"Why don't you open the door!?"

On the solemn and ancient altar, a huge light ball of surging chaos hangs. Sometimes the chaos separates, and birds and beasts, rivers and clouds can be seen. Sometimes the chaos gathers, and there are blue thunder, purple lightning, and red fire and ash.

Under the huge ball of light surging in chaos, an angry voice roared.

The suppressed pain was like a volcano about to erupt.

The person who growls is a monk with clear features.

The face that would have brought many radiance to people is now buried in pain.

There were wounds cut by the wind knife on the face, especially the left eyebrow, which had a narrow cut on the left third.

He came too fast, and when he crashed through the space, he was injured by a gust of wind.

It almost triggered a counterattack by the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, and the Dharmakaya was obliterated.

The person he questioned was wearing a bamboo hat, raincoat, and straw sandals, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a sheathed knife across his knees.

He is naturally one of the three human race disciples guarding Suiming City in this period, the true king of Qin State, Qin Changsheng, who once faced off against Shi Anxuan in the Nantian battlefield.

"Isn't this open?" he said quietly.

"You know what I'm talking about!" the angry monk growled angrily.

"Which door do you want to open?" Qin Changsheng asked quietly.

"Of course it is the door to the land of the gods!" the monk said excitedly: "My sect, Zen Master Xingnian, is in the middle and is already knocking on the door!"

Qin Changsheng's reaction was still very calm: "As far as I know, the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons does not lead to the land of the gods. Zen Master Xingnian opened the passage himself, but he has not yet reached the door. When he reaches the door, I will wait

Once it is confirmed that it is safe, we will take him in."

"I want you to open the door now!" The monk suddenly came closer. The scar on his bald head was as scarlet as blood, and it seemed like a letter. "I want to greet him!"

Qin Changsheng raised his eyelids and looked at him. He said slowly: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

The same sentence, but this is a question.

The monk was so anxious that his eyes were already bloodshot: "Zen Master Xing Nian is the highest achiever in the world in the "Future Star Tribulation Sutra". He is the great Bodhisattva of Mount Sumeru and the true king of Yan Dao of our human race! Qin Zhenjun, you Qin Changsheng, you Qin State

, are you really going to die without saving me?!"

"Zhaowu, let me ask you!" Qin Changsheng held the long knife in his hand and still sat cross-legged: "If this is a situation, if the demon clan breaks through the door, who will bear the responsibility?"

"I'll bear it!" Monk Zhaowu said angrily, "If something happens because of this, I'll pay with my head!"

"You can't afford it!" Qin Changsheng's voice was extremely cold: "What's the point of your body being shattered into pieces? How can you afford to pay for the entire Sumeru Mountain?"

Zhaowu said with red eyes: "Zen Master Xing Nian has made great contributions to the human race. I, Mount Xumi, have sacrificed my life for the human race! Looking around the world, few can match his calculation power. If we can survive him, it will be of great help to our human race."

use!"

"Not to mention that he has not settled the results for five hundred years. If you didn't come here today, I would have thought that he was still in the mountain." Qin Changsheng said slowly: "I just want to tell you the rules."

"It is not a rule set by me, Qin Changsheng, but a rule set by our human race for the Sect of Ten Thousand Demons since ancient times. It is not specifically aimed at you, but you must be within its rules."

"Everyone who enters or exits the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons needs to be notified in advance and verified internally and externally. I don't know why Chu State would let you come here rashly. But I have reason to think that they don't respect the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

Respect the overall situation of the conflict between the two clans. The person in charge of the deputy sect of the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons in Chu State has grossly neglected his duty! I should write to Chu Ting and ask for an explanation."

Qin Changsheng's eyes became more and more fierce, just like the long sword on his knee, which could no longer be restrained by the scabbard: "The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons is the only door to the demon world in this world, and it will never be opened to the outside world easily. Don't.

It is said that Zen Master Xing Nian has not walked outside the door yet. Even if he reaches the door, he must wait for a full period of time and eliminate all risks before allowing him to enter!"

He looked at Zhao Wu with his eyes: "Who gave you the courage to open your mouth and open the door to greet you?"

"When two armies are fighting, you cannot open the city gate lightly. When two countries are fighting, you cannot lightly open the border. Now that two tribes are fighting, who are you going to open the door to welcome?"

"Zhaowu, what do you think we are doing? Why do you think I am sitting here?"

"You don't really think that we, the human race, sit back and relax, and the war with the monster race is just a child's play, do you?"

"If that's true, how come your family's Zhiwen bell was lost? Why did Zen Master Mingzhi die? Why is Zen Master Xingnian in danger now? Why do you need to mess around here?"

