Chapter 77 Today is a good day, today's fate ends and n
u have any other text you'd like me to translate!Though Jiang Wang was already far away, his sword light had just slashed across the resentment ghost's eyeballs.In that instant, the dark-blue liquid e...The Great Bodhisattva of Mount Sumeru has been silent for five hundred years since his passing!
Mingzhi's senior brother, Xingnian's master, the monk Minghong who was expected to become a Buddha, entered the demon realm nine times in his lifetime but achieved nothing.
A short life may also have its reasons, as the learned and wise can attest.
Before Mingzhi and Minghong, how many monks from Mount Sumen throughout history came for this bell and died because of it, we cannot even count.
The treasures of the mountain gate, what price could redeem them over a hundred generations!
As the world-renowned Master of Divination, Xing Nian, who studied the _Future Star宿劫經_ (Future Stars and Destiny Sutra), a great bodhisattva who had not yet attained enlightenment after five hundred years, did all this to fulfill his purpose today: to write down a definite future. This was to bring a perfect ending to the sacrifices made by generations of monks on Mount Sumeru.
Thirteen copies of "The Buddha Speaks Fifty-Eight Chapters" circulated in the world, and their content had been altered by his own hand.
Every correction is a step towards reclaiming the Bell of Knowledge.
The will of heaven is ever-changing, and cause and effect cannot be fully accounted for.
Moreover, this divine strategy game involves countless peak experts. It is incredibly difficult to navigate and form connections within such a complex web.
Only these three chapters, the thirteenth chapter of scattered demons in the world, finally entered the realm of Shenxiao.
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But with these three chapters, it's already enough.
At this point in time, it is the best point in time.
Take a step forward, the Shenxiao game is just beginning. It's difficult to see through the other players' strategies; there are too many variables.
Take a step back.
The struggle for the Zhiwen Bell is over. He smashed the chessboard, winning everything but never being able to win back the Zhiwen Bell.
At this moment, the battle between Ji Xingkong and Chan FaYuan is raging, and the other players have not yet reached the time to collect their pieces.
By separating the time of Shenxiao Land from that of the demon world, this temporal anomaly creates enough leeway to seize the bell.
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Whether it's the Tiger's influence, the deer's western call, or the roe deer's emptiness and cicada's Dharma connection, none of them have a chance to enter the game for now.
Only the powers of great bodhisattvas like those who return to their previous lives and the ones who establish Dharma connections cannot be traced back, making this situation inevitably have a gap.
He used his powers to compress the plot, leaving this gap for Zhu Yi's karmic retribution.
If Zhū Yì were to consider her own plans, it would be best not to come.
He only left with the Zhiwen Bell.
If Zhu Yi dares to enter the game, he will be killed, so as to avenge the death of Ming Zhi Shi's uncle five hundred years ago.
Looking back in time, reliving the battlefield, is through the use of the 'Flying Light' treasure ship wreckage and the particularity of the Heavenly Secret Realm - these were things he had already foreseen in the future.
He's good at exploiting the situation to his advantage.
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At this moment, the cause and effect are reversed. Shedding her old skin and transforming into a new being, capturing Zhū Yì's true lifespan is the true display of her power.
...Zhu Yi is most proficient in puppetry and sealing. In the past, he was not very familiar with the Dao of Cause and Effect.
It wasn't until after Zhu Lan was born that research into her innate supernatural abilities, the outcome of which would be truly extraordinary, began.
Of course, this 'lack of understanding' wouldn't lose to the casual study of this path by true demons.
It can even be used for the layout of the Heavenly Court, echoing with the experience of a spider like Zhu Ran who walks through it personally.
But this level of causal understanding, compared to the long-term contemplation of cause and effect, and peering into the future by a meditating monk, is like showing off one's skills at the master's gate.
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As for Zhu Yi.
Causality is merely the path through which power descends. The true extent of her power lies in manipulating the grotesque, headless corpses and weaving a network of countless threads to entomb them.
But at this moment, the importance of cause and effect is magnified, and cause and effect have already been reversed.
Zhu Yi changed from "coming" to "going," his true body is still in Mo Yun City, but his true life was taken here.
To kill him is like killing a spider!
The illusory head of Zhū Yì, temporarily replaced the head of Zhū Zhēng.
Her power still remains in the demon realm and cannot be fully summoned.
But her true lifespan was locked within the body she controlled.
This is the reason for her action, she wants to taste the fruit of the trapped beast!
