I want to practice Buddhism

They returned to Yaozu the next day, the young master let go of his worries, those weaknesses suddenly became his armor.

The good days didn't last long, and Zhao Zhaoran's constant worry finally became a reality on this day.

The disciples of Mount Kongtong discovered that Master Chengguan hadn't appeared for a long time, and all the chores were done by Guan Yue alone.Many of the confidant disciples who had followed Cheng Guan earlier were also gone on the mountain, and some disciples wanted to go to Jiang Cheng's peak room to find him, but the white tiger roared him back.After all, the paper couldn't contain the fire, and some people with status on the mountain rushed to Guan Yue's room to ask for an explanation. Guan Yue gave him a white look and said, "Then the monk is leaving, what do you want?"

I have been with the monk for so long, and I am really fascinated by it.

The people rushing in became enraged, and led a large group of disciples, saying that they would rush to the Yaozu lair to fight to the death, but when they rushed to the gate of the mountain, they suddenly found... there was no way out.

The enchantment that had been set up in three years was really so easy, Jiang Chengfeng also didn't want to mess around.

A group of disciples cursed and cursed, but many of them secretly rejoiced that no one wanted to lose their lives in vain.

Jiang Chengfeng stood by the window with his arms around Zhao Zhaoran, looking at the big auspicious cloud billowing in the sky, and it was covered with darkness.

Abbot, I promised to guard Kongtong Mountain, but I did not break my promise.

"Of course, alive." The monk said, kissing the person in his arms lightly.The heavenly soldiers are getting closer and closer, with killing intent and arrogance.

"Zhao Zhaoran, come out and die!" The leader of the gods shouted, pointing his sharp sword at the group of monsters.

"My king's name is also what you can call me?" A monster gritted his teeth, attracting cheers from the side.

"It's just some monsters and monsters, why are they so rampant! Wait a while and I'll hang your heads in front of the Nantian Gate to see if you still laugh!"

"Hang your uncle! If you want to fight, hit the girl with a bunch of nonsense!"

The proud little god couldn't stand this kind of resentment, so he rushed down from the cloud and slashed at the monster.The little demon deftly dodged it, and after three or four rounds between the two of them, as soon as the god stood still, all the monsters from all directions rushed towards him, tearing and biting frantically, and he quickly turned into a pile of black bloody.

"Kill!" Zhao Zhaoran stood on a high mountain and gave this order calmly.Hundreds of demons and immortals fight together in mid-air, the collision of weapons, shouts, splashes of liquid...all of these are mixed together, noisy, eye-catching but also grand.

This group of ignorant and fearless gods thought that the monster clan had no leader, but they killed Zhao Zhaoran halfway.They thought that Cheng Guan could solve everything, but who knew that this monk would turn his back halfway.They thought they were omnipotent, but this group of monsters had been trained ignorantly and fearlessly for a long time.

What they have is just full of self-righteousness and arrogance, but facing a group of monsters whose blood is full of national hatred and family hatred, and who have endured humiliation and survived for hundreds of years, they appear to be broken.

Zhao Zhaoran raised the corner of his mouth, and rushed into the battlefield holding Chao Ge.

Human world.

Jiang Chengfeng stood on an open flat ground, surrounded by layers of people in a circle.All of them were disciples who followed Jiang Chengfeng in the past, loyal and devoted, with tragic expressions.People stood silently, as if they were praying or mourning.In many cases, going to death is always a great thing, with righteousness and fearlessness, for the safety of one side, and for the common people of the world.

The monks chanted a mantra, and a large golden-yellow strange pattern appeared on the soles of their feet.It is beating, shining, and burning like life.

Then the crowd suddenly raised their heads, looking at the dark and deep sky above, with endless silence in their pupils.

They roared like the last cry before death.Scary but glorious and great.

The monk closed his eyes and continued to chant the mantra. After a while, people's bodies exploded, and a strong smell of blood floated in the air.However, the blood did not fall, and was fixed in mid-air as if frozen.The golden pattern under his feet was surging, climbing up slowly, savoring the sweetness of blood bit by bit.

After a long time, the monk suddenly opened his eyes, and his staff stood aside, tracing the exact same figure along the trace of the pattern.Then everything suddenly returned to tranquility, as if the crowd, the blood, and the weird pattern had never happened before.

