Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan remained silent for a long time, waved his hand and turned around.

Qian Yongzheng's lips bent slightly, the scarlet glanced at him, and prayed deeply: "I will spread the gospel, and the mercy of my king will surely spread throughout the magic and be known to all the people of the magic. They will be your most loyal and fanatical warriors. ”

Then he stood up satisfied and walked down the hill.

Li Qingshan, with his head high, stared deeply, deeply at the black day set in Phnom Penh, overlapping his dark eyes.

Finally, he's all that's left.

Like a bitter monk, he sat on a rock at the top of the mountain and fell into permanent meditation.

In the blink of an eye, the wind and clouds change, the white clouds and the blue dogs.

Ho Hao Tang Tang, infinite spirituality of heaven and earth, toward this plateau, this lonely peak, this man, come together.

Qian Yongzhi had just walked down the plateau and turned back suddenly. He saw a flesh-eyed long river of spiritual light forming in the sky. The auroral light was overflowing with five lights and ten colors. He sincerely exclaimed: “What a magnificent sight! ”

Tens of thousands of miles away, the demons can clearly see that they are intoxicated by the beauty they have never seen before.

The waves and fluctuations in the river were his ups and downs. It stirred up a turbine from time to time, and that was his turbulent thinking.

“Is it worth it? ”

With his enlightenment of the laws of the magic domain, he clearly foresaw the future and saw how his statue came out of stone, affixed with gold foil and sent to the golden hall of splendor. I also see people devout, fanatical, beneath the statue of God, full of pain and hope.

“Yet all I can give them is destruction! ”

From the beginning to the end, he wanted to go his own way, so he was reluctant to connect too deeply with others.

Hate and hostility are a shackle, but those horrible enemies will stir up his fighting spirit, free him from the pleasures of comfort and well-being, bravely advance, kill decisively, brutally destroy all obstacles, step on the enemy's corpse and laugh happily.

The hardest thing to cope with is the tenderness. Those who are wholeheartedly committed to his good, those who are willing to do everything for him.

Therefore, he did not want to live on his own with the “Savior”, swallowed the "Heart of the Dark Day Demon”, and was slaughtered hundreds of millions of times by General Thunder in nine days. That was the path he chose, and no one needed to thank him or repay him.

If this is truly a ritual of sacrifice, then he doesn't mind making an arrogant sacrifice.

“I don't want to see the cold stars, I recommend them in my blood. ”

However, this war cannot be won without evoking all the demons. Instead, the two worlds will be plunged into great chaos as a result of their constant convergence.

From the moment he took this step, it wasn't just about him. He was the head of all sins, the source of all evil - I am the demons!

He deeply deepened his heart into the magic. Billions of trillion demons deposited hundreds of millions of loads of bitter resentment like the abyss. He did not desire redemption, but vengeance. It doesn't even matter who you avenge, just drink blood and soul.

“Burn to death is better than die! ”

Li Qingshan's voice rang, coldly and resolutely, echoing among the mountains.

Qian Jungzhi owes a courtesy: “You are the will, and that is my destiny. ”

……

Trees for loneliness.

A clear breeze blows through the Bodhi tree, and thousands of leaves echo together, with a metallic sound, to form a wonderful song.

Today's tone, however, is different from the day of the week, with a little less Zen and a few more points.

The Buddha is supporting God with his hands and his eyes closed. He hears his eyes open and his hands are closed. He owes his respects. "Teacher, it's been a long time since I've seen you. Don't come unharmed. Don't you have to lecture on Alchemy today? ”

If anyone heard this phrase, they would be surprised, who could be called a teacher by the Buddha.

Only the visitor was a Daoist, with white hair and pale, but a red and moist child's face, and the crane floated with smoke gas. At first glance, it is no different from the usual old ways.

Yet this old way is the ancestor of Taoism, the Master of the Immortals - the Great King.

Contrary to Buddha Guangshi Buddha and Pudu's life, he has been enlightening the Mixed Doudou fruit in Dori Heavenly Palace for many years. He has never participated in the world except occasionally refining several furnaces of Dan medicine for the Emperor and explaining the Mixed Doudou fruit to the fairies. The last time I saw the Buddha was tens of thousands of years ago.

Knowing that he was rejecting the title “teacher”, the other party would still insist and bear it frankly. He entered the country with his hands together and gave a gift, saying:

“When the Emperor saw the birth of the demon star, the great robbery opened, and he was banqueting the people, discussing the demons, and ordered me to visit the world. ”

The Buddha, slightly turning his head, also accepted the call of "worldly dignity” and smiled: “Your Majesty, I think he is very happy! ”

“I was so happy, I took that bear skin out again and walked around the palace all day, but I lost the sword between my waist.” The king shook his head and grinned. As for the whereabouts of the sword, he naturally knew it.

The Buddha exclaimed in surprise: "You can't be the one with the deer! ”

Tai Zheng nodded with a bandaged face: “I specifically raised a gossip. It's really that one. ”

The two laughed together and shook a tree of bodhi leaves.

“That's a real pain in the ass. ”

“His Majesty has always felt that the first two holocausts were unsuccessful and blamed you for ruining his good deeds. So I'm sending you a saying:" It's hard to disobey God's will, again and again, again and again, again and again. "”

“It was obviously the teacher's idea. ”

“If you don't, I won't either. ”

“There is nothing I can do about it, and I am deeply responsible for it. But rest assured, Your Majesty, that this time I will no longer have branches. ”

With their realm, no trace of memories becomes indifferent over time. Every time I think back, I feel the same way. The emotions felt there are millions of times more common people. They can understand compassion for the ignorance and despicability of the world, but the world cannot understand their wisdom and mercy.

Of course, the Emperor is good, the Buddha is good, and he has the ability to do whatever he can. The pride of using "heaven and earth as chessboards and all beings as chess pieces” is nothing more than the delusion that mortals “emperors bear gold.”

“After all, the Emperor is the heir of the Volkswagen family! Hyperdragon has no regrets. ”

Tai Lao Jun stood by his hand and did not know what he remembered. Between the trances, his figure seemed to become immensely tall, bordered by the heavens, and he overrode the avenue, overlooking everything from an untouchable height. Blink again, and at the same time it is only seven feet of body, an old way full of smoke.

Extremely ordinary and great, very weak and very strong, doing nothing and doing everything, two diametrically opposite boundaries and feelings, perfectly united on him.

The Buddha praised: "The teacher went further! If the teacher does not come to see me, I will also go to see the teacher and be taught another lesson. ”

“The path is endless, subtle and difficult to name. Unfortunately, you're only interested in the world, and you can't see what I see. Wisdom is ultimately a means to you. If you could move your gaze away from all beings and watch the world with me, you would have gained far more wisdom than that.” Too old to regret it.

“With the wisdom of the teacher, nature does not want to confine itself to the world of dust. But we are also one of the creatures, lotus peanuts are made of sludge. The world is meaningless without creation. As long as you and I can still understand the suffering of all beings, there is no escape. ”

“I could never argue with you. ”

“The righteous do not argue, and the defenders do not. Words are not beautiful, words are not good. It's not good or beautiful, just like me. ”

By implication, there are differences that cannot be reconciled over millions of years.

Between words, the process of heaven and earth robbery is moving forward.