I want to embrace the moon for nine days

When Grandma Styx was shocked, the surrounding scenes became blurred for a few moments, but they did not break away. Instead, they became clear again.

She frowned slightly, feeling that she couldn't break the illusion with just her thoughts.

When she exerted her strength just now, she was actually trying to connect with her other thoughts and coordinate the efforts inside and outside. However, according to the vague feedback from her other thoughts, it seemed that all her thoughts were restrained by different illusions.

"He misled so many Yellow Springs thoughts that I summoned in one fell swoop and created such a large number of illusions. I'm afraid he spared no effort and converted all his own skills and vitality into telekinesis to fight me."

Grandma Minghe thought, "His skills are indeed magical. He can continuously transform vital energy into telekinesis, but there is always an upper limit to the instantaneous conversion rate."

"I have the Yellow Spring Water at my back, and my available thoughts are endless. The instantaneous flow is large enough, so I won't have any trouble fighting him."

Although the tens of millions of Yellow Springs shadows were briefly misled by Su Hanshan and turned around to harass the Styx.

However, when it comes to the study of Huangquan, Grandma Minghe is convinced that her experience and insights are far superior to Su Hanshan's.

Wait until the Shadow of Yellow Springs breaks free from the influence of Su Hanshan and returns to the control of the Styx Grandma.

At that time, Su Hanshan's act of dispersing his mental power and sending it to the underworld would be a complete act of sending food to one's doorstep.

"rise!!"

Grandma Minghe gave a light shout, her body suddenly rose up, and she flew out of the dilapidated house at a high speed.

This seems to be an abandoned temple, with broken walls, collapsed walls and houses, overgrown weeds, and a gloomy atmosphere.

She flew high into the sky, and the entire temple below shrank rapidly in her field of vision, until it was only the size of a fingernail. Gazing far into the distance, she vaguely sensed that this illusion had a boundary of nothingness dozens of miles away.

The illusion of emptiness created by Grandma Styx with the help of the Son of Sky requires actual tampering with space, so the range is only about twenty miles, but this illusion is purely created by thoughts.

Generally speaking, the bigger the heart is, the bigger the illusion is. When the consciousness falls into the illusion, looking around, it will feel that the boundaries are constantly extending and there is no end in sight.

Now the boundaries can be easily detected, firstly, because Grandma Styx is in a high realm, and secondly, it is because the mental power that constitutes this illusion is rather rigid when it is running.

"Heh, using his own little thought to bewitch a large group of underworld shadows to jointly construct an illusion, it seems clever, but in fact it exposes his own weakness."

Grandma Styx flew around and looked at the scenery on the earth.

There are many people, houses, birds, animals, poisonous insects and fish in the towns and mountains, making it look very lively and prosperous.

But if you look closely, you can find that those people are just repeating a few actions and words, crying or laughing, over and over again.

People who seem to be conversing are actually just talking to themselves.

There was a skinny old man who looked like an ancient ape, telling stories on the street. He held a short stick in his hand, which made it easy for him to act out the actions in his story in a vivid way. But he only said, "In the box beside my bed... in the box... there is a jade inkstone and a set of rare books. I want to give them to Liu'er."

"Liu'er loves the original ancient books the most. He doesn't like to read the deleted and revised texts on the market. But when he flips through the books himself, he also likes to scribble. I have never dared to give him this ancient book before!"

There was also a scholar holding a child by his hand, who said with a smile: "Don't move around here, I'll buy you some oranges."

He took two steps forward, then stepped back, continued to touch the child's head, and repeated the same sentence.

"Don't move around here. I'll go buy you some oranges."

Although everyone's expression is very natural, it is often repeated so much that it inevitably makes people feel dull and stiff.

Grandma Minghe thought to herself, "Although this boy is young, he is good at fighting and has a high level of cultivation. Naturally, he can also realize that these illusions built using the shadow of Huangquan are not so easy to use."

"The Huangquan thoughts that seem to be born and die will soon escape his bewitching spell, so he must hurry up and forcefully draw in the power of the illusion to try to damage my spirit."

