I fished out corpses in Wuding River to extract entries

In the cracks of the underworld torn by the Mingguang Zufo, countless ghosts reflected the reincarnation scenes of Chu Junyin in different generations.

Xie Que's blood-red pupils suddenly cracked, revealing the rich karma inside:

"The so-called 84,000 insects are just a trick in the Buddhist scriptures!"

He hooked his ten fingers, and under the reflection of his eyes, there was not much karma left in the entire 18th level of hell.

"The so-called wronged souls and evil ghosts are just some obsessions that have not yet dissipated..."

"It is absolutely not necessary for you to save them in order to dissipate the karma!"

"If they need to be saved, then what is the use of the six reincarnations and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

When the Mingguang Zufo heard this, a Sanskrit sound came from his golden body: "One grain of sand is a world, one leaf is a bodhi!"

"What you said is nothing but false."

"How can the cause and effect karma dissipate for no reason?"

The whip in Chu Junyin's hand suddenly fell, and the tip of the whip emitted a golden light representing merit, which instantly shattered the Zufo's red lotus karma fire:

"I understand, it turns out that we, the hell jailers, are the ones who eliminate the karma, not the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas..."

When Xie Que heard this, he immediately smiled with relief.

Mingguang Zufo looked cold: "I let you win again..."

"But what's the use?"

"I only need to win one game, that's enough."

"And you... need to win thousands of times!"

"Bang", the thread of cause and effect broke again.

...

One million and eighty thousand years ago, on the Purple Sky Cliff, ancient pines towered and rocks were jagged.

The Taoist boy was wearing a plain Taoist robe, with his hair tied on top of his head, and was concentrating on wiping the statue of the Taoist.

Suddenly, the Taoist boy's hand stopped, he widened his eyes and looked at the statue in disbelief.

He saw that the statue of the Taoist actually shed tears.

"What is this... a sign?" A strong sense of uneasiness and doubt surged in the Taoist boy's heart, and the silk handkerchief in his hand unconsciously clenched.

At this moment, a flash of light flashed in the sky, and an old Taoist with white hair descended out of thin air.

The old Taoist had white hair, but a ruddy face.

He was wearing a Taoist robe that fluttered in the wind, holding a whisk in his hand, and with a light wave, he swept out an ancient book.

Four big characters were engraved on it: Mingguang Neijing!

"Little Taoist boy, this is the true method of becoming an immortal. If you get it, you can transcend the world and be among the immortals."

The voice of the old Taoist with white hair was like a huge bell, echoing in the purple cliff.

When the Taoist boy was stunned, a melodious cowbell sound came from far away.

A Taoist rode a green bull, stepped on auspicious clouds, and floated leisurely.

It was Xie Que!

Xie Que turned over and got off the bull, and threw a piece of tortoise shell at will.

The tortoise shell rotated in the air, revealing a passage called "The Art of Quantum Tide":

"The great way is in the catastrophe, not in cultivation. Don't be blinded by this so-called righteous law."

"I have a righteous law to give you. The magic of this law is connected to heaven and earth, in line with mathematics, with scientific thinking, integrated into the art of numerology, to glimpse the mystery of fate."

Xie Que looked at the old Taoist with great disdain.

The Taoist boy, also Chu Junyin, was immediately moved by it: "May I ask, Taoist, what is 'science'?"

As soon as these words came out, a conflict arose.

Mingguang Zufo frowned slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He waved his whisk, chanting something in his mouth, and instantly triggered the nine-sky thunder tribulation.

In an instant, the originally clear sky became overcast and dark as ink.

One after another, thick thunders shuttled between the clouds like a dragon, making a deafening roar.

Then, the thunder gathered into a huge Eight Diagrams Demon Refining Formation, trapping Xie Que in it.

Lightning flashed in the formation, and electric light shone everywhere, as if it was going to turn everything into ashes.

Xie Que remained calm and gently stroked the green ox.

