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Chapter 881 Going on stage in white clothes, destroying the Fa-rectification

Monk Alai's handsome face was full of smiles, "However, if the benefactor can make him retreat with words, it can be regarded as stopping him, even better than stopping him with force."

Seeing that his face was relaxed and in a good mood, Ye Ang asked, "I don't know who that Xiang Feichen is, why is he so powerful?"

Both Ye Ang and Mu Yalan are invincible Tianjiao level powerhouses, but Monk Alai actually said that they are in the same realm, Mu Yalan and Ye Ang can barely resist Xiang Feichen together.

Monk Alai said with some regret: "Xiang Feichen, he is the disciple with the most terrifying talent in the 3000 million years that Yunhai Immortal Palace has ruled the Borderland Immortal Realm, and he is a transcendent figure who is expected to ascend to the realm of Heavenly Venerable."

"It's just a pity that when this person was young, he encountered the aftermath of the battle between the Taiyi Jinxian of the human race and the Taiyi Heavenly Demon of the demon clan. Both his parents died. Before the city, monsters attacked the city, and before they were about to enter the city, the city gate was closed, and Xiang Feichen was thrown onto the suspension bridge by his sworn sister."

All the monks looked at each other, Ye Ang nodded slightly, "No wonder he has such a strong murderous intention towards Zeng Qingyun."

Monk Alai shook his head and said with great compassion: "It's a pity that after Xiang Feichen killed Zeng Qingyun, he had to go through the Golden Immortal Tribulation just over 100 years ago. She was rescued by a fairy from Xianmen and fell in love in the end, but no one thought that the woman was Zeng Qingyun's daughter."

"What happened next?" Mu Yalan couldn't help asking.

"Zeng Xiyue, who is Zeng Qingyun's youngest daughter, couldn't accept the truth, so she went to a faraway land, and was finally buried in the Qingtian demon tide. This incident became a demon in Xiang Feichen's heart." Monk Alai slightly sigh.

"That is to say, the things we have experienced before are all things that have happened in the past?" Yun Feiyue asked in a deep voice.

Monk Alai nodded slightly, "It happened a long, long time ago."

"Then what are we going through?" The other geniuses whispered, feeling something was wrong.

Monk Alai whispered a Buddha's name, "Amitabha, this is an affliction in Xiang Feichen's heart, and everyone coming here is just a projection in his memory."

Everyone is not stupid, and the elders have pointed out all kinds of things under the mountain of corpses beforehand, so they roughly understand what the scene here is.

But Mu Yalan still couldn't help asking: "Who is the master if you dare to ask?"

"Me?" The monk smiled slightly, "My name is Alai."

While smiling, the monk was illuminated by countless Buddha lights, and his figure froze immediately, turning into a golden statue, exuding Buddha light, and then became the size of a palm, and gradually turned into a thin golden sheet.

At this moment, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and the hazy scenery quietly dissipated, replaced by a slight cold wind.

The sky is gray, and the ground is a sea of ​​white sand. The white sand dunes stretch as far as the eye can see, like the waves on the sea.

They were all floating in mid-air at this moment, between two tall stone statues.

Of the two stone statues, one is a handsome young man, holding a knife in one hand, with a murderous look on his face.

The other monk in sackcloth has a handsome appearance and a sad face.

It was Xiang Feichen and Monk Alai they had just met.

The two stone statues are about three feet high, facing each other, this scene is so familiar.

What's surprising is that right between the two stone statues, under Ye Ang and his group, there are four concrete corpses.

After watching for a moment, you all closed your eyes and looked at the thin golden sheet in front of you.

This is something that makes their spiritual mirrors tremble uncontrollably.

Everyone looked at Ye Ang. Obviously, everyone believed that Ye Ang was the first to get this thing this time.

Ye Ang looked at it for a moment, then said to Mu Yalan, "Put it away."

"Me?" Mu Yalan frowned slightly, she didn't think it was reasonable for her to put it away.

