The statue of the god standing in front of the giant bronze cauldron has a red face, a fire snake wrapped around its arms, and a fire turtle on its feet. In its hand is a puppet painted with gold paint and with red eyebrows.

Of course, he represents the will of Duke Xuan Nan. While putting the puppet into the bronze cauldron, he said: "This person is so persistent that he may not be able to be tamed. If he becomes a demon, it may cause disaster in the future."

At this time, Mr. Xuan Nan was not as temperamental as when he was talking to Hu Taisui. Although his voice was soft, there was a lot of majesty in it.

Night Bodhisattva said casually: "How old is he now? How many years has he lived in this world? How many relatives and friends do he have there? When he spreads his branches and reproduces here, his understanding of himself will change over time.

."

"Emotions don't exist innately, they arise during interactions."

"We must believe in the power of time."

"You can even believe in the power of Black Lotus Temple."

The red-faced statue was about to say something more, but after hearing the last sentence, he shut up.

Indeed, time is enough to erase everything, and the emotions of living beings are not enough to be worn away. And if Black Lotus Temple wants to completely control a Xiong Sansi, there are many ways. Some of them cannot even be overcome by will.

Just like if Tiger Tai Sui simply wanted to destroy Xiong Sansi's will, Xiong Sansi would not be much better than Ling Xihua now. It is precisely to retain Xiong Sansi's hatred, retain Xiong Sansi's strong vitality and enterprising spirit, Xiong Sansi

Only then can we have the opportunity to hate, get angry, persist or despair.

The body and soul are at the mercy of others, and it is difficult to control love and hate.

There are all ants below the peak, it is so real and hopeless.

He turned back slowly, raised his eyes to glance at the sky, then returned his gaze to the bronze cauldron, and muttered: "Quin Yingyang is really getting better and better."

Ji Xingkong didn't care about Quan Yingyang. Cicada Fayuan and Hu Taisui were both eliminated, and Zhiwen Zhong was already in his possession. He kicked Tiger Taisui off the Tianxi God Conferment Platform and was waiting for this moment.

.He planned Xiong Sansi in advance just for this moment.

His conversation with Xuan Nan Gong could not be heard by Xiong Sansi, but his comfort and care soothed Xiong Sansi's heart over and over again.

The Buddha's teachings are divided into eight divisions of heaven and dragon.

Although Buddhism in the Demon Realm is its own entity, it has also inherited many things.

In ancient Nanshan, snakes replaced dragons, and they were still called the Eight Tribes of Heaven and Dragon.

Black Lotus Temple established its own Eight Divisions of Ghosts and Gods to compete with Gunan Mountain. This matter has been going on for a long time.

But as King of Light Tathagata said back then - "With eight parts and seven ghosts, it is difficult for the Dharma to be promulgated."

The unstable foundation of the Eight Divisions of Ghosts and Gods of Black Lotus Temple is a fatal hidden danger. It also makes it difficult for them to truly challenge the orthodox status of Gunan Mountain.

Today, Tiger Taisui is working hard to pursue the path of transcendence and create a brand new race with unlimited potential.

The layout of Ji Xingkong was appropriated for his own use, and the spirit clan was used to achieve the goal of Marokana. It can be said that it made up for the shortcomings and enriched the potential of the Eight Divisions of Ghosts and Gods.

For the ancient imperial city, placing the spiritual tribe among the eight tribes of ghosts and gods and being controlled by the Black Lotus Temple can be regarded as imprisoning the beast in a cage to protect them from future troubles.

If this happens, the hidden dangers of the Spirit Clan will be under control, the foundation of Black Lotus Temple will be replenished, and Xiong Sansi will be freed from pain. It can be said that everyone is happy - except Tiger Taisui.

In other words, if he is willing, he can also come to Marokana to participate in the grand event and create a prosperous Black Lotus era together. The Black Lotus Temple is a place outside the world, and it also opens the door to convenience.

Of course, Ji Xingkong would not take the initiative to say this, lest Tiger Tai Sui would fight for his life. He would wait for Tiger Tai Sui to realize it on his own.

"There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, and there are lotus flowers on the other side." Night Bodhisattva recited the last Buddhist verse. His compassionate voice seemed to soothe the sadness of the entire world. It is also natural that the bear should think twice and feel the warmth, and it should be for him

give directions.

But Xiong Sansi, who was curled up in the sea of ​​clouds, did not react at all. He was still fighting there in a miserable state, continuing his endless cycle of pain.

It was impossible for Xiong Sansi not to hear these words. The Bodhisattva's words came to him that night, and he had no right not to be unable to hear them.

Then silence is a kind of rejection.

Ji Xing has imagined many possibilities, but he has never thought of this one.

This is not to say that this possibility does not exist. Marokana is a Buddhist power with a very symbolic meaning. What the Eight Tribes of Ghosts and Gods need is an independent soul, a viable ethnic group, not a simple puppet. So he has no restrictions.

Bear think twice about the freedom of choice.

