I decided to refuse to say: "The Lord of the unearned secret is worried, that wordless book, when I am strong, will naturally come back to take it, only hope that the Lord of the Secret Land will keep it."

After that, I accelerated and flew quickly into this deep cave.

Just a short flight, suddenly felt a huge suction coming from the front.

This suction can absorb everything, my heart is a big fear, want to turn around and leave, but there is no way to do it.

Attracted by this powerful suction, my body turned into an arrow and flew forward.

At this speed, I did not know how long it had been, and my speed slowed down and finally stopped.

There is no light around.

This is another lightless house.

I used the two-layered eyes to sweep around, and found that my two-story eyes were not good here, and I could only sweep about ten meters around.

You know, my two-story eye can sweep more than a hundred miles before, but now it can only sweep up to ten meters.

Such a huge gap has given me a strong sense of crisis in my heart.

If a beast was going to attack me ten meters away, I would surely die if I could not react.

I let go of my hearing, but this hearing is not limited, and the sound of 20 kilometers can be heard clearly.

But this circle of twenty kilometers does not have a sound, if you have to say there, there is only one voice.

This is the sound of a monies.This

I don’t know where this voice came from, it looms, and it keeps reading.

I don’t know what language I read, I can understand.

This verse is incomparably exquisitely read, and every word flashes like a diamond, and this sound comes into my ears and makes me feel very happy.

I tried to hear every verse, I tried to remember every word, but after these verses fell on my heart, they disappeared as if they had fallen into the river.

Soon these verses were finished and they began to cycle again.

This time I listened more and seemed to understand more deeply.

A warm feeling rises from the seafloor wheel, which has been running through the other chakras, and finally takes turns out of the body from the top.

And then the third time.

This third time the text gave me a feeling of nothingness in my heart, and I felt that everything in this world was not in my eyes, what life and death, what love, what kind of sadness, what joy.

Everything is empty.

Everything I care about is empty.

Even the world is empty.

Only by letting go of the world I cling to can I be truly happy forever.

This idea is hard to kill in a lifetime.

I only feel that the things I care about are all gone in my mind, and my memory is swallowed up by a kind of nothingness.

And I don't seem to care about this kind of devouring at all, because these memories seem to me that never existed.

There is nothing, so what makes the dust?

I even had a sense of relief, waiting quietly and peacefully there for that devour.

At this moment, suddenly a voice sounded in my heart: "Blessed, wake up."

The sound was weak, but it made the ate a little slower.

Then a second voice came, "Bring, wake up."

The third, the fourth, countless voices are calling to me, my husband, wake up.

These trickle sounds quickly converge into the stream of sound, into the river of sound, into the ocean of sound.

These sounds completely covered the sound of the scriptures in the void.

I woke up at once.

Think about the feeling of nothingness before, and the heart is terrible.

If I were interrupted later, I would be completely assimilated by the sound.

The sound of the scriptures had such power, and it was no wonder that the lord of the secret did not dare to follow me into this cave again.

But what is even more strange is that these voices that call me grace come from?

I looked back on it and suddenly realized that these sounds should come from those white bones that I had been tempered in the view of the head of the man.

These white bones were cooled by me with bone and spirit, and a blood cherries were formed, and at the same time they also made the bone-cold fire into a bone-spiritful fire, but the greatest benefit was not that there was blood and bone spirit real fire, but that they came out to save my life when I was about to be devoured by the chanting sound in this void.

I was completely awake, and then I bowed to the void, thanking the white spirit that saved my life.

Then I flew in the direction of the sound of the chant before.

Although this sound of scripture continues, it can no longer affect me anymore.

Since it doesn’t affect me, of course I’m going to give it a little color.

I want to see who is here to kill people.

I don't know how long it was flying in the dark, and I finally found the place where the chanting came out.

Come closer, there is a little light.

This light can be lit in this lightless house environment.

Under this light, there was a bald monk, who was holding a wooden fish in his hand, and kept beating the wooden fish and reading the scriptures.

I don't care what the monk does, and it doesn't matter if he does any harm to me.

Anyway, I thought about death on the left and right, but I was not afraid of death.

This is also thanks to this monk, although he reads the scriptures said that there is a brainwashing function, but there are some real things.

I flew to the lamp and cried out to the monk, "You monk, you are here to use these perverts to harm people."

The monk suddenly stopped beating the wooden fish and said indifferently, "Lord, the poor monk has not chanted."

"You lie, obviously you are reading the scriptures, I don't know how many times, almost still your Tao, but you said you are not reading?" 」

“The poor monk has not read the scriptures, and the scriptures that the giver hears, I am afraid, is the scriptures that the Lord has self-reads in the heart of the giver.”

This is a tactful monk.

I can't help but get angry and cut it forward with the blade of the occult.

But the blade was half handed out, and I was shocked, because the monk raised his head.

I saw the monk’s face.

This monk looks exactly like me.

I couldn’t help but startle, take the knife, and cried, “Who are you?”

“I am the Lord, and the Lord is me.”The monk said, “Has the benefactor forgotten your previous life?”

“The previous life?”I couldn't believe my ears, although I was a sheep, but I still have a certain view of the matter of reincarnation, not completely convinced.

The monk did not speak again, but went to the void with the wooden fish.