Chapter 35 Chapter Thirty-Four

Yan Qingmei looked at all this, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became wider and wider. Zhuo Wangsun was originally the most difficult variable to control, but he was hit by Bu Xiaoluan's Ganges Mahamudra, and his body and mind were severely injured; Yang Yizhi's Fengyue sword energy has been released, so there is nothing to fear; Guo Ao has been controlled by her for Qiuxuan ;The bearded man always looks after her, and will never turn against her. everything.Back under her control.Now, it's time for a good show. She clapped her hands lightly, and a group of men in feather clothes escorted Qiu Xuan over.

Seeing Zhuo Wangsun, Qiuxuan was shocked.For so many years, it was the first time for her to see Zhuo Wangsun like this.Luoluo's Tsing Yi was soaked in blood, she couldn't see her true colors, and her frowning brows were filled with deep pain.Feeling the great danger, Chun Shui Jian Qi instinctively aroused, forming a barrier around him.But this barrier is also flickering, like fireflies in the night sky. Yan Qingmei had a victor's smile on her face: "The mandala formation is the strongest magic formation in the world. Birth, old age, sickness and death are only the basis for opening the mandala formation. A complete mandala is a flower with eight petals. There are only eight sufferings." Only by converging can the power of the formation be brought into full play. To trap so many top experts, only the simple mandala formation of life, old age, sickness and death is far from enough."

Qiu Xuan nodded slowly: "That is to say, there are the last four kinds of suffering." Yan Qingmei smiled: "Yes, in the dream I created, you all saw your own inner demons. Yang Yizhi, there is love and parting." Suffering. You suffer from resentment and resentment. Guo Ao suffers from not being able to get what you want. But he is much more complicated..." She glanced at Zhuo Wangsun, "In the dream, only when he was not completely immersed in illusions, which caused the Manala formation to fail to fully activate, could he not completely trap you. Until this moment, the most serious suffering came from him. presented perfectly."

She smiled triumphantly, and said to Zhuo Wangsun: "My lord, how does the 'five aggregates prosper' taste?" The five aggregates are abundant.It is the last of the Eight Truths of Suffering, which is the sum of the first seven sufferings. Birth, old age, sickness and death, parting from love, resentment and hatred, not getting what you want... All the suffering in the world gathers in the heart, so it is called the five aggregates. Zhuo Wangsun still knelt on the ground, didn't move, and didn't answer. Yan Qingmei smiled: "Until this moment, the strongest power of the mandala array has finally been fully assembled. This kind of power, combined with the strengths of the Vajra and Taizang mandala arrays, must be more clear to you than me. Now , I will use it to break through the two worlds of life and death and create an unprecedented miracle. This is the true meaning of the mandala formation that even your mother has not been able to see..."

She reached out and gently stroked Qiuxuan's face: "Are you looking forward to it? The great resurrection ceremony is about to begin. The Holy King of Wheels, my son, and the one who will stay with you in the future, will come back to the world. able to block." Qiu Xuan sneered, and suddenly turned to those Nether Islanders: "Didn't you realize that what she wants to do is not to save you, but to resurrect His Royal Highness Xiaoyan! She wants to kill you and resurrect his son!" Nether The islander stared at her blankly.Qiu Xuan suddenly felt uneasy. Yan Qingmei said indifferently: "She is right. I want you to sacrifice your lives to resurrect the Holy Wheel-Turning King. Are you willing?" The people of Nether Island bowed in unison.Their life has only one purpose - to atone for the Buddha.Now, the Buddha may be reborn in the world, and they are naturally willing to sacrifice their lives thousands of times.

Qiu Xuan just felt that the world was crazy.Does anyone really think the dead can be resurrected? On the Jade Mountain, the Nether tribe gathered around Yan Qingmei's feet, chanting scriptures and prostrating continuously, as if what they were welcoming was not a massacre, but a long-lost carnival. Qiuxuan gradually calmed down: "Yes, I understand the power of the mandala array. But even with this power, it is impossible to truly connect life and death." She sighed, "The exquisite heart of the blue bird clan can pass on memory, You have made all the mysteries, but you are using this characteristic to condense all the memories of Xiaoyan in this heart, and then use the power of the mandala array to transplant it into another person's body. Perhaps, you There is also a strange method, which can change the appearance and body of this person, but is this person who you forcibly transplanted Xiaoyan's appearance and memory into him, really him? Everything you have done is nothing but self-deception."

