Tian Yuan

Slowly experiencing different lives and substituting them, it is very real.

Beggars, soldiers, farmers, princes and nobles, disabled people and so on.

Chen Qingyuan can't control the life direction of each character, he can only let it develop and spend his life.

This kind of experience almost made Chen Qingyuan unbearable humiliation several times, and wanted to break free.But after thinking about it, once you get out of the chessboard, it will definitely end in failure, so you have to endure it and continue the game.

When Buddha Kasyapa was alive, he traveled around the world and experienced all kinds of life.Only in this way can we truly understand the thoughts of the world, resolve the evil thoughts of the world, and save all sentient beings.

In the era when Buddha ruled the world, there were very few wars.

If turmoil broke out in the jurisdiction of a holy place because of interests and harmed innocent people, then Buddha Kasyapa would use a pair of fists full of love to let those guys understand what Buddhism is.

Buddha Kassapa cannot change the fate of mortals.All he can do is to do his best to reduce the evils in the world and fill every corner of the land of China with order.

Chen Qingyuan's experience in the chessboard is just a speck of dust on the road of mortals.

A drop in the ocean is not worth mentioning.

Buddha Kasyapa had witnessed even more tragic life, and he was extremely sad.Xu Shi couldn't bear to see it again, so he didn't engrave it on the chessboard and let time bury it.

No matter which era, there are people at the bottom suffering, which is inevitable.

The philosophy of Kasyapa Buddha is to contend with the fate of the heaven and earth avenue, and to pull back those creatures of all races who should have fallen into the abyss with all their strength.

Since it is necessary to find a suitable inheritor, it is natural for the inheritor to understand the ups and downs of the road to the world of mortals.

The outside world, on the edge of the Black Lake.

The woman in red maintained an elegant posture, always paying attention to Chen Qingyuan's changes.

So far, everything is stable and there is no danger.

"Success depends on good luck."

The woman in red accidentally learned about the inheritance of the emperor's bergamot.He has lived in Tianyuan for 30 years and has unearthed many secrets.

Time passed bit by bit, but Chen Qingyuan still didn't wake up.

......

At this moment, in the hinterland of the Demon Race.

A monk in a simple cassock walks on a dark and narrow road with his palms folded.

There are dense jungles on both sides, the trees are all black, and the soil is hard, and the sword cannot hurt it at all.

I have no regrets about the journey of the demons.

"Ugh..."

The sound of howling ghosts and howling wolves has been echoing endlessly.

Every corner seems to be covered with a dark curtain, thick and oppressive, and no ray of sunlight can penetrate.

The breath is gloomy, and every tree is like a ghost, with a terrifying appearance.

Intangible evil thoughts spread everywhere, capable of infinitely magnifying the fear and evil thoughts of the creatures in the world.

Deeper and deeper into the core territory of the demons, the Buddha clearly felt the heaviness in his heart, and every step was extremely difficult.While walking and chanting sutras, the layer of golden light on the surface of the body was completely suppressed by the evil thoughts, making it difficult to show up.

The real scene in the hinterland of the demons cannot be seen with the naked eye, and it is thought that the Buddha is walking on a forest path.

The actual situation is terrifying.

This road was made up of piles of corpses. Countless souls of the dead stretched out their hands and grabbed Buddha.There are also more than a dozen strange-shaped black shadows transformed from magic thoughts, wrapped around the body, sticking tightly.

It is precisely because of these dark shadows of evil thoughts that suppress the Buddha's light from the Buddha's chanting, and constantly erode his heart.

"Those with form are born without form...all are false..."

There was a head blocking the road, and the Buddha stepped on it without hesitation.

Chanting the meditation mantra, fighting against the evil thoughts.

However, as the time spent in the Demon Land got longer and longer, the effect of reciting Buddhist scriptures became less and less effective.

Sometimes, the Buddha's mind suddenly went into a trance.

Faced with this situation, he immediately bit the tip of his tongue, forced out a drop of natal essence and blood, and performed secret techniques to stay awake.

"What's so good about being a monk, you can't do this, and you can't do that."

"Just fall into the devil's way, act recklessly, and be free."

"With your ability, you will definitely become a giant in the demonic way. In the future era, the demons will definitely control it. It is all good for you to become a demon now."

"Don't you like Yan Yanan? As long as you nod, the demons will definitely not hurt her at all. From now on, you can live together with her. You don't need to consider the Buddhist rules, you can do whatever you want."

"Nod your head, it's a very simple matter, you have everything you want."

"The law of order restricts your freedom, the road ahead is difficult, why be persistent..."

All kinds of ghostly and demonic sounds came into the ears, and it was useless to close the ear consciousness, as they could still be heard.

Although Fozi can still hold on, but occasionally there will be a trace of strange mood swings on his face.

The magic thoughts continuously magnified his weaknesses, and he only needs to relax for a moment, and the magic law will take advantage of him, and the consequences will be disastrous.

Yan Yanan is the seventh princess of You Clan.

I don't know what's special about a woman who made the Buddha sink.

For the sake of Yiyi and not regretting in this life, Fozi resolutely stepped into the devil's land, and must take Yan Yanan to a safe place.

After walking for a long time, hundreds of black magic patterns appeared on Buddha's body, which was hideous and terrifying.

Even though his whole body was covered by magic patterns, Buddha's eyes remained clear, and he was not trapped for the time being.

At the end of the road is a vast plain with no visible edge.

The land is dark and flat, which is an illusory scene on the surface, but it is actually full of potholes and bones.

Somewhere in the plain, there is a circular high platform with a diameter of ten thousand feet.

In the middle of the high platform, a woman dressed in black stood upright with dull eyes, obviously lost consciousness, like a puppet, at her mercy.

This woman in black is Yan Yanan.

Looking at the high platform, Fozi's footsteps finally stopped for a moment, and a complicated wave appeared in his eyes, which was quickly covered up.

After many years, we met again, but unexpectedly it was like this.

"I am coming."

Buddha's son does not call himself a "poor monk", and his meaning is clear.

Not for Buddhism, but for yourself.

It's a pity that Yan Yanan couldn't see Fozi's distracted appearance for a moment, nor could he hear these words full of complicated emotions.

The Buddha is a living person, not a cold and ruthless stone, and there will always be emotional fluctuations.

In fact, the former Buddhist disciples had the idea of ​​returning to the vulgar more than once.Later, when I entered the nine-story ancient temple in the ancient world of Dizhou, I really saw through the world of mortals and was no longer confused.

"According to the agreement, you should let her go."

Fozi looked around a few times. Although he couldn't see the demon cultivator, he definitely knew that a group of demon bosses were hiding in the dark and watching.

"We don't stop it, the Buddha just go up and take people away."

An old devil came through sound transmission.

On the high platform, engraved with ancient magic patterns, is a demon altar.

Once the Buddha steps up, don't even think about coming down again.At least, these devils don't believe that the Buddha can still keep his mind.