Thinking of this, she floated down and stood in the courtyard of the ruined temple with a sneer on her face.

Sure enough, the several dilapidated houses in front collapsed together.

Out of the billowing smoke and dust, a knight emerged who was not tall, but had a thick beard as thick as a steel needle, a heroic spirit, and a sword in hand.

"You evil monster, you have been committing crimes here and killing innocent people. Now that I have found you, you refuse to run away!!"

Now this illusion is still under Su Hanshan's control. Although it is rigid, it is unrealistic to try to play hide-and-seek in it and avoid the opponent's attack. He will have to go through it for a while.

"Fighting with my thoughts will only speed up the illusion's loss of control, causing all the shadows of the underworld that you have bewitched to return to their true form earlier and surround and kill your thoughts."

Grandma Minghe chuckled, "Well, this shows Grandma's ability."

The swordsman shouted loudly, spread out his five fingers, and the sword flew out of his hand. He then made a gesture with his fingers, and the wind and clouds rushed forward as fast as a galloping horse, sweeping away fallen leaves and flying sand and rocks.

The sword was blessed by the changes in the scene of heaven and earth, and it emitted golden light and split into dozens of sword shadows, which broke through the air and screamed, killing towards the Styx Lady.

With a wave of her sleeve, Grandma Styx split into nine pieces, becoming extremely flexible and swirling in the air.

The sword stabbed into the long sleeves, just like stabbing into a flickering illusion. As soon as the force relaxed, the long sleeves suddenly became solid, deflecting the sword shadow and sending it flying.

Each long sleeve can swing several long swords flying.

The sword blade spun wildly, leaving cracks on the ground and thinning the clouds in the sky.

The power bestowed by the illusion was dispersed by the sword blades themselves.

In an instant, the dust dissipated, and even the sword blades themselves could not maintain their vitality and suddenly faded away.

Only the original sword was left, which the swordsman grabbed.

However, the light of the sword was becoming dimmer and dimmer, as if it was being rejected by the surrounding scenery.

Starting from the tip of the sword, fine cracks appeared and spread upwards.

The swordsman's face was solemn. He bit his fingertips and wiped the sword. Regardless of anything, he rushed out again and flew up to kill with the sword.

The force of this chop was extremely brutal and lasting.

The purity of his intention made the swordsman's entire figure glow from the inside out, somewhat illusory, yet seemed to become more solid, with power bestowed on the blade.

Grandma Styx's pupils shrank, as thin as needle tips, and she stared at the scene closely.

Be careful and bold.

At the critical moment, she simply grabbed with her bare hands, and each of her five fingernails got stuck in different cracks of the sword, just right.

The crack that had been healed by blood was torn through by her.

There was a clanging sound, and the sword was broken and most of it was useless.

As fragments flew, Grandma Styx flipped her hand, and black gas expanded, knocking the swordsman away.

When the swordsman landed on the ground, even the hilt of the sword in his hand had been broken. He pretended to hold the sword in his hand, staggered a few steps, and retreated into the ruins with a stern look on his face.

"You evil monster, you are doing evil here..."

Grandma Minghe's heart skipped a beat.

wrong! !
When this swordsman appeared, not only was he heroic and sharp-minded, but the environment around him also seemed to be protecting and helping him.

The direction of the wind was the same as his steps, the grass and trees submitted to him, and the dust surrounded him.

When the ruins collapsed, the bricks, stones and tiles all avoided his figure.

The speed at which the clouds in the sky move is in sync with his generous voice.

It is true that heaven and earth have the same strength and everyone is united in purpose.

Being able to receive such spontaneous help from the illusion, Grandma Minghe naturally felt that the other party was the result of the thought that Su Hanshan had put into the illusion.

Sword energy flies into the sky, martial arts fights the demon king!
It was after the battle in Daba Mountain that Su Hanshan displayed his most brilliant tactics.

