The Giant of Light is Still on the Way to Find Home

In order to seek immortality and achieve the desire of the other side, the monks of this Xianfeng Temple tried to make the abducted and robbed children into the immortal life of "Son of Transformation".

They failed.

Because almost all the children used in the experiment died in the experiment.

But they also succeeded.

Because there is a son of change who survived.

With ordinary hands, they have indeed created immortal life.

In front of him was a huge palace.

In terms of size, it should be the largest building he has walked through all the way.

The gate in front of me alone is more than two feet high.

The hall was empty, except for an old monk in green robes sitting upright, and a majestic big Buddha in front of him, covered in gold, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, as if guiding all living beings to the other shore without worries.

The skin was completely dry, firmly attached to the skull and almost rotted, the blood vessels had completely stopped beating, and in the hollow eye sockets, one could faintly see centipede-like insects crawling around inside his body.

"Sariputra, the emptiness of all dharmas is neither born nor perished, neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing."

"No eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision or even the unconscious world, no ignorance and no end to ignorance, no old age and death, no old age and death, no suffering and extinction, no wisdom and no gain. "

Ying An muttered scriptures in his mouth.

"Huh?...Who are you...?"

"Come to Xianfeng Temple...what's the matter?"

The old monk's voice was very deep and slow, every word seemed to be chiseled out of his throat, his voice was hoarse and lifeless.

Only these two sentences were said for a minute.

As the old monk spoke slowly, the undead worms on his body also squirmed slowly with the vibration of his vocal cords.

"Do you also know... the scriptures?"

Listening to Ying An's scripture with a strange accent, the old monk's eyebrows slowly opened.

"The "Great Five Turbidity Sutra" talks about the demise of Buddhism like you. The monks of the Mo family believed that the truth is true in the world, and the canon of Buddhism is self-ignorant.

The big black sword pierced the old monk's throat.

"It's time to end the lingering immortality."

Originally using the remorse stick, Ying An still had a little bit of compassion in mind, if there is no crime, even if it is hit, it will be fine.

It's just that now it seems that there are more human beings lost in immortality than he imagined.

"Give reincarnation to the lost."

On the palm of his hand is the phantom of a temple.

He stared at it for a long time, then stretched out his hand and crushed it.

Fine silt flows down from the center of the hall.

Everything will return to how it was before.

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The pitch-black karmic fire that is caused by sin is burning on the green hill.

The people of Ashina City watched such a strange scene in amazement and fear.

The mountains are trembling, the temples are collapsing, and all the people who yearn for immortality are dedicating their last temperature in the flame of condemning crime.

However, in this burning mountain range, there are also places that are not stained by karma.

It was a place with a unique scenery among the mountains.

After Ying An watched the main hall collapse and return to dust, he planted a few bodhi trees on the fine white sand.Then, following an inexplicable familiar feeling, I set foot here.

Frost leaves fell and brushed against people's hands.Quietly residing here is a small inner courtyard.

Ying An didn't push open the closed door immediately.

In his eyes, little souls, supported by a force of earth veins, appeared here.

They were either lying on the eaves like sparrows, or lying in the grass like groundhogs, looking at themselves with vigilant eyes.

But without exception, they formed a faint circle to guard the hut.

Ying An shrugged his shoulders dumbfounded, and the little rays of light spread out to soothe the nervousness of the little souls.

For souls, the soothing effect of the power of light is even more effective.In a short while, the hostility of the little guys almost dissipated.

Only then did he push away the friends and look at the girl sitting in the middle of the hall in front of him.

It was the only life in his senses that was similar to these spirits but had a body.

The girl was wearing white clothes and a horned hat. Her attire looked a bit like Bai Wugou, but it was actually a nun's unique attire.

In other words, in the face of this kind of little girl whom I met for the first time, what should I say better?

Ying An smiled awkwardly, reached out and took out a basket from the subspace.

"Girl, are you interested in some persimmons?"

Chapter 302 Chapter 72

There are two candles on the left and right in front of him.

The girl is sitting gently on the red cotton pad, her temples are slightly pale, but the whole body is still like black silk, beautiful and gentle.

The candlelight seemed to fluctuate slightly with the wind at the moment the door was opened, and the girl's face reflected in the shadow of the candle was also swaying.

The girl raised the corner of her mouth to him, trying her best to show an expression called "laugh".Regrettably, the girl's face hadn't completed such an expression for a long time, and this forced smile was clearly very stiff in his eyes.

In front of her was a rectangular wooden box.

The familiar and slightly unfamiliar atmosphere that Ying An noticed came from this wooden box.

Ying An didn't look too much, and sat down facing the girl.He noticed that behind the girl, a few little souls were secretly hiding behind her, observing his every move through the gaps in the hem of the clothes.

It seemed that even if they calmed down their emotions, they still lacked the necessary trust in him, a stranger.

In this regard, Ying An has 12 points of understanding.

When he saw the place on the mountain path of Mount Kumgang, he understood why the souls of these children could not be liberated.

It was hell on earth.

On the steep mountain road, he saw hundreds of corpses of children.

Their hands and feet were bound, their bodies were covered with scars, and they were nailed with iron nails. They had been dead for a long time.

It was used as an experiment by the monks of Xianfeng Temple during his lifetime. After the experiment failed, he was randomly abandoned in the mass grave at the foot of the mountain. The corpses were piled up in disorder. , these children turned into existences called [Spirit Ghosts].

The girl tried her best to smile, but her eyes were calm, without any emotion.

Ying An put the basket of persimmons on the desk, and met the girl's curious eyes.

"Girl, what should I call you?"

"I... am one of the sons of change."

"Son of Changruo..." Ying An reached out and took out a dried persimmon from the basket, took a bite, "This is not your name."

"I'm just made by immortal seekers, a false dragon Yin holder."

The girl's voice was ups and downs, mixed with a soft and sweet voice: "For them, my identity is only the son of change."

Speaking of this, the girl's eyes finally fluctuated a little, but only for a moment.

"Are these children also children of change?"

Chewing like a yak chewing cud, Ying An stared at the little naughty girls behind the girl.

"Your Excellency, can you see them too?"

For the first time, there was an emotion called surprise in the girl's eyes.

Ying An nodded, and the atmosphere was dull for a while.

"Yes."

The girl's eyes drooped slightly, and the eyelids were half covered, making the eyes like autumn water flow a little sad.

"It's just that I am the only one who can grow up to this day."

"That's it."

Even knowing all this from the bastards' memories, the truth is still outrageous.

Hearing of such a crime, most people would probably do nothing but impotent rage when the criminal was dead.

However, Ying An is thinking that in the soul purification system of the underworld, the work of harmless cleaning of non-recyclable garbage and harmful garbage should be increased.

For a while, both of them fell silent again.

Probably trapped in some kind of memory, the girl bowed her head for a little longer, but she quickly reacted.

"Sorry, I was rude."

Ying An shook her head, not feeling dissatisfied with being delayed in the slightest.

He opened the girl's right hand with a rather presumptuous gesture, and then put a persimmon with thick hoarfrost into her palm.

"Life is very bitter, so we need some sweetness as a spice, otherwise, wouldn't it be too bitter?"

Ying An said gently: "So let's have a bite of persimmon."

The girl stared blankly into those eyes.

It was unlike any pair of eyes she had ever seen.

It is not the surface of a lake that reflects people's hearts, nor is it the well water that does not make waves.

It was just light, clear, deep light.

Like a cute hamster, the girl held the sweet and soft persimmon to her mouth and chewed it carefully.