Chapter 43 Who am I

The vanity of flowers.

In Zhang Yan's eyes, there is a strange world in front of him.

Half of the world, the auspicious flowers are raining, the strange fragrance is blowing, the Sanskrit sounds are coming out of the air, the fairy music is singing together, and the soft golden light is sprinkled everywhere.

The other half is covered by endless black clouds, with blood light rising, gloomy wind roaring, and bald dumb screams one after another.

Two very different scenes coexist in the same space. At the junction, it is a square inch like a Taiji yin and yang fish. Golden light and black clouds meet here and are not compatible.

And the place where Zhang Yan stands is in this square inch.

Since he unconsciously had two different memories in the paradise of paradise, Zhang Yan suddenly felt an indescribable sense of fear.

He felt as if he had suddenly become three people. This feeling was extremely clear and contradictory that his head almost blew up.

In an instant, he was an Amitabha in a golden coat and preached to many monks in the world of bliss.

In a blink of an eye, he became the evil demon master. He was in the blood prison of the heavenly demon world, suppressing the resentment of all kinds of worlds in reincarnation by domineering and fierce means.

However, his own memory gradually appeared less, and he even had to force himself to remember that he was a little hunter living under Wanzhong Mountain, with his own parents and relatives, and his own joys and sorrows...

In fact, Zhang Yan has not understood why this happened until now. He just promised Ye Bo to enter the Linglong Buddha Tower to practice skills and improve his skills. How could he think of inexplicably having two memories?

The two memories of one Buddha and one demon still made him so familiar, as if he were really Amitabha Buddha and the Great Demon Lord. This irresistible sense of contradiction almost made Zhang Yan think that these were two souls that wanted to occupy his body.

Even, he couldn't help but have a very sad thought in his heart. Who is he?

"You are me, Amitabha, the supreme Buddha in charge of the heavenly Buddha world!"

A strong and peaceful voice came from the golden light, and then a faint figure appeared in Zhang Yan's eyes.

This figure looks exactly the same as Zhang Yan, but a bald head, wearing a golden saber and holding a black bowl in his hand.

"You are me, the great demon master, who is in charge of hundreds of millions of demons in the world of heaven!"

Another voice came from the world of black clouds on the other side, and a figure flying in black with long hair also appeared. He looked like Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan looked left and looked at it again, and suddenly hugged his head and moaned, "Can you tell me what's going on?"

Amitabha smiled and said, "Only you know this problem. You have to face your own heart.

Zhang Yan sarcastically said, "If I hadn't come here, how would I have been so distressed?" You did all this, and you still want me to lie to myself and find a high-sounding reason for myself?

"If you come, you will be at ease. Distress is just a kind of demon. You should understand that I am you, and you are me, so that I can prove the road, merit and virtue, and go to the world, and I am the only one.

Amitabha still smiled peacefully and said slowly, "Retie the knot, find yourself, and become a Buddha on the spot."

Zhang Yan turned his head and asked, "What about you? Do you also want to enlighten me with such nonsense?"

The Great Demon Lord snorted coldly: "It's indeed nonsense. You are me. How can you become a Buddha? Remember, you are the master of the great demon world!"

Zhang Yan sneered and said irritably, "It's bullshit, it's nonsense! If I were you, who would Zhang Yan be, huh?"

Amitabha raised his hand and brushed it into the air, and a water curtain suddenly appeared.

One morning in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, a baby landed in Meixi Village, Wanzhong Mountain. A hunter couple cried with joy and gave him the name "Zhang Yan".

The baby gradually grew up and was sent to a private school in Cuishan Town at the age of six to learn the words of saints.

When he was nine years old, his mother was seriously ill and fell to bed. Zhang Yan no longer went to study. Since then, he began to go hunting with his father to the mountains.

Five years later, Zhang Yan, who had become a thriving teenager, completely lost his father's trace while hunting on a hot afternoon. This year, he was 14 years old.

The lonely little guy lived optimistically in the world and ran around Wanzhong Mountain for firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea. He became the child king of Meixi Village. It has become a year-end friendship with Hong Daquan, a blacksmith...

Two years later, the monk Fu Dongliu stepped into Meixi Village...

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The water curtain changed rapidly, and the familiar scenes appeared in Zhang Yan's eyes.

His eyes were round with astonishment, his face changed dramatically, and an undisguised look of panic spread to his cheeks.

Everything in the water curtain restores all his previous memories with great precision, and he looks at everything quietly like an outsider. This absurd feeling almost made him breathless.

