When the Yin Soul Pill entered his mouth, there was a faint taste of chocolate. However, it immediately turned into a cool liquid that flowed down his throat and instantly flowed through his limbs and meridians. It was like a trickle of water that nourished the dry earth. Du Kang felt his strength slowly recovering.
Crawling up from the bed, Zhang Xuan lowered his head to look at his body. The layer of blood on the surface of his skin had long since dried up, and a layer of black-red blood crusted over his body. It was an indescribably awkward sight. Even the slightest movement would cause a tearing pain.
"Damn it, there's something wrong with my body. Also, that Black Impermanence said that I have an ancient aura in my body. What's going on?
Also, how can I manifest the Buddha aura?
Could it be because of the Three Secrets Prophecy? "
Du Kang suddenly thought of the Three Secrets Prophecy in his sea of consciousness and the black sun of unknown origin.
"Heaven and Earth, borrow the power of heaven and earth!" He formed a hand seal and focused on his Dantian. A strand of divine sense sank into his sea of consciousness.
The moon shone brightly above his head. The moonlight was like water, sprinkling down. The sun in the east was as black as ink, revealing an indescribable strangeness and violence.
Du Kang tried to touch the heavenly moon formed by the Three Secrets Prophecy. However, as soon as he got close, he would be repelled by a gentle force. He couldn't get close at all, let alone explore the mysteries within.
"Damn it, what's going on?"
Du Kang sat on the surface of the sea in a fit of pique. He held his chin with one hand and recalled the scene when he was bathed in the Buddha aura.
"Ah, right, Guanyin Bodhisattva, it's Guanyin Bodhisattva!"
Du Kang slapped his forehead. He remembered that he was wholeheartedly praying to Guanyin Bodhisattva. Then, the Buddha aura manifested and he had a trace of Buddha nature.
"Let's try again!"
Du Kang put his thoughts into action. He stood up and put his palms together and bowed to the south. In his heart, he chanted, "Namo is the merciful and merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves the suffering!"
"Ah, why is there no reaction?"
After a while, Du Kang opened one eye and looked at himself. There was no change at all. "Is my posture wrong?"
Thus, Du Kang sat down again, put his palms together, and silently chanted the honorific name of Guanyin Bodhisattva, but there was still no change. He opened his eyes, scratched the back of his head, and muttered to himself, "Strange, why is it not working?"
"No, I have to try again!"
Du Kang couldn't take it anymore, so he sat cross-legged and meditated again. However, he still couldn't reproduce the Buddha nature of the Lotus Blooming Step by Step.
Failure after failure caused Du Kang's patience to wear down bit by bit. In the end, his entire sea of consciousness began to fluctuate. Huge waves soared to the sky, dark clouds rolled, and the north wind blew, stirring up thousands of waves.
"Why!
Why can't I succeed!
Why?
I don't believe it. It's impossible for me, Du Kang, to achieve nothing. It's impossible! "
Du Kang raised both of his hands towards the sky, and an unwilling roar reverberated through the entire sea of consciousness, turning into waves of sea breeze.
"Du Kang, you are trash!"
A wave rushed up, turning into a tall and sturdy young man, with dark skin and bright eyes. He pointed at the tip of Du Kang's nose, and the corner of his mouth curled into a sneer.
"Du Kang, let's break up. You can't give me the life I want."
Another wave surged up and turned into a pure girl in a white dress. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail and hung behind her. Her eyes were as clear as lake water, and they flashed with determination. She turned around and walked further and further away.
"From this strange road, hahaha, from this strange road!
Wang Wenwen! "
Du Kang's eyes were red. Looking at the figure formed by the wave going further and further away, he was so angry that he laughed and punched the sea.
The turbid waves hit the sky, and the figure flashed. Du Kang, like a ghost, suddenly appeared in front of the phantom of Wang Wenwen and punched. Just as the fist was about to hit her back, Du Kang stopped. Looking at Wang Wenwen who passed by without stopping for a moment, he felt a sharp pain in his heart and knelt on one knee on the sea.
Looking down at the reflection in the sea, he laughed wildly like a mad demon. "I am not willing, I don't want to be like this. I, Du Kang, will never live a mediocre life. Wang Wenwen, I want you to regret. I want you to know that choosing to leave me was the biggest mistake of your life!
Ah … "
At the same time, in the room, Du Kang sat cross-legged on the bed. The blue veins on his forehead were bulging, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably, almost convulsing. Even the bed was squeaking under the pressure, and a mass of black gas kept colliding between his eyebrows.
"Nan!"
A golden light rushed up from the head of Du Kang's bed and floated in mid-air, sprinkling down gentle golden light. It was the Buddha's Hand.
"Nan …"
In the heavy black clouds, a golden light pierced through, and waves of chanting sounded. Although it was calm and ethereal, it suppressed the sound of wind and water. The chanting became louder and louder, and golden light sprinkled down on the world. In the bright moon formed by the three Bodhisattvas, the sword-carrying scholar suddenly opened his eyes, piercing through the fog that covered his face.
When he opened his eyes, his eyes were like lightning. They were not filled with anger, greed, love, mercy, or any other human emotion. Instead, they were filled with pure light that was close to divinity.
His left hand pointed to the sky, and the Buddha's Light shone brightly above his head. The swastika rotated, and the jade pearls flew all over the sky.
Below, Du Kang raised his head and looked up at the Moon Scholar. Their gazes collided. One was ruthless, unwilling, angry, and resentful, while the other was only filled with divinity and light.
Gradually, the blood in Du Kang's eyes faded, and his limbs became weak. He sat down dejectedly and drooped his head. Looking at his reflection in the water, he said to himself, "Liu Zhaocheng was right. You are a good-for-nothing. You are destined to be stepped on by others for the rest of your life."
"Is that so?"
The sudden voice stunned Du Kang. He immediately reacted and turned his head to look behind him. Just as Du Kang had thought, it was Gongzi Yu in a black robe.
"Why are you here?" Du Kang asked in a daze. He then lowered his head to look at his reflection in the water.
Gongzi Yu shook his head and chuckled. He opened the white paper fan in his hand with a snap and waved it gently. He stepped on the waves and slowly walked to Du Kang's side. He looked up at the bright moon and the Great Black Flame Sun above his head and did not speak for a long time.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Du Kang looked up at Gongzi Yu who was in a daze and asked him.
Gongzi Yu was still looking at the bright moon. The corners of his mouth curled into a beautiful arc. He asked Du Kang, "What do you want to hear me say?
Advice, comfort, or cursing the people who betrayed you? "
"I …" Du Kang was speechless for a moment. He suddenly realized that what Gongzi Yu said seemed to be exactly what he wanted. Didn't he want someone who could comfort him and say that this kind of separation and reunion was a common thing and that there was no need to be sad and sad?
"Or should I take you to see some cliché films about a loser's counterattack and a goddess' regret?"
She closed the folding fan and twirled it around her fingertips. Then, she knocked it on Du Kang's head, making a crisp sound. "Or should I drink and eat skewers with you, then curse the scumbag for abandoning me after I've slept with you, and for the gold-digging goddess to become a prostitute?"