Chapter 927

When Fang Xie talked with Yang Jian by the river, many things happened in other places.

Dongjiang is fighting, and there is blood on the coastline.

Chang'an is fighting, and there is blood under the city wall.

Meng Yuan

The man in white walked slowly and disappeared. Goodbye, is far away. It's just that the time to see him is not the same as before.

He didn't walk long from the Central Plains to the grassland.

When the sun rose, he walked to camel city. When the sun set, he went to the king's court. When the sun rose again, he was already at the foot of the big snow mountain.

I don't know how long he hasn't slept. Maybe he doesn't need to sleep long ago. But his face is tired. Even for people like him, it doesn't seem to have no effect to stay awake for so many days. He was just a little anxious to see what was changing the world all the time.

If he found out the truth, his accomplishments began to appear more than a thousand years ago.

Perhaps no one in the world wants to know the truth more urgently than him. He had reached such a high place that what he saw was far from what ordinary people saw. The longer he lived, the more he felt that something in the world was controlling people's direction.

He has done many things over the years, and everything is just for a goal.

Find this thing around the world and see what he is.

When he knew that freedom came from the west, he suddenly thought of something and understood something. So he came and had to come. He left in a hurry, even more anxious. Along the way, an idea always came out of his mind, even if he didn't want to think about it, he couldn't suppress it.

He thought he might be dying.

He has been pursuing the truth, but he suddenly thought, if the truth comes, will he die?

When he reached the foot of the snow mountain, he looked up at the towering building halfway up the mountain.

Dalun Temple

The man in White asked himself, are you afraid of death? If you are afraid of death, it should be too late to turn around and go now. If you are not afraid of death, don't hesitate to go up that mountain. Then he was surprised to find that he was still afraid of death. So... He stepped up the stone steps.

Originally, fear of death does not mean retreat.

It seemed that he knew he was coming. The bell rang in the big wheel temple for a long time. On the snow capped mountains that remain unchanged all year round, it seems that it is only when the bell is remembered that it is somewhat popular. The man in white listened to the bell as he walked, as if there was something obscure in it.

No matter in winter, summer, spring and autumn, there is always only white above the hillside of the big snow mountain. In the past, when the incense of Dalun temple was at its peak, the White was dotted with yellow monk clothes and red cassocks. After the Mongolian Yuan golden family destroyed the Buddha, although the Dalun temple has not fallen down, it seems that it has been taken away by the war.

The Dalun temple is built on mountains and rocks. No matter from a distance, it can be called uncanny workmanship. It seems that only the gods of heaven can make such works of art... From a distance, the whole temple seems to be carved without any human spirit.

The man in white didn't go out very far as before, but climbed up step by step. Here, he didn't want to waste any more effort. This is a wonderful and strange place. This place has a supreme position for a thousand years.

When walking up the mountain, ordinary people will have an impulse to kneel down and kowtow.

But the man in white suddenly wanted to tear it down. It was clean and thorough. Then he thought of Yang Qi, a young man who seemed to see better than him. The man in white suddenly thought whether Yang Qi had seen through something earlier than himself, so that he was so paranoid that he wanted to kill the king of Dalun Ming and destroy the temple.

Whether it is or not.

The man in white knew that he had embarked on the same road as Yang Qi.

Mountain Gate Opening

Hundreds of monks walked out slowly and put their hands together when they walked. After they came out, they stood on both sides silently, as if welcoming the man in white with the most solemn etiquette. But there was no expression on their faces, no joy or disgust.

Nothing there?

The man in white knows that these monks, known as golden monk soldiers, are immortal.

"It's no use."

The man in white murmured, then raised his hand and sprinkled forward. The action was so natural and ordinary. It's like a farmer sprinkling seeds, just like a peasant woman sprinkling chicken food. But such a simple and ordinary action makes people feel like a god casting a spell. What is spilled is not seeds or chicken food, but Shenhui.

He stretched out his hand and sprinkled forward.

The hundreds of golden monk soldiers died.

So easy.

The golden monk soldiers are not living people. They may have died a long time ago, but their bodies have not been tranquil. Instead, they have been made into one of the most ferocious weapons of the Buddha sect. This time, they didn't really die. They died completely.

With the hand sprinkling of the man in white, the heads of the two golden monk soldiers closest to him immediately burst open. This is just a beginning. Like dominoes, the heads burst open in order from near to far, all the way to the gate of Dalun temple. If we can ignore the fact that the head exploded, we can also imagine the scene as a welcome firecracker.

It's just that this firecracker is a little expensive.

There are hundreds of golden monk soldiers called immortal. In this way, all of them died... These hundreds of golden monks and soldiers survived after the war of killing Buddha by Mongolia and Yuan Dynasty, and most of them were destroyed in that war. In order to eradicate these golden monks and soldiers, Mongolian Yuan Khan Kuo Ketai mengge gathered many practitioners. Today, in the eyes of men in white, those golden monks and soldiers are like beautiful porcelain, which will break in a dozen.

no

These golden monk soldiers don't look beautiful either.