When Zhang Yan returned to the exquisite floating tower, the water curtain turned into a little golden light and disappeared into the void, and Zhang Yan was completely stunned, like a puppet, and his mind was blank.

Amitabha said solemnly, "He is Zhang Yan!"

The great demon on the other side also said coldly, "He is Zhang Yan!"

Zhang Yan was completely lost.

Why is it like this...

Is it really Amitabha? Is it really the Great Devil?

No!

Even if you are not Zhang Yan, how can you become two very different people at the same time?

Zhang Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were quiet.

He stood up, pointed gently to Amitabha in front of him, and shouted coldly, "If I were Amitabha, what do you want me to do? Destroy it!"

With his voice, a trace of relief gushed out on Amitabha's face, and his body suddenly turned into a little golden light and disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Yan turned his head and looked at the Great Devil. Before he opened his mouth, he saw the Great Devil laughing wildly and completely disappeared into a little black light.

"Well, I am me, I am Zhang Yan, Amitabha Buddha, and the Great Demon Lord of Heaven!"

word by word comes out slowly and decisively.

With the sound, Zhang Yan's left body suddenly became golden, and his right body became black. And his eyes, one is like a golden black, and the golden electric cloud disappears; the other is like a black gem, with stars and black light sprinkled all over it.

At this time, hundreds of millions of golden glow and black glow reflected each other, and a huge dazzling halo appeared in the void behind him.

The eight dragons and ten Luohans are guarded on the left; the night fork evil spirits and the evil demons are on the right.

One left and one right, the halo becomes its own sky!

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The land of the ancient continent.

Both mortals and monks hurried out of the room at this time and looked at the sky above their heads.

A huge passage like 100,000 rainbows spreads into the sky.

The fairy music rang in unison, and the strange fragrance bursts. One by one, the monks dressed in feather coats, big sleeves and wrapped in thousands of glitter came from the other end of the passage.

They either ride on foreign beasts, set up gorgeous clouds, or cross their knees in exquisite carriages, as powerful as a tide, as if there is no end.

Is this a fairy going down to earth?

Looking at this scene, those mortals knelt on the ground in fear, kowtowed their heads, and muttered more excitedly: "God, so many immortals came down to earth together, is it not to save all sentient beings..."

And those monks couldn't help cheering when they saw this, and the predecessors of the empty world came!

Since the end of the Battle of Mengling Mountain, nearly 90% of the gods have fallen. In the face of extremely strong sword cultivation and other small and medium-sized sects, almost everyone is in danger.

Almost all of their patriarchs have entered a virtual situation. They thought that their parents would no longer pay attention to their survival, but when they saw this scene, their hearts ignited hope again and were extremely excited.

Many monks who came from the empty world fell to the ground and did not leave without authorization, but stood respectfully.

How shocking should such a scene be when nearly 100,000 monks above the virtual period stand up? The breath emanating from them alone has trembled on the ground in an instant, almost suffocating.

At this time, a young man slowly walked out of the huge passage that had been empty.

He was dressed in white, wearing a golden crown, his ears were like wheels, his eyes were like stars, and his eyes were dazzling starlight, and his whole body was like a bright moon in the sky, shining. In the face of this breathtaking scene, almost everyone unconsciously lowered their heads and dared not be slightly blasphemous.

"Welcome to the Lord of Heaven!"

100,000 great monks in the virtual realm of the Qing Dynasty gathered their heads and spread their voices all over the wild.

I saw the young man floating in the air and counted it as a return gift. Then he immediately sounded like a bell and said, "100,000 monks from the empty world came to the ancient continent today just to wash away the shame and return my reputation of the empty world!"

One hundred thousand Qing virtual monks said in unison again, "Return my reputation!"

The young man nodded slightly, and then pointed to the far north and said loudly, "Friends, come with me." After that, his whole body suddenly disappeared into the air.

The 100,000 empty monks did not dare to neglect, and their bodies disappeared in place with a flash of light.

As they left, the huge passage in the air suddenly broke into tens of millions and disappeared into the void. The sky returned to its original blue, as if everything just now did not exist at all.

Until a long time later.

The Middle-earth monks exploded together and ran to tell each other, and their eyebrows were full of excitement.

But those ignorant and mediocre mortals were stunned to find that those immortals were not to save the world, but to revenge...

What kind of demon can attract so many immortals to go out together?

All of a sudden, these mortals' hearts are tied together. The immortals fight and mortals suffer. What if the battle affects them?

They had to rush home and dare not step out of the house again.

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Northern Xinjiang, Huarong Lane, Longyuan City, a small pavilion.

