Legend of the Great Saint

Driven by the Big Bang Shockwave, Li Qingshan passed through the narrow rift valley in the Iron Siege Mountain. He was perfectly happy in front of him, but saw only one color - white.

It's not snow, it's not pale, it's not gray or white, it's purely literal —— white.

It fades away all colors, neither thick nor thin; it divides all the lights evenly, neither bright nor bleak.

Looking back, neither Iron Siege Mountain nor Yan Luo Wang. It's like entering another world, a completely different world from the first seventeen layers of hell.

White skies, white lands, mixed heavens and earth. Other than that, nothing.

Neither the Knife Mountain Oil Pot nor the Glacier Fire Sea can be seen, it's not like hell.

Li Qingshan couldn't help but exclaim: “It's fucking white! ”

The phrase just echoed in the heart, and at the moment of exit it was swallowed up by this infinite “white” dilution, with no sound coming out.

“Strange place! ”

Li Qingshan felt himself again and discovered another strange thing.

In the final Big Bang, which was completely out of control, Judge Lu's body was removed in advance, but the power of the bang was so fierce that his Numen should have been seriously hurt, and he did feel pain.

But after entering this white space, all the injuries disappeared, as if they had been diluted by this infinite white, and nothing felt.

Bang! He punched himself in the right face and still felt no pain.

Like a voice in your mouth, the power of this fist disappears at the moment of release.

Fixing is intact, and magic can be used, but it can't hurt itself at all. Though he didn't dare to try to die, it's not likely that even the "demon disintegrates” will work.

That means he can't even commit suicide here.

“Well! ”

Li Qingshan stroked his chin and sang, and he was about to get used to it. This Hell Road was already very strange, and the closer he got to the depths of Hell, the more obvious the inner laws became, and made everything even more wonderful.

However, while the law has emerged, it does not mean that it is easy to understand. Apple ripeness is obviously much easier to understand than any law of gravity.

Precisely because it faded away the appearance of reality, it became highly unpredictable and absurd.

The mystery of what he is now fixing cannot be fully understood.

“This white place, I don't know where the Fifth Five is." ”

He set his hands on the cold shed, looked around and turned into a divine light, rushing into the white sky. Yet with great vision, there is nothing but eternal white.

He's like a giant piece of white paper, a tiny little black dot.

According to his estimation, at this altitude, there is plenty of light and no cover, and the background is so “white” that at least 3,000 miles of scenery can be seen. And at the speed of his flight, in less than a few days, he can search all millions of miles.

But he suddenly thought of the short and long bridge of Nahe. Is that really a reliable judgment?

Because without any reference, he wasn't even sure how far he could see, a hundred miles or a hundred meters, maybe his line of sight was swallowed up by white dilution, and he couldn't reach far enough, like a headless fly crashing, but thought he was searching a lot.

He can perform spells at will, but they disappear at the moment of the attack. Unable to use it to determine the distance of view.

But is it really gone? Or because of this distance, he can't see anything and can't hear anything.

And he soon discovered that no matter how he performed the spell, there was no loss of power, even if he had never drawn any spiritual power, and there was no spiritual power available in the world.

Though no enemy is encountered, it is not excluded from this world. But in this pure and white world, he felt an unprecedented atmosphere of mystery.

He who has entered the way of the devil cannot help but tremble a little.

He just stayed in the sky for a while, and he gradually couldn't figure out which direction the earth was in, in all directions, up, down, left, right, white, exactly the same.

Years of flying around, he actually had a feeling that his heart was falling apart, lost its direction, not at the edge.

Luckily, however, there was still a division between the heavens and the earth, and he took the magic and fell back to the earth.

He intentionally fell directly from the sky onto the white earth, or was not slightly injured or even felt any impact.

It feels that the white earth is neither soft nor hard and cannot be described in words at all.

And it was very smooth, without any texture, and he lay on the ground, scratching it for a while, without even a grain of sand protruding or recessed, but not at all smooth.

Everything you're accustomed to, everything you feel, is pulled away, leaving an absolute blank.

He even misses the cold of the glacier, the heat of the flames, and the rage and joy in his heart.

He tried to make some markings on the white earth as a reference, but powerful enough to break the mountain flow, but he couldn't make even a trace of it.

Everything became impotent, impossible to try so hard.

“What the hell is this place? ”

……

Meanwhile, in the Dojo of the Tibetan King Bodhisattva - the Palace of the Underworld.

There is a cloud in the ancient language: “Invisible in sight, silent in hearing, known as the ghost. And those who are the hidden, so they are the people of understanding, not the people of the way. ”

On the tablet, left and right, it says: "Relax as the earth, quiet and deep as secret. ”

The King of Equality gave a gift and asked, "Why didn't Bodhisattva stop the man? ”

He doesn't think it was really Judge Lu who broke into the demons and accidentally broke into the 18th floor of hell.

