Chapter 257: The remains of inner demons and the curse of death.

Over more than 2,000 years, Li Changsheng felt that he had been repeating the same thing, gaining and losing again.

When he was a mortal, he studied for fame, thinking that as long as he had enough talent, he could do it even without relying on others. He became the number one scholar in high school, became an official in the imperial court, and even became a famous person in history.

Li Changsheng did indeed achieve the first step. He put in enough sweat and talent to become the youngest scholar. I thought I was making great progress all the way, but in the end I was rejected again and again.

The official who helped him trip was dismissed due to a fight in the court. He thought that this was the end of the story, but he was affected and lost his reputation.

Before there was no superhuman strength, if a mortal wanted to get ahead with only six points of luck, he would feel the injustice of reality if he worked too hard.

 Later, Li Changsheng found a new goal, which was to practice cultivation, but he didn't even feel the energy. Li Changsheng finally walked out of his own way without relying on anyone.

 The most depressing thing is not despair, but the loss of hope.

If there is a place in the world that has the best chance of bringing back the dead, it can only be Wangchuan. And those who are most likely to have a way to return to life are the existences in front of them in the River of Forgetfulness.

“Don’t you all have a way to bring the dead back to life?”

Li Changsheng asked again.

 After a while, someone stood up and said, "Senior, there is the power of reincarnation at the end of the River of Forgetfulness."

Li Changsheng had heard this sentence from Buddhist monks and from old people, but the former two were not as sure as he was.

 The person who answered the question was an old man carrying a coffin. He was the most elderly person among the crowd. Living in the River of Forgetfulness, staying young is a kind of luxury. Instead of using extra energy to maintain a superficial appearance of dignity, it is better to contain all the vitality.

 But the old man in front of him makes people feel older than everyone present because his end is approaching.

“I’ve heard many people say this.” Li Changsheng lowered his eyes slightly and held a half-rotten Fire Cloud Bird in his hand.

 The size of a palm, it emits unparalleled heat waves and can turn into a mountain of flames if it falls into the mortal world. However, this is not the point. There are many terrifying beings that can turn thousands of miles into red ground, but the special thing about this bird is that it still retains a trace of life.

  Refining can prolong life.

The old man carrying the coffin looked straight in his eyes, then calmed down and said: "There is no way to bring the old man back to life, but it can prove the existence of reincarnation."

 “How to prove it?” Li Changsheng suddenly became interested.

He has read through too many classics in Kyushu. Those sects that have survived after the troubled times, either out of admiration or fear, are very generous and allow him to consult various classics in the sect at will. After Li Changsheng visited the Tianxia Sect, he saw countless descriptions of reincarnation.

 But there is no method, and no one can prove the existence of reincarnation.

The old man carrying the coffin slowly said: "The old man only wakes up once every thousand years. He has lived for more than 30,000 years at least. He has not seen much, but he has experienced the changes in the laws of heaven and earth."

 He raised his head and looked around, taking a fixed look at some people.

"In recent years, I have deeply felt that the end is approaching, and I no longer sleep. I have talked with everyone here, hoping to make a breakthrough. However, God has not fulfilled my wishes, and I am afraid there is no hope. So I want to summarize all the insights and inheritance in this life, Find an opportunity to send it back to the practice world to leave some inheritance."

Generally speaking, monks accept disciples when their life span is approaching, or at least when they are old and have no hope of breakthrough. At the same time, when I was young, I was obsessed with the inheritance, and I wanted to find a successor. If I couldn't find one, I would leave the inheritance around and wait for someone destined to come.

Hence, there is an important activity in the spiritual practice world, which is to dig the graves of the seniors. Li Changsheng also participated several times when he was young. He didn't take anything, he just visited.

 In this way, we can see the intention of these people, who just want to leave some traces in the practice world. It is precisely because of this kind of behavior that the spiritual practice world has accumulated a large number of methods, and future generations can innovate and take further steps.

Li Changsheng often drew on the experience of his predecessors in his early years.

"I personally believe that the laws of heaven and earth are not created out of nothing. They are all created by all living beings. In the reincarnation of Buddhism, all things in Taoism embrace yang and bear yin. Do you think it is familiar? Qi refining was Taoist at the beginning, and perhaps there was no Buddhism at that time. Once said, now no matter who wants to change their destiny against heaven, they can use it to refine their energy."

Li Changsheng opened his eyes slightly, the old man looked thoughtful, and the rest of the people were either whispering to each other, or lowering their heads in deep thought.

It goes without saying that there are reincarnations, but the Wangchuan River under their feet is flowing with countless remnant souls. Deep obsessions can last for several years, but they can return to heaven and earth in a moment without worries.

 It is the latter that really makes everyone think deeply.

Li Changsheng is so talented, and he can understand the reason after just a little digging.

 He said in a calm voice:

"The way of nature is immersed, so all things in the world are born. The way of heaven and earth is quiet, so yin and yang are born. When the form exists, the spirit exists, and when the form disappears, the spirit disappears. If you cultivate the golden elixir road both internally and externally, you will not be subject to the destiny of heaven."

The sound turned into invisible fluctuations and shook the void. The Wangchuan River in Zhou Dynasty boiled slightly, and countless remnant souls of the dead gathered here intentionally or unintentionally.

A pair of hands stretched out of the water, struggling, roaring, and longing.

