Chapter 984

Western Regions

Big snow mountain

Dalun Temple

The old monk walked to the hall of the great wheel Ming king and took a look at the huge lotus throne that is still high but has long lost its meaning. At the beginning, when there was the man named king Da Lun Ming sitting on it, the Buddha sect could become an existence above the supremacy of imperial power for more than a thousand years.

Now the great wheel Ming king is gone, and the significance of Buddhism is actually gone. No matter how much you despise the king, you can't deny that the king has succeeded in one thing over the past 1000 years, that is to make everyone on the grassland think that the king is the Buddha sect and the Buddha sect is the king.

One side of the hall has collapsed, and the other side is still resplendent.

He looked to the broken side and recalled the huge red light that flashed by that day. That kind of power can never be countered by people, even if it is the only practitioner in the world like sang Luan.

"Do you really think that letting mengge lead troops eastward can solve everything?"

He asked.

The old monk knows he's here, always.

"Always do something, or my efforts over the years will not be in vain?"

An indifferent answer.

"However, the area you can control is langrushan, which is beyond your control. Even if you let mengge lead troops eastward, there are still too many unforeseen things. When sang Luan came, he told you that foreigners using firearms have invaded the Central Plains on the edge of the East Sea. Even if the balance you have worked hard to achieve for so many years has not been broken by your internal power, maybe It will break through external forces. "

The old monk seemed a little distracted. He walked slowly to the stone steps under the lotus throne and sat down.

"I have always believed that you are right. Although I also know that you want to maintain the appearance of the world because you are afraid, anyway, you are thinking for most people. If the previous world was really so terrible, there is nothing wrong with you to prevent that world from appearing."

"Am I afraid?"

There was some dissatisfaction in the voice, but soon, the voice came again: "yes, you're right, I'm afraid. If you've experienced all that, you'll be afraid, it's an unstoppable destruction. I'm the only survivor, so I must stop it from happening again."

"You are selfish."

The old monk couldn't help laughing: "cold selfishness, very interesting."

The voice paused for a long time, and then seemed to sigh: "it seems that I really can't let a person live too long. If I live too long, I will know a lot of things I shouldn't know. It seems that you have found something. Should I kill you immediately?"

"Whatever..."

The old monk moved his body. It seemed that the cold stone steps made him feel a little uncomfortable. But he is too old to move as long as he sits down.

"You're right. Although you always remain mysterious, I've lived in this temple on the mountain for so long, but I can't help but see through some. I didn't say it before because I didn't dare to say before and was afraid of death... Now I can almost count how many days I can live, so I'm not afraid."

"I want to know what you are..."

The old monk raised his head and searched the corner: "Sang Luan destroyed some things in the hall on the day he came, so your voice seemed more ethereal. I was thinking that there must be something in the hall that could send your voice out. At the moment sang Luan destroyed him, he understood that you were not alone, and I also understood. Just as the last curiosity before he died, can you tell me who you are What? "

The voice was silent again for a long time.

It didn't ring again until the old monk almost fell asleep: "After that disaster, there was no one alive in the world, not just people, not even a mouse or even an insect. You have seen such violent destructive power, but you can't feel it. If the mountain wasn't high enough and the temperature at the top of the mountain was low enough, I'm afraid I wouldn't survive. Fortunately, I chose to be here at the beginning It's because it's safe enough. No one is aware that there will be such a space in the mountain. "

"Yes, I'm not alone, but you don't need to know what I am. If you can't treat me as a person, it's the failure of my efforts over the years."

"Since you still don't want to say, I won't ask."

The old monk smiled, as if there was no disappointment.

"However, I have a more curious question, not about you, but about people."

"What?"

Asked the voice.

"Physique"

The old monk sat up straight and looked solemn: "people can practice. People with different physiques practice in different ways and have different levels. If people are equal, why do they have different physiques? If you tell me that you made these different physiques, I believe it."

"Not me"

The voice answered simply, "yes... The sequelae of the war."

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"The aftermath of war?"

The old monk didn't understand this sentence, and his knowledge couldn't understand the meaning behind it. Now in this temple in this mountain, the old monk is the closest person to "him" and the one who knows the most things beyond the world, but there are some things that the old monk still can't understand.

"I can't explain to you."

There was some impatience in the voice: "in short, those absolutely powerful weapons in the war will have an impact on everything after destroying the world. The light you see and the spreading storm all carry a very special material and change something in the world."