A glimpse of the big white dog like a lion under the seat, the path of hell is infinite, but there is a "Diting Beast” in it, it is impossible not to grasp the movement of "the man”.

When the Spiritual Stone Monkey made a scene, it was also blocked by the Tibetan King Bodhisattva. Could it not stop a little ghost fairy?

The Tibetan King Bodhisattva slowly opened his eyes, his pale green face seemed to smile and not smile. His expression was unpredictable: “It is not immortal, it is not unclean, it does not increase or decrease. ”

Wang Qiang quickly realized: “With a ghost fairy from other districts, dare to enter the colorless realm, that's really self-pitching, but I worry too much. ”

If an ordinary monk were here, he would be stunned.

The Buddhist family named all three thousand worlds the "color realm” and wrapped the "desire realm” in it, while the top layer is the “color free realm”, which is called the “three realms”.

“Chromatic” and “lust” are not names for geographical areas.

By definition, the "realm of desire" is a collection of desires, owned by spirits in general and humankind in particular.

The "chromatic realm” is a collection of all hues, all matter. Naturally, the "colourless realm” transcends the supreme realm.

So most monks think that "colorless realm” doesn't really exist, it's just a description of the practice realm. Even entering the western world of euphoria is an opportunity to reach it through tireless training.

But who can imagine that the colourless world not only exists, but is also the true title of eighteen layers of hell.

A big stone fell in the heart of the king of equality, and he retired satisfactorily.

Entering the “colorless realm” of demons will experience a true “hell of a lot”, even if it flies 18,000 miles, it's just a spin in place. Even a hundred million years inside, you'll never see that six-eared kiwi.

Do not seek life, do not seek death. There's no time, there's no time, it's called "hell without time”.

As for the fall of the four judges, he had no heart at all. In the six rounds of the reincarnation of Sendo, if you become a judge, you can live forever, who doesn't want to. Hungry ghost fairies are more like wild dogs, anyway.

The only thing that could threaten them, these immortals, is "robbery in heaven and earth”.

After the King of Equality left, Di listened to the probe and asked: "Bodhisattva, will ‘that man' really be trapped in the colourless world forever? ”

Bodhisattva, king of Tibet, said only two words: "Goku. ”

Diting shuddered and seemed to recall a terrible memory: "Alas, you're all right, you just love to play dumb! I know, of course, that just by cultivating 'Four Zen Eight Certains' and breaking the true meaning of 'Sky is Color’, you can freely interact in the colourless realm. But he's just a ghost fairy, and he's still far away from purifying God! How could Goku? ”

The so-called Four Zen Eight Definition, or “Zen Definition," is the most important practice of the Buddha Gate.

Four or eight, exactly opposite the colourless realm, Zen in the colourless realm, defined in the colourless realm. It can also be divided into "four zens" and “four emptiness".

Four Zens are set in “Goku” and four emptiness in “Goku”.

The Book of Heart has a cloud: “Color is not different, sky is not different, color is empty, sky is color.” Describes a quadrilateral realm, with layers deep up to the highest realm.

On the big iceberg, Li Qingshan clearly realized that "each other's hearts and minds are born”, and reached the realm of "color is emptiness”, so that he would no longer be tortured in general, and he would be comfortable, which is “enlightenment".

Many high priests with great wisdom and perseverance can achieve this as long as they continue to practice.

And even after seven heavenly robberies to achieve the Rohan fruit title, it is not necessarily possible to go any further, understanding that "emptiness is color”.

The “Goku” difficulty, can be seen.

Tibetan King Bodhisattva laughed without saying a word.

……

“My name is Li Qingshan, I've noticed that I'm actually a character in the comics...”

On the unblemished white earth, Li Qingshan held his legs and muttered to himself, like a broken machine.

And all of a sudden he got angry: "But what about the background painting? Where's the dialog box?! This place is not even as good as comics!! ”

And his anger came fast, and he went fast, and his anger just went away, and he didn't know where he was going.

He also tried to fly around searching for the Fifth Five, but he knew it was no different than staying where he was. Distance from this concept only makes sense when there are references.

The process lasted almost three years, and there was no pause in the middle, and he was not tired, just getting tired anyway.

And time is also pointless, perhaps from entering the Iron Siege Mountain until now, just momentarily after that.

He misses the hell of the torture, which was intolerable in a short period of time, but the infinite extension of time turned into the worst torture.

He even raised self-doubt: "Can I get out of here? ”