Yan Qingmei shivered slightly in the wind.Qiu Xuan raised her head and looked at her quietly: "The two thousand lost lives will all be his sins. Therefore, your son after 'rebirth' is doomed not to become a Buddha, but to spend the rest of his life with endless sins , All of this is thanks to you!" "Shut up!" Yan Qingmei strangled Qiuxuan's throat suddenly, her green clothes rose like a cloud, "You are the ones who are guilty!" Qiuxuan looked at her quietly without struggling. Yan Qingmei raised her slender eyebrows, as if aware of her loss of composure, she let go slowly: "Your mother must have told you. The mandala array is the pivot of the power of heaven and earth. In the hands of different array masters, there will be Different postures. Your mother used the Eight Truths of Suffering to trigger the feelings in the hearts of the people in the battle, and gained invincible power. But what I triggered was your sins. Birth, old age, sickness and death, separation of love, resentment and hatred, lack of desire, and prosperity of the five aggregates are all It is the sins you planted in samsara. Only sinful people will be controlled by the mandala array. Everyone is guilty. If all living beings are innocent, why should the Buddha sacrifice his life?" She paused, her face reunited. With a charming smile, "Let the Buddha be reborn. Let's atone for your sins."

There was a loud bang, and Yushan shook.At the very center of the mountain, a huge lotus flower suddenly bloomed.There is a dark hollow in the center of the lotus.Slowly, a machine spring rang, and a jade platform in the shape of a lotus stamen was raised from the ground.Slowly embedded in this lotus, seamless. A person dressed in purple stood quietly in the lotus platform.His face is solemn and gentle, looking at the sea and sky.The sea breeze is blowing, the sleeves are fluttering, and the embroidered chrysanthemums on it seem to be in full bloom in the wind, sprinkling bursts of cold fragrance.

The Nether Island people made a commotion.They seem to have seen the long-lost wheel-turning holy king.But immediately, they discovered that it was not Xiao Yan, but Guo Ao. Guo Ao seemed to have lost his consciousness, standing quietly among the lotus pistils.He was wearing Xiaoyan's clothes at the moment, and he looked a little like him from a distance.Yan Qingmei looked at him, fascinated for a while.She murmured: "I will definitely bring you back to life...I must see you again..." She suddenly shouted: "The sun and the moon hide in vain, the sky and the earth are formed, the mandala formation, enlighten!"

Following her words, there was a burst of explosions at the four corners of Yushan Mountain at the same time.The green, black, red and purple air rose together, like four wild dragons circling and soaring upwards, condensed at the height of 3,000 feet on the top of Yushan Mountain, and suddenly superimposed into two like shadows in a mirror, condensing into an eight-petaled flower, shining brightly .The dazzling light turned into substance, flew down from the sky, and bombarded the sea.The sea waves suddenly surged, sweeping towards Yushan, and the huge mountain was crumbling.The underground volcano was activated, and the magma overflowed from the gap, triggering huge waves hundreds of feet high.With a bang.The heaven and the earth seem to be reborn from death.

