"The Buddha was also very greedy, and he only ascended after eating such precious grass. Nangong Han looked at the flash of vitality in front of him and said.

Although everyone in the world knows that the grass is a precious species, few people know its usefulness, and even fewer people know where it grows, so he is naturally more mysterious, as for the legend about the Buddha's ascension, no one knows, even if he knows, what can he do?

Xiuyuan Sword still fell firmly, making a crisp sound, after splitting the last trace of resistance in front of him, what greeted Nangong Han was a warm spring, saying that it was a warm spring, and its practical vitality was more appropriate, because after this spring, it was a vigorous and upward spirit that could not be concealed.

You Yecao really lives up to its name.

This may seem a little too simplistic. Nangong Han felt a thorough sense of comfort, and most of the physical fatigue had already disappeared, but a trace of worry rose in his heart.

Although it has experienced a lot of dangers before, it does seem to be too simple for such a precious species.

didn't have time to think so much, Nangong Han had already walked towards Youyecao.

Starting with coolness, the natural cool attribute of You Yecao boosted the spirit of Nangong Han, who had just come into contact with You Yecao.

But something was immediately noticed.

There seemed to be a different fragrance on the grass that flowed down Nangong Han's hand to his nostrils, and then penetrated deep into his brain.

Then he felt that his world had become golden, then cloudy, and finally turned into a wisp of Buddhist smoke.

In a haze, Nangong Han looked at the temple room beside him, stood up, looked a little confused, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood.

With a pop, the wall was dripping with blood.

The gray wall of the Zen room is stained with blood, and the shadow is on the wall, and naturally it is also in the blood.

Then the shadow folded its hands together as if with great joy, and then turned and walked into the depths of the sea of blood, and gradually disappeared.

The shadow dispersed, the gray wall gradually dispersed, it turned out that this wall was fake.

He looked back at the candle on the table, and it turned out that the candle was also fake.

He looked at the wooden door of the meditation room, and it turned out that the door was fake, and the threshold was also fake.

He looked at the roof of the meditation room, his eyes shining through the beams and falling on the gray sky.

The Zen room is fake, and the temple is fake.

Nangong Han pushed open the wooden door of the meditation room and walked out, and at this moment, the clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, revealing the sun, and the world suddenly became extremely clear, and the scenery was beautiful and picturesque.

The sun shone on his face, he squinted slightly, but there were clouds floating in the sky at this time, covering the sun, followed by a cold autumn rain.

A sweeping monk saw Nangong Han walking out of the Zen temple, and seemed to be extremely familiar with him, and greeted him eagerly, and asked happily, "Senior brother is enlightened?"

Nangong Han looked at the sweeping monk, and didn't feel that he knew him, but he felt familiar, so he said sincerely: "Yes, all of them are understood." ”

The sweeping monk's eyes widened, and he eagerly asked, "What has the senior brother realized?"

Nangong Han glanced at the world around him and said, "Everything is fake. ”

The sweeping monk was puzzled, and subconsciously repeated: "What is fake?"

"Not bad. Nangong Han stood on the shore of the lake, looked at the white tower that was being washed by the autumn rain on the other side, and said: "This tower is fake, and the rain falling on the tower is also fake." ”

"This lake is also fake. ”

He pointed to the lake in front of him, and then continued: "The temple is fake, the people are fake, and even this rain is fake. ”

The sweeping monk scratched his ears and cheeks, very anxious, couldn't understand, and wanted to understand what he was talking about, when he suddenly thought of something and took out a steamed bun from the monk's robe.

"I'm real. ”

The sweeping monk said, took a bite of the steamed bun, chewed it hard, and said vaguely: "I'm eating steamed buns, so this steamed bun is naturally real." ”

Nangong Han looked at him, his eyes showed pity, and he didn't say anything.

The sweeping monk took the steamed bun and pointed to the lake in front of him, the white pagoda on the other side of the lake, and shouted aggrievedly: "Obviously, these are all there, I can see it, how can you be fake? You are unreasonable." ”

Nangong Han looked at him, was silent for a long time, and said, "You are also fake." ”

The sweeping monk looked at him stupidly, completely unaware of what he was talking about.