To be honest, there is only one letter insect here, and the power it conveys is very little, and it cannot do much. Otherwise, he would have rushed out and joined forces with Xuan Nangong to overthrow Hu Tai Sui.

only……

how come?

How could Xiong Sansi refuse?

How painful and desperate he was!

He has tried everything, and all efforts have failed!

His fate was sealed the moment he was noticed by Hu Taisui.

From Qianjie Cave to Ziwu Hills, and then to the world of Shenxiao.

He can't do anything, doesn't he understand?

By continuing the tacit understanding they reached earlier, joining the Black Lotus Temple and becoming the founder of Marokana, he will be able to escape the sea of ​​suffering and have everything he wants.

What reason did he have for refusing?

The word "Jiang Wang" flashed through his mind. This mortal man who killed Shu Jialan was also a native of Xiong Sansi's unilateral recognition as a comrade-in-arms.

Ye Bodhisattva solemnly said: "Monsters cannot lie. The young genius you want to help escape is dead. Quan Yingyang cut off his head and is returning. Do you want to kill Quan Yingyang to repay this?

hatred?"

His voice exuded a power related to "trust" that made Xiong think twice about the authenticity of this passage.

This statement can certainly be true.

Jiang Wang will definitely die, his head will be cut off, and Quan Yingyang will definitely take it out to make Xiong think twice about revenge.

For Marokana and Black Lotus Temple, anyone can sacrifice.

Of course there is no problem if the dog is Ying Yang.

But as soon as Ye Bodhisattva said these words, Xiong Sansi's convulsing body suddenly froze, and then his eyes began to collapse. The newly formed body of the spirit race emitted a strange fragrance, and the whole body exploded into a pile of flesh worms!

The clean white flesh worms scattered in the sea of ​​gods had a special attraction. They were wrapped up by the swarming divine power and devoured bit by bit.

Xiong Sansi did not give any answers to all of Ji Xingkong's questions.

He endured in silence, suffered in silence, and gave up in silence.

But the last words he said in his life were heard clearly by all the monsters present and remembered clearly——

"I am human!"

The red-faced statue next to the bronze tripod was silent.

Night Bodhisattva, who had appeared through the letter bug, was also silent.

But the silence only lasted for about two breaths. After two breaths, the faceless Night Bodhisattva stepped forward and landed on the mountain path, landing in front of Ling Xihua, who was holding a sword with one arm.

His eyes emerged from the dark night, staring at Ling Xihua's pale face and evasive eyes.

With a kind of trustworthy certainty and compassion, he said: "Actually, I have been optimistic about you from a long time ago. Are you willing to join the Black Lotus Temple and become Marakana? The eight divisions of ghosts and gods, you alone control one, and one day you will achieve fruition.

Be equal to me!"

Compared with Xiong Sansi, Ling Xihua is indeed far behind.

It was so bad that even Tiger Taisui didn't bother to take another look after using it.

But compared to the real Spirit Clan, Ling Xihua is only one step short of the last step, similar to the step Xiong Sansi took in the Cave of the Flesh and Gods.

At the level of a heavenly demon, one will not regret things that cannot be changed.

Isn’t it the divine infant?

Black Lotus Temple can have it!

Specifically, how to become a true Eldar is just a matter of trying a few times.

With the example of Xiong Sansi and the protection of Black Lotus Temple, this last step will not become an insurmountable problem.

Ling Xihua had no idea that it would be him who was the leader of the village. Just as he had no idea that a great Bodhisattva like Ji Xingkong could say so naturally, "I have been optimistic about you."

His evasive eyes instantly became firm. He threw away the sword in his hand, raised one palm to his heart, and knelt down in front of Ye Bodhisattva with utmost sincerity: "Before Xihua was born, my mother had the Buddha's light in her dreams! She has been reading Buddhist scriptures since she was a child.

I have admired the Black Lotus Temple for a long time, but I am subject to the three evil tribulation kings and it is difficult to form a relationship with the Buddha! Thanks to the Bodhisattva, I have given you a chance to turn back from the sea of ​​suffering. From now on, I am Marakana. I should uphold the precepts and guard my mind, and be glorious.

I, the Buddha...please ask the great Bodhisattva to ordain me!"

In this situation, who can not say that it is fate?

Night Bodhisattva reached out his hand from the shadow, and with a gentle flick of his black Buddha palm, he brushed away Ling Xihua's long hair, leaving a black lotus pattern on the smooth scalp. The power of the Eight Parts of Ghosts and Gods

Um?

In the process, he seemed to have captured something on the mountain path where Jiang Wang spilled his blood and Spider Lanruo died in battle. However, due to the fact that the power provided by the single letter insect was too little, it was extremely difficult to study it in detail.

But Ling Xihua, who was about to become the first Mara Jana in the world, couldn't help but look at the sea of ​​gods.

From the Spirit Tribe to Marokana, he is picking up the leftovers of Xiong Sansi. His feelings towards this person are really complicated.

"What?" asked Xingkong.
To be continued...