his child, he still won’t be able to let go of him before he dies. After seeing her once, she wants to see her again several times, and even wants to be with her child for a long time. When the time comes to die, if she is reluctant to die, it is a disaster.

"Please, Your Highness, take more care of him."

"I will." Si Qingyan solemnly promised.

Both senior Ao Xiao and Ao Wu deserve respect. They have given so much to this world, and all of this is not remembered by the world and has been hidden in the long river of history. It is precisely because there are many existences like them in Cangya that Cangya has existed as a top-level world for countless years and has never been destroyed by a powerful enemy. This time, neither can.

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