A group of people who did not know each other gathered together again because of the side-by-side fighting of Mengling Mountain. Although Zhang Yan is similar to a needle-piercing role, their conversation is not strange.

Qingyi, Xia Yichuan, Ningsu, Hua Qingyu, Leng Feng and Master Xiao Cai representing Jianxiu;

Wang Daoqi and Zengfuzi represent Confucianism;

Represents the hollow-out real person of Taoism.

There is also Chu Xiushui who doesn't represent anything.

If left in ordinary, everyone in the attic is the peak of the ancient continent. But now this sentence obviously doesn't apply.

The situation is critical.

They came together, probably to resist the revenge of the virtual world.

Hundreds of thousands of sword practitioners of Wanjianzong have all migrated into Longyuan City and are united with Confucianism in Fengchi of Confucianism. Although the disciples of Taoism have not yet arrived, those ancestral-level ox noses above the virtual period have arrived. At this time, they are discussing countermeasures with the old poor at the ancestral level of Confucian sect.

And these 'little generations' representing the three-party united forces get together, but they can't get in at all just because of those ancestral-level dialogues.

"Brother Wang, why hasn't Bao Caixian's nephew come back yet? It's been three days since I left. Zeng Fuzi seemed to remember something and suddenly asked.

Wang Daoqi also felt strange, and his tone couldn't help but hesitate. He said slowly, "Although Baocai is strong, it is not difficult to distinguish the importance. Did something happen?"

Xia Yichuan asked, "Master Wang, what happened?"

Wang Daoqi explained the matter of sending Zhang Baocai to Wanzhong Mountain to find Zhang Yan, and then said, "Even if Baocai did not find Zhang Yan, he would have returned early. I'm afraid he really encountered some accident..."

Xia Yichuan suggested, "I have nothing to do here. Why don't we walk around Wanzhong Mountain together and find out?"

Wang Daoqi sighed softly, "I'm afraid not. The elders of the sect are discussing countermeasures by themselves. I can't leave here casually."

"I'll go."

Chu Xiushui, who had been sitting in the corner, suddenly said, "I know there."

Everyone was stunned, and then looked at Chu Xiushui together.

In their hearts, they have already regarded Chu Xiushui as a lover who has a lot to do with Zhang Yan. At this time, they unconsciously regarded her behavior as an urgent mood to save her lover.

Facing this more or less ambiguous gaze, Chu Xiushui looked calm and said quietly, "Is there anything wrong?"

Everyone shook their heads together.

Seeing this, Chu Xiushui stood up and wanted to leave.

At this moment, a clear and loud voice suddenly sounded in the attic, "Nephew, let's go together."

It's my uncle...

Wang Daoqi was stunned and stood up in awe.

Before everyone could react, he saw more than 20 Taoist figures suddenly appear in the attic, and they were the great monks above the refining period of Confucianism and Taoism who discussed countermeasures together.

Among these 20 people, two are the most eye-catching. One is a snow-white, resolute and calm old man in Confucianism, and the other is a middle-aged Taoist with a bun on his head and three wisps of long beard under his jaw.

The two stood quietly in the crowd, but people couldn't help looking over. Even as soon as they saw their eyes, their hearts trembled.

"I have met all uncles and uncles, and I have met Master Xiaojing!" Wang Daoqi and Zeng Fuzi bowed their heads. After saluted the Confucian monk, they saluted the snow-white old man alone.

"I've met all the grandparents..." Compared with the solemnity of Wang Daoqi and Zeng Fuzi, the real person looked at the Taoist priests with a smile like a big horse monkey.

"You little cow's nose is so messing around." The middle-aged man with three long beards under his jaw gulls angrily.

Caikong Zhenren laughed and said, "You old cow's nose, you can't fool around."

The middle-aged laughed and said, "I'm very gratified to have such an apprentice as you."

Chu Xiushui didn't seem to see their etiquette, and he seemed to see them but didn't care about them at all. Qingyou said, "You are also going to Wanzhong Mountain?"

These Del monks above the virtual period seemed to feel abrupt and couldn't help frowning, but when they saw Chu Xiushui opening his mouth, their eyebrows stretched in an instant.

The old man with white beard, who was called filial piety by Wang Daoqi and Zengfuzi, said seriously, "Yes, all causes and consequences will probably be solved from there."

Guanxu Zhenren also twisted three long whiskers under his jaw and said quietly, "It's not just us, everyone else is going that way."

"Many people?"

Chu Xiushui frowned like Qingshan Handai, and then whispered, "Let's go."

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