When Grandma Styx was shocked, the surrounding scene was blurred for a few moments, but it did not break, but became clear again.
She frowned slightly, feeling that she really couldn't break the illusion with her own thoughts.
When she exerted her strength just now, she actually wanted to connect with her other thoughts, internally and externally, but according to the vague feedback from other thoughts, it seemed that all her thoughts were restrained by different illusions.
“To mislead me into summoning so many underworld thoughts and create such a large number of illusions in one fell swoop, I’m afraid I’m going to spare no effort to convert all my skills and energy into telekinesis in order to compete with me.”
Grandma Minghe thought, "His technique is indeed magical. He can continuously transform vitality into telekinesis, but there is always an upper limit to the instantaneous conversion rate."
"I am backed by the water of the underworld, and the available ideas are endless. The instantaneous flow is large enough, and I don't have to worry about fighting with him."
Although the shadow of tens of millions of underworld was temporarily blocked by Su Hanshan Mislead, and in turn harass the Styx.
However, when it comes to the research on Huangquan, Grandma Minghe firmly believes that her own experience and insights are far above Su Hanshan.
Wait until the shadow of Huangquan is freed from the influence of Su Hanshan and returns to the control of Grandma Styx.
At that time, Su Hanshan's behavior of distracting his mind and throwing himself into hell will become a complete meal delivery.
"Get up!!"
Grandma Styx shouted softly, her body suddenly lifted up, and she flew out of this broken house at high speed.
This seems to be an abandoned temple, with broken walls, collapsed walls, overgrown weeds, and a gloomy atmosphere.
She flew high into the sky, and the entire temple below shrank sharply in her field of vision. It was only the size of a fingernail. Looking at it, she vaguely realized that this illusion was filled with nothingness dozens of miles away. boundary.
The illusion of the void created by Grandma Styx through the Son of Sky requires real tampering with the space, so the range is only about twenty miles, but this illusion is purely shaped by the mind.
Generally speaking, as big as the heart is, the illusion will be as big as it is. If the consciousness of falling into the illusion looks around, it will feel that the boundaries are constantly extending, and there is no end in sight.
It is now easy to detect the boundary. Firstly, it is because of the profound realm of Grandma Styx. Secondly, it is also because the thought power that constitutes this illusion is relatively rigid in its operation.
"Oh, using his own thoughts to confuse a large group of underworld shadows, and jointly construct an illusion. It seems to be brilliant, but in fact it reveals its shortcomings."
Grandma Styx flew in a circle, Look at the scenery on the earth.
Between the towns and mountains, there are many human figures and houses, birds and beasts, poisonous insects and fish, but it looks very lively and prosperous.
But if you look closely, you can find that those people are just repeating a few actions and words, crying or laughing, over and over again.
People who seem to be talking are actually just talking to themselves.
There was a skinny old man who looked like an ancient ape, who set up a stage to tell stories on the street. He held a short stick in his hand so that he could vividly act out the actions in his story, but he just said: "In my bedside box... ...Inside the box...there is also a jade inkstone and a set of unique books, which I want to give to Liu'er."
"Liu'er. He loves the original version of ancient books and doesn’t like to read the deleted ones on the market. But he also likes to scribble when he flips through the books. He never dared to give this ancient book to him before!”
There is also that scribe at hand! He held a child and said with a smile: "Don't move around here. I'll buy you some oranges."
He took two steps forward, then stepped back, continued to touch the child's head, and repeated the same sentence.
"Don't move around here, I'll buy you some oranges."
Although everyone's expressions are natural, if they are repeated too much, it will inevitably make people feel stiff.
Grandma Styx thought to herself: "Although this boy is young, he is good at fighting and has a lot of cultivation. Naturally, he can realize that these illusions created by using the shadow of the underworld are not so easy to use."
“The thought of death, which seems to be alive and dying, will soon break away from his charm, so he must seize the time, forcefully induce the power of the illusion, and try to damage my spirit.”
