Dongluo calmed down, only glanced at the ascetic and withdrew his gaze, there are no fewer disasters from the eyes than from the mouth in this world.

Since the ascetic didn't make a move, and he didn't show hostility, he naturally wouldn't ask for trouble, this Bailongdui Desert is not his family, maybe people just happened to pass by here!

In the far north, in winter and spring, the weather is cold and frozen, which is the place of self-cultivation and self-cultivation loved by Buddhist ascetics and Taoist laymen, and it is normal to meet an ascetic monk who travels thousands of miles to preach the scriptures.

Like the southernmost part of the Shenzhou continent, there is a Xuan-level sect Yingru Temple, which covers a huge area, has a lower sect in many countries, and even has many Taoist monks who have been named national teachers, most of the monks in the temple are ascetics, and their favorite thing to do is to go from south to north, from white to black, and measure the earth with their feet. Sometimes they walk in pairs, and sometimes they travel alone.

Although Dongluo guessed that meeting the ascetic in front of him might just coincide, he would not let his guard down, he would never speculate on others with the greatest malice, but he was not completely defenseless.

Dongluo got up and left, but this time he didn't go straight, but trotted around in the Bailongdui desert, if he just happened to meet the dervishe, then according to his route, it would not be long before he parted ways with the ascetic.

But Dongluo was disappointed, and the ascetic seemed to be determined to follow him, no matter how fast or slow Dongluo was, no matter how detoured, the ascetic always followed him unhurriedly.

Along the way, Dongluo didn't practice boxing and archery, shouting and scolding, but he was concentrating on walking, thinking about how to get rid of the old bald donkey behind him, but he couldn't get rid of it.

Dongluo frowned slightly, secretly thinking about what to do. There is absolutely no such coincidence in this world, and the ascetic is most likely intentional.

The scorching sun is scorching, Dongluo is standing on a sand dune, if you don't leave, can't you hide if you can't be provoked? Since you can't get rid of you, can't you let you go first?

But before he could think about it, the old monk also stopped on a sand dune and didn't leave.

After the winter fall was over, it was obvious that the old monk was coming for him. Dongluo secretly defended himself, and he didn't know if the old monk came with kindness or malice.

When he was still thinking about what was wrong in the winter, the old monk folded his hands and said, "The donor believes in Buddhism?"

Dongluo pulled a smile on his face, and silently replied, "I don't believe it." ”

Although he practiced the Buddhist "Yijin Sutra" and had a good impression of the monk, he did not believe in Buddhism, he only believed in himself, and even many times he did not even believe in himself.

Now he just wants to send this old monk away quickly, if he comes with good intentions, then talk about it, if he comes with malice, then have a good fight, and if he can't fight, he will run. As long as it is not a person from the congenital four realms and the last two realms, Dongluo is sure to run away. If you really can't run away, then there's no way.

After all, what he learned the most in Lingdu was the method of saving his life. can't run away, don't learn well, and can't complain about anyone.

The old monk's robe can be seen with many fine stitches, but it has been cleaned more times, and it has been kept plain and not sloppy, plus a bamboo cane in his hand, it looks more compassionate and kind.

The old monk nodded, and seemed to think the same way, if he believed in Buddhism, he would not have a karma on his head.

Dongluo's brows jumped slightly, and he suddenly regretted that he was too sincere just now, how could he say that he didn't believe in Buddhism in front of the old monk! If this old monk saw that he was born handsome, and wanted to temper him, then he would have to do it.

There are still a lot of fairies and saints waiting for him ahead!

Dongluo, who figured out these tricks, hurriedly said: "Actually, I still believe in Buddhism more or less. ”

The old monk smiled and said, "The old man can also see that you are still related to my Buddha." ”

Dongluo's face changed as soon as he brushed it, and my Buddha is destined for him, the more Dongluo thinks about it, the more he feels that it is, he has already begun to think about how to run.

The old monk said slowly: "Lao Qu is an ascetic monk who went north to Beihai from the south of Yingru Temple, and occasionally saw the donor absorbing the spirit of heaven and earth here, swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon, and the practice of the exercises won the wonderful meaning of the general outline of the practice of the ascetics of my Buddhism, so I wanted to nag with the donor, but I don't know why the donor ran away when he saw the old man, if it weren't for the old man who walked between the north and the south all the year round, his legs and feet were still neat, and he was afraid that he would not be able to keep up with it. The donor was willing to stop and wait for the old man, and the old man was grateful. ”

Dongluo's frowning brows were slightly relaxed, as long as it wasn't that the visitor was not good, he hurriedly smiled: "It turns out that the master is a high-ranking monk of Yingru Temple, and he is disrespectful and disrespectful." I don't know what the master wants to talk to the kid, but the kid listens. ”

Dongluo sat down on the sand dunes, and although he breathed a sigh of relief, he still did not let his guard down in his heart.

The old monk did not approach, but sat on the spot, far away from the winter fall. The old monk opened his mouth and reported to the mountain gate, which can be regarded as full of sincerity.

The old monk put the bamboo cane on his knees, and then Dongluo realized that the old monk had been barefoot.

The old monk pondered for a moment and said: "The donor cultivates the Dharma outside and cultivates the Tao inside, and can also make the two blend perfectly without interfering with each other. ”

Dongluo, who was seen through the cultivation method by the old monk at a glance, trembled slightly in his heart, but his face was as usual, "If the master has anything to say, just say it! This kind of praise really doesn't dare to be deserved." ”

The old monk smiled and said, "Do you know why your physical strength has reached the peak of the Cutting Pulp Realm, and why your physical cultivation has not been able to improve for a long time?"