Yan Qingmei smiled, feeling that the power of the mandala array was opening bit by bit, and the door to the other side of life and death was also opening bit by bit.She said loudly: "The bearded man." The bearded man was at a loss for what to do by these successive changes, and he replied in a low voice, "Master Guanyin." "Bring your sword, dig out the Nine-Aperture Exquisite Heart of Acacia, and send it to the Holy King of the Wheel, and then, I will give you the power to stabilize the Central Plains." The bearded man pondered, this Manrong Luo formation was created with the sins deep in the heart, as long as it is induced by the formation master, it will be deeply imprisoned.He no longer has the capital to disobey orders. He sighed, pulled out the sword from Lanwan's hand, and walked slowly to Xiangsi. Zhuo Wangsun remained motionless, as if absent-minded.Yang Yizhi wanted to rush up to protect Xiangsi, but he lost the Fengyue sword energy and was trapped by the power of the mandala formation, so he could hardly get up. The bearded man easily walked up to Xiangsi, stopped, and said silently: "I can't help myself, don't blame me. In order to save you from suffering, I will stab your heart with puppet sword energy. Sword energy human body, Your whole body will be stiff and you will not feel pain. This is the only kindness I can give you." As he spoke, he stretched out his long sword, and a ray of green light flashed on the blade, and instantly rose to the tip of the sword. The eight rays of light of the mandala formation also descended rapidly with this sword, and at the moment when he broke through Acacia's chest, they would become one with the Nine-Aperture Exquisite Heart, releasing the power to open the gate of the netherworld, making the wheel-running king return. At this moment, a figure suddenly flew in from outside the formation, and rushed straight in front of Xiangsi. The bearded man's sword pierced deeply into the man's chest.He was taken aback: "Meng Qing, you..." It was Meng Tiancheng who rushed forward.He firmly grasped the sword in the bearded man's hand, and asked sharply, "Is this puppet sword energy?" The green glow of sword energy almost penetrated Meng Tiancheng's whole body, making his body gradually stiff.But his eyes stared blankly and persistently at the bearded man, waiting for an answer. The bearded man replied almost subconsciously: "Yes... yes." Meng Tiancheng looked down at his whole body covered in green, and suddenly laughed wildly: "I still remember her! I still remember her! I still..." His wild laughter stopped abruptly, leaving only a tearing cough.This sword pierced too deeply, before the puppet's sword energy could fully erupt, it had already stagnated all his vitality. The pain, like coagulated blood, was held in his palm, but gradually melted in the final temperature.He raised his head slightly, and the mountain wind whimpered, as if it made a series of small noises. ——How like the sound of wind chimes. He seemed to see that he was walking through the courtyard covered with bluestones.Under the window lattice, Yang Jing turned her head and smiled faintly at him.The sun floods the garden.At that moment, all the gloomy scars and sorrows on her face disappeared without a trace, and she just sat quietly by the window, smiling faintly at him.Only to him. One spring, the dream rain often floats tiles, and the spiritual wind is not satisfied with the flag all day long. He laughed too.Sure enough, he still remembered her.Don't think about it, never forget it.Even the puppet swordsmanship cannot take away his memories and thoughts. Meng Tiancheng's smile gradually froze.Ten years of burdens, ten years of gratitude, ten years of homelessness, and ten years of infamy that is not tolerated by the world are here today.We can finally let go together.The only thing that greeted him was Huanhuaxitou, the wooden door covered with moss.Behind the door is her bright smile. The four beams of light swirling rapidly on the top of Yushan fell suddenly at this moment. But the landing point was not Jiuqiao Linglongxin, but Meng Tiancheng's cooling corpse.The light of the mandala penetrated into his body, and after a violent collision, there was a moan of disappointment, and the light slowly dissipated.Since then, the mandala array has been heading for collapse. Yan Qingmei was shocked: "How could this happen? How could this happen!" She had everything under control, but she had calculated thousands of times, but she did not expect that Meng Tiancheng would suddenly jump out.At this time, the power of the mandala formation has been exhausted, and it is impossible to activate it a second time. Could it be that what she plotted was nothing more than a dream after all? Guo Ao, standing on the rosette, suddenly groaned in pain.He is the pivot of the mandala formation, and now that the power of the formation is out of control, he is the first to be affected.After the light in the sky fell, the sky was terribly gloomy, as if the gods were angry at the abuse of their power, and were about to launch a devastating revenge.Yushan is in jeopardy. Yan Qingmei didn't pay any attention to these things at all, only shock and frenzy on her face: "How could this happen? How could this be happening!" She couldn't accept this ending, years of expectation, years of planning, her son, her runner The Holy King will definitely return to Renlitian and preach