The eyes were all black earth, but it was covered with dark red blood, revealing strange colors.

There are no mountains, no water, no sun, moon, no clouds, so there is no faint light that can be scattered from the high place, shining out broken arms and limbs, rotting corpses, dyeing them 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 and seems to be shrouding something.

After watching for a while, Meng Qi used the step of treading the airflow and gave birth to clouds, flying against the ground towards the place where the black air swayed.

This place is strange, he dared not fly fast, for fear that there would be something terrible hidden in the air.

During the flight, the smell of blood and stench was thrilling, making Meng Qi feel that he had entered an ancient battlefield, but he had not restrained his corpse.

As we flew, many relatively complete corpses appeared in front of us, such as strange guys who were golden rooster-shaped not far away.

It was wearing a patchwork robe, with no hair on its head, and many parts of its face and body rotting. It was visible in its deep bones, leaving yellow pus, which was particularly nauseous. It was holding something in its hand, but its left leg was covered in blood and flesh, and seemed to be directly torn, and then stuffed to its mouth, maintaining a chewing posture.

"How could I tear off my legs..." Meng Qi climbed up slightly, intending to go around.

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

Suddenly, the corpse jumped up suddenly, waved its rotten left leg in its hand, and hit Meng Qi from afar!

The deathly aura was so strong that the left leg suddenly became bigger. Before she could touch her body, Meng Qi felt that her skin began to rot.

His body was covered with light gold, making an inexplicable noise. His right hand "The Wound of the Sky" drew a beautiful arc and cut it down, giving people the feeling of white clouds and dogs and impermanence. It was one of the techniques of the Yuxu Qingyuan Sword Technique.

Pup puff puff, the knife light dispersed, and it was like white clouds filling the spot, making dull sounds, but it cut the zombies into fleshless white bones from beginning to end!

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

As the sound of clamor spread, corpses swayed and stood up not far away. They were either missing arms, or missing internal organs, or without heads, in short, none of them were complete!

Meng Qi frowned, opened his acupoints, and his whole body shone with light, as if a red sun was casting into the distance.

The long sword interprets the sunshine, the light spreads like water, scorching. The high temperature, sacred, brilliant, and everything is enough to eliminate all darkness!

Any corpse engulfed by the sunlight quickly evaporated, and the vicinity was empty, with only the flowing light transformed by the red sun breaking through the sky and rushing towards a place where the black air lingered.

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The eight words "Friendship, righteousness, kindness, kindness, and benevolence. Don't enter this door" contain a deep Zen meaning, shining with a glossy luster, and are imprinted on the stone wall. It gives people the feeling of being as pure as Bodhi and as strong as Vajra.

"Do you know who wrote these eight words?" Wang Siyuan was not nervous, worried and nervous about being in the dense Shaolin area at all. Instead, he seemed to be back at home, leisurely and asking the people beside him.

Next to him was a guy wearing a black cloak. His voice was not mature and he was extremely low, as if he was afraid that the monk who was 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 others, one with gray hair, wrinkles, a horse's face and a high nose, and a breath with the dust accumulated by time.

His eyes were closed and he didn't say a word. Even if Wang Siyuan faced him, he seemed less free and could do everything in his heart.

The other one, with black hair, straight back, wide robe and big sleeves, dressed in a medieval style, and his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Wang Siyuan, but they were clear and masculine.

Hearing the answer, Wang Siyuan chuckled: "This place is the secret path on the back mountain of Shaolin. These eight words contain the compassion of the Bodhisattva. After thousands of years of immortality, it is naturally written by the Shaolin ancestor Bodhidharma."

"Bharma..." The person wearing a black cloak was a little surprised, and he didn't expect that he was a legendary figure who had been transformed into a long time.

His voice was thick and he was a distinct male voice.

Wang Siyuan gently stroked these eight words in his right hand in his deepest hand: "Bodhidharma has attained the Dharma body of Kashyapa, and hopes that the Buddha will not succeed in his entire life, but he has already obtained the Bodhisattva fruit at the time of his life, and is one of the strongest people in the devil and Buddha's troubled times. The warning he left behind is still as vajra as a Vajra after more than a thousand years of age, and seals this door. There is no special way, even if the Dharma-heavy person cannot open it."

The glazed light on the eight words is turned, and the Zen meaning is timeless, as if confirming what Wang Siyuan said.

If Meng Qi was here, he would be particularly surprised, because the eight words he had seen were ordinary and had no power at all, and seemed to have been washed away by time!

The man in the cloak inevitably felt curious: "What is behind the door?"

Wang Siyuan smiled without saying a word, turned to look at the mountain wall next to him, and recited the above proverb:

"If you do not enter the world, go through the sea of ​​suffering, and follow the precepts, how can you know the true meaning of the clear rules, how can you see through the illusion of worldly affairs, see your own Buddha nature, and realize the true emptiness and wonderful existence?"

"Ananda is worthy of being one of the two great venerables of the Buddha. He took another path and had a deep Buddha nature..." He exclaimed, "But this road is extremely difficult and dangerous. If you are confused, it will flood and become uncontrollable, and you will sink forever, and you will not be able to transcend the cycle of reincarnation for a lifetime."

