Chapter 155 Don’t cultivate immortality!!!

The blazing flames came through the open door, giving people a burning sensation all over their bodies.

The two of them stared at the door as if they were staring directly at the sun. A strong stinging sensation came from their eye sockets, making them involuntarily look away. Their eyes were violently stimulated and tears rolled down involuntarily.

It was as if there was a sun hidden in that door! Fortunately, the heat wave came and went quickly.

When the door was completely opened, all the heat dissipated.

Wang Mang's expression was somewhat stiff. This immortal couldn't speak properly, right? Did he have to show off his power again and again?

"Will you go in?"

Wang Mang looked at the White Lotus Saint. She was the one who mastered the White Lotus Heart Sutra and was the true inheritor.

"It's okay, let's go!"

The White Lotus Saint bit her red lips with her pearly teeth, grabbed Wang Mang's hand, and walked into the open door first, slightly ahead of him by half a body length.

There was no heat flow in the passage, and it even seemed a bit cold and lonely, making people doubt that everything they had seen before was just an illusion.

The footsteps of the two men landed on the hard stone, making a crisp sound that echoed all around.

Neither of them said a word, and only the sweat on their palms could be felt.

This is the inheritance of immortals!

This is something that Emperor Zong Ming had never seen in his twenty years of seeking immortality!

At that time, Emperor Zong Ming had waited for the opportunity to meet an immortal, but he was killed by Mo Qiu with three punches. Dayue was devastated and rebels arose everywhere.

However, as the saying goes, you may search for something everywhere but never find it; when you find it, it is effortless.

I'm afraid Emperor Zong Ming never thought that the immortal inheritance he had been thinking about was hidden in the hands of the White Lotus Sect, which had never been wiped out, and hidden in Dayue! The two walked very slowly. After about a quarter of an hour, they suddenly saw a clear view in front of them! The passage, which was not narrow but not spacious, came to the end, and a huge space appeared in front of them.

This should be the interior of a mountain connected to an underground river, but a portion of the interior of the mountain has been forcibly dug open by unknown means, and there is no entrance from the outside, so no clues can be found.

But even if they only dug up a portion of the mountain, the two people inside still seemed too small.

What is even more surprising is that the interior of the excavated mountain appears empty at first glance, and only the mountain itself has countless patterns of colors that are so bright that they are unreasonable, making this place not appear dark at all.

Rather than calling those things patterns, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them murals!

The mural in front of you is the most eye-catching. The moment you set your eyes on it for the first time, your mind will be completely drawn into it.

A blood-red sun was suspended in the sky. When one looked at the sun, a burning sensation naturally rose from the bottom of one's heart, and one could see raging flames.

The blood-stained sun hung high in the sky, illuminating everything in the world. Endless flames descended and burned everything in existence. It was extremely majestic.

But Da Ri is not the protagonist of this huge mural!

Under the huge sun, or rather at a very far distance away, there was a group of people who were as tiny as ants compared to the sun.

Those people flew into the sky and hid underground, showing off what they had learned, with flying swords, talismans, and all kinds of flags that could not be named, and even mysterious formations covering the sky and the earth, rising up to resist under the power of that big sun.

Countless lights burst out from it, some were roaring, some were despairing, and some were wailing.

But in the very center of the mural, there was a man holding a long spear, his clothes stained with blood, only his eyes, just slightly exposed, with an indomitable faith and determination, roaring like thunder, pointing his weapon at the blood sun high in the sky, and waving the long spear in his hand!

An inexplicable wave brought with it unprecedented will and determination, breaking through all restraints and surpassing thousands of magical weapons.

At the moment when the long spear was swung, the bloody sun that was originally high above and overlooking all living things actually flew away at a rapid speed! The long spear was swung, and the sun retreated! Swing the spear to retreat the sun!!! When the consciousness returned to the flesh, everything was like a mirage.

"Wow, that's amazing."

Wang Mang came back to his senses and let out a breath, surprised.

It was clearly a motionless mural, but he was completely immersed in it, unable to extricate himself, as if he had witnessed with his own eyes a group of immortals launching a counterattack against the sun in the sky! The mural seemed to contain some extremely strong spiritual imprint, although it was not as vast and magnificent as the Wusheng Old Mother guarding outside the door, but it was more in line with the spiritual will of the human being.

