Ouyang Rong spoke to the crowd, his tone helpless and sincere: "I'm not lying to you, it really doesn't listen to me, and it's hanging in the sky above your heads."

Everyone was horrified, above their heads.

A tripod sword comes and goes without a trace.

Over Dagushan, there are cyclones arising.

The scent of incense accumulated for nearly a hundred years is gathering crazily. It was once coveted by Qiu Shenji and Wei Shaoxuan, and is now being swallowed by the craftsman's whale.

A monk, a monk, and a warrior were all seriously injured and fell to the ground.

There was only one young Confucian scholar left on the field, calmly standing on the field.

A slightly muffled voice came from the bronze mask on his face: "Who's here now?"

Everyone was as silent as cicadas.

Ouyang Rong pointed at Murong An: "Then you come first."

"I...I..." The latter opened his mouth and stammered, not understanding the meaning of dependent origination and emptiness. He kowtowed and said a lot of words begging for mercy.

The next second, his head fell to the ground.

"That's not the answer. Next one."

Ouyang Rong turned to look at Taoist Xi. His face was bleeding from all the orifices, and tears were streaming down his face. He lowered his head and made a small answer: "Because... because vacuum produces wonderful things, and wonderful things return to vacuum. You should be advised, you should be advised..."

Ouyang Rong said calmly: "That's the wrong answer."

Daochang Xi changed his face and cursed angrily: "You... you dare to kill me, you know who I am! My father..."

The next second, the Taoist priest's head fell to the ground without knowing who his father was, and he would not close his eyes until his death.

"You've cheated me out of the environment. Wrong answer, next one."

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at the Persian businessman.

Li Li begged first, and was so frightened that he forgot the topic he just asked, and asked Ouyang Rong. Ouyang Rong thoughtfully repeated it. Li Li kept wiping his sweat, his eyes rolled, he tried hard to speak, and swallowed slowly.

Ouyang Rong only listened to a few sentences and suddenly asked:

"You are stalling for time, who do you want to wait for?"

A vertical blood line appeared on the wide-eyed Persian businessman, and his body was divided into two parts from the middle.

"Next."

Ouyang Rong set his sights on the last secret seal tutuo.

The latter lowered his head and recited the Buddhist scriptures quickly. It seemed that he was too hasty, and Ouyang Rong heard that he read a few words wrongly.

He didn't rush, and waited quietly for an answer.

Miyin Tutuo suddenly raised his head:

"It is true that the nature of dependent origin is empty. Things are impermanent and do not change. The impermanence of all actions is the law of birth and death. The self-nature is essentially empty.

"But the donor cannot be empty because of the emptiness of nature. If the nature is empty, the donor is wrong. Everything, including the relationship between your friend and the girl, as entities, they do not exist. If you want to empty them out, everything will be empty."

All things serve as dependent origination, and the donor must acknowledge that dependent origination is a real existence, and does not deny the authenticity of dependent origination because of the emptiness of nature.

"The Tathagata says that the world is neither a world nor a world. The world is the origin of some people, and the origin itself must be confirmed as real.

"The donor does not need to persuade him. It is right to cherish dependent origination."

The atmosphere between the monk and the Confucian scholar was silent.

Ouyang Rong looked at him for a moment and nodded lightly:

"That's right...half of it."

Miyin Tutuo was relieved when he heard the previous sentence, but when he heard the complete sentence, he was startled.

The next second, his Dantian was destroyed with precision and ease.

The old monk vomited blood, lowered his head and covered his abdomen, closed his eyes in bitterness, and waited for death.

In front of a sword-wielder who has succeeded in deploying a sword, what else can he do if he doesn't just wait for death?

What's more, he didn't even understand when the young man in front of him finished laying out his sword.

This is the unknown fear that scares everyone.

But Old Toutuo waited for a long time, but Ouyang Rong didn't make any move again. Only a soft voice came:

"Keep a pair of eyes."

"Amitabha." Miyin Tutuo Buddha sang, and without hesitation, he dug out a pair of bloody eyes and placed them on the coffin board. He staggered around and left with black eyes.

Ouyang Rong did not break his promise and allowed Miyin Tutuo to leave.

Wait until the latter takes a few steps.

"etc."

Ouyang Rong suddenly shouted.

Miyin Toutuo looked sad, lowered his head and sighed, preparing to die.

But then, a small purse hit his feet.

"Take it." Ouyang Rong said.

The old Toutuo, who was blind as well as uncultivated, was stunned, bent down to pick up his purse, and whispered:

"Lao Na returned to Miyin Temple, became a gatekeeper again, and practiced silent meditation for the rest of his life."

Ouyang Rong remained silent.

Before leaving with Panpai, Miyin Toutuo couldn't help but look back: "What is the correct answer? Why...why does your friend insist on having his own way?"

Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment.

"He wishes."

Tonight, under the moonlight that was dimly dyed with a faint blue, the young man in Confucian shirt wearing a bronze mask nodded:

"He said he was willing. The answer was very simple. It didn't make much sense. Even if the Buddha came, it would be useless."

Miyin Tutuo was stunned. After a while, his eyes were empty and bloody. He laughed and left. For the rest of his life, he kept silent and kept his mouth shut forever.

Wait until the monk leaves.

Ouyang Rong looked around the yard.

Using the natal magical power of "empty nature of dependent origination" and the blessing of incense, the craftsmanship can destroy the dead and pull away the rotten.

It spread its swords high in the sky, and the blue sword energy accompanied by the moonlight fell on the entire Dagushan Mountain.

Tonight, the entire Dagushan Mountain is its hunting ground.

But unfortunately, I can only show off here and can't take him away.

Because the incense smell swallowed by the craftsman cannot be directly converted into Ouyang Rong's cultivation. Compared with the capacity of the mythical tripod sword, Ouyang Rong's small Dantian capacity cannot be taken away from Dagushan.

As for letting the craftsman become the intermediary between him and the vast fragrance of Dagushan and help Ouyang Rong break through the realm, there is no way to talk about it.

Because incense gas is an external object after all, spiritual energy and miscellaneous gas coexist, Ouyang Rong is not a devouring physique, and the stagnation of eighth-grade cultivation is also there, which cannot be refined quickly. If he absorbs too much, his heart will not be like a snake swallowing it.

, on the contrary, it is easy to backfire on the Dantian meridians, and the gain outweighs the loss.

However, although it cannot be transformed into spiritual energy cultivation, it can make the Cauldron Sword absorb a large amount of incense gas, so that they can become dry firewood, activate the Cauldron Sword, and ignite the "raging flames" that destroy the world!

A gust of night wind blew through, dispersing the smell of blood in the courtyard.
Chapter completed!