Chapter 666 Not in a hurry? Don't worry about how you can win over others.
(In the past few days, I have an upper respiratory tract infection, sore throat, headache, and palpitations. I feel that I may pass out at any time. I probably got a positive finger. I want to go to the pharmacy to buy some Xiaobuihu granules, Lianhua Qingwen and ibuprofen. It was sold out, but fortunately, there are cold granules, ammonia plus Huangmin, and amoxicillin at home, and I hope it can last.)
(Everyone must pay attention to the body. In special times, there is no harm in having more commonly used medicines at home.)
The four heavens of the world of desire.
A picture scroll hangs high, between the virtual and the real.
Yang Chan looked around, but she couldn't see Zhou Ji's figure at all. Finally, she turned her eyes to the picture scroll in front of her, and saw a familiar figure from the back appeared in the picture like a dream. Go deep into the vortex.
"Brother Zhou!"
Yang Chan was startled, and suddenly felt something was wrong, subconsciously stretched out her hand towards the painting, trying to call Zhou Ji back, but the vortex accelerated its rotation, bursting out endless suction and dragging her into the painting little by little.
Yang Chan subconsciously raised the lotus lamp, used her mana to summon the power of the magic lamp, and a seven-colored light shone from the wick, covering her surroundings, and the pressure brought by the vortex of illusion suddenly weakened.
Yang Chan noticed that as the vortex rotated faster and faster, Zhou Ji's back was gradually distorted in the depths of the picture, and the distorted light and shadow blocked her sight, and she was about to disappear completely.
Yang Chan became more and more worried. She glanced at the colorful divine light covering her surroundings, gritted her teeth, and put away the lotus lantern with a flick of her sleeve.
The vortex suction that was originally offset by the lotus lamp suddenly increased sharply.
The wind is hunting, and the clothes are fluttering.
Yang Chan leaned forward, with her straight fingertips trying her best to explore Zhou Ji who was about to disappear at the end of her sight, and let the whirlpool drag her into the picture.
"Brother Zhou~!"
"Who! Who's calling me?"
In a trance, Zhou Ji, who was in the vast starry sky, suddenly woke up.
Subconsciously stretched out his right hand to try to call out the square diagram, but stopped halfway.
"Three Girls"
"By the way, that's the voice of the third girl."
Distant memories flooded back to Zhou Ji's sea of consciousness like a tide, and he just remembered that he had just left Huashan and flew all the way to the heavenly court. Halfway through the flight, he heard a soul-stirring ringtone entangled his soul. echoed deep.
The sound of the bell was clear and sweet, as if it was beguiling him to pull out the Immortal Trapping Sword. Only the Immortal Trapping Sword could help him cut off the invisible thread that the bell was implicated between the spirit and soul.
When he stopped and tried to draw his sword, a feeling of being watched came from the distant horizon.
Zhou Ji also didn't notice the hostility of the peeping person. The peeping, which was so faint as an illusion, still made him 100% vigilant, and followed the guidance of the bell to fly to the fourth heaven of the world of desire.
And the illusion-like peeping continued until it passed through the barriers of the heavens and disappeared in front of an unfolded picture scroll.
"So, I'm in that picture scroll right now. And what is the purpose of the Buddhism to lure me here?"
Zhou Ji felt vigilant, looked around, and saw a transparent platform that was as clean as a mirror hovering in the starry sky.
Standing on the mirror and looking down at the clearly visible reflection, Zhou Ji couldn't help but frowned slightly. He squatted down and found that the sky on the other side of the mirror was not stars, but endless darkness. He spread rapidly around the center, as if he was piecing together the fragments of the Great Desolation that were shattered by the Jade Immortal Sword Formation and the Saint Chaos War.
‘No, don’t think about it. '
Zhou Ji immediately understood the intention of Buddhism.
If the Four Swords of Zhu Xian appear in the world of Baolian Lantern, once they start their hands, the original owner of Baolian Lantern, Nuwa Saint, must be aware of it.
But if the square formation in his memory is recalled and restored on the mirror, then the secret he has buried for thousands of years will be fully exposed in front of the eyes of the Buddha.
Zhou Ji shook his head, trying to break free from his chaotic thoughts, but the more he warned himself not to think about it, the faster and faster the recovery speed of the square array was.
Zhou Ji's heart sank, and he tried to use his mana to smash the mirror.
But found that the body is empty of true energy, only the square map that does not rely on its own cultivation and any external force can be opened at will.
Seeing that the other side of the mirror was about to piece together the outline of the square formation, Zhou Ji waved his hand suddenly, and a diamond ax full of cracks hovered in front of Zhou Ji.
Zhou Ji closed his eyes slightly, capturing the ethereal feeling that he once opened the sky in the chaos, and the ancient stone ax followed a mysterious and mysterious Taoist rhyme to draw a white arc in the air.