scriptures for her.This is her fate.In the sky and on the earth, nothing can change, not even life and death! Yan Qingmei no longer cared about controlling the power of the mandala formation, and jumped into the core of the formation where the tornado was raging, risking the power that could turn the world into pieces.staggered. She walked forward persistently, no longer with a charming smile, no more tricks, no more power, just a distraught mother, walking towards her dying child step by step. Once upon a time, she tried her best to atone for her sins and let the Holy King of Wheels become her son; but now, she wants to resurrect him.But he did not hesitate to push the whole clan to the altar of destruction. Are you crazy?despicable?Is it vicious?Is it stupid?But all in the name of maternal love. Guo Ao raised his head, but the piercing pain made his heart extremely peaceful.He could finally get a good look at her, at this woman walking towards him. The master of the Nether Island who looked down on the world?Avalokitesvara in charge of life and death?murderer?demon?Or, just a bereaved mother.Guo Ao suddenly felt a little dazed. Where is his mother?He vaguely remembered the scene when he saw her for the last time.After being separated for many years, he was surprised to find that his mother was so old that he could barely recognize her.The weather-stained face was full of surprises, but he was still so timid that he didn't even dare to approach him.Then, she told him a secret.A secret that completely destroyed his world - he is not the son of Yu Changkong, but the evil son of the treacherous official Yan Song. How should he accept it?Hatred and despair turned into flames, turning his last sanity into ashes... When he woke up again, his mother was gone forever, and she was sleeping in his arms with the joy of seeing her beloved son again. At that moment, he understood why he envied Qiuxuan so much, because all he had was a humble, cowardly, and ordinary mother who couldn't protect him, couldn't give him a carefree childhood, and couldn't give him glory Bright future. The mountain wind blew past, shattered reincarnation, and shattered memories. He raised his head, in a daze, as if he saw his mother walking towards him with all her strength in the storm.No longer being humble, no longer begging, but bravely facing the raging world, stretching out his arms to protect his children.Just like the black clouds blooming in the mandala formation. ——That was what he longed for. Guo Ao couldn't help but burst into tears.If it is said that this mandala formation was launched with sin, then he is the one who committed the most serious crimes in the formation.Killing one's father and one's mother is an unspeakable crime that will never be forgiven. But today, for another mother's wish, he must choose to forgive.It is not others who forgive, but himself. He looked at Yan Qingmei and said softly: "You want to resurrect me so much?" Yan Qingmei hissed, "Yes!" The storm separated them so that they could not see each other's faces clearly.The strong wind swept up Guo Ao's nine-patterned purple dress, and also lifted Yan Qingmei's emerald green body.At that moment, she seemed to see Xiaoyan's smile, and he also seemed to see his mother's tears. Guo Ao smiled: "Back then, I was imprisoned in the stone prison of Huayinge, and my martial arts were useless. In order to regain my strength, I did not hesitate to open the secret magic method. No one knew that from the moment I walked out of the stone prison, I Only three months of life...Even if you resurrect me, you can't change this. So, are you still willing to resurrect me?" "Yes!" Yan Qingmei interrupted him sadly, "Even if it's only a month, a day, an hour, or a quarter of an hour, I'm willing!" She stared at him and stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to touch his face through the night wind , "I built a mandala formation and killed thousands of people just to see you again!" Guo Ao trembled slightly, yes, he shouldn't have doubted this.His mother will always love him deeply, miss him, and protect him.No matter what he becomes, no matter how long he lives, it will not change. A smile suddenly appeared on his face, as touching as a bright moon: "As you wish... Mother." At this moment, the storm seemed to be cut open by a powerful force, and the haze in the sky was swept away, revealing the bright moonlight.The moonlight shone down and reflected on Guo Ao's face. Guo Ao raised his head, his face was changing bit by bit. Yan Qingmei's footsteps stopped suddenly.She watched all this in astonishment, as if all the strength in her body had been drained, she couldn't help but knelt down gently on the ground.At that moment, she saw a Shakyamuni prince, her wheel-turning holy king, quietly descending. Everything in the world is so peaceful and beautiful.It seems that he has become extremely docile because of the birth of the Buddha.Guo Ao's face changed little by little in the silent light, changing into the perfect image in her mind.Transformed into the gentle smiling Buddha in the ground, preaching scriptures to his mother.become her eternity. He stretched out his hand and slowly helped her up: "Mom, I've thought about it too, seeing you again..." At that moment, the heavens were silent.She felt that no matter how many sins and serious crimes she committed, she would be willing.Her tears couldn't help falling down.