"Has it been a long time since the bloody battle at Centipede Ridge? The statue of Demon Emperor Yuanxi is still standing in the Taikoo Imperial City. Why don't you take a look at it from a distance?!"

These repeated shouts and questions were like slashing with a straight knife, the sharp edge gouging out the heart, making Monk Zhaowu look disgraced.

"He and I……"

The dignified True Lord Yan Dao, who had also discussed Taoism with Huang Weizhen back then, actually closed his eyes in pain and mumbled, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Of course he knows what Qin Changsheng said!

Of course he knew that no one would support him in opening the door.

Why did he lower his voice and roar, because he knew he couldn't ignore everything.

But he really wants to save people!

The one who has been hiding in the demon clan for five hundred years, who vowed to get back the Zhiwen Bell for Shanmen and end the tragedy of EMI, does he know that there is someone waiting for him in this world?

Do you know that there are always people who believe in him, many people believe in him?

"If you really want to go to the rescue, the road over there is always open." Qin Changsheng's voice was extremely cruel.

The door to all demons will not be opened for this.

But between the Civilization Basin and the Monster Territory, there is no Ten Thousand Demon Sect—that’s how Zen Master Xingnian went to the Monster Territory.

But Zen Master Ming Zhi is gone, and Zen Master Xing Nian will also be gone.

What's the use of him going?

Terugo unclenched his clenched fists, glanced over there, and walked down the altar in despair.

"You might as well think about it."

Qin Changsheng's cold voice came from behind: "Does Zen Master Xing Nian want you to support him? Is he willing to let the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons bear the risk of falling for him? With his deep calculation, from beginning to end, he can

Did you pass it to you?"

Zhaowu didn't say anything and continued walking out.

For some reason, blood started to bleed from the place where his eyebrow was broken. He stretched out his finger and touched it, and his fingertips were bright red.

It is true that the body of Yan Dao cannot be healed from an injury.

But a broken eyebrow is really not a big injury and can be smoothed out easily.

But he did nothing more.

…

…

The 90,000-foot Daofeng peak is so high that it cannot be seen in the world.

Qizhiben, who looked sickly and thin, sat alone in front of the chessboard.

Chess pieces ground from white stone and black stone are placed in two copper bowls.

So he used this copper bowl as a chess pot.

When a son falls into it, the sound of the bowl is far away.

The sound is like hitting a stone in an empty valley, giving you a quiet and wonderful Zen feeling.

This is the alms bowl left by Zen Master Ming Zhi, the great Bodhisattva of Mount Sumeru, five hundred years ago.

In front of the Buddha bowl on the left, there are several books piled up.

There are also a few books stacked in front of the Buddha's bowl on the right.

Fifth from the left, fourth from the right.

The top one on the left has the words written in Taoist script on the cover——

"Buddha's Fifty-Eight Chapters·Chapter 2 and 17"!

The top one on the right has a Taoist text on the cover... "The Fifty-Eight Chapters of the Buddha's Speech·Zhang Si Shi Lu".

At that time, "The Fifty-Eight Chapters of the Buddha" from Tianyao Pavilion was stolen, and a total of twenty chapters were lost. Later, the traitor was found out, and the instigator behind the scenes, Zen Master Xumishan Mingzhi, was also captured and directly beaten to death.

Seven chapters of the scripture have been recovered, and thirteen chapters have been lost since then.

They were all used by Zen Master Xing Nian and scattered all over the world.

Now three chapters are used for Shenxiao's game. Xing Nian uses this as a note to try to write the future. He set up a game and forcibly stopped it.

And of the remaining ten chapters, he had already reached chapter five.

As soon as Ding Xing Nian appeared in the Shenxiao Bureau, traces were immediately produced, and the other five chapters were nowhere to be seen.

Of the last ten lost chapters of the scripture, nine chapters are collected here, and one chapter was shattered by the Ape Immortal Court.

If Zen Master Xing Nian still has a chance to survive, to penetrate time, and to play chess with the stars in the future kalpas, these nine chapters of the sutra are the only hope.

Qizhben picked up one of the sutras and flipped through it casually: "When you achieve Bodhi, there will be no karma and fruit in the world, suffering and innocence, and the ordinary mind will be content."

He recounted Zen Master Xing Nien's great wish before his death, with a relaxed tone: "When you achieve Bodhi, there will be no evil in the sky..."

Tear!

Tear!

Tear!

The nine-chapter scripture was torn cleanly into pieces, and not a single word could be put back together.

"Okay, no more."
To be continued...