Following the incoming text stream, I wandered into an endless ocean of wisdom, as if I was looking for the sea-crossing monk on the other side.

Read thousands of books and read the scriptures to understand the truth.

Li Shaoyang could not have imagined that the Holy Spirit's hollow ghost-suppressing mantra and Buddha talisman actually had the same effect as the supernatural songs of the Saha scriptures. It was really rare to have chance. He quickly seized the opportunity and immersed in his understanding.

"What the Time Sutra says is that one day reincarnation, one moment reincarnation, one moment reincarnation..."

During the comprehending, Li Shaoyang looked peaceful and quiet, and waves of Buddha's light appeared on his body, and the cigarette smoke lingered, like musk and orchids, the dew of the sky was shining, and the pearl was also glorious.

Unconsciously, in the Buddha's light, a Buddha appeared and knocked on the wooden fish, blew the magic snails, and chanted the scriptures.

A day passed.

Two days passed.

Three days passed.

One after another, the Saha scriptures were sucked out of the sutra by the Holy Spirit's hollow ghost-suppressing mantra and Buddha talisman, and were easily absorbed and understood by Li Shaoyang, and converted into his own use.

Each Saha scripture that was sucked out of the meaning of the sutras silently turned into dust. Until the eight hundred and thirty-two scriptures were all turned into dust, Li Shaoyang suddenly opened his eyes.

At this moment, he saw that his eyes were as pure as flawless, and his deep wisdom seemed to lead to the depths of the universe, which made people attracted to him at once. Ordinary people were in front of him, as if all three souls and seven spirits were about to be seen through by him.

Mo Xiaoxian in his mind unfolded the broken wordless heavenly book, excitedly absorbing the meaning of the Saha scriptures that Li Shaoyang realized, and shouted happily.

For the Wordless Heavenly Book, before he could not find his own fragments, every time Li Shaoyang added a pen on it, it was a kind of supply and repair for him.

At this moment, the original stroke was no longer there.

Instead, it turned out to be a complete sword character.

Just one word seems to be an ancient motto.

One word controls all soldiers, an unprecedented sword force becomes full. Once activated, the sky collapses and the earth breaks.

In this "sword", it seems that it is no longer limited to the category of immortality. It seems to contain the wonderful taste of the coexistence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the Buddha energy.

However, Li Shaoyang did not seem to be forgetful about the birth of the word "sword".

He still looked calm, neither happy nor sad.

The taste of Zen is emitted from itself, and it has a unique wisdom of tranquility.

Li Shaoyang suddenly started the Xiaoyao Buddhist scriptures, and the spirit and the spirit of the gods were in harmony. The golden elixir in his body shone brightly, clean and flawlessly. The light emitted seemed to form a open Dharma lotus in his body.

The lotus heart elixir fire is released, with white in gold and white in white.

The Chaos Yuanzhu in the Tanzhong Point suddenly rotated rapidly, spitting out pure Buddha spirit aura in large mouths, and pouring into the golden elixir of Buddha power. The elixir fire spreads throughout the body, and the flesh and blood body quickly transforms. A powerful aura of power is constantly released, sublimated, and climbs outside Li Shaoyang's body.

Soon, he broke through a limit with a crack.

"There are two flavors of Danhuo, the second turn of Dan Body." Xiaoyao Buddhist scriptures have improved rapidly. Although they are still far from the seventh level, they have taken a big step for Li Shaoyang.

"My Buddha's realm has been broken through in a leap, and its lofty and grandeur is no less than that of a master in the Nascent Soul realm. As long as there is enough Buddha energy to support me, within seven days, I can turn my elixir body and my blood produces pure yang."

Li Shaoyang smiled contentedly and paused the exercises.

The Chaos Yuanzhu was squeezed by him for no reason and was a little depressed. Li Shaoyang couldn't bear to squeeze it out. After all, the growth of this bead itself requires too much energy.

"Hey, what is that?" Li Shaoyang turned around, and was about to sweep away the cold bed of the thousand-year-old mysterious ice. With the ten thousand-year-old warm jade cushion above, he accidentally glanced at it and found that the eight bookshelf themselves were arranged in a concise manner to the "Eight Death Mysteries."

There is a Bodhi book in the Saha Sutra that Li Shaoyang comprehended before, which mentions the Eight Deaths.

The so-called eight deaths, death from illness, death from disasters, death from accidents, death from hatred, death from evil, death from demons, death from heaven, death from self-determination, death from self-determination, death from life and death.

Eight dead gather together, kill the game.

The eight bookshelfs seem ordinary, but they set up the ultimate killing situation mentioned in the Saha scriptures.

This made Li Shaoyang look distorted.

What does that boss want to do?

Is the things represented by these eight bookshelf more important than those Saha scriptures that are rare in a century?

Li Shaoyang couldn't help but remain silent and began to meditate.

He believed that the placement of these eight bookshelfs in this way would be a surprise.

Of course, Li Shaoyang has never experienced the eight deaths, and he doesn't know what it tastes, but he has experienced deaths more than once.

For death, any wise creature will inevitably be afraid when facing it. How many people in the world can face life and death?

"Eight deaths, is it a warning?" Li Shaoyang's heart stern. If this is a warning to stealing the scriptures, it would be too cruel.

However, if you only obtain the scriptures, why do you have to die eight times? Since it is all death, it is enough to die once, why do you have to die eight times?

