The first Buddha in history

Xie Zhenghong went in along the sad door, and there was a long tunnel in front of him, the end of which could not be seen at a glance.The two stone doors behind him were slowly closed, covering up the remaining light.

It was empty, and a stone gate seemed to separate the two worlds.Here, the whole body can feel a chill.

This is rare for monks. Generally, after the foundation is established, monks will almost no longer worry about changes in temperature in cold and heat, and their spiritual energy will protect them.Then, Xie Zhenghong found that the true energy in his whole body was difficult to circulate, and he couldn't see the road one meter ahead even if he let go of his consciousness.

The strangest thing was that he couldn't even sense Wen Chunxiang's existence.

This is really a very strange thing.

Even in Xiangyue Yi Mansion, such a thing has never happened.Could it be that this place is more mysterious than Xiangyueyi Mansion?It doesn't make sense.

Xie Zhenghong stood there thinking for a while, and suddenly the corners of his mouth curled up.

He has guessed some clues.

There is a hole in the door of sorrow, and within a short while, the entire tunnel is headed by the place where Xie Zhenghong is, and one after another night pearls light up from both sides of the tunnel, illuminating everything in the tunnel at the moment, and even emitting some weird red light .

Everything shows that this place is a huge illusion.

Xie Zhenghong looked down and saw that the ground was paved with countless corpses and blood.

Those corpses did not turn into dry bones, they seemed to have just died, their complexions were pale, and their internal organs were spilled all over the floor.There is a heart under Xie Zhenghong's feet, which has been trampled to death.The dark red thing that looks like a mass of blood sticks to the soles of the feet like this, which is quite disgusting.

Such a clear and direct scene will bring a lot of visual impact to people.Most of the monks who came to Duanchen Temple to recruit disciples were between the Qi refining period and the foundation building period. In other words, they lacked experience and rarely had strong nerves.Seeing such a scene unexpectedly, I am afraid it will cause great pressure in my heart.

I'm afraid, this is the way to get off your horse.

"Amitabha." Xie Zhenghong bowed his head and said a word, without looking at the corpse beside him, he continued walking along the place illuminated by the night pearl.

Xie Zhenghong stepped on these corpses, and could hear the sound of many things exploding.The further they went in, the smell of these corpses gradually became stronger.Although monks have been blocked from spiritual power and consciousness, the sensitivity of their noses is several times that of ordinary people.With such a sudden rush of the smell infinitely magnified by the sense of smell, even Xie Zhenghong couldn't help but stop, and he calmed down a little before continuing to move forward.

After passing through these mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the scene began to change.

When Xie Zhenghong realized it again, he found that he had turned into a ferocious beast and was dying on the ground. There were several young monks in front of him, digging things out of his body with weapons.

This kind of pain is so real that it feels like my life is hanging by a thread.

Xie Zhenghong could even feel the coldness brought by the blood in his body passing away little by little. This kind of tension of life passing by but helpless almost overwhelmed the pain in Xie Zhenghong's body!

"Tsk, the inner alchemy is so small?" The cultivator took out a gray thumb-sized bead from Xie Zhenghong's body, and said disdainfully.

"What, hate me?"

The monk laughed loudly, his face was full of complacency, and after he finished speaking, he squeezed the gray inner alchemy hard and turned it into pieces, and then punched Xie Zhenghong in the face, "Monster beasts will have monsters!" The appearance of the beast is just a boring thing to provide us with inner alchemy."

This heavy punch knocked Xie Zhenghong's head aside, Xie Zhenghong only felt his head whirring, and felt a little blank for a while.

However, before Xie Zhenghong could finish his reaction, the spiritual sword in the cultivator's hand pierced his eyes.

"Since your inner alchemy can't be used, why not try your eyes!"

At the end of Xie Zhenghong's consciousness, he only heard this sentence.

……

The pain of being stabbed blind still lingered in his mind, Xie Zhenghong opened his eyes and found that the scene had changed again.

"Miss, take a look, this is a high-grade magic weapon sent by the young master of the Wang family, worth hundreds of spirit stones!" A person who looks like a little maid is talking to him enthusiastically.

Xie Zhenghong looked in the mirror...

It is indeed a female image.

It's not the second time to be a woman, Xie Zhenghong is still relatively indifferent.

The female cultivator in the mirror looked quite handsome, but it was still incomparable to the "Ah Hong" transformed with the ever-changing talisman.

Although Xie Zhenghong can realize that he is a woman, but the manipulator of this body is not him.

To be precise, he witnessed this girl's life with his own eyes.

However, with the previous encounters with monsters, he has some preparations for the pissing nature of these illusions.Probably another poor man, let him come to experience all kinds of life.After all, at the beginning, the monk Shinichi also said that this door of grief is used by disciples like them when they experience various lives.

Therefore, Xie Zhenghong was prepared for these illusions.

Sure enough, these scenes have changed again.

The woman didn't believe in anyone, and she was betrayed when she eloped with another monk, and was even locked up and sold as a furnace.In the end, I didn't have the ability to take revenge, and I died very wronged, the last negative emotion.