Even the terrifying supernatural powers of a spider orchid, born from the essence of fear and woven into its fruit, could be effortlessly manipulated by Master Xingnian's thoughts, whimsically spun into whatever form he desired.
And that will know the bell phantom's shadow held into the golden big hand of a small bell, at this time shaking open the golden thread entangled in five fingers, squeezed into a fist, slammed down. Inside the fist had the sound of a bell, that was Gu Nanshan's calling to Zhiwen Bell.
This is a test.
But they were all suppressed in the heart of the fist.
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This fist comes down.
In an instant, it shattered the solidified space and broke through Zhuyi's Dao rule blockade.
Then countless threads, woven into a golden kasaya.
Fists strike the divine mountain, cassock subdues demons. But since Zhu Yi chose to make his move within the Shenxiao scheme and allowed Zhu Lanruo to enter the game, wanting gains wouldn't he have some preparations
Even though the timing might not be right now, and what she seeks is currently unattainable, the means she has prepared are still at her disposal.
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Row Nian Zen Master, since the theft of "Fifty-Eight Chapters" from Heavenly Demon Pavilion, five hundred years had passed and one child was born as a result. It truly was unexpected, even for her. Not one of the few Heavenly Demons in Moyun City could have anticipated this.
The attainment of Master Xingnian in reversing cause and effect, escaping the mundane world and transforming into a celestial being, seizing her true lifespan, was truly an inconceivable divine power.
But to say that she had no resistance against Zhuyi would be underestimating the celestial demon! At this moment.
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Then, with her stunning beauty and skill in playing the qin, Zhūlánruò, who had slain Zhūzhēng with a string, remained playing the qin after Zhūyì completed his manipulation of Zhūzhēng's corpse and made his voice heard in the Shenxiào Realm.
What was being played was a piece titled "High Mountain and Flowing Water".
Using her own power, she lent Ancestor Spider Zhui a causal loan.
And at this moment, with a sudden press of her ten fingers, the music stopped abruptly, and blood stained the seven strings! As beautiful as she was, in a flustered yet resolute manner, she stood up, holding the seven-string qin upside down, and smashed it fiercely against the blue giant stone by the spring.
The guitar string, placed against the blue stone, produced a sharp, high-pitched ringing sound.
The sorrow is profound, the pain is unbearable! Seven strings are broken, and even the lute itself has shattered.
From the crack in the body of the qin, one could see closely packed wood veins, intertwined with each other, as if reluctant to part.
This zither is truly a masterpiece.
Alas, what a fall! But look at the resolute determination in the beauty's eyes and brows as she throws down her qin.
What is there to regret There are no kindred spirits in the world, so I shall break my strings and lute.
With this mournful cry, awaken those who know and hear! That chime of knowledge wrapped in the fist of truth seems to ring out again.
...But was still firmly suppressed.
The Zhiwen Bell was originally a treasure of Mount Sumeru, though it had been enshrined on Gu Nanshan for millions of years. But for the monks of Mount Sumeru, this bell was too familiar, there were too many methods to deal with it.
That massive golden fist, not even the church bell could stop it for a breath.
Grand and imposing like a mountain.
With a *click!* The illusory head of the Zhuyi spider seemed to be pressed down an inch in reality.
The corpse of the headless Arachnid, already displayed with clear streaks of blood.
But at this very moment, it had already come to a halt.
Under the golden fist, above Zhu Yi's cloud bun, a thin water bubble quietly emerged.
One fifth of the water is in the bubble, as still as a flat wave.
The fist pressed down, and down, but it couldn't break through.
What rose in place of the ringing bells was a gurgling sound.
The sound of the spring bubbling! No matter how much Zhu Lan hides her cultivation or how outstanding her talent is, she's just a Demon King. There's no way she could participate in this level of battle.
But the fountain of youth can!
Just as Master Xingnian of the Chan School used the wreck of a flying light treasure ship to lay out his position, borrowing the momentum to become successful.
Zhu Yi's layout also borrows power, but what it borrows is the already dead Spring of Immortality.
The ageless spring, having already lost its vitality, possesses a power of decay, from the extreme of life to the extreme of death.
In the entire Shenxiao competition, six competing teams and twelve young monsters were vying for victory.
If the spider is the first to find the fountain of youth, it will be the first to come here.
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Everything has already been arranged.
At this moment, I have merely employed Fushi's so-called "Shattering Stringed Instrument" ahead of schedule, using its mournful sound to call for attention.
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It's not the chime of a bell that is heard, but the wisdom of the fountain of youth!
In the midst of time, there is an aged and decaying voice, sighing with such regret.