Ye Ang nodded, "The merits obtained by this thing should be able to be distributed, try it."

Hearing this, Mu Yalan called out the spiritual mirror, which was simple and simple, and put the light sheet into the mirror, Mu Yalan immediately closed her eyes and felt carefully.

After a while, she opened her eyes and looked at Ye Ang.

"It is indeed possible to distribute, but it must be distributed before the merits are submitted, otherwise, they cannot be distributed after submission." She continued: "Now I have [-] merits here, how should I distribute them?"

Ye Ang thought for a while, and said casually: "Thirty thousand merits, I want ten thousand, you and Yun Feiyue each get three thousand, and the rest will be distributed according to the merits of resisting monsters, no problem, right?"

The last sentence is for other people.

Everyone had no objection, and soon, under Mu Yalan's guidance, everyone summoned their spiritual mirrors one after another, and 25 golden lights shot out from Mu Yalan's spiritual mirror, shining on the rest of the spiritual mirrors, and soon all the merits were distributed .

With the merits in the spiritual mirror, all kinds of information about the spiritual mirror emerged in the minds of the monks.

After the distribution was completed, everyone handed over their merits, and then silently landed on the ground.

It was very cold on the ground, and the temperature in the white desert was very low. There were four dead monks, three men and one woman.

And it can be seen that the costumes of these four people are from different eras.

Yun Feiyue stretched out his hand to feel the air, then shook his head, "There is no wind here."

Mu Yalan nodded, "Don't touch them. I don't know how many years ago they were comrades. I'm afraid that if you touch them, they will be wiped out."

A monk looked at the two tall stone statues, "Unexpectedly, we entered the real illusion as soon as we entered, it was really dangerous."

Yun Feiyue nodded slightly, "I'm careless, the area of ​​the Golden Core Third Heaven is really dangerous."

Someone said in a delicate tone, "Even if you want to go to the first and second heaven areas now, I'm afraid it will be more difficult."

Mu Yalan waved her hand and stopped their communication, "It's meaningless to say these things right now. Since it is a real illusion, then the two stone statues naturally have the true meaning of martial arts. It can be regarded as a great harvest of this trip. Please realize it as soon as possible. Three Days later, we have to move places."

"understand!"

"I know."

"it is good."

Everyone knew the severity and took action one after another.

……

The sixth floor of Shishanyuan.

In the dilapidated temple, on a high platform, an evil and charming young man in white sat on the platform. Below the high platform, thousands of monks closed their eyes and listened to the Dharma. Only a sackclothed monk in the middle stood upright, clasped his hands together, Eyes weeping.

However, all of this is a frozen picture.

An Lanyue stood in front of the sackclothed monk and put away a golden ball.

Milke sighed a little, "It's no wonder that Master Da'a's Buddha heart collapsed when he appeared on the stage in white clothes. A generation of true immortals and enlightened people has completely destroyed their cultivation base."

Amuromu looked at the frozen pictures around him, and frowned, "According to what Master Da'a said, Emperor Yi appeared on the stage in white, completely destroying the righteous Dharma, tampering with the true words of Buddhism and Taoism, and the evil ways flourished. Master still failed, why did he give us so much merit?"

An Lanyue calmly put away her merits and distributed them among them. She took it for granted, "The so-called wearing white clothes on the stage completely destroys the Buddha's way and the righteous way. It's just that the Buddha's way has not kept pace with the times and divorced from the masses."

"The so-called metaphysical is called the Tao, and the metaphysical is called the tool. The Dao is constant, and the world changes at any time. No matter how correct the Tao is, it must change with the objective material world. It should respond to the actual situation and make a correct explanation. In other words, connect with reality and rely on the masses.”

"When the masses need faith, publicize beliefs, when the masses need direction, guide the direction, and when the masses need methods, propose methods."

"If the masses need methods, you talk to them about faith, and when the masses need faith, you talk to them about offering blessings, then don't blame the masses for throwing away the so-called Dharma."

(End of this chapter)