He seemed to have some ideas, but the man in the cloak seemed to have not heard of it. Instead, he looked at the pattern next to the proverb. They were monks waving the ring knife, with different movements. They wrote and annotated the difficulty of the mind and moves in small characters of fly heads. At the end, there was a line of comments:

"I am a different path from Venerable Ananda. I have not realized the true meaning of the sword technique of breaking the precepts and breaking the precepts, and I have only passed on it once, and it will no longer exist. Therefore, I feel deeply saddened and keep the secret book here. If Shaolin is not here and the person with a destiny comes here, I hope to express my true meaning and return to the original and return to the beginning. Bodhidharma."

"Ananda's sword technique..." The cloaked man seemed to have become hot, "Is this sword technique he practiced?"

"You are different from him. If you practice this sword technique, you will sink instantly and you will not be able to be purified." Wang Siyuan coughed twice, "When Bodhidharma was alive, this place was not a secret, but after his Nirvana, the whole Shaolin seemed to have forgotten this place."

The man in the cape retracted his gaze: "What do you want to do? What can I do?"

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

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

These are a pair of eyes that make people's scalp tingling, with only the whites of their eyes and no pupils!

The man in a black cloak took a step back. He seemed to be frightened.

The old man smiled and said, "You can see the past and look at the future, so you can't see the present."

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

Wang Siyuan clenched his fist and pressed his lips down and breathed a sigh of relief: "You don't have to care about other things. Use the exercises first and try to push the door."

"Me?" The man in the cloak was startled, then calmed down and whispered. "I hope you can keep your promise after this."

He suddenly lifted his cloak, revealing his face, his facial features were ordinary, but his temperament was deep, and there was a little brain left, as if it was the "Duan Rui" that Meng Qi tried his best to find!

A young man who was schizophrenia who was unable to practice the "Yi Jin Jing" and was schizophrenia and was a man and a demon!

Suddenly, his eyes became dark and his expression was particularly distorted. His aura changed instantly, and his evil spirit was very strange. There was a faint strange black air in his palms.

His palms fell on the stone gate, and the black air penetrated silently.

At this time, the tortoise shell shines brightly, and the black and white dots are constantly rotating, interpreting many hexagrams, and then throwing into the black air!

The eight words "Love, righteousness, kindness, kindness, benevolence, don't enter this door" have no change at all, and they are still glossy, but the door slowly opens!

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The red sun flew over the sky. The flight was extremely fast. Meng Qi got rid of the many dead bodies on the black plain and approached the lingering black gas.

The black air covers the Buddha temples that are vaguely visible, with pools of merit, seven treasures such as gold, silver, glass, and agate, swaying Bodhi trees, and mountains at the core, but they are in a state of destruction, or withering and rotting, only the gurgling water still whispers, slightly blood-brown.

When he arrived here, Meng Qi felt that the laws of heaven and earth were slightly different from the surroundings, just like the breath of the Jiuyou core that he encountered in Wuyou Valley.

Here, the essence of heaven and earth is in a semi-dead state, with colorful glass at the bottom, and black sieve pressed on it, while the law is difficult and changes endlessly. The mysterious skill and the great sun true fire are sometimes suppressed and sometimes blessed, and the same is true for purple lightning and lightning and golden merits, while others are completely weakened.

Last time, I could become a ghost and adapt to the principles of law, but this time Meng Qi didn't know what to become to ignore the influence. After all, he had not even finished learning nine changes.

The light gold rose up, resisting the black air, Meng Qi carefully stepped into this destroyed Buddhist Zen forest.

Suddenly, a half-corrosive crystal under the withered Bodhi reflected a figure. She was as white as snow, with ethereal and pure, with a delicate appearance, and a smile.

"Gu Xiaosang..." Meng Qi was startled and was on guard all around, but the surroundings were empty and there were no enemies.

At this moment, a hoarse voice came from his ears: "Do you really want to defeat her, catch her, ravage her, and let her understand the consequences of using you and playing with you?"

"Who?" Meng Qi was even more surprised. For Gu Xiaosang, besides being wary of being hostile, it would definitely be false if he had never had similar dark thoughts, but this was just an occasional thought and would not take action at all.

At this time, the darkness in my heart was revealed by people. Meng Qi was inevitably shocked and became more and more vigilant.

After sensing the surroundings, Meng Qi still failed to find a figure.

A bodhi leaf fell, attracting Meng Qi's sight. The patterns on it seemed to be Jiang Zhiwei's face!

At this moment, the hoarse voice sounded again: "Do you hate her very much? Why did you see me and I am not me? Why did you love the Seven-foot Sword in your life?"

"No!" Meng Qi blurted out.

The ghosts in the human heart often have dark thoughts, but they are like the thin snow in the sun, fleeting, but now they are seen through this darkness and revealing the secret. Naturally, he is unable to calm down for a moment, and even feels like he cannot face Jiang Zhiwei!

The Bodhi leaves fell into the deep grass, and a half-decayed golden lotus slowly bloomed, and there seemed to be Ruan Yushu, Qi Zhengyan and Zhao Heng's appearances.

"Do you think they are dragging their legs and want to kick them away?" The hoarse voice erupted again.

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

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

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

This is a twisted face, as if crazy and as if it were black.

Meng Qi was extremely terrified and a storm broke out in his heart!

I?

How is that possible!

When did I get invaded by evil spirits?

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

"He"'s voice becomes lower, like reciting scriptures:

"Human hearts are dark and their natures are evil. Once you enter this door, you will see yourself. The feelings and friendship will no longer exist, and kindness will not exist!" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel will be updated and faster!
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