If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

In the Kunlun Mountains, which stretch for thousands of miles, there was a stunned silence.

The old and hoarse voice and the vague and uncertain shouts converged into a mighty roar, which rushed from the world to the vast sky.

The snow in the mountains swept across, and the boundless rivers and seas set off raging waves.

The sound of the tide was like a mournful cry, beating Fengyue and Low Cloud hoarsely one after another.Those figures standing on the mountain and standing in the clouds were trembling slightly, their eyes filled with disbelief and surprise.

"They... are they crazy?!"

A monk from the spirit world exclaimed, "That's the road to immortality! Those people from the robbery world rush up like this, aren't they going to die!"

A little sound can pierce the horrified silence.

Many discussions and surprises spread in Kunlun Mountain, countless monks were restless, and an extremely ominous premonition appeared in their hearts.

"They're just dying."

A heavy sigh came from above.

The crowd on all sides fell silent and looked at the mountain from which the voice came from.

Sitting or standing on the mountain peak, there are a few old and tired figures.

Their faces are vicissitudes and their eyes are cloudy. At first glance, they are no different from ordinary mortal old people.But if you look closely, you will find that the aura contained in their bodies is profound and unpredictable, if there are countless rules intertwined, it is extremely deep.

The one who sighed was an old man in deep purple clothes.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the sky.

Those figures that were rushing straight into the sky, some were solid, some were illusory, some were upright and awe-inspiring, and some were filled with demonic aura.They are old and withered, like rotten wood, but also high-spirited, like young men.Hundreds of figures densely covered half of the dome, facing the dim fairy light, smiling in the sky.

"They killed a lot of people in our spirit world."

The old man in purple said slowly, "Among those people, there are their descendants and their relatives. They have always been the doom of our spiritual world."

"But right now, they're like stars."

The tone of exclamation was mixed with sadness and envy.

A layer of bright things slowly floated in his slightly turbid eyes, like a transparent mirror, and also like a clear and clean lake, filled with the reflected figures like stars.

It's like when he was very young, he heard the stories of the elders who died willingly to kill the beast's lair.

How much respect and admiration have there been.

How much indignation and disappointment there was when the Broken Mirror of the Tribulation Realm attacked.

They once stood in front of the younger generations, paid for it, and sacrificed for it, but then they turned against each other in order to fight for a road.But just as He Jiusheng asked, under the Dao, who is right or wrong?It's just that the way is different, and there is no conspiracy.

This nearly hundred years of fighting has already forged countless blood feuds.No one will forgive, and no one will ask for forgiveness.

But although the stars of the past have fallen, there is still heat left.

"Nobody will miss them!"

The mean-looking old woman in Linglong Pavilion next to her slammed her crutches heavily, got up slowly, and walked towards the outside of the mountain, step by step to the heights, stepping into the void, "How many immortal steps can they make up with their remnants? Kill us in the spirit world? Many people, now there is a last resort, and if there are difficulties, can they make up for it?"

"I don't want to!"

She said angrily, but her eyes were fixed on He Jiusheng, who had already rushed to the front of the fairy road.

That was her great-grandfather.

"This little girl..."

As if hearing the old woman's voice, He Jiusheng shook his head and sighed shyly, but he didn't turn his head to pay attention. Instead, he stared at the first fairy step in front of him, stretched out his trembling hand, and stroked it gently.

However, it was close at hand, but the hand felt empty.

This is not his fairy road.

If you haven't experienced thunder disaster, you can't touch it.

"This road won't work, but the old man has no life to go back."

A Confucian robe was blown up by the wind, and He Jiusheng looked up at the remote and inaccessible fairy gate. Against the backdrop of the vast sky, He Jiusheng's hunchbacked figure was extremely small.

There are thousands of clouds and smoke, and the world is boundless.

He stood in the sky, closed his eyes, and his complicated face gradually returned to calm.

"A body full of immortal blood, has also experienced the suffering of the Nine Tribulations, and has also been roasted by the flames of the demonic karma..."

He suddenly laughed loudly, and slowly raised his hand, "Today, sinners clear their origins... Consolidate a road to make up for the road to immortality, with thousands of debts, don't ask to turn back!"

He slapped his palm hard between his eyebrows, resolutely.

He Jiusheng's old figure disappeared suddenly, and flew out like a puff of blue smoke, wrapped in a strange blue fruit.

At the same time, a patter of light-colored blood suddenly fell from the deep night sky, falling from the sky, and everything wept together without a sound.

The rain of blood fell suddenly, drop by drop hitting the seemingly illusory fairy road, slowly solidifying.

Those catastrophes and heroic spirits were unguided, and they stepped on this bloody road in silence, step by step.

"Scattered immortals fall, and the heavens weep blood."

The purple-clothed Mahayana felt the fairy blood on his body, and smelled a cleansing fragrance from his nose, "He used such a method to make those people go to the fairy road..."

