Looking at the sword in the cold light

In Changyingluo's room, purple-black flames jumped in the brazier, scriptures on the bookshelf were thrown on the ground, and the room was messed up.Chang Yingluo was by the brazier, picked up the scriptures and threw them into the brazier. The thick scriptures touched the flames and were immediately swallowed by the flames, and turned into ashes in a moment. There were little fires flickering inside, and the ashes quickly disappeared with the smoke.One after another, they were thrown into the brazier, and there was a layer of off-white ashes underneath.

The wind poured in through the window, and the half-burned scriptures were turned over several pages in a row. There were many things about Buddha Bo Xun in the Desire Realm mentioned in it. When the flames rolled over, those words disappeared.Chang Yingluo remembered that when he was young, he read Buddhist scriptures and saw many things about the Demon Buddha in the Desire Realm. He said that he was a demon king who hindered others from practicing, and some people said that he was the incarnation of Bodhisattva. Therefore, if there is an obstacle, as long as Bo Xun is sincere, he can become his own Dharma protector, and he is called "Bo Xun Bodhisattva".There is not only one scripture, but many. In addition, there are different opinions, and this kind of thing is illusory and impossible to verify.

Some buddhist friends and Shang Yingluo said that the Demon Buddha went to him, but he was not afraid at all, and even Bo Xun explained a lot of Buddhist principles with sincerity, so Bo Xun could not do anything to him, and he practiced with him.Chang Yingluo didn't believe this sentence all the time, and felt that the buddhist friend was a demon.But Shang Yingluo's curiosity about the Demonic Buddha Bo Xun did not diminish. With his persistence, he finally got in touch with the Demonic Buddha in the Desire Realm. People finally talked to him, not like the traditional villain in the book, Shang Yingluo asked if you were the Demon Buddha Bo Xun?The man said yes and no, I am Bo Xun's intellectual body incarnation Mida.

When she was young, Shang Yingluo had already read many obscure and difficult scriptures, but she didn't expect the other party's answer to still make him startled for a long time, as if something had been broken in her heart.After that, he didn't see Bo Xun for many years. He thought maybe it was because of fate, and it didn't matter if he could only meet one of them. He sat by the lotus pond every day and practiced in front of the empty stone seat, from a boy to a young man. , Gradually feel that everything is nothingness.

"Hahaha!" Shang Yingluo, who was burning the scriptures, burst into laughter suddenly. The flame rolled up along the edge of the book, and he didn't even notice it burned his fingers. With nostalgia for the world, just for the sake of cultivating the Buddha, now that all the scriptures are burned, there is nothing left, he is heartbroken thinking about it, and his eyes are watery. "I don't want to be entangled with people like Mi Da and the others for the rest of my life. I also want to start practicing Buddhism again. Unfortunately, I am about to die. What should I do? Is reincarnation the best solution?...Destroy my life Bury them all."

Before the end of her life, Shang Yingluo still decided to take revenge on those people. If she succeeds, she would be able to laugh for the rest of her life. It's a pity that he won't live long, but it doesn't matter.I don’t understand why Mida and Guling Shiyan are so proud. Those people all look so arrogant. In Mida’s eyes, everyone else is cheap except Guling Shiyan. After becoming a great master, Gong became proud, and it was all for what reason.Shang Yingluo didn't understand those people, and thought of what Mi Da would look like after being revenged by him, would he change the unification of Kyushu into the destruction of Kyushu?Those who have never tasted pain, only give pain to others.Shang Yingluo feels that even if she is really a demon, she is still the most normal person here.

After burning almost all the scriptures in the room, Shang Yingluo remembered to write a suicide note. After finishing the pen and ink, he suddenly didn't know what to write. He didn't think about the shit that happened to him It was passed down to future generations, and in the end he realized the most ridiculous truth. In the end, he wrote only one line with his frozen hands: I hope that after I die, I will be reduced to ashes.A tear dripped down his cheek onto the paper, smearing the ink.

Chang Yingluo folded the paper and threw it into the brazier. She put on her clothes, stepped on the remaining scriptures and walked towards the door. The candles were extinguished, and only the dark flame flickered in the room.

A simple and elegant room was dark and dark without any light. The eunuchs outside the door were cold and sleepy. A green light flashed inside the room, and the figure of Chang Yingluo appeared. After the green light blinked, the room returned to darkness, which was warmer than the outside. There are many, filled with vaguely scented scents, and the residual scent of incense is still wafting in the house.Chang Yingluo was just as she expected, Guling Shiyan had already gone out, I don't know what method Guling Shiyan used to put Mida into a deep sleep and let him in smoothly, the eunuchs outside didn't find him at all.Chang Yingluo came to the table, lit the candle, picked up the candlestick and looked around the room, there was still a teacup on the small table of the Arhat bed outside the screen.Shang Yingluo walked inside, there were two layers of curtains on the big bed, and the person inside could not be seen clearly, but Shang Yingluo was sure that Mida was inside.When I came to the dressing table, I moved my hands over the bottles, jars, and boxes, and squeezed the lid of the incense burner to open it. A faint fragrance wafted out from inside. Sleep.

