Big Bodhi [The Great Enlightenment] - Chapter 698

[Chapter 671]

Scattered pavilions were quietly hidden between the thin rain curtains, never revealing the slightest smell of fireworks, only in the damp and dark place beside the stone bridge, there were vaguely green grass plants in twos and threes, soaked in the cold rainwater Under the tenacious growth.

The spotless silk satin shoes stepped on the edge of the stone slab, and the extremely beautiful young man bent down, picked up a piece of grass with his white and tender fingers, stared at it for a moment, and then put it into the stream.

Slowly walking across the stone bridge between pine trees, a dilapidated and dilapidated earth temple came into view. Most of the roof of the temple had already collapsed, and the rain raged unstoppably, wetting the densely packed withered yellow weeds in the temple that were half the height of a person.

Between the weeds and grass, a stone statue with only a small half body was vaguely revealed.

Much of the face of the stone statue has been lost, but its former majesty and indifference can be vaguely glimpsed. However, in today’s dilapidated wasteland, its majestic aura has been reduced by half, and instead exudes a little sense of desolation.

The rain gradually subsided, and the clean satin shoes made a creaking sound when stepping on the grass.

“Get out.”

The handsome young man looked down at the broken stone statue with a cold tone.

Strands of gray-white aura lingered around the incomplete part of the stone statue, gradually congealed, and finally turned into a majestic white-haired old man.

As soon as the white-haired old man appeared, he pushed the golden mountain down and knelt down like a jade pillar, saying in his mouth: “The land of the dry pine stream has seen the king!”

The handsome young man said: “You are really a third-rank god in vain, I am just a god. After retreating for a while, you ruined my withered pine stream like this?”

The majesty on the ground of the dry pine stream disappeared, revealing a little innocence, and said: “King Holy Infant, calm down, Since your Majesty retreated to seclusion, it has been more than a hundred thousand years in a flash, how can there be such a little time…”

Hearing this, the Holy Infant King was taken aback for a moment, and said to himself: “No wonder I woke up in this rare sky and rain. It turned out that it has been so long.

” The Heavenly Monarch Ling Xiao, but now this land of dry pine streams does not have the slightest arrogance of the creatures of Ling Xiao, but is trembling from the beginning to the end, for fear of offending this beautiful boy called “The Holy Infant King”.

The Holy Infant King raised his head, looked at the increasingly sparse drizzle above the dark sky, and said: “The rain from the sky that falls to the ground like this will only appear when the transcendent souls fall. Do you know whose family it is?” Is the orthodoxy destroyed?”

The land of Kusongjian replied: “My lord Haojiao learned that it was the Great Strength Bodhisattva of Langshan that has passed into Nirvana.” The

Holy Infant King was stunned for a moment, and said: “This Bodhisattva has cultivated to the point of intervention. How can the detached state of fate go away in silence?”

Withered Songjian shook his head and said, “I don’t know about it.”

Taking a peek at the Holy Infant King, Kusongjian continued to say, “Your Majesty , and one more thing, this old slave is a bit afraid to say.”

The Holy Infant King gave him a cold look, and said, “Tell me.”

Withered Songjian Land took out a roll of brocade from his sleeve, and said slowly: “Master, leave I left a message before, please read it yourself.” The

Holy Infant King took the scroll of brocade and looked over it with an even colder expression.

Seeing his uneasy expression, the land of Kusongjian retreated a little subconsciously.

After a few breaths, a void and distorted flame appeared between the fingers of the Holy Infant King, and he turned the brocade into ashes, gritted his teeth and said: “Your master is really out of his mind, I am very happy in this dry pine stream, It’s nonsense to ask me to be a prison guard in Laoshizi!”

Seeing the distorted fire that burned everything, the land of Kusongjian trembled in fright, but still whispered: “My lord! , It’s your master.”

As soon as he finished his words, the Holy Infant King’s icy eyes swept over, and the land of the dry pine stream was as silent as a cicada, and he never said a word of nonsense.

The flame is called “Samadhi True Fire”, and there is nothing in the world that cannot be burned.

The land of Dry Pine Stream is just the practice of Ling Xiao’s initial stage, so naturally he dare not try this flame of samadhi himself.

“No!”

The Holy Infant King flicked his sleeve robe, completely scattering the ashes.

With a bitter expression on the ground of the withered pine stream, he said: “My lord, but where is the master…” The

Holy Infant King became more and more irritable, and said: “I have finally left the customs once, so don’t make me upset.”

After saying this, he Then he turned around, jumped up, and walked straight towards the huge vortex on the edge of the withered pine stream.

When he walked under the vortex, the land of the withered pine stream appeared again with a bitter face, and begged: “Your Majesty…” The Holy Infant King

turned his palm lightly, and a red cherry spear with red flames turned into a rainbow. When it came out, the terrifying real fire of Samadhi was blown out of the sharp spear tip.

Kusongjian land trembled, stood motionless, and completely shut his mouth.

“Get out of here quickly,” the Holy Infant King wiped his hands casually when he saw his interest, and put away the spear in his hand, “This fire cloud cave in the withered pine stream is more or less a blessed place, and now I just retreat for a while, and it is ruined.” After becoming like this, I have never asked you to settle accounts. Next, you will take good care of this dojo for me and re-condense the luck of the dojo, do you understand?” The land of the dry pine stream nodded hurriedly, and

then He didn’t dare to stop half a point.

The Holy Infant King snorted coldly, and then turned into a crimson rainbow, submerging directly into the huge vortex in front of him.

Amidst the changing light and shadow, the aura filled the mouth and nose, causing the King of the Holy Infant to take a big mouthful here greedily, and said to himself: “It’s been a long time since I was bored in Huoyundongdongtian for so long. I have never turned back to the realm.”

The broken light and shadow disappeared, and the extremely gloomy continent came into view.

The Holy Infant King took a closer look, and couldn’t help saying bad luck: “It really is my fate in the withered pine stream that has declined, and even the vortex in the cave sky has been distorted to this point, and I have been transported under the screen, it is really abominable!

” Suddenly, the samadhi true fire in the depths of his true spirit trembled slightly, causing the Holy Infant King’s expression to freeze.

The scene curtain is a dark place between the continent and the sea, very few creatures have set foot here, but now the Samadhi True Fire seems to have sensed it, the mind of the Holy Infant King turned, following the faintly visible He selected the direction with his induction, and walked quickly through the darkness.

As the distance got closer, the power of induction became stronger, and the Holy Infant King stopped suddenly, staring at a pitch-black fire lotus in the gloom hundreds of meters away, with a solemn expression.

The lotus flower transformed by the pitch-black flame is extremely strange, it is slowly rotating every moment, and strands of terrifying karma pervade the air, showing how extraordinary this lotus flower is.