Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 3756 Sherabhi Sutra!

The channels intertwined with raging fire gradually spread out.

When Ling Feng and the others came to their senses, the flames suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding environment also changed from the street where they had just entered the city to a bluestone brick road outside the Temple of Immortality.

The temple is magnificent and tall, more than tens of feet high, and on the left and right sides, there is a statue of the same height.

The one on the left holds a sword in his right hand and holds a pagoda in his left hand. He has red hair and beard, and his upper body is bare, like a fierce god.

The one on the right, with his right hand pointing to the sky and his left to the ground, has a pale face and black hair, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, with a kind appearance.

The only thing they have in common is probably the exact same inscription on the center of the eyebrows, which seems to be some kind of ancient script, and even Ling Feng has never seen it in any ancient books.

When Ling Feng was staring at the two tall statues in a daze, Elder Ziyun lightly touched Ling Feng's shoulder with his elbow, and whispered: "Boy, how did you escape? Under Immortal Emperor Ting's nose! Even that one thought you were dead, yet you are standing here alive, it's really unbelievable."

"There are twists and turns in it, and I can't explain it clearly in a few words."

Ling Feng was helpless for a while. It was nothing more than setting up so many inexplicable rules in this ghost place. The man in the hood could clearly not sense any fluctuations in his cultivation, but he could see through his disguise at a glance.

You know, even Elder Ziyun, who has practiced alchemy with him day and night for such a long time, has not been able to see through it!

Also, the man in the hood had to repeat "Siravi" almost every sentence. Could it be that Saravi is not alone?

"If you can't speak clearly in a few words, then speak slowly!"

Elder Ziyun obviously didn't have any hostility towards Ling Feng's identity as a "remnant of the Dao of Heaven", but was just curious about how Ling Feng could deceive Immortal Emperor Yi Ting and survive in a disguised form.

"Let's talk about it later when we have a chance."

Ling Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but it seemed that no matter who he was, Elder Ziyun should still regard him as a companion.

This point is already very rare.

After all, the words Remnants of Heaven and Dao are equivalent to "rats crossing the street" above the Immortal Domain. If others find out and don't arrest me to claim credit for the reward, I'm afraid they will stay away from me and dare not mess with me. relation.

"Everyone, please follow me."

The hooded man leading the way raised his palm and swiped lightly, and the gate of the temple opened with a bang.

Then, the black horse with burning flames on its four hooves galloped towards the air, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

This place is really full of weirdness everywhere.

That black horse didn't seem to exude the slightest breath of a monster, but it was able to directly connect different spaces with its horseshoe.

Based on this alone, it is much, much better than the trivial laws of space and time that I have spent so much time researching.

The hooded man remained expressionless, and led Ling Feng and the others into the temple.

At this time, in the temple, there are still many people who wear the same clothes as the hooded man. Three or five people form a team and go in and out of the open passage of the temple. The street vendors at the door are like pedestrians, doing that strange posture of worship.

It's just that they didn't chant "Song My Sirabhi".

Moreover, these people seemed to be the same as the hooded man who led Ling Feng and the others in, with flat expressions on their faces, or...

They didn't show any expression.

It seems that everyone is just busy with something mechanically, and has lost their so-called self.

Not long after, the hooded man led Ling Feng and his party into a large hall.

On the four walls of the main hall, there are some strange scriptures engraved.

Ling Feng took a cursory glance, and was surprised to find that although he could not understand the handwriting of these scriptures at all, every time he looked at them, he seemed to have some inexplicable feelings.

It was as if, after going through a reincarnation, an extremely complicated and wonderful life.

"The scriptures in the hall are the "Siravi Sutra". After you have met King Sirabhi, everyone will get a full copy of the scriptures."

The man in the hood said lightly.

"Siravi Sutra? King Saravi?"

Ling Feng's eyes fixed, this guy finally said some valuable information.

Just when Ling Feng wanted to continue asking, on the four walls of the hall, those scriptures seemed to come alive, and countless inscriptions were transformed into imprints, hovering in the sky above the hall.

After a while, those inscriptions all gathered together and turned into a very complicated phantom.

The strange thing is that the face of that shadow re-transforms every once in a while, as if there are endless faces.

"Siravi, is the appearance of thousands of people, the appearance of all living beings, no self, no appearance!"

The hooded man folded his hands in front of his chest again, and worshiped the shadow in midair.

Ling Feng took a deep breath, and although he was still in a foggy state at the moment, he still bowed to the "King Shirabhi" and said respectfully: "Young Ling Feng, you have strayed into this innocent place. Fallen City, I hope that seniors will not take offense."