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out!

Li Shaoyang had a vague intuition, as if the eight deaths were said, it was related to the reincarnation cultivation path of his great soul stone.

If that's the case, then there's something to play with.

Li Shaoyang frowned tightly, walked around the eight bookshelfs one after another, but never found any mystery on the bookshelf, nor any mechanism.

The eight hundred and thirty-two scriptures were completely destroyed after taking the meaning of the scriptures, and the bookshelf was completely empty.

"Mo Xiaoxian, tell me what this means." Li Shaoyang had no choice but to seek some advice from Mo Xiaoxian.

"Don't ask me, the eight deaths are the ones you can see. With my current state, I have no impression at all." Mo Xiaoxian's voice was a little sad, and he couldn't help but think of the scenery of following the Immortal King of Heavenly Books and scattering all over the heavenly worlds.

At that time, he had a book covering the essence of the world. There were very few things he didn't know, so how could he be like now?

Tiger falls into the plain!

Yes, it was a waste of time to ask. Li Shaoyang failed to get the advice he wanted, so he could only rely on himself to think about it.

Warning? Authorities? Bans? Or a message of worship?

Li Shaoyang seems to have an instinctive exploration of the unknown and mysteries.

The less the answer, the more he can't stop.

After three days passed, Li Shaoyang felt like a lost lamb, trapped in a maze that he could not get out of. He went back and forth, round after round, blocked in front of an extremely strong wall.

Li Shaoyang's eyes suddenly appeared in a kind of blood. His hair was scattered wildly, and a nearly mad aura emanated from the cave.

Mo Xiaoxian roared loudly, his voice as loud as a bell: "Boy, don't be stubborn. No matter whether he dies eight or nine, if you keep going like this, you will be insane and you will really taste the taste of death."

"Well, the smell of death?" Li Shaoyang's whole body shook, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the blood suddenly disappeared without a trace.

He laughed angrily and said to himself: "The taste of death. Mo Xiaoxian, you are still powerful, you are so powerful. He woke up the dreamer and said the taste of death well. If you want to know what the eight deaths mean, you have to taste the taste of death."

"You are crazy, do you really want to die?" Mo Xiaoxian said angrily.

"Hehe, you're right, I just want to die. Not only do I want to die, I also want to die eight times." Li Shaoyang's words were extremely crazy, but his expression was peaceful. It was so peaceful that it made people feel cold and strange. How could a normal person want to die? He wants to die eight times? Is death just a game?

At this moment, he had merged the death he had experienced.

"Birth is great wisdom, and death is also great wisdom. The wisdom of life and death, the mind and self, have truly entered the world for three thousand years, and seeking the infinite collection of Nirvana."

Li Shaoyang suddenly sang loudly, and golden light covered his whole body, and a golden aperture appeared above his head, which turned out to be the perfect light of enlightenment and wisdom.

If there are people from the Pure Land of Saha, they will be as strong as a chime and stone to practice, and they will also be moved by it.

In Buddhism, even a genius boy with Buddha roots cannot awaken and perfect at a young age and have a halo of wisdom.

You should know how high such a genius has a high level of understanding, a broad mind as the sea, and a deep world. He is destined to be a powerful talent who roams the world.

"Crazy, crazy, this kid is crazy." Mo Xiaoxian didn't know what Li Shaoyang was thinking now, but only felt that Li Shaoyang was unfathomable at this time, and his wisdom was unfathomable, and ordinary people could not guess it.

Of course Li Shaoyang is not crazy.

Not only isn't crazy, but it's pretty normal.

A Zen song fell, and the golden light on Li Shaoyang's body suddenly split into two, from the middle of the Tianmen on his head, opposite the mouth and nose, a line split between the two sides, and his body strangely split into two halves.

The two halves of Li Shaoyang became full at the same time, and his flesh and blood gradually became fuller, turning into two identical and flesh-and-blooded Li Shaoyang.

A person on the left proclaimed the Buddha's name, Amitabha, and shouted to the person on the right: "Incarnation."

A person on the right said the Buddha's name, and a symbol seal suddenly appeared on his eyebrows. His expression was peaceful and he said, "I."

The person hidden on the left, Mo Xiaoxian in his mind was stunned. With his perception, both Li Shaoyang were real, not phantoms of clones at all, but both had flesh and blood, heartbeat and wisdom.

"Boy, what are you playing?"

"Feeling death!" The man on the left laughed relaxedly, and his expression became evil. "I worship the heaven and earth with half of my flesh and blood. I wish to die with half of my flesh and blood to feel the suffering of the eight deaths of the people."

"What? Half of flesh and blood. Are you saying that half of the incarnation is really half of your flesh and blood? You are crazy. If that half of the flesh and blood really dies, wouldn't you have to spend endless effort to make up for it?"

"It is a huge harvest to know the taste of death with half of the flesh and blood. How can we make up for it?"

"You..." Mo Xiaoxian was speechless.

Li Shaoyang smiled faintly and said, "Incarnate, life is eight deaths, you can start with illness and death."

"I, take care of yourself!" The incarnation proclaimed the Buddha's name, and the figure suddenly turned into a stream of light and rushed towards one of the bookshelfs.

The empty bookshelf, the wood that has been through many years, was knocked out by the flowing light incarnation. It should have been broken. What is strange is that it did not, but suddenly turned into a water curtain and rippled like a rippling...
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