Ugly porcelain.

The man in white stepped on the wreckage of the ground to the gate of Dalun temple, but his feet were not stained with any dirt. The door was open and no one stopped it.

He walked in.

So I saw a big freedom.

……

……

Isn't great freedom in the Central Plains? Isn't it around Yang Jian, the founding emperor of the Sui Dynasty?

Why are you in the big wheel temple? Is he much faster than the man in white? Last mover first mover? If so, how terrible is freedom?

The man in white didn't think there was anything terrible, but nodded in relief.

"There is one here."

He said.

This is a great freedom in white monk's clothes, which is the same as the one who changed into a purple royal coat around Yang Jian. It has a face more perfect than a stunning woman and a pure and flawless temperament like a lotus. Of course, there are shocking accomplishments.

however

The man in white, not Fang Xie, Xiang qingniu or Yang Jian, came across from the big freedom.

In Tonggu academy, so many abnormal characters are not convinced of each other. The reason why such a group of people can gather and discuss some things calmly is that they are afraid of the man in white, although almost none of the people in Tonggu academy have seen him.

"Someone asked me to tell you you shouldn't have come."

Big comfortable put his hands together, slightly nodded and said after saluting the man in white.

"Someone?"

The man in white smiled with disdain: "is it really human?"

Big freedom also smiled, and seemed to be amused by the man in White's rhetorical question: "so... Are you human?"

The man in white actually nodded very seriously: "I'm human"

Da Zi shook his head seriously: "you are not human... People can't live for a thousand years. In the eyes of ordinary people, even if you only show one tenth of your accomplishments, they will kneel down and sincerely kowtow and regard you as God. You are already God. Why do you say you are human?"

The man in white replied, "because people are good, God is not good."

Such a dialogue seems meaningless. It's like two children are discussing something, one good and the other bad. They stubbornly think they are right, but no one can make sense. You say people are good, he says God is good, why is it good? Whatever, he thinks he's right anyway.

"If others say people are good and God is bad, I must say he is an idiot."

Da Zi said, "but it's you who said this, so I can't say you're an idiot. It's not because you have extraordinary wisdom, nor because you live older than the big wheel Ming king, but because I can't beat you."

"Is great freedom the same as great freedom?"

The man in white suddenly asked.

Big freedom was silent for a long time, then shook his head: "someone told me that there are no two identical leaves in the world. Even if they look the same on the surface, if you look carefully, you will find some differences in the context. Leaves are different from leaves, so big freedom and big freedom are also different."

"What's different?"

The man in White asked again.

After thinking about it, Da Zi replied, "I'm smarter."

The man in white couldn't help laughing: "you are really a lovely big freedom."

Big freedom asked, "so you don't kill me, do you?"

"Wrong."

The man in white shook his head: "how could I not kill you? I killed the hundreds of golden monk soldiers at the gate of Dalun Temple because the so-called God you said wanted to tell me that there can be things without them. The golden monk soldiers should not have appeared, but he got them out. Then I killed those golden monk soldiers to tell him... No, there can be things without them."

He pointed to great freedom: "you shouldn't have something, so you can not."

Big comfortable's face changed and wanted to step back.

But he couldn't retreat, because his reaction and cultivation were too far from that of the man in white. He hadn't had time to move his feet, and his head burst. Just like those golden monks and soldiers outside the temple, it's like inserting a firecracker into a watermelon and lighting it.

Da Zizi went on, turned a small door, walked through a path with high walls on both sides, and then came to the suspended hall. From here, go up the stone steps embedded in the cliffs, and you can enter the Ming King's hall, the place where Da Lun temple really represents its status.

however

Just below the hanging stone steps.

The man in white saw another big freedom.

yes

Another one.

So the man in white frowned and whispered two words: "it's annoying."

He raised his hand and the big free man standing opposite quickly waved his hand: "I have another question. Will you kill me after asking?"

After a moment of silence, the man in White said, "I don't think what you asked will be a good question... But I'll give you this opportunity to ask."

"You just said..."

Da Zi said: "just now, someone outside wanted to tell you that those golden monk soldiers can exist if they shouldn't exist. When you killed me, you said that those who shouldn't exist can become non-existent even if they exist... So I want to ask you, do you... Should you exist?"

The expression of the man in white was obviously a little stiff.

There was something very confused in his eyes, which gradually came out and covered his eyes. This sentence seemed to touch the most vulnerable place in the white man's heart and hit him with a blow.

"Should I... Exist?"

The man in white waved, and the big freedom in front of him was immediately opened.

"So I need to go up and ask."

The man in white stepped over the free body and climbed the hanging stone steps slowly.

Ming Wang Dian

It's in the clouds.