Spiritual Furnace

“Get out of the ruins of the mountain range, you doubt, you can solve!”

The voice of the corpse was heard again, and then disappeared.

Go out of the mortal mount range…

Beyond the Seventh Mountain, there is even the eighth mountain, the eighth mountain, is it the last mountain?

Chu Yan stood up and looked at the misty mountains in front of him, and his eyes were filled with thoughts.

“No matter how many mountains there are, as long as you can resurrect, I will go down!”

Chu Yan looked at Yu Tong, and a word fell, then moved directly toward the front.

Walking into this piece of sea of ​​mist, Chu Yan couldn’t help but feel a strange feeling, because here, Corpse Qi is more diffuse, but a corpse is not encountered, this thing is really strange.

Not only is there no corpse, but here it is still terrifying, with no sound.

Chu Yan continued to move forward, but the more she walked, the more we found it strange. Although it was extremely bleak, there were trees and earth and stone, and there was a place in front of it. It was clearly just a moment ago.

“Here, is there a law for Illusion Formation?”

Chu Yan Eyes of light glittering, immediately cast the eyes of True Devil.

But I found that everything in front of me is real, not illusory.

How can I go back to the original place?

Chu Yan whole human squatted there and thought about it. He didn’t have much time left. Only the last day, if he was careless, he couldn’t get out of the mountain range. Once you can’t get out, you have to die, Yu Tong, there is no chance to resurrect.

“Strengthen your own heart, even if it is wrong, there is no regrets!”

Chu Yan analyzed it again with the power of the soul and found that he had no problem with his path. Finally, he looked ahead and continued to go.

Going less than a thousand feet, the prospect of the eye, once again the same as before.

Chu Yan complexion has not changed, the spirit of the exploration, still do not change direction, continue to move forward.

After a period of time.

Chu Yan saw the same scene again!

歪 neck tree, humanoid rock, intersection, southeast side of the grass…

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

Chu Yan complexion still has not changed, the spirit of the exploration, continue to go on, the direction, still has not changed.

the fifth time!

the sixth time!

Seventh time!

……

Ninety-ninth time!

……

The ninth ninety-nine times!

……

Ninth, nine hundred and ninety-nine times!

When Chu Yan saw this scene, he was even a little numb, because of this scene, he has gone 9,999 times!

For ordinary people, I am afraid that it has already collapsed, but Chu Yan does not.

His forehead sweat oozes, the spirit of the exploration, the expression in the eye is more determined, step forward.

Ten thousand times!

This familiar scene has already appeared in front of Chu Yan for the first time.

wrong……

In Chu Yan’s eyes, there was a sudden exuberance, because there was a road in the scene. In the past, there were two roads, and now there is a third one!

“This is the export!”

Chu Yan showed a happy color in his eyes, moved towards the third road.

When Chu Yan set foot on the third road, the surrounding sea of ​​mist instantly dissipated, and Chu Yan’s eyes had changed into a scene. Looking back, he was already at the end of the mountain.

In the eighth mountain, Chu Yan passed.

“Amitabha, Vientiane is true and false, true and false, fake is true, all true and false, can be seen through, without losing the heart, it will be true, the poor will fall into a million scenes, and it will be dead…”

At this moment, the old words came along.

These words are roaring in Chu Yan’s mind.

Immediately, Chu Yan felt that a strong pressure from the corpse repairs instantly filled in from all directions.

Then a scene in front of the eyes turned out.

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

They saw a scene, this scene is not What is special, and after a day, they encountered a scene, the same as the first pair.

Some of the young monks have questioned and changed the initial direction, but the remaining little monks continue to walk.

They don’t know that the little monks who changed direction have been killed by different animals.

Going on, the same scene reappears.

The third, fourth, fifth…

I have counted how many times, once acceptable, two times can still strengthen my mind, but after ten times, one hundred times, a thousand times, some little monks finally can’t stand it, they chose to change the road, then Out of the game.

There are fewer and fewer people left, even though they are still moving towards the direction of choice, many of them are getting more and more confused.

In this way, they have been going on.

One year, two years, three years…

ten years!

Twenty year!

Fifty years!

The young monk became a teenager and became a young man. He became a middle aged and became an old man.

In the end, there are only ten old monks who still have not changed the direction of the beginning and are still moving forward.