Thinking of this, her figure floated down and stood in the courtyard of the ruined temple with a sneer on her face.
Sure enough, several dilapidated houses in front of them were shattered and collapsed.
Out of the billowing smoke, a knight of short stature, but with a beard as thick as a steel needle, a heroic spirit, and a sword in hand emerged.
"What a monster, you are doing evil here and killing innocent people. Today I came to your door and you didn't even run away!!"
Now this illusion is still under the control of Su Hanshan. Although it is dull, it is still under the control of Su Hanshan. It is unrealistic to try to hide and seek inside to avoid the opponent's attack. It will take a while.
"Confronting my thoughts will only speed up the loss of control of the illusion, causing all the shadows of the underworld that have been bewitched by you to return to their true colors earlier and surround your thoughts."
Grandma Styx chuckled, "Also good , This shows how grandma’s method is.”
The swordsman shouted, opened his fingers, and the sword flew out, and he made a seal with his fingers. He saw the wind and clouds rushing away, as fast as a galloping horse, and the fallen leaves swept away, flying sand and rocks. .
The sword was blessed by the changes in the scene of heaven and earth, and the golden light shone brightly, splitting into dozens of sword shadows, screaming through the air, and killing Grandma Styx.
Grandma Styx waved her sleeve, and one long sleeve split into nine parts. It was extremely flexible and rolled up in the air.
The sword pierced the long sleeve, as if it were piercing a phantom that suddenly deepened and then disappeared. Just as the force relaxed, the long sleeve suddenly solidified, deflecting the shadow of the sword and flying out.
Each long sleeve can swing several long swords.
The sword blade spun and flew around, cutting strips of cracks on the ground and thinning clouds and mist in the air.
The power blessed by the illusion was dispersed by these sword blades themselves.
In an instant, the dust subsided, and even the blades themselves could not maintain their strength and suddenly faded away.
Only the original sword was left, which was caught by the swordsman.
But the light of this sword is getting weaker and weaker, as if it is being repelled by the surrounding scenery.
Starting from the tip of the sword, thin cracks appeared and spread upward.
The swordsman's face was solemn, he bit his fingertip and wiped it on the sword. He ignored it and charged out again, flying down and slashing down with his sword.
The force of this attack was extremely brutal, and the energy penetrated Changhong.
The purity of his thoughts made the swordsman's entire figure shine from the inside out, a bit illusory, but also seemed to become stronger, with power blessing the blade.
Grandma Styx's pupils shrank, as thin as the tip of a needle, and she stared at this scene closely.
Be careful and bold.
At the critical moment, she grabbed it with her bare hands, and each nail tip of her five fingers got stuck in the different cracks of the sword body, just right.
The crack that was originally closed with blood was scratched directly through by her.
Only a clanging sound was heard, the sword body was damaged and most of it was useless.
As the debris flew, Grandma Styx flipped her hand, and the black energy expanded, knocking the swordsman away.
When the swordsman landed, even the hilt of the long sword in his hand was broken. He made a gesture of holding the sword empty, staggered a few steps, and retreated into the ruins with an awe-inspiring expression.
"What a monster, you are doing evil here..."
Grandma Styx's heart skipped a beat.
wrong! !
When this swordsman appeared, he not only had a heroic spirit and a sharp aura, but the surrounding environment also seemed to be protecting and helping him.
The direction of the wind is the same as the way he steps, the grass and trees surrender to him, and the dust surrounds him.
When the ruins collapsed, the masonry and tiles all avoided his presence.
The speed of the clouds in the sky is the same as his generous voice.
Really, heaven and earth are all working together, and everyone is united.
Being able to receive such spontaneous help from the illusion, Grandma Minghe certainly felt that the other party was the same thought that Su Hanshan put into the illusion.
The sword energy flies into the air, and the martial arts fight against the demon king!
It was also after the battle at Daba Mountain that Su Hanshan showed the most brilliant method of solicitation.
