How could I deceive my master and destroy my ancestors?

How could I have deceived my master and destroyed my ancestors thirty years ago? I was not born at that time.

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds that were as blue as the blue sky, Zhang Jue's tears were dry.

Are there two me? I was thirty years ago and me thirty years later?

How could there be two me? Who am I, am I or me?

Countless questions filled his mind, and he slowly immersed himself in. He thought carefully about all the details and began to recall from the time he went down the mountain. All the scenes were vivid in my mind, real vision, real touch, real feeling, everything was real.

But now, Zhang Jue was completely confused and could no longer tell the difference between real and fake. What existed and what did not exist.

The saying of guarding the door tells him that all chaos is actually an appearance. Keep your heart and grasp the truth, and everything will surface.

Zhang Jue closed his eyes for a long time.

Thinking from the perspective of others, assuming that, Zhang Jue starts from everyone's perspective, thinking about this matter one by one, and trying it one by one. If I were him, how would I view this matter?

There is no doubt that this is a game. Maybe it was a game set by oneself, or maybe it was set by someone else, but one thing is certain that I am a chess piece.

The authorities are obsessed with it.

There are two mysteries in this situation. Who is the old man who talks to him in the underworld? Why did he say those things to himself?

Who am I? Which one is the real me? I am now or the former me? There are really two me, are there really the former me?

Is it chaos? Not messy.

All the experiences in the underworld can now be put aside and not seen anymore, those may not be true.

There are really only two points mentioned above. As long as the truth about these two points is revealed, everything will be revealed.

If you can't think of the truth of these two points, you can make hypothetical reasoning. This reasoning requires the purpose of inferring these mysteries, that is, the purpose of the person who lays out the layout.

Guiguzi explained the whole world, and Buddhist thoughts said, "There is no tree in Bodhi, and the mirror is not a platform." Taoist thoughts elaborate on the four words "Hold the Yuan and the One"

These thoughts actually have only one meaning, everything has its cause and effect. Don’t look at any messy appearance, put aside the ugly or good surfaces, and firmly grasp the hidden truth.

Zhang Jue imagined that if everything is true, then there are really two mes, and I must figure out what the purpose of ‘I’ is.

And if everything is fake, then someone sets up this game and locks himself in it. So what is his purpose?

Two purposes, one is true and one is false, there is no other choice.

This is to keep the gateway and the way is simple.

The illusion that had been going on for a long time, but there was no clue at all, but now Zhang Jue has become much more keen.

From now on, you no longer have to believe in your eyes. What you see now is not necessarily true. You no longer have to believe in memory. What you remember is not necessarily true.

Walking to the big class, he calmed down at the row of blood words on the wall, and murmured to himself:

"The merits are full? Since then, I am alone? Then if I really had me thirty years ago, I would have returned to the path of the ancestors after the merits are full? Why should I wait until the merits are full? Can I serve as the Lord of Yan Luo after destroying the path of the ancestors? No, it is a contradiction. Later, I said that I am alone since then. There is a free and easy meaning here. Could it be that the path of the ancestors is evil and binds the "me". Only when I destroy the path of the ancestors can I be free?"

It is very contradictory that Zhang Jue can't figure this out.

"Why do I pursue freedom? The Patriarch's Way does not have much constraints. It emphasizes the Tao following nature and is open-minded. There is no need to restrain me. And there is no need to destroy the Patriarch's Way."

Zhang Jue said, gently touching the blood-colored handwriting with his fingers, suddenly glaring at his eyes and a flash of inspiration in his mind.

Feeling the smooth touch of fingertips, I seemed to have caught something in my heart.

He hurried to the joint tomb where the ancestor Taoists buried everyone, drew out the gentleman's sword, and quickly dug the tomb.

"If this is true, then what I guessed before was fake! That one is fake, and I can know what is true."

He was talking in a hurry, and Zhang Jue dragged out the bodies, placed them in a row, squatted on the ground and began to carefully inspect each body, checking and counting the number.