The monk held the staff in his hand and hit the ground heavily.For a moment, it seemed as if the landslide and the ground were cracked, and the huge sound shook to the surface through the veins.The golden light suddenly penetrated from the ground, and for a moment, the golden light was overwhelming.

The golden light rushed towards the auspicious cloud quickly, drawing arcs one after another across the sky.

The gods died one after another, and were shot by a large beam of golden light that came from nowhere, and fell down without even the strength to struggle.

The Emperor of Heaven panicked. He wanted to summon more generals, but a black figure had already landed in front of him.

"Old man, it was you." Zhao Zhaoran said slowly, "For your own selfish desire to attack the monster clan, killed the Mo Xing family, and caused people to die, it was you, right?" His eyes were full of murderous intent, revealing a fierce light.

"A person like you, what qualifications do you have to be the king of all living beings!" Zhao Zhaoran saw scenes in front of his eyes, the smiles of his parents, Sun Yao's smile, Mo Xing's smile, and every moment he spent with them .But all of this was destroyed by the selfish desire of this person in front of him!

Is he just?If the world is maintained by this justice, then I would rather become a monster and overthrow everything!

End to death!

He rushed towards the Emperor of Heaven, and the two of them passed a few moves.But this Heavenly Emperor is a weak body who eats flat peaches and drinks dew, and can't hold it up after a few moves.Zhao Zhaoran held him down, and stabbed towards that chest.

Before touching it, it was bounced away by a beam of light.

He was also pushed back several feet violently by this force, with blood in his mouth.

On the horizon is a golden Buddha statue, neither sad nor happy, looking down on all living beings.

"Demon, die." The Buddha spat out these few words, and thousands of demons screamed and fell down.Zhao Zhaoran felt a heavy oppression, he knelt half-kneeling, trying not to let himself fall down.

Jiang Chengfeng wants him to live, he...cannot die.

He raised his eyes and looked at everything in front of him, the situation of the battle was reversed, and the monster clan suffered countless casualties, unable to recover.He looked at the golden Buddha in the distance again. It was so majestic and sacred, but it was also so disgusting.

His catastrophe, I'm afraid, can't be overcome.

As he thought this way, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and his eyes fell to the side in darkness.Closing his eyes, he saw his own Jiang Chengfeng holding him in his arms.He was still the same, his face hadn't changed in the slightest, but the worry and fear in his brows were real.

So, it's worth it.

The person in the monk's arms closed his eyes, and refused to open them no matter how he called.Jiang Chengfeng looked at the Buddha and the Heavenly Emperor with red eyes, and he slowly spit out a few words: "I want you, you will die!"

The sky is dark, the clouds are thousands of miles away, and all the darkness and incompleteness seem to be erupting eloquently for this moment.No amount of tears can replace the lost soul, no amount of hard work, can't you get the rewards you deserve?

Or is it true that evil can outshine good as the saying goes?However, who is evil and who is righteous?

History seems to be able to give a clear answer, but whether the answer is true or not is debatable.The real truth is a plaything at the fingertips of the powerful, while the weak must be evil.

How ridiculous.

Cheng Guan fell into a pool of blood, the Buddha stood above him, and asked the question he had asked before: "Cheng Guan, why do you?"

This time, Cheng Guan smiled, very indifferently: "I don't want to be an immortal god, I don't want to have power over the world, I don't want to look down on all beings. I love the love in ordinary life more. For him, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire I don’t hesitate. Then I will not waste this life, and I can look forward to the next life.”

His eyes were gentle, looking at the watery night, his smile was also gentle.

"This is his fate, this is the fate of the world." Buddha said.

"Fate?" Cheng Guan shook his head contemptuously, "No. If this fate is to preserve the selfish desires of your gods, to reverse right and wrong and distort black and white, then fuck the fate! Whether it's life or death, in this life I am wrong. He can't, let the sky go up and down, no one can stop me!"

The Buddha looked at him, speechless for a moment.

Holding on to his last strength, the monk slowly crawled towards his lover, and then hugged him tightly.As he said, no one can stop the sky and the earth.

No one can separate them.

Zombies cover the field, black clouds close the moon, and for a while, everything is silent.

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