With Li Zhichang's cultivation, he will not be confused, but every life is so real, some are in the past, some are in the future, and some are happening in the heavens and all realms.

I am sentient beings, and sentient beings are not me.

All worlds are suffering. Only by eliminating troubles can one achieve purity and freedom.

If you want to practice your behavior, you must first cultivate your mind. The reason why Yuanshi is "Yuanshi" is because its mind has no external objects, but it produces all things, which are all inclusive and entrusted.

The sounds of the great roads are like water flowing, and then a bell rings, shaking the soul.

Yuanshi's preaching does not establish words, and the true sound of the Dao is not any language. It is just a seed that falls in Li Zhichang's spirit Taichung. As for what luck is there, that is Li Zhichang's business. It has nothing to do with Yuanshi, but has nothing to do with the Dao.

The great way is tolerate everything and encompasses everything. Since it exists all within the great way.

Under the Nine Netherworlds, the Chaos Bell rang straight to the nine heavens, with thirty-three sounds. Each time, Li Zhichang was clear and clear, and he could see the originality of countless "I".

I don’t know when the Nine Nether Yellow Spring was dyed red by blood. Under the chaotic bell, there was a vast sea of ​​blood, surging and surging, just like the sea of ​​suffering in the world, struggling in it, unable to be liberated.

The light boat of Ziwei Emperor and Bixia Yuanjun was floating in it, with a clear green light. Bixia Yuanjun said lightly: "Now, things are out of control."

Emperor Ziwei suddenly laughed and said, "I didn't expect that his heart of Tao is so firm and he is seeking life in death. He did not expect that the Chaos Bell would be willing to recognize him as the main one. You must know that in a sense, the Chaos Bell could have killed him."

"What has always flowed in this sea of ​​blood is other people's blood. This time, the people of the Blood River are afraid that they will not shed their own blood." Bixia Yuanjun suddenly sighed.

Emperor Ziwei closed his eyes and refused to answer, and a celebratory cloud grew on his head.

The sky is born with water, and the Tao follows nature. Ziwei is the pivot of the North Pole, the master of stars, and the birth and death of the universe, and the birth of the void is almost eternal.

Then there were stars, scattered with stars, and the three imperial stars were shining slowly and the starry sky was vast. Isn’t it impossible for words to be exhausted?

In the surging sea of ​​blood, a lotus flower, a blood-colored lotus was born. A lonely and arrogant Taoist was sitting cross-legged, with a blurry face. Wherever you look, is the Chaos Bell.

The blood-colored sea water kept rising, like a huge hand, grabbing the Chaos Bell at the source of the melodious bell.

But the time rippled around the Chaos Bell, which was astonishingly slow. When it reached a high altitude, the rolling blood waves became slower and slower. Then the starry light hangs down, melting the blood.

There is no sun and moon in the nine dark areas. Therefore, it is always drowsy, even if there is the clear light of zimuth at this time, it is still dark.

In the sea of ​​blood, the Taoist's eyes were sharp, breaking through the darkness, but everything appeared behind him. Hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers, with the demonic energy surged, and the sky was shaking.

It shattered time and shook the stars.

Bixia Yuanjun sneered, took off the ribbon from his waist, threw it into the air, and immediately a blue cloud hit the blood-colored lotus.

This Bixia is the gathering of the divine power of Bixia Yuanjun, and is refined by the power of sentient beings. It has no magical power or magic power, but it is mixed with the thoughts of sentient beings, and it is extremely complicated. Even if the Golden Immortal Daluo is touched, it will be confused by the mind of the Shushui Dao.

Two sword energy emerged from the people of the Blood River, one gray and the other red, blending with each other. They surrounded the blue clouds, and in just a moment they crushed the blue clouds, leaving no more than half of them.

These two sword energy are one of Abi and the other is Yuan Tu, and they are born with the Blood River Taoist people. Abi kills and Yuan Tu has never been easily released. Since the creation of the world, the Blood River Taoist people have only moved a few times.

If it weren't for the pressure from Ziwei Emperor and Chaos Bell to put too much pressure on the Blood River Dao people, Bixia Yuanjun wouldn't have let him use two swords.

The blue clouds dissipated and suddenly regenerated.

After the death of one's life, the two sword energy continued to show its power without hesitation, erasing it to birth.

Bixia is born and destroyed, and is born, and it goes back and forth. The sword energy of one gray and one red is tireless, and it destroys Bixia every time.

At this time, countless sentient beings in the heavens and all realms, who believe in Bixia Yuanjun, all the statues of Bixia Yuanjun arise in their hearts. They are moved in their hearts and silently recite the name of God. The wishes of sentient beings are coming, endlessly and endlessly.

This blue cloud is supported by the power of sentient beings, and it will be destroyed.

But Abi Yuantu didn't know what magical things were. His sword energy did not increase or decrease, nor did it change, as if it violated the law of growth and decline in the world.

After several breaths, a huge Buddha was born under the starry sky and above the sea of ​​blood, and two venerables were served by him, one was Ananda and the other was Kashyapa.

The Buddha did not say anything, and his body shone brightly, illuminating the nine netherworlds like glazed glass everywhere, spotlessly spotted.

The power of ambition, transcendence and non-stagnation in things arises naturally, as if many "卍" symbols are revealed, and all conditioned phenomena are like dew and lightning.

The Buddha's magical powers and magic powers all reached an incredible state. He gently poked out his palm and grabbed the Chaos Bell, allowing the time to be like water, the sea of ​​blood tumbling, and the stars like a bucket, all of which could not resist the Buddha's power.

Kashyapa smiled, Ananda was solemn and dignified, but he was compassionate. All sentient beings were suffering and sentient beings were in decline. The Buddha had great Dharma, great vows, great supernatural powers, great wisdom, liberated sentient beings and allowed to enjoy happiness.

In this chaotic scene, a green leaf carries a black cat on it, safe and sound in the sea of ​​blood.

A very dark long sword stood quietly somewhere in the Fengdu Emperor Palace, silent.

Li Zhichang only heard the bell, but did not know the scene of the Nine Netherworlds, and also forgot about Yuanshi.

The countless "I" gradually disappeared under the bell until after thirty-three times, the scene in Li Zhichang's eyes changed.

It seemed as if he had returned to the chaos, and the world had not yet opened, and they were all confused. Suddenly one day the chaos broke out and countless stars were born, and three thousand gods and demons were born. The stars were born, the sun, the moon and the sky, and then all living things gradually appeared.

One of the gods and demons looks extremely similar to him, his heart is like a white cloud and his mind is always free, and his mind is like flowing water and everything.

This god and demon are free and free, wandering in the vast world, practicing qi to achieve enlightenment, having great magical powers, and really traveling to many places.

Watch a flower, a scene, and cross a peak. Although I can’t enjoy it all, I don’t miss it.

One day, when I arrived outside the Northwest Sea, in the corner of the great wilderness, I saw a mountain but it was not in harmony, and it was called Buzhou.

It is cold all year round, snow all year round, with few vegetation, and I don’t know where the end of the mountain is. Even if this god and demon have achieved success in their practice, I can’t see the end clearly under the eyes of heaven.

He was curious by nature and went up the mountain. Later, he was surrounded by rocks, ice, snow, and the cold wind blew, and his soul was frozen and he could not see other creatures.

When he was almost out of patience, he finally saw a trace of green, but under the cliff ahead, there was a green vine that was not touched by the wind and snow, full of vitality, and was not like this product.

Under the green vine, there was a gourd. The gods and demons were clear about the secrets of heaven and knew that they were a treasure, but they had to wait three thousand years before the gourd would mature. (To be continued.)
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