Chapter 872: Loulan Deputy Town (4)
Boundless chaos.
The mutated Liang Yi Tian was like a pale eyeball, suspended in the chaos, emitting a dark white light, dyeing the nearby chaotic tides into a pale white.
In the eyes of Ling Huan and the twelve holy spirits, this is a lighthouse, a lighthouse that is infected with the will and rhyme of Tao of Emperor Tai Mi. From then on, it takes root in the lower world, guiding the ants of the lower world to rush to this pure and supreme light and heat.
Abandon unorthodox ways and follow the only true bright path in the world.
How great.
How just.
How tolerant.
Ling Huan and the twelve holy spirits were so moved by their own great deeds and noble behavior that they almost burst into tears - what they did was comparable to that of saints, they were simply perfect beings, and they were so glorious that words could not describe their greatness and loftiness.
Their own disciples perished here, but they did not seek revenge, they did not massacre Liang Yi Tian, nor did they completely destroy Liang Yi Tian. Instead, they gave the creatures of Liang Yi Tian a chance to pursue the righteous path...
This is simply repaying evil with kindness.
This is simply...
I’m sorry, Ling Huan and the twelve holy spirits haven’t read much, so they can’t find many suitable words to praise themselves.
Ling Chuan could only smile happily as if constipation had suddenly been relieved after ten years, and quietly admired the Yin-Yang Sky that was burning with light and heat. The twelve holy spirits held their hands in front of their chests as if they were holding flowers, and the three pairs of huge wings behind them emitted endless light and heat. They looked at Ling Chuan with pious faces, and waves of golden divine light emanated from their brows and eyes, filled with endless praise for Ling Chuan.
No one noticed.
Lu Yi didn't, Linghu Jun didn't, Linghu Wuyou, Commander Qingfeng, Ling Jun and others didn't, even Tianshu Laojun, who had the most unpredictable cultivation and the most powerful strength present, couldn't notice that after Liangyi Heaven was forcibly transformed, in just a dozen breaths, a figure quietly appeared at a distance of about one hundred Liangyi Heaven's 'diameters of the sky' from Liangyi Heaven.
He was wearing a thin, patched grey monk's robe, a pair of crude hemp shoes, and on his fingers hung a string of 108 bean-sized bone beads made from unknown bones. His figure was thin but upright.
At first glance, this is just an ordinary old monk in the secular world, practicing wild fox Zen in a small temple in a deserted mountain.
However, on the top of the old monk's head, a palm-sized piece of flesh and bone would occasionally glow, changing from the ordinary flesh color to the texture of clear glass.
It can be seen that in his mind, there is a bubble of colorful and gorgeous crystal liquid flowing.
The rolling liquid surface was like a sea, with a golden lotus floating on it, rising and falling with the rolling crystal liquid. On the small lotus platform in the middle of the lotus, a naked little monk, as white and tender as a three-year-old child, curled up and lay comfortably on the lotus platform, snoring heartily.
Countless extremely tiny golden characters were slowly rotating around the little monk. Occasionally, these golden characters turned into a hazy golden light, which pounced on the little monk and then turned into a golden cassock that wrapped around him.
With the sound of snoring, the golden cassock suddenly disintegrated and turned into countless tiny golden characters that swirled around the little monk.
As the golden characters continued to condense and disperse, the crystal liquid rolled up and down. In the colorful crystal liquid, the shadows of mountains and rivers were faintly visible. Between the mountains and rivers, countless ancient temples and Zen forests could be seen, and in them, the figures of countless monks and bhikkhus were flickering and moving.
"Buddha!" From a very long distance away, the old monk stood quietly in the chaos, his eyes looking through the infinite chaotic tides, quietly watching the Yin-Yang Heaven after the change.
After chanting a Buddhist name, the old monk suddenly sneered, his coldness as sharp as a knife, falling on Ling Yu's overly delicate and perfect face, as if it was hand-carved by a skilled hand: "Holy Spirit... Ha!"
"Heaven has its own way of life, so just wait and see."
The old monk's wrinkled face moved slightly. His gaze passed through the burning and shining atmosphere of the Yin-Yang Heaven, through layer after layer of restrictions, and even through the picture of Buddha holding a flower and preaching, and fell on the monk Sanzang.
The old monk smiled and said softly, "There will be successors to our Buddhist sect."
The old monk looked away from Monk Sanzang and looked deeply at Lu Yu again. This time, he frowned and looked at Lu Yu for a long time, then shook his head gently: "The risk is too great... But... let's be prepared? What if? Haha! Linghu family... Even if they can only be slightly unhappy, I will be very happy."
The old monk gritted his teeth.
In his mind, on the crystal liquid, in the middle of the golden lotus, the snow-white and tender little monk suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes, which were burning fiercely and formed entirely of two balls of deep red karma fire, were like two blazing red suns, instantly turning his entire mind into a blood-red color filled with anger and madness.