The old monk didn't understand, but he didn't intend to ask again, because he really didn't understand these words and didn't understand them at all.

"So, what is the vitality of heaven and earth?"

The old monk asked, "you said that in the past, there was no one in that world to practice, and there was no vitality of heaven and earth in the world. Although the disaster destroyed people and all living creatures, not even one tree was left, the place was still this place. Why did the vitality of heaven and earth appear after the disaster passed?"

"Or because of the war."

The voice replied: "After the war, this place was returned to zero. That is to say, everything here was gone and started again. The earth and sky were also greatly traumatized. No one can repair them, only they can repair themselves. Over the long years, the earth and sky began to drain out what could hurt them and make up for the injury with the purest air Mark. "

"Many, many years later, those poisonous and harmful things left in the earth and air are finally removed. At this time, the earth and sky are all new. There is no residual poison left by the last human society. The purest things contain the power of nature."

"This is the vitality of heaven and earth."

"Why didn't the world before?"

The old monk asked again.

"Yes"

The voice answered positively: "But it's exhausted... We don't know how many cycles there are on this land. It may take tens of thousands of years or only thousands of years for human beings to emerge and perish. At first, when human beings appeared, the earth was pure air, just like now. But as people began to become smarter and smarter, they created more and more things that were good for human beings but destroyed this land, The pure vitality of heaven and earth was gradually corroded and then disappeared. "

"I remember..."

After a pause, the voice continued: "When the last world existed, there were practitioners when there were no firearms. The more ancient and primitive the society, the greater the ability of practitioners. Thousands of years before the destruction of human beings in the last world, it was called the mythical age. At that time, there were a large number of practitioners with extremely powerful cultivation. They even had the ability to move mountains and reclaim the sea His great power is called God. "

"Maybe, like people now, they are the remnants of the destruction of the last world, which has changed people's physique, so there are practitioners who surpass normal people. However, as people rely more and more on weapons and tools, they gradually make themselves more and more lazy, and fewer people are willing to practice. Later, they can't practice because there is no Tiandi yuan Gas. "

"There have been no practitioners since about 300 years before the destruction of the last world."

After hearing this, the old monk nodded thoughtfully: "you mean, if you don't stop it, it won't be long before there will be no vitality in the world when firearms are widely used?"

"Yes"

The voice was a little tired. The tone of "he" was not stiff, but it just made people feel unnatural. The old monk suddenly thought of a word. He didn't know whether it was right or not, but he felt it was more appropriate. Imitation... He felt that all the feelings in that voice were not the voice's own, but imitated.

"I see."

The old monk slowly breathed a sigh of relief and sorted out his thoughts: "You mean, because of development, people began to rely more and more on tools rather than themselves, so that people's physique became worse and worse. When this development reached the extreme, war came and destruction came. Then everything was... Zero and started again. People began to appear again, learned to practice in the pure world, and then many years later, people began to practice again This destruction, so repeated. "

"Maybe... Yes."

The voice's answer was a little uncertain.

"Why aren't you sure?"

The old monk asked, "what you said just now is not so uncertain."

"Because the world has changed now, what I have changed is not to let the world develop freely. I have promoted the emergence of practitioners and blocked the emergence of firearms. Therefore, I don't know whether reincarnation will appear."

"You are very tired."

The old monk smiled and asked, "the last curiosity... Am I the original me?"

In fact, he already knew the answer to this question, but he was unwilling.

"No"

The voice answered quickly and didn't give the old monk another second of fantasy time.

"The original you and King Dalun Ming were people of the same period. When sang Luan began to fight in the world, there were several special people under his hand, one of whom was king Dalun Ming and the other was the ancestor of the golden family. The original you were also one of Sang Luan's first men."

"But he didn't recognize me."

I don't understand.

"I changed your appearance, because the original you... Are really ugly. Although you have a very strange and great physique, your appearance is really ugly. When I separated your physique and created other you, I changed it a little to make you very beautiful. Your physique can ensure that each of you separated will maintain the particularity of your physique, that's it People who have just separated have certain strength and will continue to evolve. "

"What a surprise..."

The old monk sighed.

"Can't think of anything?"

Asked the voice.

"You're not human. Why do you care so much about your face?"

The voice paused and suddenly smiled, "because I regard you as my body and I am a person's body. I have to be more beautiful."