Dongluo shook his head, it stands to reason that his physical cultivation should be at the peak of the Cutting Realm at this time, as well as his physical strength, but whenever he wants to break through the realm, he will have a strong sense of crisis that prevents him from breaking through the realm.

The old monk took out a vajra bowl from his bag, opened the water bladder he was carrying, and put a bowl full of water into the bowl, "The practice of spitting is like filling this bowl with water, and how much water can be filled depends on both the amount of water and the size of the bowl. The problem you face now is not the amount of water, but the size of the bowl, as long as your bowl is big enough, and then there is more water and less water, does it matter?"

The old monk drank all the water in the bowl in one gulp, and then poured one and a half full, "The human body is this bowl, and the Dharma is the water in this bowl, and now you are all in this bowl, but the depth is different, although now your bowl is more Dharma than Taoism, but not too much, the bowl is so big, if there is too much Dharma, the bowl is full of Dharma, then what to use to pretend to be Taoist?" The Dao will naturally stop drying, and you will have a sense of crisis, thanks to the fact that you can suppress the desire for the realm in your heart, and do not rush to break the realm, but steadily and steadily, otherwise the Dharma Dao will be disordered and wreak havoc everywhere in the bowl, and you will have already exploded and died. ”

Dong Luo was empowered, immediately got up and bowed, and said sincerely: "Please also ask the master to give advice." ”

The old monk's eyes motioned for Dongluo to sit down, "You are practicing both physical and qi, what you have to consider now is not how to level the bowl of water in the Dharma and Taoism, you can't even it, what you have to consider is how to make the bowl bigger, and the bowl in your marrow cutting realm can only hold such a little water."

。 The Dharma and the Dao can only crush each other in the bowl and go hand in hand, but when your bowl becomes bigger, it doesn't matter how much Dharma and Dao the Dharma and Tao are as many as they come. What else can limit you from breaking through the realm at that time!"

Winterfall fell into deep thought.

The two of Buddhism, Dharma and Taoism crush each other in his body, restrict each other, and hinder promotion, he still has some guesses, otherwise it would not be that the cultivation of the body has already reached the peak of the first realm, but he has not been able to break through the realm for a long time, and only after the cultivation of qi and cultivation can he break through the realm together.

After filling the bowl with half a bowl of water, the old monk still did not stop pouring water in his hand, but the strange thing is that the bowl was not full no matter how the old monk poured water, and the water in the water bladder did not stop, of course, there was no less.

The old monk waited for the water in the bowl to calm down, flat, tilted, shaken, and then calmed down, flattened, tilted, and shaken again, and waited for the water to calm down again, and then said slowly: "The Taoist Buddha's aura, heaven and earth, is the water in this bowl, no matter how the bowl is tilted, this bowl of water is always as clear as a mirror." Do you understand?"

Dongluo nodded as if he didn't understand.

The old monk looked up at the top of Dongluo's head and asked softly, "How did the karma on your head come from?"

Dongluo replied truthfully: "Killed." ”

The old monk asked again, "How many people have you killed?"

Dongluo shook his head, "I don't know, I don't count." ”

The old monk was silent for a moment and then asked, "Are you going to kill them?"

Dongluo raised his head and looked at the old monk, "They wanted to kill me, so I killed them." ”

The old monk drank all the water in the bowl again, and then carefully put away the bowl and water bladder, "If the donor is not in a hurry, from now on to the northeast eighty miles, there is a large canyon, the donor only needs to wait in the canyon for a while, and two good karma will come to the door by himself." It may relieve the donor's temporary worries. ”

Dongluo was stunned, and hurriedly said, "Master Xie pointed out the maze." ”

The old monk stood up, folded his hands, lowered his eyebrows, and said, "The old man and the donor will say goodbye here." ”

Dongluo also hurriedly stood up and said in a double ten: "Say goodbye to the master." ”

The old monk held a bamboo cane and began a long trek again, and Dongluo kept looking at him until he disappeared from the end of his vision.

Dongluo patted the yellow sand on his pants, exhaled a long breath, everything was fine, and everyone was happy.

Dongluo followed the old monk's instructions and quickly swept to the northeast.

Eighty miles away, has entered the boundary of the extremely northern grassland, sure enough, I saw a deep canyon that stretches endlessly, Dongluo stood above the canyon, watching the sunset sink in the west, and I don't know where the two good karma said by the old monk are. Anyway, I've already entered the extreme northern grassland, so I'm not in a hurry, just wait slowly!

After waiting for about an hour on the canyon, Dongluo suddenly felt the earth tremble under his feet, like thunder on the flat ground.

Dongluo looked up, at the end of the canyon into the grassland, there were thousands of bison rushing like a flood, and in front of the bison herd there was a group of herdsmen who had lived in water and grass for generations were riding horses and leading sheep to run fast, the old man's face was like ashes, and the children were crying.

It's only a matter of time before the herders are overtaken by the bison herd.

Dongluo only felt that his scalp was numb, and he didn't have time to think about where the so-called good karma was, so he gritted his teeth and fell to the bottom of the valley, heading straight for the herdsmen who were being chased by bison.

And when he jumped to the bottom of the valley, the figure of an old monk appeared in the place where he was before, the old monk looked compassionate, folded his hands and said: "This son is very good, the herdsman is saved!