"Whoever comes is coming, and whoever is going is going. Now that it has come, what difference does it make if it is entered by mistake?"

The figure of King Sherabhi slowly descended from the sky.

His appearance is sometimes male, sometimes female, sometimes old, sometimes young.

And soon, Ling Feng discovered that when his real appearance changed, even his voice changed accordingly.

Perhaps, as the hooded man said, this King Sherabhi has no form or form at all.

He is not a physical being, but only an incarnation of the Sirabhi Sutta.

Since he embarked on the journey of cultivation, Ling Feng has experienced countless storms and is used to seeing all kinds of incredible things.

But today, after seeing this "King Sirabhi", I still felt an unbelievable feeling.

"You... are you a man or a woman?"

Elder Ziyun opened his eyes wide and stared at King Sherabhi. The existence in front of him was obviously beyond her cognition.

"No self, no human, no living beings, no life."

King Sherabhi's appearance was constantly changing, and his voice was constantly switching, but there was a detached and comfortable aura of a wise man in his voice, but it never changed.

"If you have never been attached, why bother with appearances!"

King Shiluovi said, if Ling Feng had realized something, it would be like hearing a wonderful sound.

"Thank you senior for your enlightenment!"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, although he still felt that the city of Infinity was weird everywhere, but King Sherabhi seemed to be really a wise man who transcended the mundane world.

"All living beings have the root of wisdom, and Siravi is only guiding them to enlightenment."

The figure of King Shiluovi flashed, and suddenly appeared in front of Ling Feng again, and said lightly: "You seem to have many questions."

"Yes."

Ling Feng nodded, "Until now, this junior still seems to be in a dream."

"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity, and should be viewed in this way." King Sherabhi smiled slightly, "How do you know that reality is not illusion? How do you know that illusion is not reality?"

"Senior has great detachment, great wisdom, and a high level of realm. Naturally, the younger generation cannot be compared."

Ling Feng took a deep breath, and asked in a deep voice: "The younger generation entered the City of Immortality from the outside world, but learned from a brother in the city that he and the younger generation lived in different eras. Could it be that the younger generation didn't mean to Among them, reverse time and space, and return to the past of the city of no fall?"

"The past, the present, the future, to you is the past, but to others, it may be the future. To others, it is the past, to you, it may be the future."

King Sherabhi said indifferently: "The city of no fall exists outside of time and space. If someone who is destined enters the city of no fall, it may be the past for you, or the future for you. My friend thinks of himself Without the center, there is the past and the future. Without the self, there is no past and no future.”

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched, although what King Sherabhi said was very mysterious, but Ling Feng still roughly understood what he meant.

That is to say, the people who came to this city of infallibility may have the past before them, or the future after them.

This is different from the simple one-way return to the past time and space before.

So, maybe what the peddler at the gate of the city said, once you get in, you can't get out, these words may not be alarmist.

Thinking of this, Ling Feng hurriedly asked again: "Senior, is it really possible to enter or not to exit this City of Immortality?"

"The answer is in the Sherabhi Sutra."

King Siravi did not answer Ling Feng's words directly, but said indifferently: "On the day you understand the scriptures, you will naturally understand everything. There is no cage in the world, and you can come out naturally if you can enter. However, you are limited by yourself for the rest of your life. , I am the fan cage."

"so……"

Ling Feng pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Dare to ask senior, if anyone left before this."

King Sherabhi shook his head slightly, his appearance changed into a young woman, and he said with a coquettish smile, "No."

"Heh... Thank you senior for telling the truth."

Ling Feng couldn't help but smiled wryly. Could it be that there was really no other way to go out?

"Do you have any other questions, kid?"

King Sherabhi turned into an old man again, looking at Ling Feng kindly.

"Nothing."

Ling Feng's face was a little slumped, and King Sherabhi looked at the others again, and asked indifferently: "What about you, you can ask any questions you have."

"no!"

Elder Ziyun muttered in a low voice: "I can't even get out, so why ask a fart!"

As for Yu Shiwei and the others, they also shook their heads. What they wanted to ask was basically Ling Feng's question.

"Okay, Jia Luoye, you take them to get the scriptures."

King Sherabhi's voice fell, and the figure dispersed again, transforming into countless inscriptions, and disappeared on the wall of the hall.

Ling Feng took a deep breath and looked at the man in the hood. It turns out that these people also have their own names.

Galaya, what a strange name.

However, the whole city of Unfallen is full of weirdness everywhere, and Ling Feng has gradually gotten used to it.

Although according to King Nasaravi, it seems that no one has ever been able to leave here, but since he said that there is an answer in the "Siravi Sutra", then if you want to leave here, you can only go to delve into it. this scripture.

(End of this chapter)