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"If the Fountain of Youth is dead, who in the world speaks of immortality"
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"How old are you when you were born"
How many years will you live
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"For hardship...cough, cough, cough! Hardship too!"
This sound does not exist in the present, but rather in a fragment of history.
As if the fountain of youth had dried up, a sigh of a witness.
After the shattering sound of the zither.
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The sigh of history, sighed for those who come after.
The eternally youthful spring, with its still and placid waters, rippled outwards in concentric circles.
From the center of those dense ripples, emanated boundless, divine power.
“Master, take a look!” Zhū Yì raised her eyes and said: “Fate is predetermined by heaven, why insist”
The waning power of the Fountain of Youth, was constantly being drawn upon by her.
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The bubble hovering above her head seemed to reflect countless phantoms, some human, some demonic, some beasts, flowers, birds, insects, and fish, a myriad of images that appeared and then vanished.
At the same time, the golden giant fist pressing on the water bubble was dripping with gold liquid and rapidly dissolving!
When the monk Xingnian tried to destroy her true lifespan, she used the power of the Immortal Spring to dissolve his remaining years first!
Deep within the recesses, Master Xing Nian's voice echoed once more: "Is this your prepared strategy, Zhū Yì"
"Eternal yet ageless, born yet unborn, orchid-like and fruit-like in nature, past connections are all dreams. This is the wonderful truth!"
“Too bad I was a step ahead!”
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Buddha's Fifty-Eight Chapters
, which the headless spider was holding in its hand, suddenly began to turn pages.
Although it was tightly held by half its length, the other half kept flipping upwards.
Every page is churning.
That kind of ferocious power, like countless giant dragons, turned heaven and earth in his palm, about to shatter the world.
Zhū Yì tried his best to grab hold of it.
The other two copies of "The Buddha Speaks in Fifty-Eight Chapters," suspended in mid-air, also began to turn their pages slowly.
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The Sanskrit characters in the book, one by one, jump out.
Like warriors charging into battle, they scrambled and surged forward, quickly gathering behind that golden giant fist.
A little grain of sand becomes a mountain when gathered, a drop of water becomes a river when accumulated, and countless words piled together become the golden body. For many years now, Master Xingnian has decomposed his being, dissolving into nothingness, hidden within these countless characters.
At this time, the golden Sanskrit script was formed into a golden arm, a golden torso, golden legs, and a golden head, including the eyebrows, nose, lips, and mouth.
Vibrant and lively, with a compassionate Buddhist nature.
When the disciples of Master Xi Mi Shan thought about the true form of Zen Master, they created this golden statue for the first time to be shown to all the demons.
He was handsome, with a nose like a mountain peak and eyes deep as a Buddha's.
Especially his shiny bald head made the mirror world's Jiang Wang feel very familiar. He even wanted to make friends with him, but he gave up for fear of affecting his master's fight.
The gilded statue of Monk Xingnian was suspended high in the sky, and so the process of the golden giant fist dissolving came to a halt!
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The golden liquid that has already dripped covered the ground in gold.
Golden bricks paved the way, the Buddha preached.
Then, that fist clenched tighter.
More real, more profound.
The bones were more clearly defined, the texture sharper! *Boom boom boom!* The sound of knuckles cracking echoed like mountains shifting.
> Master Xingnian stood on the mountaintop, high above the ground, and pushed down with his fist.
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The fist has five peaks! All five peaks clearly display the character.
Crowded with finely engraved characters, this is a large scripture carved into jade.
No need to look closely, the words have already leapt into your eyes.
Its words are: "Cultivating goodness leads to abundant blessings."
This is a calamity due to evil deeds.
Understanding is crystal clear.
But those who attain faith and understanding are rare.
This is the world of the five defilements and suffering.
The five hindrances and the three poisons are blazing.
The cycle of life and death has no end.
In the past, when the Buddha was alive.
The number of people is like the sands of a mountain.
This is "the Sutra of the Star-Constellations and Their Buddha Names."
His booming voice echoed: “The Fountain of Youth, the Fountain of Youth!”
"How many years has this treasure of the mortal realm been in the demon world" The fist fell again, unstoppable. Hsing Nian Chan Master's voice boomed like a heavenly drum.
Today is a good day, for all things come to an end and new beginnings arise.
“To me, it ends here!” The water bubble, which had been imbued with the power of the Fountain of Youth, burst upon impact, scattering droplets everywhere. The waves churned and surged, swirling in the air like a river.
The soggy, headless spider-demon, the Spidery-Head's skull, looked extremely pathetic.
