Ling tripod

"After walking out of the Corpse Immortal Mountains, your doubts can be solved!"

The Corpse Lord's voice came again, and then disappeared.

Walking out of the Corpse Immortal Mountains...

Besides the seventh mountain, there is actually an eighth mountain. Is the eighth mountain the last mountain?

Chu Yan stood up and looked at the mist-shrouded mountains ahead, with a look of thought in his eyes.

"No matter how many mountains there are behind me, as long as I can revive you, I will go down there!"

Chu Yan looked at Yu Tong, said something, and then walked directly forward.

Walking into this sea of ​​fog, Chu Yan couldn't help but feel a strange feeling, because although the corpse aura was more diffuse here, he didn't encounter a single Yin corpse. This thing was really weird.

Not only was there no Inferi, it was also eerily silent, with no sound at all.

Chu Yan continued to walk forward, but the further he walked, the more strange he found that although the place was extremely desolate, there were still trees, earth and rocks. The place in front of him was clearly the one he had just walked through before.

"Is there a magic formation here?"

Chu Yan's eyes flashed with light, and he immediately used the True Demon's Eye.

But I found that everything in front of me was real and not illusion.

But why did he go back to the original place?

Chu Yan froze there, thinking in his heart. He didn't have much time left. Only on the last day, he couldn't get out of the Corpse Immortal Mountains due to an accident. Once he couldn't get out, he would die, and Yu Tong would have no chance to be resurrected.

"Be firm in your true intentions. Even if you make a mistake, you will have no regrets!"

Chu Yan used the power of his soul to analyze and explore again, and found that there was no problem with the path he was taking. Finally, he looked forward and continued walking.

After walking less than ten thousand feet, the scene in front of me was exactly the same as before.

Chu Yan's expression did not change. After searching his mind, he still did not change direction and continued to move forward.

Some time passed.

Chu Yan saw the same scene again!

The crooked-necked tree, the strange human-shaped rocks, the intersection, the grass on the southeast side...

This is the fourth time Chu Yan has seen the same scene.

Chu Yan's expression remained unchanged. He searched with his soul and continued walking again. The direction still remained unchanged.

The fifth time!

The sixth time!

The seventh time!

…

The ninety-ninth time!

…

The nine hundred and ninety-ninth time!

…

The nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nineth time!

When Chu Yan saw the scene in front of him, he was even a little numb. Because of this scene, he had walked nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times!

An ordinary person would have collapsed long ago, but Chu Yan did not.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, his soul was searching, and the look in his eyes became more determined as he took a step forward.

The thousandth time!

This familiar scene appeared in front of Chu Yan for the ten thousandth time.

wrong……

Chu Yan's eyes suddenly revealed a bright light, because in the scene before him, there was an extra road. In the past, there were two roads, but now there is a third road!

"This is the exit!"

Chu Yan's eyes showed joy and he walked towards the third road.

When Chu Yan set foot on the third road, the surrounding fog instantly dissipated. The scene in front of Chu Yan's eyes had changed again. When he looked back, he was already at the end of the mountain.

Chu Yan walked through the eighth mountain.

"Amitabha, all phenomena are true and false, true and false, false and true. All true and false can be seen through. If you don't lose your original intention, it will be true. The poor monk fell into thousands of scenes and passed away..."

At this moment, the old words came.

These words roared in Chu Yan's mind.

Immediately, Chu Yan felt a strong pressure from the corpse cultivators, flooding from all directions.

Then a scene appeared before his eyes.

In this scene, a young monk and many monks walked into a mountain together.

They saw a scene, which was nothing special. After walking for a day, they encountered another scene, which was still the same as the first scene.

Some of the young monks had doubts and changed the initial direction, but the remaining young monks continued to walk.

They didn't know that those young monks who changed directions had been killed by strange beasts.

Keep walking and the same scene appears again.

The third time, the fourth time, the fifth time...

I can’t count how many times, I could accept it once, and I could confirm my thoughts twice, but after ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, some young monks finally couldn’t bear it, and they chose to change their path, and then, They were all out.

There are fewer and fewer people left. Even if they are still heading in the direction they chose at the beginning, the confusion in the eyes of many of them is getting heavier and heavier.

Just like that, they kept going.

One year, two years, three years...

ten years!

Twenty years!

Fifty years!

The little monk became a boy, then a young man, then a middle-aged man, then an old man.

