Tiantan six

Luanhuang's tears could no longer be restrained, big ones rolled down her cheeks, she ran away covering her face.

The old Dragon King sighed and left too.

The queen smiled softly, continued to pat the coffin, coaxing Feng Lang.

Tanyuan, Xiaotan, Banruo, Yanyan, Duwu, and Qianjue stood in the South China Sea for three days.

Tan Yuan first turned around with his hands behind his back and said, "Goodbye, friend!"

Xiaotan said, "Goodbye."

Prajna said: "Goodbye."

Yan Yan said: "Goodbye."

Du Wu said: "Goodbye."

Qian Jue said: "Xiao Jinlong, thank you, you are the one who let me make these friends! Goodbye!"

The six people left one by one, and said goodbye to each other forever.

Tan Yuan still remembered that when Feng Lang was five hundred years old, he stood aside in yellow clothes, watching the battle between immortals and demons, his eyes bright and expectant.

Feng Lang was white and cute, very lovable, he walked across the battlefield and came to his side and asked: "Which family doll are you from, do you like to watch this kind of scene?"

Feng Lang replied childishly: "I am the Second Highness of Nanhai, not because I like it, but because I want to follow Master to the battlefield!"

He couldn't help laughing and said: "A child like you is just playing, how can you fight and kill?"

Feng Lang looked at him and shook his head and said, "I'm the master's apprentice now, I can do whatever is useful, how can I enjoy it every day, and don't think about making progress!"

He touched Feng Lang's head: "There is always a difference between life and death in war, and you will know it later."

It's a pity that this child is gone just like that...

Since then, Ding'an has never seen Feng Lang again, and he is already a hundred years old.

He didn't know his name, his identity, or the reason for his disappearance. Every time he came and went, he disappeared without a trace.

The 40-year-old Ding'an has realized the way of immortality. He looks like a person in his [-]s and [-]s. He is strong and kind, and his eyes are still bright and clean like a child.

For a hundred years, his senior brothers and masters all died of old age and passed away. Only he survived forever and reached the position of abbot. He also picked up abandoned babies, raised them, and taught them to chant scriptures.

Looking at those seven or eight-year-old cute and ignorant little monks, he remembered how he was when he was young, and also thought of an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, feeling a little tired in his heart, and went back to his room to rest.

In his sleep, he heard a long-lost voice calling him "Little Monk", but he couldn't see anything clearly in the emptiness. Looking around, there was no way to go. He kept walking and searching, and suddenly His hands seemed to have touched something, he lowered his head and his vision gradually became clearer, and the darkness gradually faded away.

He saw a golden dragon lying in front of him, covered with scars, iron chains bound him tightly, leaving deep blood marks.

Ding'an's hands were also stained with blood, and he knelt on the ground, distressed.

"Is it you? Is this really you? Is this your original body? How did it become like this all these years? How did it become like this?" Ding'an cried with tears all over his face, his hands trembling lightly. Touching the chain lightly, he wanted to break the chain, but before he could touch it, he saw a long white sword piercing the golden dragon. He turned to block it, and saw the long sword piercing through the palm of his hand and piercing the golden dragon. The golden dragon on the ground disappeared instantly.

"what!"

Ding'an's eyes widened in horror, and tears rolled down to the ground one by one. He knelt down and hurriedly tried to touch something at the place where the golden dragon disappeared, even if it was a piece of dragon scale!

But the physical body disappeared, where would there be dragon scales?In the end, he could only hold a pile of cold iron chains and cry bitterly.

After waking up, his face was already full of tears, and there were bursts of stabbing pain in his heart. He bent over and hugged the quilt, unable to feel relieved for a long time.

He bid farewell to this small temple that day, he wanted to find such a proud young man, smart and handsome, rare in the world, how could he be in pain?How could it disappear?

If he doesn't believe it, he will find him even if he goes to heaven and earth, so that he will be at ease.

He helped him through the most difficult time, filled his stomach, and understood the practice. If he was really injured and trapped, he would rather give up his life than help him escape the sea of ​​suffering.

Dingan went down the mountain, and the outside world was still unsightly, probably because God couldn't stand it, the sun and the moon have never appeared for thousands of years.

The day is dim, the night is dark, dull and dry, and the wind and sand are whistling.

Ding'an had to put on a bamboo hat and walk with his head down.

He accidentally saw the corpse by the roadside, and stopped for a while, because the crow pecked open the dead man's stomach, revealing stones and gravel.

He sympathizes with these people who are reduced to eating sand and stones, and hates the rulers for their insensitivity and delicious meat!

Ding'an chanted the Buddha's name, then sat cross-legged on the ground, and recited the Mantra of Rebirth: "Amitabha, there are people in the world who suffer from birth, old age, sickness, and all kinds of sins. Their lives are not going well. Most of them die in vain. They have deep obsessions. I can see you now. There must be a cause and condition, and I am here to save everyone, I hope to go to the Western Paradise as soon as possible, get rid of wrong views, let go of resentment, Amitabha..."

Ding'an was muttering, when he suddenly heard an old man come and say:

"Lonely grave mass burial,

Carrion builds desolation;

wandering spirit,

bones piled into frost;

Virtue decays,

people's hearts go wild;

Stars shift,

The sky has eyes,

Why don't the sun and the moon meet each other?

