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Lu Zhengkang was sitting deep in the hall, on the high platform.

it's time.

Xiangshu has summoned him in the dark.

The Buddhist and Taoist lay people stood inside and outside the hall with wide open windows.

These bald heads stood quietly, like wooden poles poking on a stone slab, like a group of silent grass and trees, like migratory birds gliding in the wind. They are quiet and full of strong emotions.

All day long.

All day long, before the sun rose, Lu Zhengkang sat on the high platform, while the believers stood looking at him.

Up to now, the red sun is falling.

The sun shines in from the tall square window frames, and the golden transparent oblique pillars are dissolved in the shadow of the house, and the dust collides in them, sinks and floats, or leaves the beam of light, enters, or returns ...Who can tell? Can they tell by themselves?

There was a light on the high platform, and Jin Hui's earth was like lacquer. In such sunlight and eyes, Lu Zhengkang had completely got rid of the definition of human beings. The peaceful him would be a higher level existence.

Through his body, one can see the aloft—He.

Lu Zhengkang's heart was full of delusional thoughts, and gradually weakened his sense of sympathy.

A little bit weak.

So it's time.

In the silent world of Fa-rectification, Lu Zhengkang's throat rolled, low thunder rang out from his chest, deaf and trembling, houses shaken, and mountains and forests rustling.

The surging upper edge, the stream of destiny.

Just like that, the soul suddenly flew out, floating high.

Lu Zhengkang carefully felt this simple world.

The believers recited his name aloud.

"Nanwuluyuan Bodhisattva."

The body of the avatar surrounded by faint glow, at the end of the last, he caught a certain kind of inspiration and raised his left hand to the east. The fingertips are just at the very edge of the beam of light, with a gleam of light shining into everyone's hearts. It is not a finger, it is a torch, and a lighthouse.

The mortal body of the dunya sits like this, pointing, and slowly disappearing, just as the shadow is in the light, the dark existence is dissolved, everything returns to the original appearance, the original appearance of nothing.

Some people burst into tears, some showed compassion on their faces, and of course some showed uncontrollable joy...

A lively face grew on a rigid and meaningless body-this was Lu Zhengkang's last thought before he left the world.

The upper edge, the great upper edge, the upper edge is a description of the foundation of the universe. It is an individual and a whole.

The deep upper edge aggregates, the surface layer makes up the world, what is in the deep layer?

Lu Zhengkang’s upper fringe beads shook slightly, and the evil fringe was immediately separated, and the tumbling gray marks turned into faces—lively faces, without a shell, but some oval-shaped objects, which surrounded Lu Zhengkang. Rotating, set off the upper edge of the whirlpool, revealing the deep pit.

The endless and endless pits and valleys end below the surface, beyond all manifestations.

And in Lu Zhengkang's ability to understand, there is still a concrete form of existence. He refers to an existence in the depths, a pivot.

"You! Here comes..."

Lu Zhengkang is a little bit of Mars. He is floating on the radiant sea, the huge storm on the sea surface, the turbulence of the face, the vortex formed, a huge body shows a little bit of evil clues, ten arms, eight Face, iron body, copper head, red hair, long arms, sharp claws.

With eight faces and one hundred eyes, joy, anger, sorrow, fear, treacherous, greedy, idiotic, epilepsy, countless affectionate struggles and twists on the face, the dazzling and dense eyes blinking regularly, crystal-like eyes A layer of grotesque eye shadows floated on the membrane, like the dirt of an elderly person.

Each of the ten arms held ten divine swords, but nine of them were intact, and one only had a blade left.

A huge fang grows between the chest and abdomen, and the lead-gray gums are soaked with black blood, dripping from the pale fangs.

This big mouth widened, and it was another vortex, and the fleshy corridor led to sinking-Lu Zhengkang actually saw countless human bodies climbing upwards.

"Dead! Death! Death!" They were surging like waves, making a hoarse and terrifying high pitch.

Lu Zhengkang's upper edge bead is like a sparkling seedling.

He is already a character like a bright moon, but he is like the real deep space of the universe.