But now it seems that this righteous and heroic swordsman is actually just a shadow of the underworld!
Bo! ! !
Just when Grandma Minghe realized something was wrong, the clay Buddha statue covered in dust and cobwebs inside the dilapidated temple suddenly reached out its hand.

This move is extremely clear. When it is grabbed, all the surrounding scenery is no longer an obstacle.

Grandma Minghe changed hastily, turned over and raised her hand, slightly bent her body, and made a dull sound before she was able to withstand the palm of the Buddha statue.

"Hahahaha!"

Grandma Styx didn't get angry but laughed instead, her laughter was enchanting.

"You just bewitched Huangquan's shadow and created tens of thousands of illusions temporarily."

"In this single small illusion, you don't even confront me head-on, but instead play such a trick. What's the point?!"

Whether it is a swordsman or a Buddha statue.

In fact, as long as she confronted Grandma Styx's thoughts, she was confident that she could rely on her deeper understanding of the Shadow of the Underworld to accelerate the collapse of the illusion during the collision.

Just now when she was fighting with the swordsman, the illusion around her changed from cooperation to repulsion, which was enough to show that the entire illusion was still degenerating.

Even if this Buddha statue launches a sneak attack now, it will not affect the overall situation.

Many cracks had already spread across the place where the downward-pressing palm of the Buddha statue collided with the upward-lifting arm of the giant demon.

Wherever the crack passed, the scenery became a little blurry, and this time, there was no sign of it becoming clear again.

The entire illusion has begun to disintegrate.

The clay Buddha statue remained silent despite being laughed at by the Lady of the Styx.

The crack had spread beyond the ruined temple and passed by a man and a woman.

The man and the woman, the man looked like a poor scholar and the woman was beautiful in white clothes.

It should be in this fantasy that there is the so-called "Xiao Qian" who betrayed her grandmother and the scholar who seduced Xiao Qian to elope.

Probably after luring the sword-wielding Taoist priest over, he did not dare to enter the ruined temple and hid outside to watch, without even a chance to say a word.

Even more dull than those people in the city who kept repeating the same few words. However, when the crack passed by them, looking through the crack at the two standing figures, it seemed like seeing a completely different scene.

It was a mansion, and inside the courtyard was a Confucian scholar who had read thousands of books and had deep wrinkles on his face. But at this moment, he smiled so much that the wrinkles between his brows were smoothed out.

He supported his wife and gently stroked her belly. His wife looked at him with a smile and teased her husband's gaffe. Her tone was gentle, as if she was afraid of disturbing the baby in her belly.

Although the two of them only exchanged a few sentences, their expressions, every frown and smile were extremely real.

And on the roof, there was a Taoist priest in a red robe standing, holding a long banner with three big characters "Ziheche" written on it. He swayed it slightly, exuding a sinister aura, and attacked the two people in the room.

The Styx Grandma, who was fighting against the Buddha statue, suddenly felt another thought of her own.

The weight of that thought was even smaller than this one, so much so that he had been assigned the identity of an evil Taoist priest, but he had not yet woken up. He only vaguely felt that he had to kill someone in order to break the illusion.

The next moment, the cracks that spread in all directions had reached the town and the densely populated areas.

Every group of people on the street looked through the cracks and saw a different scene.

The old storyteller was willing to attach his soul to a short stick in order to leave a set of magical instruments for his family, but he saw that his son was also tampering with the original text of the ancient book that he was unwilling to change when he was a child. The child, who was rarely talented, regressed in his practice when he grew old.

The scholar who was walking to buy oranges was hit by the carriage of a wealthy family's evil slave as he crossed the street, and fell in front of his children with blood all over his face.

The child wailed, and his figure suddenly turned into a teenager, a young man, and then into an old age, successful and famous, wearing a purple robe and a sash, but still with tears in his eyes, he looked at the figure that was killed by the evil slave.

In the streets, behind the alleys, in front of the eaves, on the corners of the houses, and even in the mountains and in the water, the cracks reflect more and more different scenes.

Grandma Minghe also felt her own increasing thoughts.