Nangong Han didn't care about him anymore, he spread out his hands, the essence in his body had already begun to surge, as a strong cultivator, he naturally still had the strength to turn his hands into clouds and turn his hands into rain.

The sweeping monk looked at the sky that suddenly turned into pitch black, panicked, grabbed Nangong Han's sleeve, and said in a trembling voice: "Senior brother, what's wrong?"

Nangong Han said: "I'm going to leave here, you go find a place to hide." ”

The sweeper said, "Where are you going?"

Nangong Han said, "I'm going outside." ”

"I won't let you go. ”

The sweeping monk covered his face with his sleeves, and there was a sense of compassion between his words, solemn atmosphere, and the Buddha's light came out through his sleeves, which was extremely gorgeous.

As soon as the words fell, the monk's sleeves fell to the cold face of Nangong, and there was endless Buddha power in the middle.

Nangong Han had already prepared, and with a bang, Xiuyuan's sword was unsheathed and slashed in the air.

The monk's sleeve and the iron sword met, silently, but the autumn trees by the lake were bent down by the strong wind, and only the dense clicking sound could be heard, and countless trees broke from the break, revealing white stubble.

A touch of monk's sleeves fluttered in the wind.

The iron sword broke out of its sleeves and landed on the neck of the sweeping monk, and the blue light on the broad blade of the sword was exhausted, and the extraordinarily killing intent was unstoppable.

On the majestic face of the sweeping monk, the word shock could be clearly seen at this time.

He couldn't understand why Nangong Han's iron sword could break his Buddha power so easily.

Nangong Han's shuriken blade slashed across the neck of the sweeping monk, and said: "You are just a miserable person in this illusion, I didn't want to kill you, but you insist on sending you to death, so I don't need to keep you anymore." ”

The blade of the sword retracted, and the head of the sweeping monk, like a ripe fruit, fell between his shoulders and landed on the floor, rolling under the broken tree by the lake.

The body of the sweeping monk was still standing, and there were countless golden liquids flowing in the neck cavity, slowly evaporating into the air.

He blinked with some difficulty, only to realize that everything was empty.

He looked at the far east, revealing mixed emotions, some confused, some sad, and then slowly closed his eyes, presumably never to open them again.

On the surface of the headless body left by the sweeping monk, many cracks suddenly appeared, and the cracks gradually widened, and a golden liquid flowed out of it, melting in the wind, turning into the purest Buddha nature brilliance.

Nangong Han looked at the picture in front of him silently, without any regret in his heart.

Since all this is fake, then people are naturally also fake, just a glimmer of illusion that exists to protect You Yecao. Since You Yecao is about to be taken away by himself, the illusion has naturally lost the value of its existence. Disperse and disperse.

The pure Buddha-nature brilliance spread out, dyeing everything in front of Nangong Han's eyes into golden yellow, and then gradually becoming blurry and blurred, and finally dissipating without a trace.

The lifelike Zen temple, pagoda, and lake all disappeared in an instant as if they did not exist.

The golden glow suddenly waned at its peak, and finally converged into the most primitive darkness.

Nangong Han, who had his eyes slightly closed, slowly woke up, and once again felt the slight coolness of the presence of the grass in the middle of his hand, and there was a trace of jealousy in his heart.

The grass is strong, and he actually gave birth to an illusion to protect himself, and the gentle artistic conception turned out to be just an illusion to seduce people to take, if he is really trapped in the illusion, I am afraid that he will really never be able to get out again, and live in the Buddhist temple in that environment all his life, and the sweeping monk is the companion.

What a bead of powerful swim also grass.

Nangong Han held You Yecao in the palm of his hand, smiled lightly, stroked his long sleeves, and walked out of the cave.

He looked at the direction of Putuo Temple lightly, breathed a long sigh of relief, and after confirming that the time was still in time, his face eased slightly, and he said to himself: "It's not too late, the third child, wait for me." ”

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