But now it seems that this fierce and heroic swordsman is really just a shadow of hell!
Bo! ! !
Just when Grandma Styx realized something was wrong, inside the ruined temple, dust accumulated and the mud-body Buddha statue covered by cobwebs suddenly reached out.
This hand is extremely transparent. When you grab it, all the surrounding scenery is not an obstacle.
Grandma Styx changed in a hurry, turned over and raised her hands, bent her body slightly, and made a muffled sound before holding the palm of the Buddha statue.
“Hahahaha!”
Grandma Styx smiles instead of being angry, and her laughter is enchanting.
“You just bewitched the shadow of Huangquan and temporarily created no less than tens of thousands of illusions.”
“In this single little illusion, you didn’t even confront me head-on. What’s the point of playing such a trick!”
Whether it’s a swordsman or a Buddha statue.
In fact, as long as she confronts Grandma Styx's thoughts, she is confident. Relying on her deeper understanding of the shadow of the underworld, she will accelerate the collapse of the illusion between collisions.
When she fought with the swordsman just now, the surrounding illusion changed from cooperation to repulsion, which is enough to show that the entire illusion has still degraded.
Even if this Buddha statue is attacked by surprise, it will not affect the overall situation.
Many cracks have spread where the palm of the Buddha statue pressed down and the arm of the raised demon collided.
Wherever the crack passes, the scenery becomes a little blurry. This time, there is no tendency to become clear again.
The entire illusion has begun to disintegrate.
The clay-embodied Buddha statue remained silent despite Grandma Styx's ridicule.
The cracks have spread outside the ruined temple, passing by a man and a woman.
There was a man and a woman, the man looked like a poor scholar and the woman was beautiful in white.
It should be that in this fantasy arrangement, the so-called "Xiaoqian" who betrayed her grandma and the scholar who seduced Xiaoqian to elope.
It should be that after attracting the sword-wielding Taoist priest, he did not dare to enter the ruined temple and hid outside to watch, without even a chance to say a word.
It's even more dull than those people in the city who keep repeating a few sentences. However, just when the crack passed by the two of them, looking through the crack at the two stunned figures, it seemed that they saw a completely different scene.
It was a house. In the courtyard was a Confucian scholar who had read thousands of books and had deep wrinkles. At this time, he was smiling so much that the wrinkles between his eyebrows were stretched.
He supported his wife and caressed her belly. She looked at him with a smile and made fun of her husband's gaffe. Her tone was soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing the child in her belly.
Although the conversation between the two only repeated a few words, their expressions and smiles were extremely real.
And on the roof, there was a red-robed Taoist priest standing, holding a long flag with the three characters "Zihe Che" written on it. He swayed slightly, and with a sinister air, he attacked the two people in the room.
Grandma Styx, who was fighting against the Buddha statue, suddenly felt another thought of hers.
The weight of that thought is even less than this one, so much so that even though I was assigned the identity of an evil Taoist priest, I have not yet woken up. I only have a vague feeling that I have to kill someone to break it. Fantasy.
The next moment, the cracks spreading in all directions had arrived in the town and reached the bustling places.
Each group of people on the street looked through the cracks and saw a different scene.
The old storyteller did not hesitate to put his soul into a short stick to leave a set of magic tools for his family. However, he saw that his son was also tampering with the original text of an ancient book that he was unwilling to change when he was a child. The rare and talented boy has become old. Practice leads to regression.
The scribe who was going to buy oranges was hit by the carriage of a rich and evil slave as he was crossing the street. His face was covered with blood and he fell in front of the child.
The child let out a mournful cry, and his figure suddenly transformed into a young man, until he reached old age, became famous, and wore purple clothes and ribbons. He still looked at the figure who was killed by the evil slave with tears in his old eyes.
Behind the square in the street, in the corners of the houses in front of the eaves, and even in the mountains and fields, and in the water, the cracks reflect more and more different scenes.
Grandma Styx also felt more and more of her thoughts.
