Yun Weisi followed the prestige.

The vast darkness was boundless, and the voice of that person seemed to be close at hand, but at the same time seemed to be far away in the sky.

"We have three choices now." Sun Buku said, "either go up or down, or jump directly, or—"

"Cut off this stone ladder."

Yun Weisi continued, he moved quickly and made a decisive decision, and as soon as he finished speaking, Jian Guang appeared within Sun Buku's sphere of influence.

Sun Buku didn't say anything else, he raised his Zen staff and slammed it on the stone ladder.

"All appearances are false!"

The moment the Zen staff landed, the golden light suddenly exploded on the ground, and the stone steps shattered inch by inch. The entire long stone ladder collapsed, and the stones fell into the endless void one by one. fall down.

The Chunchao sword and the Zen staff are behind the protection, and the faint spiritual power lingers around the body, so that the two of them will not fall into the abyss like those gravels. I don't know how long it has passed. When the body is about to get used to the light and floating environment, Yun Weisi Feel yourself stepping on the ground.

After a while, Sun Buku let out a soft ah.

"As expected."

What did you expect?

Yun Weisi kept his eyes closed just now, trying to sense the movement around him, but he found that everything here was almost silent, except for the shaking and rubbing of their clothes and the sound of footsteps, there were almost no other sounds coming from them.

But there is light underfoot.

"Look, what is this?" Sun Buku's voice came.

Yun Weisi bowed her head, the source of light was a smooth stone surface.

It is more like a mirror than a stone surface.

The surface of the mirror is smooth, and there is a faint light, but you can't see what kind of light it is. It feels smooth under your feet, so you have to pay attention to it, otherwise it is easy to fall.

"What is this?" Yun Weisi felt that Sun Buku might know.

"Have you ever heard of a saying that Yin and Yang separate evil mirrors, and it is said that life and death are determined."

"Niejingtai." Yun Weisi chewed on these three words, "Why is the Niejingtai in the 18th floor of **** here?"

There were surprises, surprises, and sighs in Sun Buku's voice.

"I didn't expect that they would turn Kuiwen Leiyin Drum into the 18th **** of Buddhism. It's really mysterious!"

Yun Weisi: "No matter how mysterious it is, it's not as mysterious as Jiuchongyuan."

"Naturally, Jiuchongyuan takes Chi Bijiang's formation as its core, claiming to cover everything in the world, dotted with stars, turning the universe upside down, and everything is amazing. Humans, monsters, demons and immortals live in a mixture, and the weak and the strong prey on it. Although it is impossible to get out easily, it is also It has become a paradise for some people. But the eighteen layers of **** are places of suffering and judgment. Those who fall into it must be riddled with sins. I will be assigned to the 18th **** to be punished." Sun Buku was full of interest, "Wanlian Buddha Land has such ambitions!"

Yun Weisi cared about Chang Ming's side, and really didn't know where Sun Buku's fun lies.

In other words, he has never explored this person in depth.

But now that the two are also trapped here, Yun Weisi can only temporarily believe that Sun Buku is reliable.

"You have guarded Jiuchongyuan for many years. You must know that if you want to leave Jiuchongyuan, you need an opportunity, that is, to find the heart of the formation. The same is true here."

Sun Buku was walking on the evil mirror stand, he paused slightly with his Zen stick, and used enough force to collapse the rock, but the mirror stone under his feet remained motionless, as smooth as ever.

"Guess, where is the formation center here? Is the entire Wanlian Buddha Land now a part of Kuiwen Leiyingu?"

Although Qingyun Temple and Wanlian Buddha Land belong to two sects of Buddhism, they have little contact with each other. Qingyun Temple even privately dislikes Wanlian Buddha Land, thinking that the other party has too much contact with the world, so that he is greedy for secular power However, in the past hundred years, it has been difficult to single out a single person with outstanding cultivation base. Even the Buddha-seat Shengjue, who is known as the most powerful in martial arts, was once defeated by Yun Weisi, and Yun Weisi at that time was not even the later Yun Weisi, who is revered as a Daoist.

But Youdu worships Buddha, and the status of Wanlian Buddha Land has never been shaken. From the emperor to the common people, every household will worship flowers and incense burners on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year. The smell of sandalwood can be smelled in almost every corner of the city. .

For some reason, Sun Buku didn't like Wanlian Buddha Land since he was born. He passed by Youdu several times, even subconsciously avoided it, and never set foot there.

Until the investigation of the death of the head of the front yard, and the whereabouts of the traitor's mourning tree, clues lead to this place.

Now it seems that what he wants to avoid is not the Wanlian Buddha Land, but the Kuiwen Leiyin Drum.

This ancient magic weapon has an invisible coercion, and those who follow will live and those who oppose will die. Somehow, Sun Buku doesn't want to face it head-on.

Going around, but still can't avoid it.

"I can't guess."

Yun Weisi is obviously not a good companion, he is not interested in talking nonsense with Sun Buku, and he is still thinking about the mystery of the mirror.

The cry for help still came from afar, but it was unclear which direction it was coming from. The voice suddenly rose, and after the long and sharp scream, there was a quiet silence.

At the same time, Yun Weisi also saw a change in the mirror stage, the front was blurred, and a figure was reflected, but it was not him, nor Sun Buku.

The mirror image became clearer and clearer.

The man's arms were stretched and bound, the iron chains were entangled, and he couldn't move. His hair was disheveled and stained with blood.

Yun Weisi pulled her heart violently, as if being pinched tightly by something, she even stopped breathing.

He thought it was Chang Ming!

Taking a closer look, he found that it was not.

That is-

Zhou can?

"See Blood Sect, Sect Master?"

Sun Buku also recognized it. He squatted down and touched the mirror stone with his hand.