"Revenge me, revenge!" The woman kept chanting to Xie Zhenghong before she died.

Xie Zhenghong didn't speak.

"Why? You are me, don't you hate, don't you hate?" The woman's resentful spirit kept shouting at Xie Zhenghong.

Xie Zhenghong still looked at her quietly.

"There is no tree in Bodhi, and the mirror is not a stage. Originally there is nothing, where can it cause dust."

"Stinky monk, you... you!" The woman's resentful spirit changed color upon hearing the words, and suddenly wanted to rush towards Xie Zhenghong.

Xie Zhenghong didn't dodge or dodge, the woman's nails moved towards Xie Zhenghong's face, almost touching his face, but stopped immediately.

After an unknown amount of time, the appearance of the woman in front of her began to distort, and the whole scene changed again.

A burst of white light flashed, enveloping Xie Zhenghong's entire body.

"Your Majesty, there is another flood in the south!" An old minister knelt on the ground and shouted loudly.

"Your Majesty, there is a riot in the Northwest!" A general knelt down and said worriedly.

"Your Majesty, King Liang...he's turned against him!"

Xie Zhenghong calmly looked at these veterans who looked eager and eager to come up to make decisions for him, and suddenly felt that he had forgotten something.

strangeness.

What did you forget?

Xie Zhenghong rubbed his forehead, countless memories flooded into his mind at once.

His name is Xie Zhenghong, he is the emperor of this country, and he is currently in court.

The succession of a young man, the intrigue between the ministers of the court, the empress dowager who is not his own mother, and a group of younger brothers who are preparing to rebel, it can be said that he is worried about these things every day.

It's just that I always feel like I've forgotten who?

Xie Zhenghong glanced at his hand, there was nothing on it, and there were various wounds and calluses left by his handwriting and sword practice.

Maybe it was because I was too tired yesterday that this illusion appeared.

Duanchen Temple, where Immortal Xuren lived.

The kind-faced Master Xu Ren lightly brushed the three characters "Pei Yuyun" with his fingers, and suddenly his mind moved.

Before this disciple recruitment ceremony, Master Xu Ren vaguely felt that the disciple recruitment had some cause and effect with him, so he took the initiative to undertake this matter.Sure enough, the appearance of Pei Yuyun also proved his hunch was correct.

However, at this moment, his heart suddenly became chaotic again.

Immortal Xu Ren put the white jade board aside, secretly calculated that the selection of disciples outside should be a trial of the Sorrow Sect.

The higher the cultivation level, the monks will have some mysterious feelings when encountering things that are closely related to themselves.Because of the orthodoxy, Buddhist cultivators have this kind of induction much more obviously than ordinary monks.

The matter of Pei Yuyun has already met the conjecture of Master Xu Ren, but at this moment there has been a change.

Could it be that something went wrong at the door of sorrow?

Immortal Xu Ren's complexion changed, for the Sorrow Gate, none of them in Duanchen Temple dare to say that they understand it very clearly.

The resentment that the monster died at the beginning was too great, and the ancestor couldn't completely purify it. The construction of the door of grief was also presided over by a powerful person in the big world. He only said that the door of grief can be used as a training ground for disciples So, for so many years, because nothing has happened, everyone has let go of the existence of the Sorrow Gate, and they don't think it's strange.

However, he couldn't tell what was inside the door of grief.

This time the disciple trial, at the beginning he did not agree to let the monks who had not yet started to go to the sad door trial.However, an elder persuaded the head of the host.Now Wuwang Temple and Duanchen Temple are starting to compete for monks together. If it is not for the hard work and selection, in the next competition, Duanchen Temple, which has not yet established its prestige, will return to its original appearance.

Immortal Xu Ren stood up and walked towards the management formation of the Sad Gate, perhaps something could be protruded from there.

In the door of grief, Wen Chunxiang also looked very melancholy at the moment.

"Little monk, little monk!"

Wen Chunxiang had called Xie Zhenghong many times, but Xie Zhenghong's whole body seemed to have been pulled out of his mind, and he didn't move at all. From the moment the stone door closed, his whole body suddenly became motionless.

This Sorrow Gate is just a training place of a small temple, no matter how capable it is, it is impossible to attack a monk who came to select disciples, unless the prohibition here was touched, or something wrong with Xie Zhenghong was discovered.

But this is impossible!

Even if Xie Zhenghong is the reincarnation of the Almighty, but now he is only a monk at the golden core stage, and it is impossible to touch some restriction inexplicably.The monks in front are all fine, it makes no sense for Xie Zhenghong to suddenly become different.

Wen Chunxiang floated out of the ring, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the empty stone room.

Here...it's weird.

Wen Chunxiang rubbed his chin and pondered for a while, he didn't know what he thought of, and felt a little guilty.

What happened to the little monk could not be because of him, could it?

Although he is currently in a state of distraction, at least he is still in the cultivation stage of the transformation stage...