In the endless Buddha light, a big golden hand slowly landed.

The criss-crossing lines of the palm are mottled and complex, and they are clearly visible.

The monk dressed in sea green slowly withdrew his palm, looked at the shocked Dongluo, and said softly, "Do you see clearly?"

Dongluo shook his head honestly, when that move was used, he really didn't see anything clearly.

The middle-aged monk nodded, not explaining too much.

Although the middle-aged monk withdrew his palm, the big golden hand did not disappear in the endless Buddha light, but became more and more condensed as the Buddha hand gradually fell.

Dongluo didn't feel anything unusual from that hand, and under that big hand, he just felt calm.

A sense of heaven and earth, consciousness of sentient beings, and self-consciousness.

Dongluo didn't dare to blink at all, for fear of missing something crucial.

The Buddha's hand is getting closer and closer to the white part of the Taiji diagram, and suddenly a red lotus flower bursts out of the extremely white white, blooming alone, swaying.

The Buddha's hand rested lightly on the lotus flower, but it did not fall, as if waiting for something.

On the other side, the white-robed old man's evil seal was formed, and a rushing river surrounded him.

When the white-robed old man turned his hand, the water of the river turned into a finger twist and turned dexterously in his hand.

The white-robed old man pointed his finger at the extremely black in the chaos, and the big river between his fingers rushed towards that black, "You can come here, I guess my disciple who can't make it has already told you, you are the one who escaped from the Great Yan." The number of Dayan, one of which is not used, is not used but used in the way, not the number but the number is completed, and the Taiji of Siyi is also. You are the One, and the One is the Infinite. ”

Dongluo thought about it for a while, and guessed who the disciple in the white robe said was the unsuccessful disciple, that is, the old Taoist Yiluo who told his fortune in Luoyang City, and finally sent him into the secret realm of Longmen.

The white-robed old man no longer paid attention to the blackness, as if it seemed to him to be black...... Actually, that's it.

Nothing.

The white-robed old man looked at Dongluo and said softly: "Taiji is born without pole, Taiji is dynamic and yang, moving pole is static, static is born of yin, static pole is removing, one movement and one static, each other is its root, yin and yang are divided, fire is yang, water is yin, yin and yang are mutual, and there is no 'one'." ”

The white-robed old man continued: "The so-called lack of 'one' is not a lack of water and fire, but the lack of you. ”

The old man in the white robe said very simply, Dongluo seemed to understand it, every time he thought he was going to catch something, but he missed it, and when he looked back, he found that he hadn't caught anything.

Dongluo thought maybe this was the way, the way, the very way!

The figure of the white-robed old man began to become transparent after pointing out the finger wrapping, "You can talk about goodness like water, water conservancy and all things without fighting, what do you mean by not fighting?"

Dongluo knew that this might be a test for the white-robed old man, so he couldn't help but wait for him, and then thought about it, and thought of countless answers

Both are fighting, and if there is no fighting, it is to retreat and advance...... And so on, there are no less than ten answers, but before they can be spoken, they are denied by himself, so that in the end he did not get an answer.

The white-robed old man was not anxious, but looked at him gently, looking at his sometimes tightly knit brows, sometimes curled corners of his mouth, looking at his helplessness, looking at his confusion......

Dongluo lowered his head a little ashamedly, he didn't want to say an answer casually to perfunctory the old man in white robes, but he couldn't give an answer that satisfied him first.

The figure of the middle-aged monk dressed in sea green floated like a candle in the wind, and it seemed that it could be extinguished at any time, and when the white-robed old man spoke, he listened silently on the side without saying a word.

The middle-aged monk looked at Dongluo, who was a little ashamed, and said in a low voice: "Didn't your husband tell you that knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, is it knowing? There is nothing shameful in not understanding, and it is shameful not to know and pretend to understand." ”

Dongluo clasped his hands together and hurriedly said, "Thank you for the master's teachings." ”

Then he hit the white-robed old man again, "Senior, I'm very sorry, I don't know what a fight is now?"

The white-robed old man waved his hand, "Yin, born from the static pole, there is a word in the silence, the extreme yin of the water is to fight or not! Now you are too young, active, I don't know whether to fight or not to fight is normal, and when you have walked through the mountains and rivers, you have grown older, and you have really calmed down, and then you will look back at the mountains and rivers of the world, and then you will understand whether to fight or not." ”

The white-robed old man said softly again: "You don't understand a lot of what I said today, it's normal, you don't have to understand, you just need to remember it." Do what you should do at any age, and understand what you should know at what age. As for the rest, as long as the river of time is still flowing, it will definitely come to you in the end, don't ask for it. ”

The figure of the white-robed old man is becoming more and more transparent, if it weren't for the purple qi wrapping, it might have dissipated by now!

The white-robed old man waved his hand, and Dongluo felt that his soul body seemed to be wrapped in the spring breeze of Hejie, slowly rising.