At least Wang Mang could now recall in his mind at any time the heroic feat of wielding the sword to repel the Japanese.

"Wang Lang also saw it?"

Seeing Wang Mang's reaction, Saint White Lotus thought, "It seems that as long as we enter here, there will be no special impact."

"This is an unheard-of mural. Do you think the things in this painting are true? Could it be that a group of immortals really launched a counterattack against the sun in the sky? Then what about our sun today? Where are those immortals now?"

Several questions popped out of Wang Mang's mouth, and countless doubts spread.

The inheritance left by the immortals is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and it should be meaningful.

Compared to the immortals' playful behavior, Wang Mang would rather believe that the White Lotus inheritance that was hidden so neatly must have its roots.

"I'm just a saint, not an immortal!"

The White Lotus Saint said with a smile: "Except for the White Lotus Heart Sutra, what I know is similar to what Wang Lang knows. However, according to the scriptures of the sect, these murals are most likely some kind of metaphor and codeword."

Whether it is the scriptures of Buddhism, Taoism, or even the White Lotus Sect, one needs to have extremely profound knowledge and broad experience to read them. Simply reading is not enough, one must also comprehend them.

So much so that a thousand people can comprehend a thousand different things, which can certainly be said to be a hundred flowers blooming. But as a result, it is inevitable that there will be different opinions and different views on what the original meaning was.

After all, it's not just the White Lotus Sect that has many factions. Could it be that Buddhism and Taoism are also missing? Even the White Lotus Sect leader can't completely unify the internal ideas, let alone the Saint Girl! "Immortals can't talk properly?"

Wang Mang was helpless and looked at the mural in front of him again.

After several experiments, he found that as long as he looked at the mural for no more than three breaths, he would not be forced to immerse himself in it and look at it again.

But other problems arise as a result.

He had looked at the mural about four times and his hair was already burnt.

Moreover, his gestures were somewhat similar to the man wielding the long spear in the painting! If it weren't for the White Lotus Saint's reminder, he wouldn't have noticed it himself.

Although he was looking at the painting, the things in the painting could actually exert an influence on the outside world. Whether it was the sun or the man wielding the long spear, they all left a mark on him. This was an unheard-of wonder! This was probably a method that only immortals could master! After being reminded, Wang Mang looked away, and was already convinced that there was no text left on the original mural.

"Don't look at it too much yet. I always feel a little uneasy."

Touching his hair that had been burnt and curled by the nameless fire, Wang Mang said with lingering fear.

“There’s more ahead!”

The White Lotus Saint held Wang Mang's hand, which was obviously much warmer than that of an ordinary person, and reminded him not to hesitate in front of the first mural for too long.

Such a hollowed-out cave has more than just a mural! "If you accidentally fall into it again, you must remind me."

Perhaps because he had not practiced the White Lotus Heart Sutra, Wang Mang was much more likely to be immersed in it than the White Lotus Saint, and problems could arise if he was not careful.

After passing the first mural named "Waving the Spear to Retreat the Sun" by Wang Mang, another mural appeared before our eyes.

A full moon hung high in the sky, its moonlight so rich that it was almost tangible, turning into a silver ocean.

Beneath the silver ocean, a green lotus took root in the void.

The green lotus closed its petals, which overlapped each other, and it was impossible to tell how many petals there were.

Behind the green lotus, there are thousands of more delicate golden lotuses waving left and right, as if cheering for it.

The moonlight became brighter and brighter, almost turning into a streak of light that fell from the sky and landed in the green lotus.

Then the green lotus became more and more solid, and a faint and ethereal aura spread out, along with a kind of frightening fluctuation.

The fluctuations became more and more intense. When it reached its peak, the full moon hanging high in the sky suddenly shattered, and all the silver light was absorbed by the green lotus! The fluctuations that the green lotus had nurtured to the extreme finally broke out at this moment, soaring in the air, higher than the full moon! The petals that had been closed together suddenly opened, but their original appearance could not be seen at all.

Just one petal can cover the sky!

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However, the tens of thousands of golden lotuses that had been behind the green lotus began to wither and decay at a rapid speed when the green lotus was sublimating to the utmost. In the blink of an eye, they became dull and even collapsed together with the full moon.

The image, like a brand, faded from his mind and Wang Mang came back to his senses.

"What is this?"

