At the same time, many places in the mountain world were alarmed by an inexplicable aura.

"Pure Land." It is said to be in an empty but simple temple not far from Ji Liao.

In the east of the mountain world, active volcanoes erupt all year round. A powerful existence looked up at the west, "Are you lost in the Pure Land among the Six Paths?"

There are many more powerful existences in the mountains and the west.

In addition, Wusheng and Qinghuo also felt the strange spatial fluctuations at the same time. Qinghuo was a little lost and almost got hurt by Youlan who was fighting with her.

Wusheng had already dealt with all the men of the Black Bone Ghost King and rested on a big stone.

However, now his attention is entirely focused on the strange fluctuations coming from the West.

This strange fluctuation comes and goes quickly.

...

Ji Liao was involved in this strange space when the space collapsed. He had previously calculated that something would happen, but the final result would be good. Therefore, he did not feel too uncomfortable with the situation he was facing now, but was full of curiosity.

At first, he was flooded by the endless yellow spring water, with the souls and obsessions of many living beings rising and falling. Even if he was the nemesis of these ghosts, he became extremely sad in the center of the yellow spring water.

That was boundless sin and pain, constantly stimulating his mind.

Driving with the flow, Ji Liao was shocked to a beach.

The beach is like another completely different world, peaceful and stable, and an indescribable sense of dilapidation. Ji Liao looked forward and an ancient temple was visible to the eyes.

There were two squid trees planted in front of the ancient temple, which had no leaves and were very withered. Ji Liao entered the ancient temple with curiosity and explored. There was a wish well inside, but it had dried up.

The temple is spotless, like the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, with peace everywhere, but the scene is in decline.

There are no sun, moon and stars in the sky, and there are no lights in the temple, but there are lights everywhere in the ancient temple.

"Maybe there have been real Buddhas or Bodhisattvas here." Ji Liao made a judgment on everything in the ancient temple.

There is a bell in the temple, but it is already broken.

There may have been Buddha statues on the shrine, but now they are empty.

As for the name of the ancient temple, there is no way to examine it, and there is even no place in the temple with text.

There is a futon placed under the shrine, which looks particularly abrupt.

Because everything in the ancient temple is very dilapidated, but the futon is brand new.

It is not only spotless, but also the color is so bright yellow and bright.

"Sit on?" Ji Liao had a thought.

This idea was not strong, even very light, but it was very clear that Ji Liao noticed it.

Ji Liao approached the futon, but his eyes fell in front of the futon. There was a little blood on the ground below the shrine, like the marks of time, which could not be erased.

Ji Liao touched his fingers on the blood, and his heart felt unstoppable sadness. His hands aged at a speed visible to the naked eye. His skin folds and age spots were also on them, and they were no longer as smooth and delicate as they used to be.

He cut off his palm without hesitation, and his palm fell to the ground, quickly becoming black, then carbonized, and eventually turned into ashes.

The powerful vitality made his broken palm grow again, but it took a lot of time to restore his original tenacity and strength, consistent with other parts of his body.

Ji Liao could basically conclude that the strange power on the blood should be of the same type as the decline he encountered before, but it is more violent, purer, and more irresistible.

If he hadn't made a quick decision just now, he might have died of old age.

He just touched the power for a moment and was frightened. It can be said that even when facing the White Bone Tathagata, he did not feel this way.

That kind of sadness was something he had never encountered before.

Very desperate!

Ji Liao carefully observed the bloodstain, thinking about its components and the secrets it contained.

That kind of power was really amazing. Ji Liao could even imagine that even a real immortal and Buddha would be helpless in the face of this power.

Perhaps the Bodhisattvas or Buddhas in the temple had encountered this power.

Ji Liao only found this little blood, and there was no other abnormality.

If so, it is a futon.

With the lessons taught by blood, Ji Liao was a little hesitant about whether to sit on the futon. Everything in the ancient temple was strange, and if he guessed correctly, the water outside was the yellow spring, and he was in the ancient temple and sandbank and it existed in the yellow spring.

This is enough to prove that the ancient temples and sandbanks must have mysterious power to protect them so that they can be safe and sound in the underworld.

That should be the power of Buddhism, because the peace and peace of the ancient temple and the ubiquitous light proved a little.

After exploring the ancient temple for a while, Ji Liao did not find any more.

He predicted with the Emperor's Sutra that he would get good results.

Should he trust his judgment and try the effect of the futon?

Ji Liao finally made up his mind that he should believe his prediction.

With great courage, he sat cross-legged on the futon.

Ji Liao smelled a fragrance.

The fragrance seemed to appear directly in his mind, relieving Ji Liao's worries and entering a deeper concentration.

He seemed to have experienced the state of mind of immortals and Buddhas. Under his infinite lifespan, he brought about emotional indifference, no hatred or friendship. Over the long time, many things became insignificant.

If someone insults me, scolds me, slanders me, you can ignore it, because those people will eventually become dust and are worth laughing at in the long years.

Or wake up and change the world, but the world is still so familiar, because life is an indifferent repetition.

What happens now will happen in the past, and what happened in the past will happen in the future.

What is happening in the world can be found similar in the past and future.

Life is originally nothing, but what is ridiculous is that the stupid sentient beings cannot see through this. They think the wonderful, the passionate blood, and the magnificent history cannot even be considered a wave in the long river of time.

Ji Liao's mood was changing bit by bit, and he seemed to have returned to the days when he was a grass.

No worries, no sorrow, no colorful world, but also lives your own life day by day.

Those days are not bad or good.

It seems that he should have lived that kind of life.

The sound of water rustled in his ears, and he seemed to turn back into a grass. The river water around him kept flowing day and night, making repeated sounds.

He does not know the beginning or end of this river, but it is always there, like itself.

Maybe everything he experienced in the human world was a bizarre dream.

He is still that grass and has not experienced reincarnation.

Ji Liao began to have thoughts in his mind. He used to be dreaming, but now he has woken up.

No, he didn't dream.

He has experienced separation, reluctance, and regret, and those are real.

A look appeared in Ji Liao's heart. The deepest memories were not about being able to remember them all the time, but about not being forgotten in the erosion of time.
Chapter completed!