Immediately afterwards, there was a dull bang, and the stone ax hit the ground heavily, and a corner of the ax blade shattered and embedded in the mirror.
The mirror world, which was still rapidly reconstructing the square formation, suddenly stagnated, and cracks spread along the ax blade embedded in the mirror.
Zhou Ji instinctively realized a trace of danger, pulled out the diamond axe, and the tens of thousands of years of accumulated desires in the world of desires flowed towards Zhou Ji like a black tide through the crack opened by the stone axe.
At this moment, Zhou Ji seemed to be on the surface of a lake with broken ice in winter, sinking uncontrollably and rapidly.
Diamond is the hardest thing in this world. It can split chaos and Taoshan, but it cannot split desire.
Zhou Ji, who was sunk in endless desire, saw women whose faces he couldn't see clearly.
There was a woman in a goose-yellow dress, walking backwards in front of him with her hands behind her back, tilting her head and talking to him.
There was a glamorous and noble woman in cheongsam who exuded confidence and pride from her bones. She walked up to him who was sleeping on the recliner, and gently pressed against his heart, turning into small white flowers that bloomed all over the hillside.
A man who resembled a woman in a yellow skirt grabbed his collar and seemed to be angry.
In a courtyard where night fell, he and another woman lit the stone lamps next to each other while walking.
There is also a red dress as bright as fire, and a gentle and quiet woman in a blue dress standing on either side of him.
And a woman in white who hugged her knives tightly even when she was sleeping, was drunk and leaned on his shoulder defenselessly.
Above the western sky, the Buddha's radiance is ten thousand zhang. Countless arhat walkers are singing Buddhist scriptures and guarding around Lingshan Mountain.
"Gu Buddha, this person is deeply in love with love, is he really the person Gu Buddha is looking for?"
A lotus platform emerged from the void without warning, and an old monk with a thin face and kind eyes sat high on the lotus platform, as if communicating with a certain will, nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "For a thousand years, the poor monk has been looking for you in private. In this world, only this person is the most suspicious."
"Since ancient times, heaven, material and earth treasures have been housed by virtuous people. That thing has a relationship with the poor monk, but because of the relationship between this world and the one in Wa Palace, I dare not take it rashly. Even the four heavens of the desire world cannot reflect it. That thing really doesn't seem to be in his hands."
Lengdeng Ancient Buddha paused at this point, and after a moment of silence communicated with the consciousness that crossed the two worlds again.
"Amitabha, good and good~"
The Tathagata Buddha called a Buddha's name, and said with a loud smile: "Everything in the world has a definite number. Since that thing has a destiny with the ancient Buddha, the ancient Buddha only needs to wait for the opportunity to approach, why worry."
Not urgent? How can you win over others if you are not in a hurry?
The idiots who believed that "when a person sits at home, the spirit treasure will come naturally" have died long ago, and nothing happened in the end.
The twenty-four Dinghai beads won from Zhao Gongming have been transformed into twenty-four heavens with the measurement of the sky. The Buddha who has gone to the West for so many years only has the coffin lamp, one of the three lamps of heaven, earth and man, in his hand.
For this reason, the ancient Buddha Ran Deng had his eye on the world transformed by the lotus lamp a long time ago. He didn't expect that before he started planning the lotus lamp, he was the first to discover that the Zhu Xian sword, one of the four swords of Zhu Xian, appeared in this world.
Each of the four swords of Zhuxian is an innate spiritual treasure, and together they can form the first killing array of the Zhuxian sword formation.
Now that the leader of Tongtian was taken to Zixiao Palace by Hongjun Daozu to contemplate his mistakes behind closed doors, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the ancient Buddha Randeng. Once he finds the Zhuxian Sword, he can make up for his lack of killing skills and understanding of the way of heaven. It can also be a little closer.
The eyes of the ancient Buddha Burning Lamp lost a hint of gloom, and he heard the meaning of irony from the Tathagata Buddha. With a compassionate smile on his face, he saluted and said: "What the World Honored One said is justified, and the poor monk is justified."
Lengdeng Gufo paused for a moment, and then said: "The poor monk was greedy for a while and implicated innocent casual cultivators. Why don't you just save him from the sea of suffering and convert to my Buddha, which is considered as compensation for him."
The Tathagata Buddha did not change his expression, his complexion did not change, and he said a long Buddha's name: "The ancient Buddha is merciful."
the other side.
Zhou Ji sank continuously in the deep sea transformed by illusory land, a wind chime hung below the painting scroll and rang violently, and the square map lit up in the palm of his hand also flickered faintly while losing consciousness.