Compared to the initial "Waving the Sword to Retreat the Sun" which was somewhat easy to understand, Wang Mang had no idea how to handle the "Green Lotus Ascension Diagram".

Let’s not talk about the fact that the full moon is still fine at this time, why would Qinglian ascend to heaven and shatter the full moon? And shouldn’t the thousands of golden lotuses behind Qinglian be a symbol of enlightenment?

Why did the Green Lotus ascend while the Golden Lotuses were destroyed first?

Suicide to celebrate? What could this be a metaphor for?

"Don't think about things you don't understand. The things left by the immortals must have their meaning. We can't figure it out. Wait until Brother Gu, who you are familiar with, comes and maybe we can find something."

The White Lotus Saint patted Wang Mang's hand and comforted him.

"Look at it first!"

Wang Mang nodded and continued walking towards the next mural.

Compared with the previous two murals, the third mural is even larger, so large that one has to keep turning their heads in the cave to read it all.

There were several figures hiding in the dark, fighting each other! Even the murals could not clearly outline their figures, only a few strokes could give a vague impression.

One of the figures had Buddha's light shining all over the heaven and earth. Under his seat, there seemed to be thousands of Buddhas chanting sutras continuously. The magnificent yet empty voice penetrated the heavens and myriad worlds.

However, that was not the Buddha's true voice that protects the world. The Buddha's light swept across and penetrated, and the light of the stars in the sky disappeared together, becoming nothingness and completely vanishing.

There was another person wearing a Taoist robe, with his palm stretched out in front of him. All creatures in the world lived in front of that palm. Indistinctly, there were various heroes fighting among them. From time to time, one could see strong men with the power to move mountains and fill the sea fighting each other. Time passed rapidly in his hands.

However, the next moment, the huge hand suddenly seized! The vast world that originally housed countless creatures disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

What shocked Wang Mang the most was that he saw a very familiar mark in the palm of his hand at a quick glance.

In the first picture, the being who waved his sword to drive away the sun also lived in it! Even the sun had to retreat in fear. Facing such an indescribable power, he had no room to struggle at all, and he didn't even react at all! The last being looked even weirder.

It does not even have a specific shape, but only uses vague lines to outline an all-encompassing circle.

Inside the round object, the stars were also rising and falling, and all living creatures were dancing, but at least it did not practice destruction like the previous two.

The flow of time in that circle is extremely fast. New life is born and old life grows old every moment.

Until one moment, a creature approached the border of the circle.

In an instant, a special wave suddenly descended from the originally insignificant circular object, and the creatures near the edge of the circle disappeared in an instant.

As time went by, more and more creatures approached the ring, and the ring finally began to fight back.

Large numbers of creatures fell down, never to stand up again.

But resistance works.

Unlike the previous two, this time, there really was a creature that broke out of the circle!

But before Wang Mang could rejoice over the creature that escaped extinction, countless creatures in the circle began to cry out in grief! All previous efforts had turned into shackles at this moment, and an unforeseen disaster had come!

Countless lives were wiped out! When Wang Mang turned his head to look at another place, he was surprised to find that in the dark, there were still beings that were slightly smaller than the three in the open, but not much inferior, spying on everything, but he wanted to see more clearly but couldn't see clearly at all.

The whole body is cold and icy.

Malice is everywhere and hangs over everything at all times.

After looking at all the murals, Wang Mang gasped for breath. His thoughts seemed to be filled with something and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

This time, he didn't even want to comment.

These things are simply incomprehensible and unimaginable to mortals.

But the White Lotus Saint pulled his hand again, pointed her other slender finger at a certain place, and said in a trembling voice: "Look."

"Um?"

Following the direction of the White Lotus Saint's finger, Wang Mang thought to himself that he had seen countless worlds collapse, so what else was there to be surprised about? However, the moment his eyes touched that place, Wang Mang felt as if his heart was tightly held.

Countless crisscrossing lines spread across the mountain wall. He had previously thought that they were lines left behind by the carving of murals.

Now he realized that he was totally wrong.

Those criss-crossing lines are not the remnants of carving the murals, but something like blood vessels that connect all the murals and eventually converge together.

It condensed into an eye that was more real than all the murals and was staring at them.

There were blood and tears flowing down from that big eye, winding and finally condensing into a line of large bloody characters under the eye.

【Don’t cultivate immortality!!!】

(End of this chapter)