Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 490 The Realm of No Self
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The moment the tennis ball came into contact with the racket, four light white bands of air swirled around the tennis ball at a high speed, interspersed with light blue sword air, which was extremely contrasting.

stab-

The escaping air flow pierced Asahina's body, and the sound of clothes being torn was heard, and the exposed skin was instantly lacerated, and blood beads continued to emerge from it, and even his face was cut open several times, Blood began to soak out like splashed ink, and the smell of rust began to spread.

"Unlucky!" Qianshi covered the left side of his face with regret, "Why do girls always slap their faces when they play basketball? They are all disfigured."

Qian Shi's words were just a drop in the ocean among thousands of people, and they couldn't attract anyone's attention at all.

On the court, Asahina still held the racket tightly.

Even though the wounds on her body were constantly tearing with her strength, and the pain in each of her arms, waist, thighs, lower abdomen, and shoulders was getting deeper and deeper, but this was not enough to divert her attention.

It's just that the eyes are tightening the tennis ball on the racket, looking for the best time to hit it back.

Suddenly, Asahina's pupils widened. Instead of slowing down, the tennis ball increased its weight. With a sound of 'KUSO', he gritted his teeth, held the racket with both hands and swung it vigorously. With a snap, the tennis ball flew out of the racket.

However, the tennis ball, which was obviously diagonal, was once again drawn by Fujiwara's energy to within one meter of her side, and then, he raised his hand and swung the racket
Fujiwara field,

- impeccable.

It was easy to fight back, and a touch of panic permeated Asahina's heart, and again, Fujiwara's fight back was always so light, destroying what little will she had left, and her thoughts began to be in a trance.

At this moment, she felt as if she had been involved in a severe typhoon area. Everything was taken away by the hurricane. Her strength, physical strength, judgment and even gravity were all taken away, leaving her struggling alone on the edge.

Injured, grit your teeth, endure the pain, bear it by yourself, and carry it by yourself when something happens.

Without direction, without hope, the sun also gave up the last second, everything was shrouded in darkness!And the weak history is gradually changing, and everything you see is separated by a layer of thick fog. On this dark and lonely road, there is no present or future, only the past happens again and again at this moment.

Failed, repeated over and over again.
dream or reality
Is it reality or a dream.
In fact, sometimes, she can fight alone, even if she is injured, even if she sheds tears, even if everyone standing behind her falls down, she doesn’t ask the reason or love
"This is the birth of awareness, this is the passing of awareness, this is the cessation of awareness;

This is the birth of thinking, this is the going of thinking, this is the extinction of thinking;

This is the birth of feeling, this is the going of feeling, this is the cessation of feeling;"

A deep voice came out of Asahina's mouth, with a transparent and open-minded mood spreading around like ripples,

"This is the birth of form, this is the going of form, this is the cessation of form;

This is the birth of formations, this is the going of formations, and this is the cessation of formations.

Contemplating the impurity of the body, contemplating feelings as suffering, contemplating the impermanence of the mind, and contemplating the non-self of dharmas. "

hum-

Bright colored rays of light burst out from her body suddenly, and the ends of her tied hair scattered and flew away.

"This is!!!" Haitang froze all over, Hitomi couldn't help trembling, "No self. Realm"

In the bright light, someone's hand gradually raised and fell, and the air also stood still at this moment.

Fujiwara faltered.

bang——

The tennis ball fell in the backcourt before she could react.

Turning her head to look, she saw the ball rolling on the ground, seeming to declare her ridiculous arrogance.

Is there no self state?
The opponent's figure appeared vaguely on the lens, and Fujiwara's eyelashes trembled. This person finally made up his mind.only.
Wei Wei closed her eyes, unfortunately, she surpassed herself.
Feeling the flow of air, suddenly, the eyes opened, the eyes were like knives,

But I can't surpass her-Fujiwara Kuna! ! !
hum-

The same bright and colorful light bloomed in an instant, the wind swept through, the clouds gradually drifted, and the black hair suddenly flew.

Everything in my heart becomes empty, that is, what is empty is called nothing.

Kirihara's pupils shrank, "No-self state!!!"

(End of this chapter)