In some scenes, she is a bookworm, in some scenes, she is an evil horse, in some scenes, she is a ghost who steals blood and food, and in some scenes, she is a bandit leader who smashes the ancestral hall...
This illusion turned out to be not a single illusion.
Su Hanshan induced the shadow of Huangquan to form tens of thousands of illusions, all of which were embedded in this illusion in an ingenious form.
There is a world of difference within a small area.
"This is..."
Grandma Minghe was slightly confused, realizing that the magic of the other party's move was extraordinary.
But now that she was connected to her other thoughts and could feel the existence of the Gate of Hell again, she immediately did not hesitate to damage it, stimulating the collision of Kong Shenzi's basic spells and accelerating the activation.
No matter what the other party’s intentions are.
The water of the underworld stirred and overflowed, boiling and gushing out from the gate of the underworld. These misguided phantoms outside were washed away by the water of the underworld, and they should have broken away from Su Hanshan's control on the spot.
Even if you are faced with a trick that is not clear at all, you must interrupt it first, so that you are not afraid of any unexpected effects.
All said and done, Su Hanshan would eventually have to fight against the Demon King Styx who had more than 2,000 secret demon Kong Shenzi with his bare hands.
This is the biggest disadvantage!
At this moment, Daba Mountain is hundreds of miles away.
A huge cassock was flying in the sky, with golden light flashing at the corners at an extremely fast speed.
There are nine figures on it, each standing tall.
This is the inherited treasure of the Shaolin Sect, a kapok cassock. The nine figures on it are none other than Wudang Elder Tao Fu'an and the eight famous monks of Shaolin.
Five of the eight famous monks only inherited the pure land passed down by the predecessors of Zen Shaolin, but there are also three who are self-taught and have extraordinary strength.
Among them was a crazy monk who was drunk with Bodhi and had developed his divine eyes. He could see strange things in Daba Mountain from a distance.
“That’s Grandma Styx?!”
The crazy monk shouted, “The person fighting her is the one who treated Bai Yizi’s injuries. It seems that he just broke through. In the realm of double disasters, there are no treasures around, the situation is not good!”
Tao Fu'an also didn't expect it, and cried bitterly: "Why did the two of them separate the battlefield! Which side should we go to help first?"
The crazy monk said: "I think this one seems to be too Understand Buddhism, Why don't you lend him the kapok cassock and let's go to the South China Sea..."
The kapok cassock is in charge of the Shaolin abbot. When the crazy monk said this, everyone looked at the contemporary Shaolin abbot, Ouyang Zhonghui.
The old abbot stared at the Gate of the Underworld a hundred miles away, and at the figure sitting on the peak, with some surprise in his eyes.
Few people in the world know that Abbot Ouyang only became a monk halfway after marrying a wife and having children.
When he was young, he practiced martial arts and joined the army, determined to kill the enemy and serve the country. As a result, he was misunderstood by the supervisor in the border army. After a fierce fight, his comrades were separated, struggling to survive in the ice and snow, and he took off the clothes of the Liao army to keep warm.
After living in the border areas of the Liao Kingdom for a period of time and getting in touch with the Liao people, he discovered that most of them were Han people, and there were not many differences in their language and customs. Even the Khitan people themselves were in dire straits.
The war between the two countries is a heavy burden for them. The suffering is no less than that of the Song people, and they don't know what they are trying to do.
He was young and vigorous, and fell in love with a Liao woman. After getting married and having children, he wanted to take his wife back to his hometown to worship his ancestors. As a result, he passed by the border of Song and Liao and happened to encounter a confrontation between the two teams.
The Song army commander thought he was a spy and arrested him for interrogation. The Liao army commander even bent his bow and shot him.
After Ouyang fought his way out of the siege, he returned to his hometown with his injured wife. His wife was unable to recover from her old injuries and died soon after. He was disheartened and confused all day long. He wanted to take revenge on the world, but he didn't know where to start. With his inner body burning like fire, he entrusted his son to his family to raise him, and went out to visit Zen and Taoism, hoping to gain enlightenment.
