Mysterious mirror hanging high

Jing Yu, who was far away on Zuwang Peak, naturally also heard these words.

He had just moved mountains and formed an infant to become a True Lord, which attracted several True Lords to come. He did not avoid others when talking, and even foundation-building cultivators such as Jing Yu could hear it clearly on the battlefield.

In the end, when they heard that both sides had stopped fighting, the surviving monks all breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the matter was over.

Who would have thought that it was the last mysterious being who chanted the Buddha's name. Jing Yu looked closely and saw that several golden light beams had fallen from the sky at some point and landed on the peaks. Among them, one beam was actually heading towards the Zuowang Peak!

boom!

As expected, Jing Yu had almost expected that this beam of light would fall straight towards him and cover him.

The light dissipated, and Jing Yu disappeared from the golden beam of light...

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When he opened his eyes again, Jing Yu found himself in an ancient and quiet corridor.

The dome of this corridor is extremely high, and the top is almost invisible. It is pitch black above, and I feel a little nervous after looking at it for a long time.

There is not much decoration on the walls on both sides, but they are painted with moving murals.

Jing Yu started looking at the first mural. In the center of the mural was a middle-aged scholar in a green robe, holding a chubby boy in his arms, who should be his child.

The boy was wearing a bright yellow short robe, with a silver longevity lock hanging around his neck and a candied haws in his hand. Although he was missing a front tooth, he still smiled and licked the candied haws from time to time.

Because this mural moves, the characters in it are no longer just lifelike; they are almost indistinguishable from real people!

Jing Yu squinted his eyes and stared at the boy in front of him who was eating candied haws. He always felt inexplicably familiar. However, he had already opened up his sea of ​​consciousness and had the ability to remember everything he saw. He was very sure that he had never seen this child before.

"Weird..."

Jing Yu walked forward again and looked at the second mural.

The protagonists of this mural are still the middle-aged scholar and the yellow-robed child, but this time they have fallen into a purgatory full of demons. The middle-aged scholar has turned into a green-skinned evil ghost with disheveled hair, baring his fangs and claws.

The little boy in the yellow robe had already been ordained as a monk. He was holding the hand of a monk whose face could not be seen and was walking towards the distance. The little boy kept looking back in the direction of the middle-aged scholar.

"It's actually a series of short stories?" Jing Yu exclaimed in amazement and continued walking forward.

Arriving in front of the third mural, the child seemed to have grown up and turned into a handsome young monk. The silver longevity lock was still hanging around his neck. Behind him were countless golden monks and Buddhas with halos of merit behind their heads. The young monk had a compassionate look in his eyes and kept chanting Buddhist mantras to a demon with white hair but a very young face.

The young demon looked no different from an ordinary person except that his skin was bluish-black. Jing Yu took a closer look and found that this demon was actually carved from the same mold as the middle-aged scholar, except that he looked much younger.

Continuing to the fourth mural, the demon transformed by the middle-aged scholar was holding a long sword and killing people in the Pure Land of Bliss. Countless true Buddhas with perfect merits and virtues had their golden bodies broken and their souls beheaded by it. The originally peaceful and harmonious Buddhist land was turned into a Shura hell.

Finally, we arrived at the fifth and last mural. This time, there were only two people left in the entire mural. On the left was the young monk with a longevity lock around his neck. At this time, the monk had long lost his previous compassion. Instead, he had a furious look like a Vajra, holding a Vajra Zen staff and a string of red sandalwood prayer beads in the other hand, looking as if he was facing a great enemy.

Opposite to him was a scholar in a green robe whose face was no different from that of a teenager, but with loose white hair. The long sword in his hand was stained with golden blood, and he roared angrily at the young monk in the sky.

"Gone?"

Jing Yu, who was looking at the mural with great interest, was inexplicably stunned. The abrupt end of the story did not make him feel good. Although this seemed to be a very clichéd "father and son turning against each other" story, it was stuck at the moment of the final showdown. Jing Yu's mood can be imagined.

At this time, Jing Yu had reached the end of the corridor. There was a wooden door in front of him. He gently pushed the door open and looked inside.

But inside the door was a small, simple Buddhist temple with a yellow cushion placed alone on the ground. In front of the cushion was an offering table with a small incense burner on it. There were three lit incense sticks in the burner, and three columns of smoke rising from it. After taking a breath, my mind immediately became much calmer.

There should be a Buddha statue on the altar behind the offering table, but now there is a living monk in a brown robe sitting cross-legged on the altar, one hand on his knee, and the other hand rubbing the back of his smooth head. However, his eyes are a little dull and his expression seems a little stiff.

The moment Jing Yu completely stepped into the Buddhist temple, the monk suddenly gave a mechanical laugh:

"Congratulations, young friend, for clearing your mind by slaying delusion, for slaying demons and realizing your true nature! You've overcome this inner demonic tribulation and formed a Nascent Soul. From now on, your path to immortality is within sight! I wonder how many Nascent Souls you've formed? My name is Pudu, and today I'm offering you an opportunity as a gift to celebrate your Nascent Soul formation..."

Jing Yu was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Conceiving a baby? Didn’t the Mountain Moving Master form a baby? What does that have to do with me?

And why didn't the monk before him look like a real person? Instead, he looked like a photograph that had been preserved...

Also, this monk calls himself [Pudu]. Could it be that he is the [Pudu Buddha] mentioned by Jiuming Daojun before, who left behind 100,000 secret realms of inheritance in the lower world within a hundred years and was addicted to making nests?

Before he could consider his tone and reply carefully, the brown-robed monk on the altar suddenly rolled his eyes. His originally lifeless eyes instantly became bright. The monk stood up from the altar, stared at Jing Yu, frowned and said:

"Why did they arrest a Foundation Establishment cultivator? Is there something wrong with the [Pure Redemption Opportunity Screening Template] I just created?"

The monk touched his head and asked doubtfully, "My dear friend, was there anyone around you who had a baby?"

Jing Yu knew how powerful this monk was, and quickly replied, "Yes. It's a senior who has achieved a fetus."

The monk closed his eyes and muttered, "Yes, the fluctuations of the spiritual cloud of the infant formation have been detected. This condition is met."

"That person has overcome the inner tribulation?"

Jing Yu forced a smile and said, "Senior, you are joking. If you don't overcome the inner demon tribulation, how can you successfully form a baby?"

"Does that person have a destiny?"

The brown-robed monk paused, then changed his tone, "No, you probably don't know what fate is. Let me put it another way. Has the person who formed the infant ever heard of anything like an [Innate Dao Body], or any other innate supernatural powers?"

Jing Yu said: "I have never heard of it."

The monk frowned and said, "Yes, this person probably doesn't have the destiny. Even if he met the two conditions of the spiritual cloud fluctuations required to form a fetus and the elimination of the false thoughts in his heart, he was not detained here..."

"Why were you arrested?"