The green ox seemed to understand human nature, and mooed to the sky.

Xie Que took advantage of the situation to hold the green ox's horn, and slashed hard. A sword flashed and accurately cut the center of the formation.

As the center of the formation was broken, the Eight Diagrams Demon Refining Formation began to shake violently.

Seeing that he could not do anything to the opponent again, Mingguang Zufo's face changed,

he just snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and a roll of the Conferred God List flew out of his sleeves.

The Conferred God List was unfolded, and the light was bright. Chu Junyin's name was listed prominently, and it was heavily outlined with a red pen.

"You are destined to be in harmony with the heaven and earth. This is the will of heaven."

Xie Que just laughed, waved his hand, and threw the book "Quantum Tide Divine Machine" in front of Chu Junyin:

"You have achieved the other shore and condensed your body."

"You only need to pick up this thing, and you can know the past and present, and calculate the infinite future."

When Mingguang Zufo saw it, his tone became more serious: "You choose for yourself, whether you are willing to glimpse the false future, or are willing to be in the heaven class with me and enjoy the power of heaven forever!"

Chu Junyin hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and picked up the book "Quantum Tide Divine Machine" on the ground

At the same time, with a bang, the Purple Sky Cliff suddenly shook violently, and a crack spread from the bottom of the cliff.

A blood letter flew out of the crack.

The blood letter unfolded in the air, and it was written on it "Rather fall into reincarnation than be in harmony with heaven".

These eight big characters, written with powerful force, reveal incomparable firmness and determination.

Chu Junyin only heard a "bang" sound, as if something broke.

...

Three million and six hundred thousand years ago, the mountains and rivers were beautiful, and the plants and trees were full of emotion.

In the midst of lush greenery, a bodhi tree naturally grew up.

Its branches were like dragons and snakes, winding in all directions, and its lush branches and leaves were like a canopy, casting a cool shade on the ground.

At that time, it was late spring, and the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds.

The ink-colored clouds surging like raging waves, indicating that a heavy rain is about to pour down.

A woodcutter was walking hurriedly on the trail in the mountains and forests in a coarse linen, wearing a hat on his head, and carrying a heavy load of firewood on his shoulders.

Seeing this scene, he quickly accelerated his pace and found himself under the Bodhi tree to shelter from the rain.

The woodcutter gently lowered the wood load and leaned against the trunk of the Bodhi tree for a short rest.

He raised his head, his eyes swept across the tree trunk inadvertently, and found half of the "Lingyun Sutra" engraved on the bark.

The handwriting is like a carving of an axe and a knives, and every stroke contains the wonderful meaning of Buddhism.

It seems that it has traveled through thousands of years and passed down from the distant past.

The woodcutter was surprised and thought to himself: "How could such a strange thing happen in this deep mountain?"

Just as the woodcutter was full of doubts, a golden light shone from the sky, illuminating the entire mountain forest.

In the light, an old monk with white eyebrows appeared out of thin air.

The old monk's hair was as white as snow, hanging down to his shoulders, and his eyebrows were like two crescent moons, white and slender.

The old monk was wearing a plain monk's robe, spotless and held a glass Buddha fruit in his palm.

This Buddha fruit is crystal clear, with the internal light flowing, like stars flashing, emitting a burst of auspicious aura, which makes people feel refreshed and happy when they hear it.

The old monk with a white-browed smiled and looked at the woodcutter and said softly: "The donor has deep wisdom and is destined to be with me."

"Just like a thousand-year-old lotus that meets nectar, we should inherit my Buddha's robes and mantle, promote Buddhism, and save all sentient beings."

"If you step into my Buddhist path, you can transcend the suffering of reincarnation and attain the supreme Bodhi."

When the woodcutter was hesitating and didn't know how to respond,

Suddenly, I heard a melodious sound of bamboo sticks tapping the ground, which was clear and pleasant from afar.

But I saw a traveler walking on the moon, his figure was elegant, like an arhat on earth.