"The number is right, and the ancestors are full of the family. All the teachers and brothers."

With a whisper, Zhang Jue kept checking every part of his body, and after a long time, he buried the body again.

At this point, he can be sure of something.

All the corpses had no scars on their bodies, just like a sudden death, just like the dead in Zhangjia Village described by Master Sanbengzi.

Zhang Jue looked through the bones and found that the spine of the bones was not black, which means he did not die of poisoning.

Zhang Jue frowned and murmured: "There is no scar? Isn't it poison? I died collectively at the same time? This is something I can't do. Although my teachers and brothers did not open the divine eye power, the things I learned since childhood are the same. I just had one more pair of eyes than them. If I didn't open the divine eye power, I wouldn't be able to kill them all in an instant. Once the divine eye power power is opened, it would be impossible to leave a body."

"Nothing will exist under the divine eyes of the Divine Eye. And if I summon thunder and kill people with the power of heaven and earth, the corpse will have scars, which is inevitable, but each of these corpses has no scars. Then their death is in an instant, and everyone is broken away from their souls!"

The more Zhang Jue said, the louder heavier heavier heavier, and in the end, he almost yelled.

Can Zhang Jue do it in an instant by breaking away everyone's soul without hurting his body? It can't be done unless it is a sneak attack with preparation.

Everyone gathered together with weapons, which clearly knew that an enemy was coming, which could deny the sneak attack. So many people gathered together to counterattack, can they take their lives directly without hurting their bodies? It is impossible, it is impossible.

Even if it is possible, breaking the soul without hurting the body is a completely different way. If it were yourself, so many people gathered together and one of them could not survive, it would be simple and easy to save trouble. Why do you have to break up their souls? This is simply impossible.

Then there is only one possibility for such an explanation. The people who kill them are different from them. Killing people is free of destructive power. One move can instantly destroy them and break up their souls. Only with such powerful strength can this move be used.

And can you do it yourself? Can't do it.

The merits are full, but they can only be the mortal fetus. Only by being crowned by the underworld can they have this kind of strength. In this way, the one who killed them was not "I", nor the "I." from thirty years ago, but people in the underworld!

Through one line of words and the corpse, Zhang Jue's mind suddenly became clear and he had already grasped the loopholes and fundamentals of the matter. He was on the line of blood.

Human blood is not a pigment, it has a special feature. It is an attempt that everyone will ignore. At first glance, it looks bright red, but over time, the blood will turn black and brown.

So, the mystery of thirty years may not exist at all! Time is not at all wrong!

Everything is an illusion!

Zhang Jue walked to the blood characters and calmly pressed down with his fingernails for a layer, but saw that the wall was still covered with blood characters, permeable blood characters.

How familiar is this kind of blood word?

Didn’t Lin Yun leave such blood words when he was in Zhixing Middle School? He couldn’t erase or wash it clean, unless the wall was removed. But of course, it was not Lin Yun who destroyed the Taoist Taoist Taoist. She was a ghost and monster, and she was not tolerated by the world. Huang Banyun could kill her at will. Not to mention the Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist. No one dared to come to Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist.

Zhang Jue thought for a moment and murmured:

"I don't have the ability to write such blood words. Only those with magic power can write such blood words. I don't have magic power, so I can only take advantage of the situation. Thirty years ago, I wouldn't leave such words. So the purpose of those who left this line of words should be to mislead me deeply again, right? He was afraid that I would go back to the ancestor's teachings for more than ten years, so he used blood words. He was afraid that time would erode and that this line of words would be corroded, so he deliberately let me read it!"

After saying that, Zhang Jue suddenly sneered: "What a deep plan. So what is your purpose?"

The ‘I’ from thirty years ago does not exist.

‘I’ destroyed the way of the ancestors and did not exist.

The heart suddenly became clear. Zhang Jue took a deep breath, took away the gentleman's sword, and turned around and left with a calm expression.

This revenge will be avenged! (To be continued.) Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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