Chapter 144

Lu Zhengkang sat on the high platform in the depth of the Dharma hall.

It's time.

Xiangshu has summoned him in the dark.

Inside and outside the Dharma hall with wide open windows and doors are full of Buddhists and Taoists.

These bald heads stand quietly, like wooden poles poking on stone slabs, like a group of speechless plants, like migratory birds gliding in the wind. They are both quiet and full of emotion.

All day.

All day long, before the sun rose, Lu Zhengkang was sitting on a high platform, while the believers stood watching him.

Up to now, the red sun is falling.

The sunlight comes in from the tall square window frames, dissolves the golden and clear diagonal columns in the shadow of the house, in which the dust collides, sinks and floats, either leaves the light column, or enters, or returns Who can tell? Can they tell by themselves?

There is a light shining on the high platform. Lu Zhengkang has completely got rid of the definition of human beings in such sunshine and eyes. He will be a kind of higher level existence.

Through his body, we can see him above.

Lu Zhengkang's heart was full of delirium, and gradually weakened his sense of self - reporting.

A little bit weaker.

So, it's time.

In the quiet world of Dharma, Lu Zhengkang's throat rolls, low thunder comes from his chest, enlightens the deaf, shakes the house and rustles the mountains.

Surging on the edge, the fate of the spring.

So the soul suddenly flew out and floated high.

Lu Zhengkang feels the shallow world carefully.

The believers chanted his name.

"There is no Bodhisattva in the south."

Surrounded by the incarnation of light light light, at the end of the last, he caught a kind of inspiration, raised his left hand to the East. The fingertip is just at the edge of the light column, with a shimmering star shining into everyone's heart. It's not a finger. It's a torch and a lighthouse.

The earthly body just sits, points, and slowly disappears, just like the shadow in the light, the dark existence is dispelled, everything returns to the original appearance, the original appearance of nothing.

Some people have tears, some have compassion, and of course some have uncontrollable joy

It was Lu Zhengkang's last thought before he left the world that his vivid faces grew up on rigid and meaningless bodies.

Shangyuan, the great Shangyuan, is a description of the foundation of the universe, an individual and a whole.

Deep upper polymer, the surface layer forms the world, what is deep?

Lu Zhengkang's bead on the edge of a slight shock, suddenly those bad luck away, rolling ashes into a face - vivid face, but no body, is some oval things, they around Lu Zhengkang, turn, set off the edge of the vortex, revealing the deep pit valley.

The boundless and endless pit Valley ends below the surface and beyond all forms of expression.

But in Lu Zhengkang's understanding ability, there is a concrete appearance of existence. He refers to the deep existence, Xiangshu.

"You! Here we are... "

Lu Zhengkang is a little bit of Mars. He floats on the shining sea, the huge storm on the sea, the turbulence on those faces, and under the whirlpool, a huge body shows the signs of ferocity, with ten arms, eight faces, iron body, copper head, red hair, long arms and sharp claws.

There are eight faces and one hundred eyes, happy, angry, sad, afraid, uncanny, greedy, crazy and epileptic. Countless deep feelings struggle and twist on the face. The dazzling and fine eyes blink regularly, and the crystal like eye mask is covered with a layer of weird eyes, just like the dirt of the old people.

Each of the ten arms holds ten magic swords. However, nine of them are intact, with only one remaining blade.

There was a huge mouth of tusks between the chest and abdomen, and the lead gray gums oozed with black blood, which slipped from the pale fangs.

The big mouth opens, and it's another whirlpool. The corridor of flesh and blood leads to the downfall. Lu Zhengkang actually sees countless climbing human bodies.

"Die! Die! Die They are surging like waves, with hoarse and terrifying high notes.

The upper bead of Lu Zhengkang is like a fire.

He is already a character like Langyue, but Xiangshu is like the real deep space of the universe.

Xiangshu said that he should submit -- who can not?

It's too high to go up, but too thick to go down.

But Lu Zhengkang didn't believe it.

Is his existence just used to acknowledge some established things?

The grand newspaper slowly appeared.

If Xiangshu is darkness and evil, then retribution is mixture and nature.

A big dream in a previous life.

The honor of this life.

The golden light around the newspaper faded slightly, revealing a face

All eyes have one face.

Empty Knight!

"Miso --!"Bone nail out of sheath!

Familiar feeling, familiar feeling!

"Chop!"

Under a nail, there will be a storm!

At the upper edge of the surge, the wall of the vortex shrinks, and a little bit of light is pushing against a mountain, squeezing into the place behind the vortex.

……

Lu Zhengkang looked at Xiangshu calmly.

The bone nail in his hand was in his chest, and they were falling.

Deep in the upper margin, the foundation of the universe.

Countless messages turn into whispers in the ear, which are basically incomprehensible.

He has reached reincarnation.

Reincarnation is a circle. The outside comes in, and the inside comes out.

The dead soul is just a passer-by in reincarnation. It is mainly responsible for the renewal and rotation of Shangyuan.

Lu Zhengkang felt that his upper bead was imprisoned layer upon layer.

The soul of Quan Hongming is also there.

Just in time, wash the bad luck here.

Reincarnation is an objective phenomenon. Lu Zhengkang is eager to understand its operation and master this power.

Only in this way, he can make the pure land pearl have endless attributes, rather than a greedy monster.

Xiangshu also stares at Lu Zhengkang. He was hit by a bone nail and couldn't move, so he looked at Lu Zhengkang with a strange look.

It's like being watched by a judge.

"You are resisting fate! You are all thieves! Only this seat obeys the way of heaven and takes charge of destruction! "

Lu Zhengkang quietly listened to the whispers in his ears, and he did not forget to say: "go on, I'm listening."

And Xiangshu really said a few words, "the power of painting is limited, I want to destroy this world, everything will be renewed!"

"You, little monk, and the little blacksmith, you are fishing for fame, you will perish forever!"

Lu Zhengkang said sarcastically, "it's up to you to act on behalf of the heaven."

The murmur in my ear accentuated.

Lu Zhengkang was aware of the existence of the third person in the upper margin.

He's bigger, no, not bigger, higher!

Transcendence is the cause of all things.

The countless voices echoed in Lu Zhengkang's heart.

"I see."

Xiangshu was furious, "no! Why choose him! This seat is the only one! "

As soon as he earned it, he suddenly broke the shackles and threw Lu Zhengkang away. As soon as he turned around and disappeared, he seemed to be a husband who found an affair and rushed home.

Lu Zhengkang slowly closed his eyes.

Knowledge, mystery, history.

He wants to know.

But he could not understand the mysterious knowledge, which was accepted by the newspaper.

He is growing up here. He wants to go deeper into reincarnation, even if it makes his reincarnation risky.

……

"You go."

A little soul is floating away from samsara.

……

A few familiar souls came here.

It's sun lichai and them.

Following the positive connection, they continue to move forward to a world they can't understand.

Ben led the other thirteen.

Because he opened some tianyantong, he could see the upper edge.

This place is like the deep sea, full of turbulence, and it is extremely difficult to go further.

A terrible monster appeared on the road ahead of them.

"The smell of the little monk! Eat you! Let him know what pain is

The souls trembled.

You can't get away with your big hands.

Sharp claws are about to kill them all.

One punch in the air!

"How bold!"

Bai yingruyu's big boxing hit Xiangshu's ferocious face and beat him away.

Then he opened his fist and picked up some souls.

Get out of the water.

A light is shining.

They all saw it.

Solemn face, beautiful antlers.

Between the antlers, a little Pearl like the pure white sun hanging high.