In the end, only ten old monks still walked forward without changing the starting direction.

When the same scene appears for the millionth time.

An old monk was holding his own two heads, kneeling on the ground and roaring in pain.

He was not afraid of the same thing happening again and again. What he was afraid of was going on without hope. A future without any hope, only endless desolation and darkness, finally made his heart unable to bear it.

He crossed his legs on the ground, committed suicide, and left this world forever.

When the same scene appeared for the millionth time, another old monk reached the bottom line of endurance and shattered his soul with one palm.

Others cannot dissuade him, because life is more uncomfortable for him than death.

The third millionth time!

The four millionth time!

The five millionth time!

…

One by one, the old monks collapsed and could no longer bear it.

But they themselves didn't realize that every time they experienced it, their own understanding of the Buddha was a step deeper.

The nine millionth time.

At this moment, there were only two old monks left.

One of the old monks in yellow robes knelt on the ground and said to the other old monk with white eyebrows: "Brother, please, please kill me!"

"Junior brother, hope is just ahead. We have been holding on for hundreds of years. Why not hold on for the last time?"

The white-browed old monk couldn't help but speak when he saw the painful look of his junior brother who was accompanying him at the end.

"Senior brother, there is no hope. After a million times, I have reached my limit. I have been following my senior brother since I was a child. I feel that what my senior brother has done is definitely not wrong. I have always been determined that there is hope ahead. I have been following my senior brother. I watched other senior brothers leave me one by one, and my heart became more and more sad. Senior brother, this is no hope, this is a road without hope..."

The yellow-robed old monk had a look of boundless sadness in his eyes, a sign of despair for everything.

"Junior brother, can you believe that I am my brother for the last time, the millionth time, this is the end, hope is just ahead, believe me..."

The old monk with white eyebrows spoke.

"Brother, no, no, even if it happens again, it will be endless torture to my soul. Brother, I beg you to kill me, kill me. Until now, I can't bear to kill myself, I don't have this The courage to give up everything, but I can no longer bear it, senior brother, please kill me..."

The old monk in yellow robe said with a pleading tone.

"Junior brother, you..."

Seeing this scene, the white-browed old monk's heart, which had always been firm, was slightly shaken for the first time.

"Brother, don't insist on killing me. You can also commit suicide, but please kill first..."

"Bang!"

Before the white-browed old monk could say anything, a palm fell on his heavenly spirit, and he fell to the ground with a smile on his face.

This death was a relief for him.

"Is there no hope? Is there really no hope? Nine million times, the same existence nine million times, can I still walk out of this mountain? Master, why did you ask us to come here?"

The white-browed old monk looked at the ever-changing dark sky and sighed.

Immediately, the light in his eyes condensed again and he continued walking.

Nine million and one million!

Nine million two hundred thousand!

Nine million three hundred thousand!

…

Every time, the scene was the same. As if the endless reincarnations remained unchanged, the white-browed old monk's heart became heavier and heavier, and he began to doubt that he was on the wrong path. However, he forcibly stabilized the Buddha in his heart and still did not choose to give up. , or walked on.

Ten million!

When the old monk saw that the millionth scene was still unchanged, his heart completely withered.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted into the sky.

The old monk slumped on the ground, with a bitter look on his face: "Was it wrong? Am I really wrong? After walking for thousands of years and persisting ten million times, am I really wrong? I won't give in, I won't Willing to..."

The sadness that had been suppressed in my heart for thousands of years suddenly exploded.

The sadness in the old monk's eyes became more and more intense, and finally turned into an extremely strong death aura. Until the white-browed old monk was about to close his eyes, a light flashed in front of him, and a figure appeared!

This is an old man with accumulated wrinkles and wearing a golden cassock, who looks even older.

"Master, Master, take me away, take me away..."

When the white-browed old monk saw this man, his eyes immediately revealed the hope of life, and he began to plead.

"The road is just ahead, but it's a pity that you didn't walk on it..."

The old monk in golden cassock waved his hand and pointed forward. In front, after the jungle, is the end of the mountain!

"I'm not willing to..."

When the white-browed old monk saw this, he spurted out blood.

It was because he did not have a firm heart and chose to give up at the last moment...

ps: The seventh update is here, all seven updates are completed, the road is ahead! This chapter just wants to tell some friends that if you are determined in the right direction, don’t give up easily. Of course, the premise is that the path is really correct!

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