Spirit Plant: I have an entry panel

Chapter 233 232. The style of painting is not right (created a group)

Maybe he sensed Song He's doubts.

Ji Zhenren lowered his head and traced the lines of the formation while saying: "The perspective of the world is different from that of us monks. Perhaps we think that we need quite complicated and cumbersome means to achieve true reincarnation.

But from the perspective of the consciousness of heaven, there is the flowing Yellow Spring, the Bridge of Forgetfulness, and the six gates to reincarnation.

Although it is indeed extremely crude, it is the same for Tiandao.

No matter how gorgeous it is, the essence is the same.

The difference is the carrying capacity. Real reincarnation can accommodate an entire world, but here... maybe it is a blessing to accommodate hundreds of true soul reincarnations.

Senior Nephew Song, the next step is crucial.

You are the consciousness of heaven in this world. Only if you think this is reincarnation, this is reincarnation! "

After speaking, he waved to Master Miao in the distance.

Master Miao understood, took out the Immortal Linglong, and placed it on the ground - the moment the Immortal Linglong touched the ground, it became real.

She opened her gray eyes and gently touched the only string with her fingers.

The strings turned into a strange gray-black mist, which began to spread around, eventually covering the entire valley, and the border area with the outside seemed to be filled with an indescribable power.

It's like... it's the boundary between life and death.

Inside the valley is gray-black grassland, windy and extremely dark; outside the valley is the vibrant and sunny human world.

The deep and solemn sound of the piano - that the piano can actually make such a sound, that a string can actually make such a sound really opened Song He's eyes.

The moment he heard the sound of the piano playing, the rushing water of the underworld suddenly became spiritual. Along with the ups and downs of the music, there seemed to be some indescribable shadows in the water.

The running speed was obviously faster, as if it was coming to life.

"I have to bear all this alone."

Miao Zhenren stared at the rushing water of the underworld, turned his hands and took out a black bottle, and then placed it by the river.

Knocked lightly.

One illusory figure after another appeared from it.

There are people, there are monsters... there are even strange races with wings on their backs.

All of them slowly walked into the underworld.

"You..." Master Ji stared at the souls in the distance, his voice trembling.

With his spiritual knowledge and knowledge, he could naturally see that all of them were souls that were supposed to enter reincarnation after death.

If such souls are forced to remain in the world, not only will heaven punish them, but the souls themselves will also become resentful.

For monks, especially monks who attach great importance to cause and effect, this is simply a hidden danger that can explode at any time.

"Senior brother, these are all fine."

Master Miao slowly sat down on the gray-black ground with his palms on his hands, then sat up cross-legged, and a Nascent Soul appeared from above his head.

Nascent Soul is wearing a small dress made of five-color silk threads, with a tight face and a green flag in its hand.

Both feet stepped on a huge seven-color butterfly.

Accompanied by five colors of baby light.

The infant power, which represents the many years of hard training of a real Nascent Soul, turned into silk threads and wrapped around the souls walking towards the water of the underworld.

They were dressed in colorful divine clothes of the same style as Yuanying.

In such a gloomy environment, there was a magnificent brilliance.

Miao Zhenren, who had always been a bit unkempt, turned out to be somewhat solemn at this time, saying word by word:

"I promised that they would all be reincarnated under my protection, and I would accompany them across the underworld until they enter reincarnation."

"Fellow Taoist, if you are willing to come to my Buddhist practice, you will definitely gain a lot."

Master Huiyuan in the distance chuckled and said: "Transform the Nascent Soul into a divine garment to protect the soul from reincarnation in the underworld..."

His eyes with long eyebrows narrowed and he clasped his hands together.

"But when you enter hell, you can't see the light."

Master Ji, who was supposed to be comforting, stopped talking. Even Song He, who was secretly observing the place, was shocked.

The water of the underworld can erase all memories of the soul except for the soul power. Even if it is used against the enemy, it is an excellent killing move.

What kind of reaction will happen when the water of the underworld, which represents death, and the spiritual power of the monk's spirit converge, and the power of the Nascent Soul, which represents vitality, collides?

In fact, the answer is obvious.

Song He has already felt it.

Pain, endless pain.

It seemed that it was wearing away his spiritual consciousness and will, and even the blessing of heaven was somewhat unbearable.

He sensed it for a moment and then gave up decisively. With his current strength of consciousness, if he was exposed to this kind of pain, even the Nascent Soul monks would not be able to bear it.

Maybe something unexpected will happen.

