As far as the eye can see, it is all black earth, but it is covered with dark red blood, revealing a strange color.
?There are no mountains, no water, no sun, moon, or clouds here, only a faint gleam of light sprinkles from high places, illuminating broken arms, stumps, and rotting corpses, staining them with a touch of bright red.
The entire plain is endless, the only thing special is the black air lingering in the distance, it is difficult to penetrate the line of sight, as if it is covering something.
After watching for a while, Meng Qi performed somersault steps, stepping on the airflow with his feet, forming clouds, and flying close to the ground to the place surrounded by black air.
It was weird here, he didn't dare to fly fast, for fear of something terrible hiding in the air.
During the flight, the smell of blood and stench permeated Meng Qi's nostrils, making Meng Qi feel that he had entered an ancient battlefield, or a battlefield where the bones had not been restrained.
As they flew, many relatively complete corpses appeared in front of them, such as the strange guy in the shape of a golden rooster not far away.
It was wearing patchwork clothes, with no hair on the top of its head. There were many places of rot on its face and body. The bones were deeply visible, and yellow pus remained. It was extremely disgusting. It was holding something in its hand, but it was its left leg. It seemed to be torn off directly, and then stuffed into his mouth, maintaining a gnawing posture.
"How could you tear off your own leg" Meng Qi climbed up slightly, intending to go around.
At the same time, his spirit spread over, sensing the subtleties, trying to find out the secret of this place.
Suddenly, the corpse jumped up violently, waved its rotten left leg, and slammed at Meng Qi from a distance!
Feeling lifeless, his left leg suddenly grew bigger, and Meng Qi felt like his skin was beginning to rot even before he touched his body.
His body was glowing with pale gold, and he made an inexplicable whistling sound, and his right hand "Heaven's Injury" cut down in a beautiful arc, doing his best to change things, giving people the feeling of white clouds and dogs, changing and changing, exactly One of the styles of Yuxu Qingyuan sword technique.
Puff puff puff, the light of the knife spread out, and there were white clouds filling the place, making dull noises continuously, but it cut the zombie into fleshless bones from the beginning to the end!
Crash, the white bones collapsed, decayed rapidly, and turned into bloody mud.
With the sound of clattering, corpses not far away staggered and stood up. They were either missing arms, internal organs, or heads, and none of them were complete!
Meng Qi frowned, his acupoints were opened, and his whole body was radiant, like a red sun, cast into the distance.
The long sword interprets the sun, the light spreads like water, scorching, high temperature, sacred, brilliant, nothing less than, except all darkness!
All the corpses engulfed by the sun quickly gasified, and the surrounding area was empty, only the streamer of the red sun pierced the sky, rushing to the place surrounded by black air.
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The eight characters "love, kindness, and benevolence, don't enter this door" contain deep Zen meaning, glowing with glass luster, imprinted on the stone wall, giving people a feeling of purity like Bodhi and firmness like diamond.
"Do you know who wrote these eight characters?" Wang Siyuan did not have the slightest nervousness, worry and apprehension of being in the dense land of Shaolin.
Beside him was a guy in a black cloak, his voice was not mature, and his voice was extremely low, as if he was afraid that the eminent monk guarding the fork would find out:
"I don't know."
In addition to Wang Siyuan and the guy in the black cloak, there were two other people, a white-haired, wrinkled man with a horse face and a high nose, and his breath carried the dust accumulated over the years.
He closed his eyes tightly and didn't say a word. Even when Wang Siyuan faced him, he didn't seem to be so swaying, and everything was under control.
The other has black hair like black ink, a straight back, a wide robe with big sleeves, and a medieval dress. His eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Wang Siyuan, but with sharp edges and corners, masculine and mature.
Hearing the answer, Wang Siyuan chuckled lightly: "This place is the secret path of the back mountain of Shaolin. These eight characters also contain the meaning of Bodhisattva's compassion. They have been immortal for thousands of years. Naturally, they are written by Shaolin Patriarch Bodhidharma."
"Dharma" The man in the black cloak was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect to be a legendary figure who had been sitting for many years.
His voice is thick and distinctly male.
Deep in his right hand, Wang Siyuan stroked these eight characters lightly: "Dharma attained Kasyapa Dharmakaya and hoped for the Buddha. Although he did not succeed in his whole life, he had already attained the Bodhisattva status during his lifetime. One of the most powerful people in the world, even if the warning he left behind has been eroded by the years, it will still be as strong as a diamond after thousands of years, sealing this door, there is no special method, even a high-ranking person cannot open it."
?The glazed light turns on the eight characters, and the meaning of Zen is eternal, as if confirming what Wang Siyuan said.
If Meng Qi was here, he would be very surprised, because the eight characters he had seen were ordinary, without the slightest power contained in them, it seemednbsp; At this time, a hoarse voice came from his ear: "Do you really want to defeat her, catch her, ravage her, and let her understand 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 if he said he had no similar dark thoughts, but this was just an occasional thought, and he would never put it into action.
At this time, Meng Qi was shocked and became more and more vigilant when his heart was darkened by humanity.
Sensing the surroundings, Meng Qi still couldn't find anyone.
A bodhi leaf fell and attracted Meng Qi's attention. The lines on it seemed to be Jiang Zhiwei's face!
At this moment, the hoarse voice sounded again: "Do you hate her very much, why do I see that I am not me, why do I only love Qichijian all my life?"
"No!" Meng Qi blurted out.
People's hearts are ghosts, and they often have dark thoughts, but like thin snow in the sun, they are fleeting, but now that this kind of darkness is peeped out, and the secret is revealed, he is naturally in a state of mind for a while, and even feels unable to face Jiang Zhiwei. a feeling of!
The bodhi leaf fell into the deep grass, and a half-damaged golden lotus slowly bloomed, and Ruan Yushu, Qi Zhengyan, and Zhao Heng seemed to emerge inside.
"Do you feel that they are holding back and wish to kick them away?" The hoarse voice reappeared.
Meng Qi took a deep breath and said loudly, "No! Who are you?"
"Turn around, and you will know who I am." Hoarse voices came from all directions.
Meng Qi turned around abruptly, only to see the gurgling stream, and his face was reflected in the stream.
This is a distorted face, like crazy, with dark eyes.
Meng Qi was so horrified that his heart set off a stormy sea!
I?
How can it be!
When was I invaded by demons?
"I am you, you are me, what I say is naturally 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 and see yourself, you will lose your friendship and benevolence!" (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com