The Opening Summons The Black and White Impermanence

a bridge,

a city,

The torrential rain continued, covering the eyes of the world,

outside the city,

the flood came,

There were also different cries for help in the sound of the rainstorm.

Xie Bian stood on the bridge, wearing a life-threatening white robe replaced by a scholar's robe,

And under the bridge,

Fan Wushe is standing in the rushing torrent,

Bai Wuchang sneered, this past is not familiar, before the two brothers became the emissary of the underworld,

Isn't this the last scene in the world?

Fan Wushe died in the flood.

Xie Bi'an was unwilling to live in the world, holding a hemp rope to hang him on the other side of the bridge,

I thought the masked Buddha could set up a false scene, but in the end they just wanted their brothers to experience life and death?

The mourning stick in his hand is gone,

The rough touch of the hemp rope gradually came from the palm of his hand,

Bai Wuchang glanced at the hemp rope,

Disdainfully threw it into the torrent,

Fan Wushe stood under the bridge, staring at the gradually sinking hemp rope, without a word.

be human,

They are sworn brothers, brothers and sisters,

ghost,

They are impermanent, black and white

The masked Buddha made this scene to let them look back on the memories of being human.

soon,

The torrent broke through the walls of the city and rushed over even more recklessly.

Seeing that you are about to reach this bridge,

With the impact of the torrent, the bridge could not bear the full force and would collapse soon.

Hei Wuchang is ready to leave this illusory torrent and stand with Bai Wuchang,

at the same time,

Bai Wuchang also intends to get off the bridge and spend a while with Hei Wuchang,

The two move at the same time,

The masked Buddha also appeared at the other end of the torrent at this moment,

The consciousness was mixed to the moment when the two met,

life and death, life and death,

water on the bridge,

on the bridge in the water,

Who goes and who stays has become a choice between black and white impermanence.

The masked Buddha said nothing,

In the unreliable friendship, there are also gaps, perhaps this gap only exists inadvertently,

But once it cracks, it can't be repaired, just like the flood that bursts the embankment.

The simultaneous actions of black and white impermanence are the key to prying open the cracks.

So the two Yin Sis hesitated.

"Amitabha."

Accompanied by the sound of the masked Buddha,

All the pictures are still, only Yin Si looks at each other,

Very calm.

Inside the ancient temple,

The monk Beihong was trembling all over,

Only Zhanye Du'e constantly comforted himself with his devastated cognition in the depths of his spiritual consciousness,

Faith is not strong,

deviate from the original intention,

Although all this is done by the masked Buddha, it is also his weakest side.

Originally, he thought that his heart would not be shaken in the slightest, but now the most confident side has become the weakest life door.

The phantoms of the eight Taoists disappeared,

There were only eight strange monks in front of Beihong's eyes.

Affected by the impermanence of black and white, the Dharma door of the Masked Buddha was broken.

The eight monks under control also lost consciousness and fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

"Amitabha."

The monk Beihong spoke softly to the eight people,

Buddha's heart is not enlightened,

wrong belief,

It's hard to pass the world,

In the end, one’s own Buddha’s heart is not as good as a hypocritical demon.

cough cough,

After coughing up blood one after another, monk Beihong's consciousness began to blur again.

Looking at the giant statue of the masked Buddha, Beihong felt even more ashamed.

Since being a man still cannot get rid of Buddha and demons,

The one who simply gave up this body that was struggling to support, was giving up his life to fight against the Buddha and the devil,

Once owed favor to the underworld,

Monk Beihong wants to save it with his own hands,

His palms were stained with his own blood, and he struggled to climb to the stone statue of the masked Buddha,

a little closer,

Finally pressed the **** hand on the stone statue,

In an instant,

blood splattered,

With the help of the power of Zhanye Du'er, the remaining consciousness of the monk Beihong madly hit the masked Buddha's consciousness world,

Until entering the torrent scene of the confrontation between the masked Buddha and the impermanence of black and white,

"Mortal, do you think you have a long life?"

In the scene where the torrent is stagnant,

Xie Bi'an and Fan Wushe looked at the monk Beihong who appeared at the other end at the same time,

He still has the courage to enter here with only one breath left,

to be honest,

Black and white impermanence is really unexpected,

The Masked Buddha didn't even think of it,

"Two gods, the poor monk has not lost yet."

In the world of consciousness,

Monk Beihong can forget his physical trauma, but once he is killed here, it will be a permanent death.

"With the power of mortals to fight against the Buddha and the devil, you are already the limit, step back."

Fan Wushe said,

"Mortal, are you questioning that I can't wait for a Buddha and Demon?"

Xie Bian also felt a little dissatisfied with the appearance of monk Beihong,

The masked Buddha found the fissure of black and white impermanence, and at the same time, the two of them were also seeking a solution for this inadvertent fissure,

When black and white impermanence really has no disparity,

The masked Buddha's trick will become vulnerable.

"How dare a poor monk question the will of the gods, but mortals also have mortal obsessions."

"Stepping into the heavens, the poor monk vowed to contribute his weak power to the underworld, how can he always accept the blessing of the Yin Tianzi."

"Even if the body dies and the soul perishes, the poor monk has no turning back."

"Hahaha, hahaha."

Black and white are impermanent and laugh at the same time,

What a man without hesitation, a mortal who dares to say these words in front of Yin Gods and Buddhas and Demons, really has extraordinary courage,

Since there is an unchanging obsession to die,

Then let's see how far this mortal can go.

crunch, crunch~~~

The still picture of the torrent is broken like a mirror,

The unbridled impact of the galloping flood flooded the bridge and flooded the bridge.

Black and white impermanence stood in the torrent at the same time with their hands behind their backs,

Red dust reincarnation sentient beings, the causal cycle has a fixed number,

Black and white impermanence wants to break the falsehood of the masked Buddha, then the only way to break the life and death situation of the previous life is the cycle of cause and effect.

Neither of them has to choose the other's choice.

because,

When the number of kalpas comes,

Cause and effect follow.

The masked Buddha was furious, his hands suddenly raised,

The torrent surged up, forming two huge palms whistling,

hum~~~

A sword cry,

Break the rushing flood,

Zhanye Du'e burst out from the body of the monk Beihong, blooming with unquestionable brilliance and opening the way for the master,

"Five fun hells, only the animal way is your best destination!"

the voice fell,

Zhanye Du'e returned to his hands,

Monk Beihong's thoughts moved slightly, and the body transformed by the whole consciousness swayed for a while and then became stable again.

"The troubles brought about by the use of force in the conscious world are extremely serious for mortals, I'm afraid he won't be able to last long."

"If he can survive, I'm afraid that among the nine, he will be the leader in the future."

Black and white impermanence watched Monk Beihong's every move and had to praise him.

This may be because they call themselves Yin Gods,

The first truly powerful mortal I have ever seen.

Zhanye Du'e propped up a strong will for the monk Beihong,

The bond between the monk and the sword makes an indestructible idea,

sword move,

Murder strikes,

'The Five Interests of Moke, the **** journey is dead dust! ’