In some scenes, she is a bookworm, in some scenes, she is a vicious horse, in some scenes, she is a ghost who steals blood food, in some scenes, she is a bandit leader who smashes the ancestral hall...

It turns out that this illusion is not just a single illusion.

Su Hanshan induced the shadow of Huangquan to form tens of thousands of illusions, all of which were embedded in this illusion in an ingenious form.

There is a different world in every small space.

"This is……"

Grandma Minghe felt a little confused, realizing that the other party's move was magical and extraordinary.

But since she was connected to her other thoughts and could feel the existence of the Yellow Springs Gate again, she immediately stimulated the fundamental talisman of Kongshenzi to collide with it at all costs and accelerated it.

No matter what the other party's intentions are.

The water of the Yellow Springs was raging and overflowing, boiling out from the Yellow Springs Gate. The misled phantoms outside, being washed away by the water of the Yellow Springs from the same source, would be out of Su Hanshan's control on the spot.

Even if you are faced with a move that is a little bit difficult to understand, you must interrupt it first, so that you don't have to worry about any unexpected results.

No matter what, Su Hanshan will eventually have to fight against the Demon King Minghe, who has more than 2,000 secret demons and sky gods, with his bare hands.

This is the biggest disadvantage!

At this moment, Daba Mountains are a hundred miles away.

A huge cassock was flying in the air, with golden light flashing at the corners, and the speed was incredibly fast.

There were nine human figures on it, each standing tall.

This is the heirloom of the Shaolin sect, the kapok cassock. The nine figures on it are none other than Wudang elder Tao Fuan and the eight famous monks of Shaolin.

Five of the eight famous monks merely inherited the Pure Land tradition passed down by their Shaolin Zen predecessors, but three of them achieved it through self-cultivation and had extraordinary strength.

Among them was the crazy monk Zui Bodhi, who had trained himself to have divine eyes and could see the abnormalities in Daba Mountain from afar.

"That's Grandma Styx?!"

The crazy monk shouted, "The one fighting with her, could it be that he was the one who treated Bai Yizi's injuries? It looks like he has just broken through to the Double Disaster Realm, and he has no magic treasures around him. The situation is not good!"

Tao Fuan was also caught off guard and complained: "How come the two of them split up the battlefield! Which side should we go to help first?"

The crazy monk said, "I think this guy also understands Buddhism, why not lend him the kapok robe and we can go to the South China Sea again..."

The kapok robe is in the charge of the Shaolin abbot. When the crazy monk said this, everyone looked at the current Shaolin abbot, Ouyang Zhonghui.

The old abbot was gazing at the Gate of Yellow Springs a hundred miles away, and at the figure sitting on the top of the mountain, his eyes filled with some doubt.

Few people in the world know that Abbot Ouyang became a monk only after he got married and had children.

When he was young, he learned martial arts and joined the army, determined to kill the enemy and serve his country. As a result, he was mistakenly appointed by the military supervisor while serving the country. In a brutal battle, he was separated from his comrades. He struggled to survive in the ice and snow, and stripped the clothes of the Liao soldiers to keep warm.

After living in the border areas of Liao for a period of time and coming into contact with the Liao people, he discovered that most of the people here were also Han people, and there were not many differences in their language and customs. Even the Khitan people were in dire straits.

The war between the two countries was a heavy burden for them. They suffered no less than the people of Song Dynasty, and no one knew what they were trying to gain.

He was young and energetic, and fell in love with a Liao woman. He married her and had a child. He wanted to take his wife back to his hometown to worship his ancestors. As a result, he passed by the Song-Liao border and happened to see the two armies fighting each other.

The commander of the Song army thought he was a spy and arrested him for questioning. The commander of the Liao army even wanted to shoot him to death.

Ouyang fought his way out of the siege with great difficulty and returned to his hometown with his injured wife. However, his wife's old wounds were difficult to heal and she died soon after. He was disheartened and confused all day long. He wanted to take revenge on the world, but he didn't know where to start. He was heartbroken, so he entrusted his son to the old family to raise, and went out to practice Zen and seek enlightenment.