However, he also already knew Master Miao's plan: to let the soul try to complete the road of reincarnation, and while using his own baby power to protect it, he could also check whether it had truly become reincarnation.

A very bold idea.

What about him?

To be honest, until now, Song He still feels that this reincarnation is really crude enough - but his distrust means that the heaven here has never recognized this reincarnation.

The masters and uncles have completed all the preparations.

Next, he, the Heavenly Dao in the Mi Shen Tree, is needed to confirm that this place is the place of reincarnation...

But.

"How to be sure?"

He murmured to himself, his voice echoing like the voice of heaven.

After hesitating for a long time, he suddenly felt something, and his consciousness looked towards the dividing line of the valley——

A gourd vine quietly crossed the gap between life and death and entered the place shrouded in gray and cold air.

"Xiaomu?" Song He was surprised.

Even though the gourd vine intertwined with black and white has entered here, it still maintains its pure white color, and it stands proudly.

On the top of the vine leaves, there is a small gourd swaying gently.

"Master, these are the things I collected for you." Xiaomu's voice came with a smile and a rare naughty look.

"Guess where the souls of those who passed away in the Mishen Tree went?"

Song He was stunned for a moment, and his consciousness instantly spread to this small world... He saw black and white gourd vines appearing almost everywhere.

Hidden under rocks, or in dark places.

And there are bones buried under the vine leaves and branches.

There are wolves, rabbits, foxes and birds.

For a moment, he felt a little guilty - the gourd had opened its mouth, and souls ran out one after another.

It is the representative spirit beasts in the cave world, the rabbit, wolf and fox. They are already soul bodies, with a white and soft halo shining on them.

Scrambling to run on the gray-black ground.

Run towards the water of Huangquan.

This scene really shocked several Nascent Soul monks, because they could not feel any death energy from these souls.

They were all souls, but they didn't have any negative emotions. Instead, they were extremely happy and ran towards the water of the underworld.

Let the turbid water of Huangquan drown them...

Then, I started swimming directly inside!

The fox carried the rabbit, the wolf carried some smaller animals, and the fish swam freely and freely in the turbid water of the underworld, leaving a bright road in the water.

Moving forward, they finally crossed the ancient stone bridge. Their expressions were frozen for a moment, and then they became ignorant.

But even so, they still help each other and move towards the deepest man-made gate of six paths of reincarnation.

It has a rather majestic and high-spirited feeling.

Three Yuanying monks: "..."

Master Miao looked at the souls with sad faces who were slowly crossing the river with the help of colorful divine clothes, and then looked at the souls that were as happy as if they were eating.

Even Baoxiang's solemn Nascent Soul's little face showed a strange look.

Zhenren Ji murmured to himself: "There is no resentment at all, really no one at all?"

Master Huiyuan opened his eyes and his eyebrows were trembling. The pain in this world is nothing more than separation and death. At the moment of death, very few living beings can maintain a peaceful mind.

But these souls... they are not only peaceful, but also very happy, and they don't even care about the pain of the underworld.

Even those who have passed the Bridge of Forgetfulness still maintain this mentality.

‘There must be some special method. It seems that the poor monk really needs to spend more time chatting with this little benefactor. ’ Hui Yuan said in his heart.

Many Buddhists are pursuing the paradise of paradise.

There were even some plans.

After all, even a few of them can create a simple reincarnation. How could a large sect with a real heritage of tens of thousands of years not try this?

But the pain and emotion at the time of death are difficult to resolve. Master Huiyuan is really curious about how to resolve it.

Those souls are all crystal clear, because without the huge resentment at the time of death, the water of the underworld will have less influence on them.

The loss of true spirit will also be less.

Song He silently watched the spirit beasts swimming in the water of the underworld, watching them rush into the simple version of reincarnation, but... those rings started to tremble.

The expressions of the three real people changed.

But no one spoke. Master Huiyuan just sat cross-legged silently, gently twisting the beads with his fingers.

Lips move.

Sky-blue characters flew out of his mouth one after another, stabilizing the door of reincarnation.

Just like Zhenren Ji said, although all the elements of reincarnation are already present here, Song He still needs to admit it - this is the most difficult point.

Heaven and humans have different views on the world.

If Song He always feels that this is not reincarnation, even if all the elements are present, it will not become reincarnation. It is not that easy to maintain the six gates of reincarnation.

It can be said that the three real people have placed all their bets on Song He's success.

My dears, my dears, we have formed a group. You can see it at the end of the chapter. There are very few people. Everyone, please come in and take a look!