Zhou Ke raised his hand slightly if he felt something.

The scene reflected by the mirror gradually became clearer, and Zhou Ke's painful expression also fell into the eyes of the two of them.

On his lower body, there were clusters of lotus flowers blooming one after another, but those lotus flowers were all gray, and as they stretched slowly, they seemed to be absorbing nutrients from Zhou Ke's body.

But Zhou Ke's complexion was pale, and he was losing his vitality little by little.

His eyes were hopeless and distracted, as if he was looking at them, and at the same time he seemed to be looking at the illusory distance.

To save, or not to save?

If they make a move, they will probably fall into the same situation as Zhou Ke. Before they figure it out, even if they are as strong as Yun Weisi and Sun Buku, they dare not underestimate the power of Kuiwen Leiyingu.

Just as the two of them hesitated for a moment, the scene slowly changed again.

This time it was Xu Jingxian.

She was surrounded by dots of green light, which looked extremely beautiful at first glance, but she assumed the posture of facing an enemy, waving the gauze in her hand from time to time to disperse the light.

Yingguang flew up, and the two of them saw clearly that it was not Yingguang, but the eyes of poisonous snakes.

Those poisonous snakes are far more sensitive than the snakes outside, and their vitality is extremely strong. Under the attack of Xu Jingxian's spiritual power, they fell heavily to the ground, but they were still alive. Fang was able to break through the protective barrier, and bit the wound on Xu Jingxian's back, bleeding profusely.

"These are not ordinary poisonous snakes, they are monsters. Buddhists call them reluctance to hate. It is said that in the third layer of the eighteen hells, they twine around iron trees and bite people who have violated the precepts of anger, lust, and lust. But the last one in the world that does not The heart of letting go of hatred has long been killed by the Buddha Xutianzang who founded Buddhism."

Why does it still appear here?

Could it be that the 18 levels of **** transformed from Kuilong Leiyin Drum can even transform things that do not exist?

No, this is not an illusion!

Sun Buku immediately rejected his speculation.

As a disciple of Buddhism, and in the sect that once owned one of the Kuiwen Leiyin Drums, Sun Buku is even the only one left in Qingyun Temple who has seen and touched this magic weapon with his own eyes. There is a certain natural connection between the drums, and it is possible to perceive that all this is not an illusion, but a real existence.

So where do these reluctance and hatred come from, or is it true that what is said in the Buddhist scriptures?

With a flash of thought, Yun Weisi was about to strike, but was half a step too late, and Xu Jingxian under the mirror disappeared.

It was replaced by the original chaotic gray and black.

Yun Weisi made up his mind to drop ten times with one force, he summoned the Chunchao sword, the sword body was suspended above the mirror stand, and could be inserted into the mirror stand at any time.

"and many more!"

Sun Buku stopped him.

"There seems to be a sound below, listen!"

Knock, knock, knock.

Knock knock knock, knock knock.

A regular rhythm came, as if someone was knocking on the other side of the stage.

"Who?" Sun Buku asked.

The sound of knocking on the mirror stopped, and after a while, it sounded again.

Knock knock knock, knock knock. knock.

This time it seemed to be sending a message of some sort.

Yun Weisi's expression froze, and the sword light that was about to fall all converged back with his heart.

It's Master.

Knock knock knock, knock knock. knock.

many years ago.

To be precise, it should be the second year that he worshiped Jade Emperor Temple.

The master asked him to sit quietly in the courtyard and meditate, to observe everything in the world.

At that time, his heart was still very impetuous. When he closed his eyes, any movement in his ears would turn into noise and anxiety. His body was always tense like a bow, and it was difficult to really relax.

After he meditated again for an afternoon without any results, the master finally came out, walked up to him, and sat opposite him.

Knock knock knock, knock knock. knock.

The master bent his index finger and tapped on the wooden corridor under the eaves several times.

Do you know what this means? Master asked him.

He naturally shook his head.

You feel carefully.

Master dropped this sentence, clapped his hands and got up to leave.

And he spent the next countless days and nights imitating the rhythm and pattern of Master's knocking, trying to hear some secrets from it.

But Yun Weisi was disappointed.

Even if he put his ears against the wooden boards, he could only hear the ants moving under the wooden boards, the rain falling on the steps along the eaves, and the wild flowers and plants blooming wildly. Gradually, Yun Weisi no longer bothered about what the master meant, He was indulging in the lively movement of all things in the yard, and his mood gradually calmed down. The heart formula that he could not remember no matter how hard he used to memorize, unexpectedly broke through the first level after a month.

Then Master asked him what he had realized.

He said, Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, three begets all things.

The exact same rhythm brought Yun Weisi back to his memory in an instant.

The sword's edge fell with his mind, and plunged straight into the mirror stand!

boom!

The mirror stand is torn apart and blown to pieces!

But under the debris, there was no one Yun Weisi most wanted to see.

Both he and Sun Buku fell into the icy sea water, and the salty sea waves rushed over and poured into their mouths and noses, drowning them all at once!

In the darkness, a few soft and slender hands were undulating with the waves, slowly reaching behind them, touching Yun Weisi's shoulder.

Song music came leisurely, soft and long-lasting, pulling them to sink into a deeper dream.

Beneath the mirror stage, Fang Cai was obviously Chang Ming, and no one else would beat that rhythm again except him!

But why...

Before Yun Weisi had time to think about it, the hand that climbed onto his shoulder pierced into his flesh, and the fishy sweetness flowed into the water, gradually melting away.

The author has something to say:

Think about Sun Buku's reaction when he sees Master "resurrected from the dead"?

ps, the 18 levels of **** in the text are modified from the text, which is not quite the same as the actual explanation, so there is no need to refer to it.