The real person of Cihang in the prehistoric

Chapter 89 The sky-breaking fire scorches the mausoleum light world and enters the long river of cause and effect.
There are countless sufferings in the world, countless resentments caused by difficulties, countless killings caused by resentment, and countless sufferings caused by killings. It is like a "ring" in which all living beings seem to be trapped. in.

Cihang looked at the burning sky fire in front of him.

The bright flame is like the scorching sun, giving brightness and hope, but it can also bring endless disasters.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky. It seemed that the Heavenly Dao Wheel was above him. The rising Dao Rhyme above expressed everything Cihang thought: creatures are born by fire and are destroyed by fire.

The word "Reincarnation" on the human flower is more and more shining.

Everything seems to be changing under the movement of the ancient heaven, and nothing can escape reincarnation.

But this is for ordinary monks, and for Cihang, he will never agree with this sentence!
Love is something that can last forever.

All Taoist monks in the prehistoric world have remained unchanged in their pursuit of the Tao. Even if they modify the method created by Taoist Hongjun, it is because they are pursuing the Tao. If they hear the Tao in the morning and evening, they will die. The hearts of thousands of monks!
A wheel of Taoism above the earth flower slowly emerged with Cihang's insights again and again.

The word "love" is engraved with the innate Taoist text, which shines brightly, seeming to complement the words "reincarnation" written on the human flower.

The moment the Tao Wheel on the ground flower solidified, the Golden Wheel of Merit, Samsara Tao Wheel and Love Word Tao Wheel were spinning rapidly.

"Oh!"

The world in front of Cihang gradually peeled off and shattered, like falling glass, scattered freely when the wind blew.

His eyes no longer looked at Lord Lingguang, and his eyes were not limited to the world in which Lord Lingguang existed. He was not trapped in his own situation and identity, but looked at all living beings.

He has taught all living beings and nurtured the earth.

But for Honghuang, who uses Yuanhui as the unit of time, all his efforts seem to be can only be a temporary success.

Cihang has always known that illusions are illusions. What he did may have contributed to the development of the ancient world, just like a scoop of water entering the ocean, but he did add a scoop of water to the ocean.

Everything was just an illusion, and his efforts were not in vain.

His way of mercy has been spreading throughout the prehistoric world. Those gods and beasts who heard his sermons, and those who heard the knowledge and principles imparted by the gods and beasts after his sermons, gradually expanded. It is conspicuous but never stops.

Looking at Honghuang now, the thousands of creatures are small in terms of numbers, but water drips through stones, and the sand turns into a desert. His way will eventually be passed down in the Honghuang Dao Ji.

Lord Lingguang stood beside Cihang and remained silent.

He could feel that Cihang was comprehending, comprehending the compassion that was unique to him.

Killing evil cultivators is compassion, teaching sentient beings is compassion, and regulating earth veins is also compassion.

Cihang's eyes were covered with light, and it seemed as if all living beings were chanting "compassion" in the light.

On the jade plate of creation in Zixiao Palace, a trace of light that did not belong to it appeared fleetingly.

Hongjun saw and felt that this was something decided by the four holy beasts themselves. They are holy beasts to a certain extent and are alternative ways of heaven among the four poles. Cihang and Lord Lingguang met and got the opportunity they have now. This is A kind of kindness.

A streak of Wu Tai Qi also disappeared from Hongjun's Qingyun. This was not only because Cihang was his disciple, but also because Cihang was one of the few people in the prehistoric Taoist era. A man of great virtue, as he should be as the Taoist ancestor.

The Qi of Wutai is in the shape of a nine-rank white lotus, hovering above the Qingyun of Cihang.

The Qi of the Wutai sagging down continued to refine Cihang's Qingyun, and even the smallpox, which was still a shadow, became much more solid at this time.His soul was also transformed under the baptism of Wu Tai Qi, and countless causal lines appeared entangled in Cihang's body - the causal lines between Cihang and his teaching preachers.

The thread is golden, as dazzling as the stars in the sky.

Infinite numbers are still being generated, but there is not even half of the karma. Things that seem impossible to the creatures in the wild happened to Cihang, and even the cause and effect in the cause and effect line. The essence is also for merit!
With every step forward, countless threads of cause and effect are surging to weave a road that extends into the distance.

"Wow!"

The sound of gurgling water rang in Cihang's ears, which reminded Cihang of the phantom of the river of destiny he had seen in the deep valley and blessed land, but this time it was neither a phantom nor the river of destiny.

It is a real long river of cause and effect.

At this time, Cihang no longer exists in the world of the prehistoric era. This place without the true name of the revelation of heaven is the place where the long river of cause and effect is located. Countless red and golden threads are thrown into it from all directions and turn into tail-tailed fish. .

They wander in it, indulge in it, and disappear in it.

The ten-direction Taoist artifacts on Cihang's body turned into daoyun divine beasts and ran in Qingyun at the moment when Cihang approached the river of karma. The clothes are not restricted by the belt and swing in the wind.

Everything seemed free at this moment.

His body is no longer bound by the line of cause and effect, and his path seems to be as flawless as jade, tempered in the long river of cause and effect.

The figure of Lord Lingguang has long since disappeared, and he cannot enter here.

Perhaps apart from the saint, only one monk, Cihang, came in. His clothes turned into aura and disappeared.

The white skin gently touches the surface of the long river of cause and effect.

Every drop of water from the long river of cause and effect carries countless causes and effects.

When ordinary monks see cause and effect, they can avoid even a little bit of cause and effect, but Cihang is different.

His way is compassion, which is for all living beings. It is destined to always be involved with all living beings. If there is no cause and effect for all sentient beings, what kind of compassion can it be considered to practice compassion?

Every drop of the river water was heavy, but Cihang seemed to have no feeling as he slowly walked towards the deepest part of it.

The long river of cause and effect will not be an obstacle to him. Every step he takes is supported by fish belonging to cause and effect.

Living beings: Jade Ring Spirit Deer, Eight-clawed Fire Chi, Qingluan, Fire Crow Taoist, Qilin, Dragon and Phoenix, Shenni, Taiqing, Shangqing...

Figures emerged from the river around him.

Cihang kept walking forward, passing figures after figures, always looking towards the distance.

He saw that figure.

He was looking at that figure, and that figure seemed to be looking at him from a distance……

(End of this chapter)