Dongluo, who was in the chaos, looked down at the Taiji diagram that was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and then disappeared into a white light.

The white-robed old man looked at the middle-aged monk and said, "Don't you really have anything to say to him?"

The middle-aged monk shook his head, "Kindness is the Buddha's heart, as long as he has a good heart, it is enough, as for the Buddha heart or the Dao heart in the end, is it so important?"

The middle-aged monk seemed to feel that it was inappropriate to say this, so he said again: "The Buddha statue is solemn, and the Tao is natural. ”

The white-robed old man obviously didn't want to delve into this issue, so he said directly: "One yin and one yang is the way, and the Tao is stored in a circle of Taiji, let's start! Take one as the root, fire as the yang, and water as the yin, recreate the Taiji, and reshape the way of heaven." ”

The middle-aged monk nodded solemnly.

The middle-aged monk and the white-robed old man both stood up, leaving Haiqing, leaving the books, and heading towards the chaos

The Taiji diagram flies away.

Behind them are chains formed by the endless words in the Yi Jin Jing and the Tao Te Ching, closely following.

"Poof!"

Haiqing, who had no words, turned to ashes in the flames with a pop.

"Poof!"

There was another soft sound, and half of the blank book was frozen and shattered by a cold air, and only the remaining half of the book disappeared into the chaos.

The text carries the Tao.

If the Tao does not exist, the text will not exist.

The middle-aged monk fell lightly on the side of the red lotus that was pressed by the Buddha's hand, folded his hands, and said with a sad face: "Red lotus, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and the back is the shore." ”

"Since the bitter sea is boundless, in the bitter sea outside the body, where is the shore where you come from?"

On the red lotus that was suppressed by the Buddha's hand, there was a villain in a lotus robe who was struggling to resist the Buddha's hand, "Since you have seen my intentions, then I have nothing to say, you are stronger than me, and I have nothing to say." He is not worthy of being the master of the Godslayer Armor, you robbers, you really don't know whether to live or die, while the Godslayer Armor is sleeping, dare to hit its body. If it weren't for the instructions of the god-killing armor, not to mention that Bingxue wanted to kill him, even if I wanted to kill him. ”

The lotus villain said that the color was strong, and the middle-aged monk was unmoved.

The red lotus was slowly pressed back into the extreme white by the huge Buddha's hand, and the lotus villain also descended again and again, and the lotus villain shouted angrily: "Today, you can suppress me to bow my head, but you can't suppress the god-killing armor, and after the god-killing armor wakes up, I want to see who is the master between him and the god-killing armor." ”

"Stubborn. The middle-aged monk said in a low voice: "I thought that you had protected Dongluo's soul several times before, because of your mellow heart, so I was willing to give you a chance, but I didn't expect you to be uneasy and kind." Since he tried in vain to train him into a puppet, it is really ridiculous to let the god-killing armor be the master. ”

The countless words behind the middle-aged monk merged into the Buddha's hand, "Since that's the case, then don't blame me." ”

The lotus villain seemed to know what he was about to face, but he was not afraid at all, "Although I don't agree with the saying that all ants are under the Ice and Snow Heavenly Dao, but there are still superior and inferior people under the Heavenly Dao, I can prevent Dongluo from dying, but Dongluo He must surrender to the god-killing armor, between him and the god-killing armor, it can only be the god-killing armor as his servant." ”

The middle-aged monk snorted coldly, not speaking, the truth is to be said to those who can understand, and it is useless to say more if you don't understand, it will only waste energy in vain.

The spear in the hand of the lotus villain was dead against the Buddha's hand, and the spear was bent to the point that it was about to break, but the Buddha's hand was not much better, and a hole was also opened in the palm of the Buddha's hand, and a drop of golden blood fell on the red lotus.

The lotus villain laughed with a fierce look on his face and said, "Buddha, you keep saying that all beings are equal, all beings are equal, but what are you doing now? You're really ...... Hypocrisy!"

"All beings are equal. All living beings are about to disappear, how can they be equal?" The middle-aged monk

His face did not change, and he said in a calm tone: "Who said that I was going to kill you? Killing people is never the goal, and crossing people is the right way." ”

The lotus villain was deflated for a while, and he didn't know what to say.

After the middle-aged monk said this, his hands were folded, and the already vague figure exploded in an instant, and countless golden points of light flew and merged into the Buddha's hand.

With the golden light dots blending into the Buddha's hand, it seems to be much more flexible. The Buddha's hand shook violently, holding the red lotus and the lotus figure tightly in his hand.

The Buddha's hand slowly dispersed, leaving only endless words to form a circular cage to wrap the lotus figure tightly, and there was a loud chanting sound in the cage.

The lotus villain covered his ears with his hands after many fruitless collisions, but the chanting sound seemed to be everywhere, he covered his ears, but he couldn't cover his soul, and the lotus villain shouted: "No one can cross me, even if you are a Buddha." ”

(End of chapter)