Xiangshu said he wanted him to surrender-who could not surrender?

It's not high above the sky, but below the ground.

But Lu Zhengkang did not believe it.

The sky is high and the earth is thick, is his existence just used to recognize certain established things?

The grand samurai appeared slowly.

If the relationship is dark and evil, then the samsara is mixed and natural.

A big dream in a previous life.

The honor and glory of this life.

The golden light around the samurai faded slightly, revealing a face...

One hundred eyes one face.

Hollow Knight!

"bass--!"

The bone nail is out of the sheath!

Familiar feeling, familiar feeling!

"cut!"

Under a nail, set the storm!

On the surging upper edge, the side walls of the whirlpool shrank, and a little light pressed against a mountain, squeezing into the place behind the whirlpool.

...

Lu Zhengkang looked at Xiangshu calmly.

The bone spikes in his hand pierced his chest, and they were falling.

Deep in the upper edge, the foundation of the universe.

Countless information turned into whispers in the ear, basically incomprehensible.

He has reached reincarnation.

Samsara is a circle. The outside comes in, keeps pouring in, and the inside goes out one after another.

The dead soul is just a passer-by in Samsara, and here is mainly responsible for the renewal of the upper edge.

Lu Zhengkang felt his upper fringe beaded in layers.

Quan Hongming's soul seed is also there.

It happens to be here to wash away bad fate.

Reincarnation is an objective phenomenon, and Lu Zhengkang is eager to understand its operation and master this power.

Only in this way can he let the Pure Land Orb possess the endless attributes, rather than a greedy monster that hurts others and benefits himself.

Xiangshu also stared at Lu Zhengkang. He was hit by a bone nail and could not move, so he looked at Lu Zhengkang with a strange look.

This feeling is like being watched by a judge.

"You are resisting fate! You are all thieves! Only this seat conforms to the way of heaven and controls destruction!"

Lu Zhengkang quietly listened to the whisper in his ear, and did not forget to say: "Next, I'm listening."

And Xiangshu really said a few more words, "The power of the picture scroll is limited, this seat will destroy this world, and Vientiane will be updated!"

"You, the little monk, and the little blacksmith, wait for your fame, you will sink forever!"

Lu Zhengkang sarcastically said: "Walking on behalf of the sky, relying on a generation like you with lusts?"

The whisper in the ear increased.

Lu Zhengkang perceives the third existence deep in the upper edge.

He is taller, no, not tall, but high!

The so-called existence of detachment ~www.readwn.com~ is the cause of everything.

The countless voices echoed in Lu Zhengkang's heart.

"I understand."

Xiangshu was furious, "No! Why choose him! This seat is the only one!"

He made an angrily, suddenly squeezed away the restraints, threw Lu Zhengkang away, and turned around to eliminate the invisible, like a husband who hurried home after discovering an affair.

Lu Zhengkang slowly closed his eyes.

Knowledge, mystery, history.

He wants to know.

But he couldn't understand the mysterious knowledge, and all this was accepted by the samurai.

He grows slowly right here, and he wants to go deeper into reincarnation, even if that makes his reincarnation risky.

...

"Go ahead."

A little soul-seed floated, leaving the cycle.

...

A few familiar souls came here.

It is Sun Lichai and them.

Following the connection of the positive fate, they continue to move under the world they cannot understand.

Benyu led the remaining thirteen people.

Because he opened up some celestial eyesight, he could roughly see the upper edge.

This place is like a deep ocean, full of turbulent currents, and further difficulties are extremely difficult.

A terrifying monster appeared on the road in front of them.

"The smell of the little monk! Eat you! Let him know what pain is!"

The souls trembled.

The big hand stretched out, unable to escape.

The sharp minions are about to disturb them all.

One punch!

"So bold!"

Bai Yingruyu's big boxing hit Xiangshu's evil face and knocked him off.

Then his fists were released into palms, and several souls were picked up.

Lift out of the water.

There is light shining.

They all saw it.

The solemn face, beautiful antlers.

Between the antlers, a little pearl shines like a pure white sun hanging high.