Zhu Yi's body was still recovering from serious injuries. His arrangement in the Shenxiao Bureau was merely a way to leverage resources and circumstances.
My true form is still confined outside the Shenxiao Bureau, and only Zhen Shou resides in this body. It is woefully inadequate to unleash my full potential.
Before Xingnian Zen Master unleashed his full power, even struggling felt pointless! But at this moment, Xingnian Zen Master didn't immediately strike back with a punch to kill Zhuoyi. Instead, he calmly turned and struck an empty space with a punch.
All the demons were stunned to see that a huge chasm had been ripped through the void.
I cannot see what lies beyond, Only the wind cutting through the sky like a blade, Slaying souls and extinguishing spirits. The abyss is endless, A profound emptiness that can never be filled.
Only Zhu Yi could see clearly that this was a 'distance', the distance between the realm of Shenxiao and the present world, embodied in this way by the chanting monk.
From ‘nothingness’ comes ‘something’ in the infinite possibilities, find such a possibility! Although the Shenxiao realm is very special, although cause and effect are always hard to predict, although the *Future Starry Sky Calamity Sutra* has a great reputation.
But this was truly inconceivable! Even with her celestial demon's vision, she was momentarily stunned! Although she couldn't see it directly across the riverbank, she could surmise that there should be a gate for ten thousand demons standing there.
Because there's no other way out of the demon world.
Either the Chaos Sea or the Ten Thousand Demons Gate.
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All other possibilities have long since been severed by the strong of mankind in the past.
Though Master Xing Nian came from the Demon Realm to the Shenxiao heavens and then to the mortal world, he still originated from the Demon Realm, so in the end, he had to leave through the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.
But at least I crossed the vast lands of the demon realm and escaped the clutches of countless powerful demon clans in that boundless world.
However, the distance between the realm of Shenxiao and this world, although it was blown apart, is now manifested here.
It is also a vast chasm, its depths immeasurable. From this side, the other shore cannot be seen.
It is the eternal chasm of heaven and earth, a sorrow that even birds struggle to cross as they flit between life and death.
How does the Buddhist monk Xingnian fly
This thought, this question, had barely arisen when it was instantly extinguished by the surging fountain of youth.
Zhu Yi was horrified to discover that the power of death she had designed to draw from the fountain of immortality, had all flowed back into the spring and was now pouring into the vast chasm in the void.
The immortal spring water resembles the Milky Way, filling the chasm between heaven and earth.
The waters of the Milky Way are surging, their level rising. Looking at them now, one can hardly fathom the depths of this celestial chasm! The terrible gulf that resulted from recklessly grasping for the future and bridging the distance has been filled by Zhū Yì's cunning afterthought.
The calculations of Master Xing Nian were so profound that he treated Zhu Yi, a celestial demon of such stature, like a child playing. He merely used her as a stepping stone! However, the water from the Fountain of Youth after its depletion was not so easily absorbed.
The power of the ultimate death god, combined with the unpredictable dangers of the heavenly chasm, would even make a true Dao Monarch suffer greatly.
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If Master Xing Nian were to recklessly wade into the water's edge and use a little trickery, he might just be able to kill half of them.
But these demon kings present here are not enough.
Looking only at the side of Mo Yun City, is there time to break free from the Time Labyrinth
Zhu Yi was deep in thought.
Once again, the golden giant fist of Master Xing Nian's lineage smashed down. This time, it didn't open any heavens, but from the hidden depths, a bronze bell plummeted!
Around the ancient bronze bell, the faint chanting of monks could still be heard.
This bell, once it caught the wind, fell into the Milky Way and transformed into a ferry boat.
Master Xing Nian spread open his golden giant fist, the virtual shadow of Zhiwen Zhong clenched at its heart, falling onto this ferry and transforming into its sail.
In the demonic realm, the monks of Guduan Mountain were unknowingly calling out to the Dharma Bell with all their might.
Yet, in the maze of time, he became lost and confused about cause and effect. Master Han Nian Zen, hidden from view, pushed the bell of knowing awareness into existence, transforming it into a ferry boat for this moment to help him cross the Milky Way and return to the present world!
Master Xingnian's calculations were truly comprehensive, leaving nothing unobserved.
It wasn't until this moment that Zhū Yì understood the meaning of "a good fortune found today"!
Today, Lao Quan has returned, Zhiwen Zhong has returned, and Master Xing Nian also returns! the first among my Wei state's proud talents. Who else could this sword be given to but you On your journey ahead, may mountains be long and roads far, always remember your homeland and old friends....