Finally, he stopped in Shaolin, learned about Buddhism, became a monk, and unexpectedly came from behind to take over the position of abbot, surpassing his peers and many uncles and elders.
On weekdays, he silently reads scriptures, practices martial arts, and writes letters to his hometown. He rarely talks loudly or debates Buddhism.
Many junior disciples in the temple find it difficult to understand why the previous abbot said that he had the highest level of Buddhism.
In fact, he himself felt that it was worthless to put it bluntly.
There have always been countless differences between heaven and earth, which may seem normal, but inadvertently, if there are so many differences, and they add up to a living being, it will be an extremely heavy burden.
The human body is clumsy and fragile. In this sea of suffering, it is always difficult to be independent and confused, but the human heart is elusive, which has more benefits than the body.
The thoughts of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism are mixed together. To put it bluntly, it is about cultivating one's moral character and cultivating one's nature. First, we seek to be able to be autonomous and liberated.
Abbot Ouyang has experienced physical and mental suffering, and only then did he realize how difficult it is to have even a little bit of autonomy in his mind.
Other monks in the temple do not have this understanding, and of course they cannot understand Buddhism. Even if Abbot Ouyang intends to teach them, he does not know how to demonstrate it. There is no use arguing with words.
But today, Abbot Ouyang looked at the figure sitting on the mountain peak, and at the illusion standing on the gate of the underworld.
Suddenly I feel that Buddhism can also be demonstrated in a practical way.
The crazy monk next to him was still urging Abbot Ouyang.
"No need. We have tried our best to mobilize the kapok cassocks, but we are still a hundred miles away and we can't make it in time."
As soon as Abbot Ouyang said this, everyone's expressions changed. They all changed, and they all thought things were bad.
Unexpectedly, after Abbot Ouyang said these words, he bent down again, bowed and paid homage, his heart was full of joy, and he chanted and sang.
“Dharma did not write a single word when he was born, it all depends on his mind and effort.”
“If you want to find Buddhist teachings on paper, dip the tip of your pen in Dongting Lake!”
Buddha’s Voice It echoed elongatedly in the sky.
………………
In the illusion, the clay Buddha statue spoke.
“The nature of the underworld is the thought that leaves the body a little bit when they are about to die, the most independent and the most reluctant to let go, hoping that there is a real underworld in the world and reincarnation.”
“But After all, every one of them Thoughts are scattered and deposited. Without complete spiritual wisdom, how can it be possible to sing those magical sounds that make people plunge into hell?"
The Buddha statue seems to completely ignore the water of hell that is eroding the illusion? , with a smile in his voice.
“You said I was bewitching them, but I just reminded them of things they really can’t let go of.”
"The loving wife lost her child and still regrets it until her death. The young boy lost his father and became a great scholar a hundred years later. He still feels resentful..."
"You let them sing lyrics that they shouldn't have. I let They remembered their true thoughts. "
"Who is more real in your fantasy or mine?"
Grandma Styx's pale face suddenly turned livid. .
I saw that the illusion surrounding everything collapsed suddenly froze, maintaining the scene that everyone was obsessed with.
Outside the illusion, on top of the mountain, Su Hanshan's eyes were clear and black and white. He stood up and moved his palms forward, pushing his hands forward.
His palm power seemed to weave a great dream in the void, covering the entire Gate of Underworld.
Transform and then determine, determine and then transform.
Those ancient thoughts with all their obsessions rise and fall like the breeze, causing a big dream to return to the underworld.
A hundred miles away, a pious old voice sounded.
"Damosa didn't say a single word..."
"It all depends on your heart and effort..."
Between the mountains, Grandma Styx let out a shocking howl.
The Gate of Underworld collapsed, and the Son of Sky was out of control and scattered in all directions.
Her true body was finally revealed, her black clothes fluttering, her orifices bleeding, and her pain piercing the clouds.
(End of this chapter)