The blood rained like mist in the Kunlun Mountains, all the monks in the spirit world opened their eyes wide, but no one made a sound.

They are not Mahayanas, they cannot hear Lin Kongyu's words on the immortal road, nor can they understand the actions of the people in the Jiejie.But when the blood of Sanxian sprinkled the sky and stained the world, they also saw countless broken steps in front of Wuyan.

Xianlu is really broken.

"You like to change the appearance of a [-]-year-old girl the most."

The Medicine Sage from Medicine Sacred Valley looked at the old woman in Linglong Pavilion, and said in a low voice, "But we are all Mahayanas, not children, how can we let adults stand in front of us?"

"Let's go, old man, let me help you..."

The medicine sage gave the old woman a hand, but the old woman slapped her arm back: "It smells like medicine..."

As they spoke, they didn't push away. The two of them carried each other, bathed in the rain of blood and walked towards the sky, "We've been cowardly turtles for so many years, now, don't let the younger generation look down on us anymore."

The old woman raised her face.

"It's been a lot of rain."

The layered clouds and mist are soaked in blood.

Insatiably standing on the fairy steps, the surrounding wind and rain, with boundless bleakness in the bitterness.

One after another figures came to his side and passed him again.Some Jieshu glared at him angrily, and some elders smiled kindly.The heroic spirits in the robbery world persist in moving forward, and the Mahayana in the spiritual world climb up the stairs.

The Tao obtained through thousands of years of practice collapsed one by one in front of the dilapidated fairy steps.Several people have spent their entire lives, but it is difficult to make up a level. A mere hundred steps is like a moat.

The fairy road slowly solidified.

Insatiably looking up at them, seeing them angry or laughing, sighing or scolding, some look regretful, some look timid, but no one backs down, no one hesitates.

Dots of Daoguang and Daoguo flew out, covering the night sky like stars, vast and magnificent.

It's also like countless gravel and dust, piling up and repairing the immortal steps.

There was a hand on Insanity's shoulder.

"Stinky boy, do you understand?"

Xu Yan's voice rang in my ears: "When I was young, I didn't understand... At that time, some people said that the most complicated thing in the world was the Tao. Because it is hard to find, because it is hard to understand because of the emptiness. But now the teacher feels that, The most complicated thing should be people."

"You were right."

Slowly loosening Wuyan's shoulders, Xu Yan held the Zen staff and walked up, sighing and smiling: "There are not so many kind-hearted people in this cultivation world, and there are not so many cold-hearted people."

"Go on, you are still young."

The voice was ethereal, gradually covered by clouds.

The hand that Wu Yan stretched out to hold back didn't touch anything, and when he was about to retract it, it was covered with a layer of star dust scattered from nowhere, like bone ashes, dull and lifeless.

Heaven and earth are silent.

I don't know how long it took.

The figures on the fairy road finally disappeared, the night faded, and the white sky was covered with scarlet clouds, like countless blood that flowed away.

Cries of grief erupted belatedly in the Kunlun Mountains.

The waves are rolling like mountains howling.

Wuyan was awakened by the crying, took stiff steps, and continued to walk upwards.

The re-solidified fairy steps are still bleeding, step by step, shining with the light of Taoist rules.Without any obstacles, he soon came to the end of the fairy road.

Immortal Ningyu, tall and unpredictable.

He heard a voice of grief, anger and despair from below: "It's still one step away... It's still one step away! Why! Why..."

"A fairy road...why is it so difficult!"

"why why……"

The situation in the sky was changing, and the blood rain was as heavy as a torrent.

Staring at the last fairy step tirelessly for a long while, he turned his head and lowered his eyes, looking at the mountain that he had never dared to look at.

Cheng Siqi stood on the peak with his sword in his arms.

As if feeling something, the two looked up and touched one place.

One pair is black and bright, and the other pair is burning like fire.

After watching for an unknown amount of time, Cheng Siqi took the lead to look away, lowered his eyes, held his sword, turned around and walked down the mountain road slowly.

Staring longingly at the thin figure for a moment, he turned his head tirelessly, and his body, which could no longer support himself, slumped to his knees on the fairy steps.

The falling plain white monk's robes are like white plums dripping blood.

"This is, Zhao Wendao... Xi Ke is dead?"

Wu Yan pressed on the last step with trembling hands, laughed slowly, then raised his face, and bumped his head on the step without hesitation!

The road bears lotus seeds, and the road to immortality is formed.

Immortal sounds are as loud as the ringing of bells, and the golden light of merit spreads across the world, feeding back to all beings in the spiritual world, and revives all things.

There are numerous smallpox flying and falling.

The rain of blood stopped, and the fairy gate at the end of the solid fairy road slowly dissipated, returning to the place where it came from.In the distant sky, the night is gone, and the dawn is breaking.

Someone held a sword and went down the mountain on the way to break dawn.

Crying choked.