The old monk's body began to tremble slightly.
He was panting heavily, his muscles expanding and throbbing bit by bit , his body slowly, a little bit stretched out... Under his skin, there were sharp bone spurs piercing his flesh bit by bit, growing out very slowly and with great difficulty. It was like the ferocious aura of a wild beast accumulating and spreading on the old monk's body bit by bit.
The old monk was like an ancient volcano on the verge of erupting. A terrifying power and desire was about to burst out from deep within his body, turning everything around him into nothing.
The old monk's hands with the bone beads hanging on them have turned into two terrifying claws, huge, black, burning with bloody fire, like dragon claws, with black, shiny barbed hooks growing on the joints, and the claws are covered with fine black scales, each of which seems to be a separate living thing, opening and closing rapidly, colliding with each other, making a unique "ding-dong" sound like countless soldiers killing each other crazily on the battlefield, and the collision of swords.
“Hold on, hold on…” The old monk gritted his teeth, his body trembling slightly: “Can’t kill, can’t kill… For now, can’t kill… Ha, ha ha… Plan for the whole life, not for the moment… Plan for the long term, not for the moment… Hold on, hold on… Hold on, you must hold on…”
"Haha, this little girl from the Holy Spirit Clan is so cute and tender. I really want to cut open her skull, take the smoothest part of the top of her head, and carefully polish it into a rosary..."
“But, hold on, hold on… It’s just an ordinary lackey of the Holy Spirit… I don’t need a rosary of such ordinary quality… The next rosary must be made from the skull of a great emperor… Haha, a rosary made from the skull of a great emperor must have infinite power and infinite wonders!”
The old monk smiled grimly, and his two eyeballs turned into a dark red color, just like the little monk in the golden lotus, and emitted a faint flame.
He panted deeply, his body swayed slightly, and his figure merged with the surrounding chaotic tides, making it difficult to detect his presence. However, occasionally a flash of red fire flashed in the chaotic tides, which was enough to indicate that he did not go far away, but followed Lu Yi and others with unpredictable magical powers.
The two principles of heaven.
The sky, the ground, the city, the wasteland... Countless creatures, countless monks, quietly looked up at the sky. Their bodies were burning with a faint flame, and their eyes were flashing with a faint white light.
In the minds of all living beings, there is a subtle voice telling them about the greatness of Taiyi, preaching to them the glory of Taiyi, and deeply embedding an unshakable belief, an absolute concept, and an ultimate goal of life into the depths of their souls:
Practice with all your might, ascend to the supreme Taichu Heaven, join the army of Emperor Taimo, conquer the four directions for Emperor Taimo, and bathe in the glory of Emperor Taimo forever!
All living beings in the entire Liangyi Heaven have become the most crazy fanatics of Emperor Taimi.
Daoxiu, no more.
Buddhist practice, no more.
All remnants of demons and monsters are gone.
All disputes, dissents, personal grudges, and sect feuds disappeared in that warm, extreme, and extremely xenophobic light.
From then on, everyone was a loving family. There was no more fighting, no more conflicts. Everyone put their hearts and strength together, mobilized all resources together, practiced with all their might, and supported one proud child after another to ascend to the upper realm. This was enough!
"Go to the upper realm!" A bald old monk shouted hysterically to the sky.
"Long live my lord!" An old Taoist holding a purple gold Ruyi shouted wildly with tears at the top of his lungs.
"My Lord..." Countless creatures knelt on the ground and paid homage to the Great Emperor Taimi of the Upper Realm, even though it was impossible for the Great Emperor Taimi to shift his attention here, and it was impossible for him to cast even the tiniest ray of his gaze on these worthless ants of the Lower Realm.
In the vast Liangyi Heaven, only in the small cave, only the monk Sanzang can barely maintain a glimmer of clarity.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting profound mantras in a low voice, resisting the "purification" and "redemption" brought about by Linghuan's terrifying attack.
On the altar, the Buddha holding a flower and preaching gave off a faint light, protecting the monk Sanzang. If it weren't for this preaching picture, the monk Sanzang would have become a fanatic of the Great Emperor Taimi after being hit by Ling Yu.
"The poison is spreading endlessly!" Monk Sanzang suddenly sneered, "Too blind... one day... one day..."
Amidst the sneer, Monk Sanzang suddenly raised his head and murmured in surprise, "It seems that an old friend passed by? Well, it must be an illusion... My old friend has long disappeared, and his name has not been passed down between heaven and earth. How can there be an old friend?"
"I am the only one in the world who still remembers you, right?"
"I still remember you."
"So, you are not truly annihilated... As long as I still remember you, no matter how slim the hope is, there is still a glimmer of hope, right?"
Monk Sanzang smiled and said, "As long as I still remember you!"