　　Not subject to the ways of destiny, transcending the power of the mortal world.

If they are still alive, they may be able to use these words to change their destiny and enter the ranks of spiritual practice.

 This is a person with great supernatural powers who speaks according to the law.

Li Changsheng’s words made the rest of the people present who had not grasped the key suddenly realize. Mortals enter the River of Forgetfulness, and monks’ souls return to heaven and earth.

 The two correspond to the two concepts of Buddhism and Taoism respectively.

Li Changsheng suddenly changed his voice and said: "But this statement can convince many people, but it cannot prove that reincarnation really exists. What I need is a definite answer, not a vague argument."

 “Senior, don’t be impatient.”

 The old man raised his hand slowly, and a bright yellow flame appeared in the palm of his hand. A very sparse and ordinary fire method, without much surprise.

At least Li Changsheng would not think that he had made a mistake. If he had to say that there was something strange about it, it would be that the technique was very ancient.

  It is also a fire method. The method used 1000 years ago and 1000 years later is different, just like writing in the secular world. But one thing will not change. Most of the methods are that modern methods are stronger than ancient methods. The more common the magic is, the more so.

 Because inheritance is prevalent among human beings, they innovate based on the experience of their ancestors.

The old man carrying the coffin said: "Senior, can you take me 100 miles to the west? I am now in decline, my cultivation is greatly damaged, and my legs and feet are inconvenient."

"Can."

Li Changsheng came to his side in a flash, put his hand on his shoulder, and the two of them disappeared in the next second.

Everyone felt that the two of them were like a gust of wind, drifting away for more than ten miles in one breath. When they blinked again, they could no longer sense them.

 Hundreds of miles away, the Wangchuan River did not change at all, and the golden river water flowed slowly. Land began to appear on both sides, with scattered beaches and wasteland, and unknown black shadows flashed across them from time to time.

Those are not real land, but the corpses of certain creatures.

Li Changsheng and the old man suddenly appeared. The latter looked at the scattered beaches and said: "I think when I first came here, this was a piece of land. Now it has been washed away by the River of Forgetfulness. You should also be able to see it. In the river of forgetfulness, all forms are the remains of a certain existence."

“It’s not that they are so powerful that they are immortal, but it’s caused by the law. If left outside for a hundred years, they will rot, and within a few hundred years, they will completely return to heaven and earth.”

As he spoke, he opened his palms again, and a bright yellow flame appeared, one foot high.

Li Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "The rules here have changed drastically."

 The same mana, the same power, can multiply the flames here several times.

The old man replied: "This is the basis for old age. This River of Forgetfulness is like the tomb of every era. There is no reincarnation in our era, which does not mean that there was no reincarnation in the ancient times. All the opinions are not groundless, and all laws have evolved from those with great supernatural powers. Come."

“This River of Forgetfulness may also be the path of a powerful Buddhist. Please take me another 500 miles forward.”

Li Changsheng picked up the old man again and flew towards the source of the River of Forgetfulness. The further you go in, the grayer the fog becomes, the more things you can see, and the Forgotten River is no longer as clean as before.

If the Lethe River at the entrance is a river made of golden liquid, then this place is a swamp full of bones. Pieces of white islands floated, and a three-foot-tall kid squatted by the river and kept scooping up the remaining souls and putting them into his mouth.

Suddenly a huge eyeball flew from the Wangchuan River, and huge illusions were fabricated in an instant, trapping the two of them like bamboo baskets.

Li Changsheng swung his sword, the Taishang Wuji Sword's intention was to cut everything, and the power of the Heavenly Sword could cut down everything in the sky and on the earth.

 In an instant all illusions were shattered.

Lightning flashed in Li Changsheng's eyes, and his sword pointed at the eyeball with a radius of more than a thousand feet. When the old man next to him saw this, he quickly stopped him and said: "Senior, this is the ancestor of the inner demon. It is said that the inner demon evolved from it. There are only some of them here. They are very weak and can't help you and me. Don't kill him." .”

  “Why?”

Li Changsheng paused slightly.

The old man explained: "Because killing it will leave traces, just like chasing souls, more remnants of inner demons will come to you in the future. Inner demons, the greatest enemy of monks, can kill people invisible."

"This inner demon's broken body is affected by the laws of heaven and earth at the same time. Generally, it will only attack once. After it survives, it will no longer attack you."

　That huge eyeball was looking at the two of them steadily at this moment, and indeed did not continue to attack.

Li Changsheng took a deep look at the old man and said, "Old sir, he has lived here for tens of thousands of years. He really knows more than me. I don't know his name?"

"Reward after reward, I call the old man Luo Mo. I am not a decent person, but I am not a murderous person." The old man's words and deeds were as humble as ever, even a little respectful.

He then continued: "I will show you another method that was effective 30,000 years ago but will be ineffective 30,000 years later."

Having said that, he stepped on the circle with his feet, Buddha light appeared on his body, and he recited Amitabha in a low voice.

 One second, two seconds, three seconds…

In the Wangchuan River, illusory figures climbed out one after another, and were pulled by some kind of force to form a long queue behind the old man.

“Senior, this is the method from 30,000 years ago, the Rebirth Mantra. At that time, mortals had to recite the Rebirth Mantra once before they could enter the River of Forgetfulness, otherwise they would become lonely ghosts.”

 (End of this chapter)