Who is invincible in this world?

Some people are immortal, claim to be gods, look down on the common people, and are superior; there are also people who are "only one of them", transcendent and unconventional, run rampant in the world, and call themselves "devils"; there are people who have reached the ultimate level of swordsmanship, transcending the ordinary and becoming saints, shocking the past and the present.

There are people who claim to be "saints" and are born with an extraordinary fate. They are born with sword bones and the sword's will reaches the sky, which can be called a "heavenly sword"...

So is there a "Buddha"?

Of course there is.

A Bodhisattva.

There is a secluded place in the mountains and forests.

It's a small wooden house, I don't know when it was located here. The door is ajar, and the smoke can be seen. From time to time, I cough a few times, which is heartbreaking, and then I moan, my heart is broken, and I moan in unbearable pain.

His voice was hoarse and weak, perhaps in great pain. The voice suddenly changed and became extremely shrill, like a ghost crying.

"Wow!"

"It's actually changed!"

But the door suddenly opened, and a man with a face full of pain and a naked upper body rolled and rolled out. His face was covered in cold sweat, as if he was suffering from great pain, and he roared in a low voice, as if he was shocked and unbelievable.

And this pain originated from his back. There was actually a large area of ​​malignant sores on his back, which made people shudder. During the struggle, pus and blood spattered, making the man cry out in pain.

After a long time, the man finally got over it. Even though he had been suffering for many years, every time the sore broke out, it still made him suffer so much that it was worse than death.

Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world. Since he has understood all the secrets in the world, he will naturally have to bear this curse. This is the price.

The sound of breathing echoed in the forest, whistling back and forth, as if a hole had been opened in his internal organs, the violent heaving of the chest was twitching like a bellows, and there was a rapid heartbeat.

The man leaned against the door and stared blankly at the sky, as if he wanted the supreme heaven to give him an answer.

But as he watched, his eyes suddenly changed, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his face became distorted, as if he had seen a nightmare. The storm had not moved, but his right hand had been raised quickly, and his five fingers were moving rapidly.

, his eyelids trembled, and he muttered something in his mouth, as if a demon was stunned, counting with his fingertips.

until.

"changed!"

"How could the most incredible existence in the world appear in advance!"

The man's face was full of shock, his eyes were blank, and he muttered to himself, as if he had glimpsed something extraordinary.

"What has changed?"

A light voice blew like a breeze and fell into his ears.

The man was so excited.

He was frightened at first and his body trembled, but then he seemed to calm down. He turned around and looked around. Among the flowers and grass in the forest, there was a man in green clothes standing quietly, with his back to him, bending over to pick flowers and grass.

, the gaseous state is beyond the ordinary.

If the other party hadn't spoken, the man wouldn't have known anyone was there.

"You, how long have you been here?"

The man asked hoarsely.

"Well, it's been a while, and I've just heard you cough and whine more than a few times. During this period, many people from the world came to you for divination and fortune-telling. You call yourself the Clay Bodhisattva, and you do have some tricks up your sleeve!"

The man said slowly.

The man's face was full of shock, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he just looked at that man as if he was looking at something terrible.

"It's a pity that those people came and went without seeing me. Even you can't see me!"

"What has changed?"

Finally, the man straightened up and asked again.

The man swallowed dryly and said, "The secret has changed!"

"Tianji?"

The man slowly raised his head, glanced at the blue sky, and then smiled, as if he had heard some funny joke.

"You believe it? It's a joke."

The man took a deep breath, stared closely at the back of Huajian, and said in a loud voice: "If you don't believe in heaven, why would you come to me?"

"That's wrong. Does the secret of heaven that can't be seen have anything to do with whether you believe in it or not? I know the secret of heaven, but I don't believe in it. What I do or don't do is up to my own will!"

The man turned around while he was speaking. He had a head full of white hair, half of which was scattered around his shoulders and half of which fell behind his back. He also had a face, a face covered with ice. The ice was as clear as crystal, but no facial features could be seen.

There are eyes exposed, calm as water, indifferent and vast, like the cloudless sky, like the ancient well that has not had waves for thousands of years, and deep and unpredictable.

But it was this face. The man known as the Clay Buddha was trembling all over, with a face full of fear. His face was almost whiter than when he was wailing in pain before. It was extremely miserable, as if frightened and frightened, and he stared at it.

"I'm very curious. It's said that you have read all the ancient divination secrets in the world since you were a child, and then you became a master of physiognomy. You claim that there are no hexagrams in the world that you can't predict. How come you still want to read the "Heavenly Crying Sutra" and end up like this?

The fate of being neither human nor ghost!"

"Haha, if you are invincible in martial arts, but suddenly one day you know a magic skill that you have never seen before, which is more powerful than what you have learned in your life, will you not be moved? Unfortunately, crying that day is an ominous thing

, making me cursed, and my life would be worse than death!"

The Clay Bodhisattva smiled uglier than crying.

"That makes sense!"

The ice-faced man nodded thoughtfully, as if he agreed.

"Now, I answer your question, because I think if anyone in this world can be the first to be aware of my existence, that person must be you. Unfortunately, there should have been another person, but he is dead. However, I

I am very interested in his heart mirror, but unfortunately, it has been taken away by an old ghost who has lived for more than four thousand years!"

Just a few words, but the Ni Bodhisattva was covered in cold sweat and panicked. He looked at the person in front of him and said in a difficult tone: "The sky is unpredictable. If you deviate from the scriptures, disrespect the heaven and the earth, and insist on seeking a battle with the sky, you will not be able to do it."

A happy ending, eternal disaster!"

The ice-faced man was indifferent.

"A battle in search of the sky? A treason? There will be no happy ending? Why is it that you are using this rhetoric again? You never get tired of it. Is this the secret you have uncovered?"

The Clay Bodhisattva did not answer, but remained silent.

"Why are you panicking? Compared with the heaven you talk about, there are not many people in this world who can be my rivals. I am very interested in them. There are gods, demons, heaven, and saints. Haha, it seems

, plus I, the Bodhisattva, seem to be harmless!"

Every time he said a word, the face of the Clay Bodhisattva became more miserable. After he said a word, the Clay Bodhisattva had already turned pale after hearing it, but he still said in a trembling voice: "You are a Bodhisattva, and you are also a peerless human and demon!"

"Okay, now that you have a sneak peek and know who I am, you should know the purpose of my coming here!"

The ice-faced man took one step forward, his body spanned more than ten feet, and he was already standing in front of the Clay Bodhisattva.

With his eyes lowered, he glanced at the sores on the back of the Clay Bodhisattva and said softly:

"You are a Bodhisattva, and I am also a Bodhisattva. It's a pity that a clay Buddha meets a real Buddha. However, true and false, false and false, true and true, is interesting. Your name belongs to me!"
Chapter completed!