Seeing that the array was about to be fully opened, a colorful glow tore a huge gap in the endless darkness, obliquely reflecting on Zhou Ji.
The familiar fragrance came rushing towards his face, Zhou Ji, who was lost in desire, subconsciously grasped the only light in the darkness, and pulled her into his arms.
The sinking continues, seemingly endlessly.
The colorful rays of the Lotus Lantern enveloped the two of them, forming a huge ball of light in the darkness.
The Tathagata Buddha showed a calm smile, nodded and said: "Amitabha, although this person is deeply in the sea of suffering, he is crossed by himself."
Ren Lantern stared at the ball of light transformed by the Lotus Lantern. As a projection of the prehistoric world, although he had the status of "Landeng Past Buddha" in this world, he did not have the supernatural power of the deity.
Although it is impossible to see what is going on inside the light sphere, the divine light illuminated by the Baolian Lantern is indeed very attractive to the Taoist who burns the lamp, the owner of the ground lamp.
In the sphere of light, the inner desires of Zhou Ji and Yang Chan magnified infinitely.
Feeling the soft moon body nestled against his chest, the tempting warm breath gently hit Zhou Ji's face.
Zhou Ji's mind, which was about to recover, met Yang Chan's eyes staring at him in a daze, and instantly collapsed.
The invisible thread of the bell entangles everyone's desires, but cannot restrain the power of love.
The threads wrapped around the ball of light dissipated as quickly as ice and snow melted, and the ball of light sank to the deepest part of the scroll, which was the outermost layer of the vortex, the only passage leading to the outside of the illusory world.
the other side.
The completion ceremony of the Lingxiao Temple went on as usual, and no one knew what happened to the Fourth Heaven of the Desire Realm.
Nezha listened to the speeches of the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother absent-mindedly, and waited anxiously during the banquet.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure in white clothes appearing behind the crowd. Nezha subconsciously stood up, but found that the person who came was neither Brother Zhou nor Brother Yang, but a slightly frowned eyebrow with a worried look on his face. Chang'e Fairy.
"Fairy Chang'e, why is today's grand ceremony late?"
The queen mother noticed that Nezha who was sitting in the front row suddenly got up, followed her line of sight, and asked with a smile.
"The little **** accidentally missed the time due to some personal matters, please forgive me." Fairy Chang'e bowed and apologized.
The queen mother didn't press on.
Chang'e sat at the corner of the banquet, and Nezha saw her making eye contact with him, so he slipped past quietly.
"Third Prince, do you know where Yang Jian is now? I have something very important to find him."
Nezha looked around and pretended to be meaningless: "What's the matter? Isn't Second Brother Yang in the Zhenjun Temple?"
Chang'e didn't notice the change in Nezha's attitude towards Yang Jian, and said worriedly: "Yang Chan came to the Moon Palace to find me, saying that she wanted to attend a banquet without telling Zhou Tianjun, and give him a surprise. Just before leaving, she suddenly asked me about the Fourth Level of the Desire Realm. The location of the sky disappeared in a hurry, and I was worried that there was something in it."
"Desire Realm?"
Nezha was startled, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look in the direction of the Desire Realm. Just as he got up to leave, he paused, glanced at Fairy Chang'e, and said indifferently: "Sister Chang'e, don't worry, I know where the second brother is. Just go find him."
Seeing Nezha slipping out of the banquet in a hurry, Fairy Chang'e felt something was wrong.
Since Yang Jian helped the heavenly court to pervert and harm the creatures of the lower world, Nezha didn't say anything on the surface, but anyone could see that she, like other gods in the heavenly court, was dissatisfied with Yang Jian.
There is no way to find Nezha this time. Chang'e originally thought that Nezha would at least express a little anger towards Yang Jian, but it seems that Nezha's attitude towards Yang Jian has become the same as before.
Nezha slipped out of the Lingxiao Palace and went to the Nantian Gate first, informed the Meishan brothers who were staying there, and set off directly for the Realm of Desire.
At the same time, Yang Jian, who hurried to Huashan, also rushed to the air, and found that Brother Zhou and the third sister were not there, so he ordered Xiao Tiangou to track them for thousands of miles.
The Roaring Sky Dog operated its supernatural powers, sniffed left, smelled right, and finally said with surprise on his face: "Master, the scents of Brother Zhou and Miss San seem to be blocked by something, and they can't be found at all."
In the whole world, the only thing that can block the Xiaotian dog's sense of smell is hiding in the water, or hiding in the enchantment. Yang Jian thought for a while, and took the Xiaotian dog back to Nantianmen, and learned from Boss Kang that Nezha had gone to the South Gate. In the fourth heaven of the world, it seems that Zhou's elder brother and third sister are also there, and Yang Jian immediately turns into a streamer and flies towards the world of desire.
(end of this chapter)