Chang Yingluo lifted up the curtain, stepped towards the bed, and saw Mida's figure through the last curtain, her breathing fluctuated gently so that it would not wake people up.Chang Yingluo lifted the last layer of curtains, and the candlelight illuminated the inside of the bed, dragging his shadow onto the bed. Mida was lying on his side with his back to him, his hair scattered on the bed behind him, and he looked down from above by the candlelight. Mida's side face, with the quilt tucked up to his neck, seemed to be sleeping peacefully, without any nervousness.Chang Yingluo pinched her finger, a faint golden light cast down from her body, reflected on Mi Da, he closed his eyes, and saw that Mi Da was still in a dream.

The cold window with a bright moon and few stars, the water full of fame and fame, reflected a clear shadow, Mida sat on the ground and fell asleep, with a sword stuck in the ground, Chang Yingluo just looked at it and would not get close to that figure, he I don't want Mida to wake up so soon.The scenery in front of him seemed to be covered with a layer of gray. Apart from this, Shang Yingluo also wanted to know what Mida was thinking. It must be annihilation of Buddha Town. Although he was sure, he still knew that kind of hidden and strong thought .

When I closed my eyes, I saw a distorted light and shadow in front of me, the scene gradually appeared, the dark clouds surged and covered the earth, the sound of fighting and shouting mixed together, many Buddha statues were shattered on the ground, corpses were scattered all over, and snow fell on those stiff corpses. The scene that Shang Yingluo saw in Foxiang was very similar. I don't know how long the battle between the two sides lasted.It was already a scene of hell, when the snow stopped and the wind stopped, the figures on the battlefield were all turned into corpses, and piles of corpses were piled together like a tower, and there were still many scattered corpses on the ground.Looking up, there are two figures on the top of the tower.The clothes of those two figures were stained with blood, and they were still proudly standing on top of the corpse. Looking carefully, they were Mi Da and Gu Ling Shi Yan. Mi Da was holding Gu Ling Shi Yan with one hand, and his mouth and eyes were smiling. , Gu Ling Shi Yan looked down at the corpse below with a proud and cold face.They all have such an aloof appearance, overlooking everything and playing with other people's lives.However, to Shang Yingluo's surprise, Mi Da seemed to like Gu Ling Shiyan very much, but he never cared whether the two people really liked or were just pretending.

Shang Yingluo opened her eyes, still holding the candlestick in her hand, and remained motionless when she closed her eyes. The dim candlelight reflected the figures of two people. He lowered the candlestick a little, so that Mida's face was illuminated more vividly. He moved He moved his lips and whispered: "Mida, this is the first time we spoke so calmly, it's a pity you won't hear it, I have glimpsed the thoughts in your heart, even my numb heart thinks it's too much It's beautiful, but it's a pity that it won't come true. You could have been. It's a pity, alas--have you ever experienced the feeling of disappointment and pain. I once had a beautiful vision, and you shattered it, I don’t have any complaints about my confusion, I’ve mended it, but I can’t stand the brutal trampling of you guys. All I have left is the desire to be reduced to ashes, and I hope you can find other visions.”

Chang Yingluo recited a mantra, and the golden light rippled on Mita's body like water waves, and finally the golden light turned into white light spots and dissipated, which only made Mita sleep or be trapped in a dream for a little longer.With a flicker of candlelight, the room was plunged into darkness, and Chang Yingluo was nowhere to be seen, leaving only Mida who was still sleeping.

The last night was extremely long, the wind and snow were raging, thick black clouds were floating in the sky, and heavy snowflakes were flying wildly.All the monks in the Buddhist village did not dare to relax their vigilance. Even in such a cold weather, they insisted on staying outside. Although Yuputi's inexplicable awakening was strange, they didn't care about it. Now the battle with the Desire Realm was imminent. At the same time, I also feel that I will be able to overcome the world of desire.The monks guarding the gate of Buddhism did not dare to slack off. They all wondered how long this war with the Desire Realm would last. I heard that it had been going on for quite a long time before, and YuBodhi's voice came from the sky: "The people of the Desire Realm I will never give up, and it will come again in the middle of the night, this battle with the Desire Realm must be concluded, and it will end at dawn." His calm voice seemed to be well-planned and planned, which made all the monks calm down and listen to his orders.

The night was getting deeper and the cold was getting heavier, but the black clouds in the sky were not as oppressive and desperate as before. Several rows of monks guarding the gate actually felt that there was a ghostly cold air, but they all said to each other that it was just an illusion.

"Looking at the sword with a cold lamp, how many achievements are there on the sword?" Suddenly a young man's voice came from above, reciting poems leisurely with a nasal and sticky voice, and there was a faint echo, and a huge sword flashed in the air Light, translucent like water waves flowing, like approaching lightning.Hearing this long-lost poem, the visitor confessed his identity.

The monks raised their weapons and shouted in panic: "This is... the grand master!" After the sword light flashed, there was a loud noise and shaking, and a crack several feet wide opened on the ground. Some monks were still caught off guard. With a scream, he fell into the crack, vomiting blood from his mouth, and struggling with his limbs.