When the same scene, the first million appearances.

An old monk holds his own double head and squats on the ground.

He is not afraid that the same thing will happen constantly. What he fears is that there is no hope to go on. There is no hope in the future. Only endless sadness and darkness can finally endure his heart.

He squatted on the ground, self-destructive, and left the World forever.

The same scene, when the second million appeared, was the bottom line of an old monk, and his palm crushed his Primordial Spirit.

Others can’t discourage it, because living is more uncomfortable for him than death.

The third million times!

The fourth million times!

The fifth million times!

……

The old monks collapsed and could no longer stand it.

But they did not find it. Every time they experienced it, their own understanding of the Buddha was a step further.

The ninth million times.

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

One of the old monks of the yellow robe, kneeling on the ground, said to another white-browed monk: “Senior Brother, please, please kill me!”

“Junior Brother, hope, just in front, has been persisting for hundreds of years, why not stick to this last time?”

The white-browed old monk looks at the end of his eyes with the pain of his Junior Brother, and can not help but say.

“Senior Brother, no hope, no, after a million times, I have reached the limit. I have been following the Senior Brother since I was a child. I feel that the Senior Brother has done it. It is definitely not wrong. I have always been firm. Hopefully, I have been following the Senior Brother. I look at other Senior Brothers, one by one, my heart, the more sad, the Senior Brother, this is hopeless, this is a road of no hope…”

The old monk of the yellow robe, with the infinite sadness in his eyes, is the sadness of despair in everything.

“Junior Brother, can you trust the brother for the last time, the ten millionth time is the end, hope, just ahead, believe me…”

The white-browed old monk spoke up.

“Senior Brother, no, no, even if there is another time, it is endless torture to my heart, Senior Brother, I beg you to kill me, kill me, go to the present, I can’t bear to kill myself, I There is no courage to give up everything, but I can’t afford it, Senior Brother, kill me…”

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

“Junior Brother, you…”

The white-browed old monk saw this scene, and the heart that had been firm had been shaken for the first time.

“Senior Brother, don’t stick to it, kill me, you commit suicide, but please kill first…”

“Hey!”

The old-fashioned monk of the white-browed man did not speak, and the palm of his hand fell on the top of his spirit, and his smile fell to the ground.

This death is a relief for him.

“Is there no hope? Is there really no hope? Nine million times, nine million times of the same existence, I still or not out of this mountain, Master, you let us come here, in the end, for What?”

The white-browed old monk looks at the ever-changing dark sky and sighs.

Immediately, the rays of light in his eyes condensed again and continued to go.

Nine hundred Hundred Thousand!

920 Hundred Thousand!

903 Hundred Thousand!

……

Every time, the scene is the same. If the endless samsara is unchanged, the white-browed old monk’s heart is getting heavier and he is more and more beginning to question his own wrong way, but he forcibly stabilizes his own Buddha and still has no choice to give up. Still go down.

Ten million!

When the old monk saw that the 10 millionth scene still had no change, his heart was completely withered.

“puff!”

A stream of blood spurts the sky.

The old monk sat on the ground and took bitterness: “Is it wrong? Am I really wrong? I have walked the road for thousands of years and insisted on 10 million times. Am I really wrong? I am not willing, I am not Willing…”

The millennium repressed the sadness in the heart, and all of them broke out in an instant.

In the eyes of the old monk, the color of desolateness became more and more intense, and finally turned into the extreme Death Qi. Until the white-browed old monk had to close his eyes, the ray of light flashes appeared in front of him!

This is a wrinkled pile of old man wearing golden 袈裟, looking older.

“Master, Master, take me away, take me away…”

The white-browed old monk saw this person, and immediately revealed the hope of life, and pleaded for it.

“The road is just ahead, but unfortunately, you have not gone on…”

Golden 袈裟 old monk waved a hand, pointing to the front, the front, after the jungle, is the end of the mountain!

“I am not willing…”

The white-browed old monk saw this scene, and a blood spurted out.

It is he who has no firm heart. At the last moment, he chose to give up…

Ps: The seventh is coming, the seven are all finished, the road is in front! This chapter just wants to tell some parents that if you have the right direction, don’t give up easily. Of course, the premise is that the road is really correct!

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