A golden hoop on his head, a monk's robe moved with the wind, making a sound.

Every time the bamboo stick in his hand taps the ground once, three thousand fallen leaves will start to rise.

The walker came closer and the bamboo stick was a little bit harder to the ground, breaking the brief tranquility.

He looked directly at the old monk with white eyebrows and said aloud: "Bodhi is not a tree, nor a mirror is not a platform. How can the inheritance of the robe and mantle be appropriate or not?"

"This is all illusory. Don't be blinded by this illusory appearance."

"The true Tao is free in the original heart, not bound by this so-called inheritance and mantle."

As soon as this statement came out, the conflict suddenly arose.

The white-browed old monk's face slightly darkened, and in an instant, the sound of Brahma swept over.

The sound of Buddha shook the entire forest, the leaves fell down, and the birds scattered in panic.

Influenced by the sound of this Buddha, the Bodhi tree gradually transformed into a Thousand-Handed Golden Body Buddha.

The Buddha's golden body shines, solemn and dignified, as high as a hundred feet, standing between heaven and earth.

Their thousand-handed law-enforcement tools are either holding lotus flowers, holding swords, or holding pagodas.

The traveler was not afraid at all. He waved his sleeves and several pages of the broken pages of the Diamond Sutra flew out of his sleeves.

Immediately, these golden characters turned into golden lotus and slowly floated towards the golden Buddha.

The golden lotus bloomed, suppressing the power of the golden body Buddha, making it no longer so aggressive.

At this time, the hatchet in the woodcutter's hand suddenly changed strangely.

I saw ancient Sanskrit appearing above the hatchet.

The woodcutter felt a force pouring into his body, as if an invisible will was driving him.

He couldn't help but raise the hatchet and slashed hard towards the golden Buddha's eyebrows.

The hatchet cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, with an indomitable momentum.

With a loud "click", a deep crack appeared on the eyebrows of the golden Buddha, and the light suddenly dimmed a little.

The cracks spread rapidly like spider webs, and golden fragments peeled off and sprinkled all over the ground.

A gurgling blood gushed out from the Buddha's cracks.

This blood color condensation gradually turned into various forms of sentient beings.

"The way of heaven is selfless, tolerating sentient beings, rewarding good and punishing evil, and it is unhappy at all.

"Although you hurt my golden body today, God's will can still be forgiven."

"As long as you convert to me, you will be disgraced forever..."

Seeing this, the practitioner just disdained: "Absurd! The way of heaven is selfless, how can you allow you to use your name to commit your own desires?"

"When talking about tolerance, the woodcutter wants to be disgraced forever. How can he talk about compassion and the way of heaven?"

The walker looked directly at the golden Buddha, with a cold expression: "You lure him into the trap with your grand words."

"How can the true way of heaven be represented by a narrow-minded person like you?"

After saying that, the traveler looked at the woodcutter again: "Don't be confused by him. The so-called eternal disgrace of human nature is to make you forget yourself and become a puppet.

You should stick to your true intentions and not be deceived by this false promise. ”

The old monk with white eyebrows frowned: "You crazy guy, don't talk nonsense here and disturb people's hearts."

"I am adhering to the way of heaven and saving sentient beings. What's wrong with me?"

The walker laughed to the sky, and the laughter echoed between the heaven and earth: "Divine Transformation? It is clearly slavery!"

"The true transformation is to make people realize their nature, rather than forcibly instill your will."

At this time, among the various forms of sentient beings transformed from blood,

There seemed to be a faint cry, and there seemed to be a mixed voice, as if telling unwillingness and pain.

The woodcutter saw all this and felt more and more clear in his heart.

He bowed to the walker: "Thank you for your advice from the master."

In an instant, the woodcutter felt that there seemed to be something breaking between himself and the old monk Baimei.

...

One thousand million years ago, the Tai Chi Liangyi Pond lies quietly between heaven and earth.