Eventually he stopped at Shaolin, learned Buddhism, and became a monk. He eventually surpassed his fellow brothers and many senior uncles and elders to take over the position of abbot.

He usually read scriptures silently, practiced martial arts silently, and wrote letters to his hometown. He rarely talked loudly or argued about Buddhism.

Many of the younger disciples in the temple found it difficult to understand why the previous abbot said that he had the highest level of Buddhism.

In fact, he himself felt that, to be frank, it was worthless.

There have always been countless differences between heaven and earth. They seem normal, but if several of these differences are accumulated on a living being, it will become an extremely heavy burden.

The human body is clumsy and fragile. In this sea of ​​suffering, it is always difficult to be independent and confused. However, the fickleness of the human heart actually has more benefits than the body.

Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism and other schools of thought, to put it bluntly, are all about self-cultivation and self-improvement. First, you need to make your mind independent and liberated.

Abbot Ouyang had experienced physical and mental torture, and only then did he realize how difficult it was to have even a little bit of control over one's thoughts.

The other monks in the temple did not have this kind of realization, and of course could not appreciate Buddhism. Even if Abbot Ouyang wanted to teach them, he did not know how to demonstrate it, and verbal arguments were useless.

But today, Abbot Ouyang looked at the figure sitting on the mountain peak and the illusion standing at the gate of the underworld.

Suddenly I felt that Buddhism could be demonstrated in a practical way.

The crazy monk next to him was still urging Abbot Ouyang.

"No need. We have already used all our strength to activate the Kapok Robe, but we are still a hundred miles away. We will not be able to make it in time anyway."

As soon as Abbot Ouyang said this, everyone's faces changed, and they all thought that something bad was going to happen.

Unexpectedly, after Abbot Ouyang said this, he bent down again, bowed and worshiped, with a heart full of joy, chanting.

"Dharma came from the West without a single word, and everything depended on the effort of the mind."

"If you want to find the Dharma on paper, dip your pen into Dongting Lake!"

The Buddhist sound stretches out and echoes in the sky.

………………

In the illusion, the clay Buddha statue began to speak.

"The nature of Huangquan is the most independent and most persistent thought that is separated from the body when they are dying. They hope that there is really Huangquan Wangchuan in the world and they can be reincarnated."

"But in the final analysis, every one of their thoughts is scattered and deposited. Without complete spiritual intelligence, how could they possibly sing those devilish sounds that send people to hell?"

The Buddha statue seemed to completely ignore the Yellow Spring Water that was eroding the illusion, and there was a smile in his voice.

"You said I was bewitching them, but I was just reminding them of something they couldn't let go of."

"A loving wife lost her child and still felt resentful until her death. A young man lost his father and still felt resentful even after becoming a great scholar a hundred years later..."

"You make them sing lyrics they shouldn't have, and I make them remember what they really think."

"Let me ask you, which illusion is more real, yours or mine?!"

Grandma Minghe's pale face suddenly turned ashen.

All the shattered illusions around me suddenly froze, maintaining the scene that everyone was obsessed with.

Outside the illusion, on the top of the mountain, Su Hanshan's eyes were clear, with a distinct distinction between black and white. He stood up and moved his palms, pushing his hands forward.

The power of his palm seemed to weave a huge dream in the void, covering the entire Gate of the Underworld.

After transformation, there is stability; after stability, there is transformation.

Those ancient thoughts that were fully grasped rose and fell like the breeze, and drifted away, making a big dream return to the underworld.

A pious old voice was heard from a hundred miles away.

"Dharma came from the West without a single word..."

"It all depends on the effort of the mind..."

Among the mountains, Grandma Styx let out a deafening howl.

The gate of the underworld collapsed and the God of Sky was out of control and flew in all directions.

Her true form was finally revealed, her black clothes fluttering, blood flowing from all seven orifices, and her screams of pain piercing the sky.

(End of this chapter)