Sad!

Heaven and earth perish! "

The old man draws a long voice, which seems to be singing but not singing, the tone is desolate, revealing deep helplessness, Ding'an shuddered all over after hearing it.

"Mister! Please stay!"

Ding'an ran quickly, but he couldn't catch up with the old man, but the old man in front was still walking freely, walking leisurely, dressed in white, not stained with dust.

Ding'an understood somewhat in his heart that this is a fairy.

"Xianchang, please stay!"

But the old man stroked his beard and said with a hearty smile: "If there is a destiny, we will meet each other someday. There is no rush at this moment." He disappeared after walking a few steps.

Ding'an had no choice but to give up and move on.

He was alone, traveled all over the world, went to various countries, and met all kinds of people. Even if there were good-looking men, they mostly slumped on the bodies of high-ranking officials and nobles, imitating his daughter's flattery and coquettishness.

He had just seen the scene where the people were destitute, hungry, and naked, and seeing such an unsightly scene, he could only sigh. It turned out that the upper class and women played a lot, so they changed their tastes and came to something exciting.

The problem of food and clothing for the common people has not yet been solved. The emperor, high-ranking officials, and nobles have solved the problem of food and clothing. They are full of brains and intestines every day, looking for exciting and fresh ways to play. He once heard that Emperor Liang Huan in the previous dynasty was good for both men and women, and he even played with his own sisters. Morality is messed up.

In fact, no one in this world has ever raised the word ethics, and it has only developed to this point based on personal preferences and desires.

At this time, he seemed to understand why the fairy was always frowning, and his words revealed resentment towards humans. If he didn't see it with his own eyes, how would he know that the world is so dirty?

When he is tired from walking, he will find a clean place, a vast grassland or forest, to avoid the deep resentment in the world.

Ding'an took off his bamboo hat and sat cross-legged on the ground. Behind him was the silent forest. Probably because the light of the sun and the moon had disappeared, the tender green of everything had disappeared and degenerated into black and yellow. All of this would look extraordinarily terrifying at night.

Ding'an's cultivation has progressed very rapidly, and he has traveled thousands of miles every day. He feels that his body is getting younger and younger, and his breathing is getting more and more subtle, because the skin all over his body is breathing, and the metabolism is very fast, and his body is transparent. Fragrant, the skin is like white jade, and the original hard diamond body is gradually soft and white.

Sit down cross-legged, and with a thought, he can hear the sound of falling leaves in all directions and tens of miles away. He can see immortals since he was a child. Communicate with him, and poisonous snakes and filthy ghosts dare not come close to hurt him.

Ding'an knew in his heart that there must be an immortal helping him secretly. Every time he fell into a dream, he felt that his whole body was out of his control. An invisible immortal was casting spells on him, imparting immortal energy to him, and showing him There are many pictures of martial arts moves.

That immortal is very strong, that's why he can make rapid progress. He is afraid that it will take him 2000 years to obtain the immortal body that others can't get in ten thousand years.

So every time he wakes up, he will face the direction of Nantianmen, which is where the immortal is, and respectfully thank him.

After his body was close to the fairy body, he stopped looking for it in the world, and went to hell to ask various gods and ghosts. There will be a king of Hades on each continent, and there will be as many kings of Hades as there are continents. The leader who is in charge of the king of Hades is Pluto above the blue sky.

"The poor monk has seen His Highness Yan Luo."

Yan Wang, who was revising the book of life and death, was shocked when he saw Ding'an. Yan Wang knew the fate of life and the things that happened to him. The monk in front of him was very predestined. Tinted, opened the immortal fate, after Feng Lang died, the God of War Gu Wei has been secretly helping him in his cultivation.

It has been from the beginning to the end of this world, in heaven and earth, from ancient times to the present, there is only one person.

"Eminent monk, please sit up."

The King of Hades is just a little fairy who is in charge of the lifespan of humans and ghosts. This person is a Buddha blessed by the God of War. His status is precious and he dare not neglect it.

Ding'an clasped his hands together and declined politely: "Thank you, Your Highness, the poor monk was contaminated with dust and searched everywhere in the world, and came to bother His Highness in desperation. I hope His Highness can solve the doubts in the poor monk's heart!"

Yan Wang said with a smile: "It's all right, eminent monk, please tell me."

Ding'an looked around, he saw that the hell was vast and gloomy, and there were ghosts and ghosts everywhere. In front of him, the King of Hades was dressed in a red robe, tall and burly, with a selfless and upright demeanor in his bones.

Ding'an knew that he did not find the wrong person on this trip, and said: "When the poor monk was young, he met a very beautiful fairy. He was dressed in a white robe with gold thread and dragon patterns on it. He was extremely luxurious and his appearance was hard to describe in words. Yes, I’m afraid words can’t describe it. One day I saw him flying in the sky. Amid lightning and thunder, he turned into a golden dragon and flew up into the sky. He was bound by chains and disappeared into the clouds. I have never seen him again since. He. Occasionally, I had a dream, worried in my heart, and couldn’t sleep day and night, so I looked for him everywhere, and because he had enlightened me, I hope to find him and repay this great kindness.”