The yin and yang fish in the pond swim slowly, one white and one black, blending and opposing each other.

Chu Junyin, wearing simple Taoist child clothes, looked at the Yin-Yang fish with a focused look.

Suddenly, the calm pool water boiled without any warning, constantly emerging and disappearing in an instant.

Chu Junyin was shocked and subconsciously clenched the whisk in his hand:

"Master once said that this Taiji Liangyi Pool is the source of the transformation of heaven and earth."

"Why is it suddenly boiling today..."

At this moment, a ray of light fell from the sky, and Mingguang Zufo transformed into a black and white Taoist,

Wearing a black and white Taoist robe, it seemed that the Yin and Yang were integrated into it.

He dropped a copy of "Zhouyi Cantongqi" and slowly floated in front of Chu Junyin.

"Wuji gave birth to Taiji, and the thoughts of the world should be cut off!"

The black and white Taoist spoke, and his voice was like a huge bell, echoing by the pool.

"My disciple..."

"Practicing this method will help you understand the secret of the two principles, and you can transcend the world and achieve the great way."

Chu Junyin's heart moved, but there was still a trace of doubt lingering in his heart: "Thank you, Master."

Before Chu Junyin responded, a clear whistle broke through the sky,

and a demon stepped on the chaos and broke through the air.

His fingertips were wrapped with black light: "Little Taoist, don't be fooled by your master!"

"The so-called Yin and Yang are the way of heaven and earth, the rules of all things, the parents of change, the origin of life and death, and the house of gods."

"The number of Yin and Yang is simple, but the changes are endless."

"The two words Yin and Yang are subtle, but they can move the world."

"Both of them are extremely simple, containing extremely wonderful principles, connecting heaven and earth, penetrating all things, and are the key to creation and the mystery of numbers."

Xie Que said loudly, his tone revealing his final conclusion on the so-called "Yin and Yang".

After saying that, he pointed out, and countless "0" and "1" representing yin and yang appeared in front of Chu Junyin.

These two characters gradually changed into black and white yin and yang fish, and began to transform into all things in the world.

"This is the interaction of yin and yang, and then all things are born."

Chu Junyin's heart was shocked. This was completely different from the yin and yang he knew in his daily life. The two concepts collided fiercely in his heart.

The conflict broke out instantly. Mingguang Zufo saw that Xie Que ruined his good deeds, frowned, and immediately activated the Xiantian Bagua formation.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the formation trapped Xie Que in it with an overwhelming force.

The formation actually showed an infinite space structure, which seemed limited, but in fact endless, trapping Xie Que in it.

"Humph, let's see how you escape!"

Xie Que was not panicked. He stared at the formation and danced with his hands quickly.

In an instant, all the yin and yang fish escaped.

At the same time, the Yin-Yang fish in the pool was affected, becoming sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, no longer bound by a fixed form.

Suddenly, the Yin-Yang poles in the Xiantian Bagua formation were also destroyed.

Chu Junyin witnessed all this and began to doubt in his heart: "Could it be... that the things that the master gave me before were all wrong?"

And the whisk in his hand, as if pulled by some mysterious force, spontaneously evolved into a Mandelbrot set figure, shining and mysterious.

The situation suddenly turned, and Mingguang Zufo saw that the formation was broken, and his face sank.

"Dayan Fifty!"

"For me, there is no chance to escape!"

A point of golden light flew out of Mingguang Zufo's hand like a substance, shot towards Chu Junyin at a high speed, and instantly locked Chu Junyin's body and soul.

"Since you don't want to believe me, then it's not up to you!"

At this moment, Chu Junyin recalled the "future" memory in his mind, but he only felt a burst of despair:

"Could it be that I will eventually become someone else's chess piece?"

At this critical moment, Xie Que suddenly laughed: "Chess piece?"

"I have never regarded you as a chess piece..."

"It's just that you don't know your true identity yet!"

When Xie Que raised his hand, a simple little tripod suddenly appeared. (End of this chapter)