high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 241

A little bit of cold light burst out from between Baishu's eyebrows first, and immediately, the rippling mysterious light was like a sea, and all of them showed movement.

His body seemed to be pierced through, and wisps of great light shot out, like a mountain torrent bursting a dike, shining brightly like the sun, covering and suppressing the flames of the dead city heavily, bright and majestic, radiant to the four poles.

The moment the pure and pure Chilong True Qi is born in the body, there is a distinction between clear and turbid.

Nine-nine 81 Dao Qing Qi and Wu Wu 25 Dao Turbid Qi, these innate essences, whether clear or turbid, are stagnated in the Niwan Palace, and every time you breathe out, they will lead some chaotic Qi to vibrate slightly and circulate slowly whole body.

Qi has no image at all, it can be clear, it can be turbid, it can be dark, and it can be brilliant.

However, when the Heart Sutra breathes out the true qi, it is inevitable that the qi, which has no image and no fixedness, will be stained with various colors.

The Vajra Realm claims that the heavens have no leaks, which is to cut off the turbid qi of the body, return from the acquired to the innate, and prove the precious body without leaks.

This move is related to the success or failure of the Dao, the appearance of the diamond, and ordinary people's chopping, it is nothing but cautious and fearful.

I am afraid that a ray of clear qi will be cut off, and I am also afraid that there will be a trace of turbid qi left behind.

But in front of the property panel, you just need to press the "+" lightly.

Everything after that will fall into place.

There is no suspense.

Originally breaking through King Kong, it is extremely difficult for martial arts to cut the turbidity.

At this moment, it is as easy as eating and drinking.

Even without the urging of Baishu's mind, the great light in the body differentiated into a blade, which cut through the 25 channels of turbid energy and cut them out of the body one by one.

Immediately.

There was a soft bang in the back of his head.

It was as if someone held a small jade clock and tapped it lightly.

Consciousness fell into the boundless emptiness, emptiness, nothing existed, like the moment when all phenomena first formed.

Bai Shu, who had just completed chopping the turbidity, was not astonished, and the silent Vientiane became agitated again.

The waves of memory are churning, the old events, the past events, the scenes that have been fleeting in the mind, those things that have been silent for a long time, gradually become clear and vivid, manifesting a real shape.

On the eve of the time travel, everyone was dazed and anxious, the pain of being whipped by Zhao Xiu himself, the ecstasy of being shocked by the attribute panel, and the panic of the appearance of a living corpse.

The dragon palace sword beheaded Chen Jizi, and Jiang Yaoshi was crushed on the battlefield. He had seen the terrifying scene of thousands of troops flowing down, the flesh and blood rotting into mud, and he had also entered and left Qingming with a brilliant sword.

Life and death, practice, martial arts, all kinds of emotions are turbulent.

On the roof of the Cangyue Building, the big tiles were illuminated by the sun that day, like a large sparkling lake.

The sudden freeze frame made Bai Shu lose his mind for a rare moment.

Rows of glazed tiles are dazzling, and the halo makes everything brighter. On the top of the head, there is a gentle halo slowly falling.

"You can't use Huoleizi, it will attract other living corpses."

He saw the little girl with messy hair pursed her lips and spoke seriously to himself with strange and unfamiliar emphasis.

"I know you."

With a serious face, she nodded affirmatively to herself.

So real, so close, like the scene of meeting for the first time.

In his memory, the embarrassed young man who vomited blood and was vigilant and his current self seemed to overlap.

Downstairs in Cangyue Tower, Bai Shu raised his head high, beside him lay the head nurse who had been shot to death with an arrow.

"how is this possible……"

The flames in Baishu's golden pupils flickered, then dimmed slightly.

"It's been a long time..."

Bai Shu smiled slowly, then shook his head again.

In this world of illusion or mental imagery, he could even hear the sound of the flowing wind, and the countless small white flowers of the almond tree were swept up into the sky and blown into a misty one.

"I like those with long breasts and thighs..."

Xie Fanjing's face was so close, it was as beautiful as jade, Bai Shu looked at her and murmured in his heart:

"When did I change my preference?"

He paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed at himself and remained silent.

Everywhere is clear and desolate, and in the vagueness, Bai Shu's field of vision is infinitely enlarged and extended. He is thrown thousands of miles away in an instant, but he is still in every land thousands of miles away.

Bai Shu seemed to see the ebb and flow of the tide in the South China Sea, and the red-faced monk rode the waves, and every step gave birth to a vacuum lotus; in the desolate and lonely Dayin Mountain, Song Chi was holding the "Book of Rites", with sadness and joy on his face, and his expression was uncertain. In the city of Fenyin, Tie Zhu's cheeks were rounded a lot. He secretly hid behind the curtain of the cloth shop, watching the women shopping for vegetables on the street, his legs trembling like sifting chaff.

The field of view turned again, and it switched again.

In the Great Zen Temple, Wu Xian sat on a high platform, with golden clouds and bright pearls floating out of his side, he faced the monks calmly, his lips moved slightly, and the wave dragon between his brows walked slowly; Strange beasts are walking on the Tongjiang River, stepping on the waves; the sky in Fengshan is bright, and all the bald heads are gathering together to play and play.

now.

In the small village, the god-legged monk who was cooking porridge was suddenly startled. He raised his head, his eyes stretched thousands of miles away.

"Achieved King Kong."

The divine foot monk took out the last unburned dry firewood and extinguished it in the ash pit.

Beside him stood Wang Qiuyi and Lord Qingli who had a miserable face and was full of complaints.

"interesting."

Wang Qiuyi narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled.

"There's a fart!"

Qingli Jun cursed in a low voice in his heart, but he still dared not speak out.

At this moment, Bai Shu's field of vision finally froze.

Baimao Mountain, in the warm southern country, the snow has stopped early.

The little girl is holding a big fat cat of various colors, sleepy-eyed on the desk, and her little head is biting.

Bai Shu watched silently for a long time, then suddenly closed her eyes.

"Disperse!"

He stretched out his hand and flicked it, as if he wanted to sweep away all the sundries and ashes before the case was settled.

Scatter!

Faintly, there is a voice that is softly matched.

There are no mountains, no lakes and seas, no city walls, and no living beings.

A nine-story ladder was born under his feet. In the boundless darkness, Bai Shu climbed up the steps step by step, his body glowing brightly.

Every time he took a step, his body made the crisp sound of eggshells breaking, and great light was released majesticly from the mouth, nose, acupuncture points, and from every pore.

"Put green seedlings all over the field with your hands, and you can see the sky in the water when you bow your head.

Only when the six roots are clean can one become enlightened, and stepping back turns out to be moving forward. "

He sang a Zen poem in a low voice, and walked up the last step with a smile.

Boom boom boom! ! ! ! ! !

The heavens and the earth were filled with loud bangs, and all mental images disappeared in the loud sound.

In the void, a flawless body, cast like light and sculpted by diamond, stretched out its hand with a smile on its face.

Majestic, bright, clear, clean...

Majestic and heavy as Mount Sumeru, Bai Shu, who radiated great light all over his body, slowly raised his head. He was like a celestial being. There has never been anyone more like a celestial being than him at this moment.

Between his brows, a broken golden lotus is slowly emerging.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He spoke to the white-clothed monk who suddenly manifested in front of him, his voice was like thunder thrown by a god from the clouds.

(End of this chapter)