Along the way, the trees on both sides of the dragon road have long since changed from lush to sparse and low. In a few places, tundra tundra, which can only be found in the mountains of the far north, has appeared.

This made Dongluo wonder if he was still on Fulong Mountain.

The speed of winterfall is getting faster and faster, but it has never encountered the intersection of the two dragon paths.

But that's okay, the road is facing the sky, go to one side, save you from having to fight again, it's not that Dongluo is afraid of them, it's just that he is troublesome.

The indescribable coercion between heaven and earth made him feel a little tight. It was not as he said to Qin Shiyue that taking the dragon path did not suppress him.

In fact, he could still feel a little bit of the coercion of the dragon road, and the higher he walked along the dragon road, the greater the sense of coercion.

It's just that he doesn't have the endless true qi of a cultivator in his body, nor does he have the internal qi of a martial artist, so his feeling is not very obvious.

Further up, the taiga disappeared, and all turned into lush tundra, with a hint of ice and snow in some places.

Winter falls and looks around, except for the tundra, it is the tundra.

In the middle of the tundra, there is only an earthy yellow dragon path that leads to the top of the mountain.

As for the surroundings, there was no other person, and there was no dragon road.

Between heaven and earth, there was silence.

The wind blew with a little moisture, and the fatigue of winter fell by half in an instant.

Dongluo opened his hands, closed his eyes, and inhaled sharply with his nose, and a heroic feeling of heaven and earth entering my arms arose.

Dongluo couldn't help but glance back, this was the first time he had looked back since he stepped on the dragon road, before that, it wasn't that he didn't want to look back, but after turning back, was there still a way?

He didn't know.

However, when he turned back, he found that the way he came was still there, and the way to go was still there.

The mountains and forests in the distance are as small as green carpets, spread out on the vast land, scattered and extended.

A few white clouds seem to be embedded in the sky, small, very lovely, Dongluo wants to take them into his arms, together with a few waterfalls and rainbows in the mountains, take them home and treasure them, and when they want to see it, they will take it out and drink it.

"The clouds and the breeze can be a few chopsticks, the drizzle is far away from the mountains and the wine and food, the water is flowing, and the green ants are soaked in the robe. The wandering wreckage is difficult to take care of, and the bluestone sleeps strangely. Life should be a big white for me, and I am willing to lie drunk outside the landscape. ”

Dongluo laughed, took out a pot of Luoyang City's unique Du Kang wine from the mustard seeds, found a moss-covered boulder nearby and lay down, looked at the distant mountains, looked at the white clouds, and drank the wine in a big gulp.

It's not that he's tired, it's just that in this situation, he simply wants to take a sip of wine.

Not far from the winter set, in the place where the dense forest and the tundra are replaced, there is a barefoot middle-aged monk walking with a fair face, walking slowly.

Every step is taken calmly and resolutely.

The moment the monk appeared, Dongluo found him, but the road is here, you can walk, others can also walk.

As long as there are no bumps and bumps in the process of traveling, everyone goes their own way, and it will be fine.

Anyway, in the end, everyone will reach their destination.

Dongluo took a sip of wine, moved his butt to the side, and then rolled like a caterpillar crawling onto the soft tundra beside him, making way for the monk.

The monk walked calmly, his expression was calm, and when he passed by the winter set, the monk stopped, and also found a piece of bluestone on the tundra on the other side of the dragon road and sat down.

The middle-aged monk put the bowl in his hand at his feet, took out a piece of cake from the bag behind him, broke it in half, and handed half of it to Dongluo across the wide dragon road.

Dongluo smiled and shook his head in refusal.

The middle-aged monk withdrew his hand and ate it to himself.

The middle-aged monk ate very slowly, and Dongluo looked at it, and from his body, only two words could be seen, that is, calm.

Like the fog in the mountains, the rainbow between the clouds, the white clouds in the sky, and the green pines under the clouds.

After watching it for a while, Dongluo suddenly felt bored, so he no longer looked at the monk, but drank the wine by himself.

Be generous and unforgettable. How to solve the worries, only Du Kang.

Du Kang wine is soft and mellow, and the entrance is far less strong than the wine brewed in the small corn sorghum workshop in Weicheng, but Dongluo still likes to drink it.

Just like drinking water, you have to drink a few sips of tea once in a while to have a taste of life.

Dongluo opened his mouth wide, put the empty flask in front of his eyes and shook it, waited for the last drop of wine to slide down the wall of the pot, and then caught it in one gulp.

Dongluo licked his lips and smiled contentedly.

After drinking the wine, Dongluo got up and smiled at the monk.

Continue on your way.

Although there is still no end in sight to the road ahead, Dongluo is still moving forward.

After walking a lot and walking for a long time, it is inevitable that I am a little confused and tired in my heart.

Walking and walking, except for the obsession of having no self left in my heart, but there is no meaning to hold onto.

It's like walking on the border between icebergs and fire.

There is no concept of time when you walk in it, maybe it's just a moment, maybe it's been a thousand years.

Of course, walking on the dragon trail, it seems that the same is true, and there is nothing else under your feet except the road.

"Donor, what is it to turn around?"

A question came from behind Dongluo, such as Hong Zhong Da Lu, Daigo empowerment.

Dongluo glanced back in confusion, "It's the way to turn back!"

The middle-aged monk shouted again and asked, "Then what is in front of you?"

The confusion in Dongluo's eyes was even worse, "It's still the road!"

The middle-aged monk's momentum gradually rose, "Then where are you now?"

Dongluo replied with a blank expression: "You monk is so strange, there is a road in front of me, a road behind me, of course I am on the road!"

The middle-aged monk stopped talking, but changed his previous calmness, quickened his pace, came to Dongluo's side, and walked with him.

The middle-aged monk holds the bowl in one hand and puts the other hand on his chest, walks with his eyes closed, his lips moving slightly, and silently recites the sutra precepts.

Sitting is practice, walking is practice, thousands of miles away, ascetic all the way.

The confusion in Dongluo's eyes was even worse, there was still a way in his eyes before, of course, now, it is also, but it has changed from one to countless ones.

If the previous dragon path was a combination of two, then the current dragon path has changed from one to tens of millions.

Dongluo looked at the thousands of roads in front of him suspiciously, stopped, and swayed his raised right foot, refusing to fall.

There's a road in front of me, there's a road behind me, and where am I?

I'm on the road, and where is the road?

There are thousands of avenues in front of me, which one is my way?

The confusion in Dongluo's eyes became more and more, and the originally clear eyes became more and more cloudy.

There are thousands of roads, but if none of them are mine, then why should I walk them!

Shall I not go my own way?

Am I not able to go out on my own path?

Just as Dongluo was anxiously asking, the monk bent his fingers and gently buckled the bowl.

Boom!

The sound of wooden fish resounded through the ancient temple in the deep mountains.

Like spring thunder, it exploded under the eaves porch.

Dongluo's eyes suddenly showed a gleam, and he raised his right foot and stepped out of the road fiercely.

One step fell, the heaven and the earth reversed, and the winter fell and instantly regained its clarity.

The middle-aged monk recited a Buddha name, "Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha, donor, you have finally attained enlightenment." ”

The dragon road in front of me is still the same, but Dongluo has already stepped out of the dragon road and stepped on the tundra.

Dongluo also clasped his hands together and saluted: "Thank you Master for enlightenment." ”

The middle-aged monk looked down at the bowl in his left hand, there was a bowl of clear water in the bowl, and the monk buckled it, and there were ripples.

The rippling water waves kept colliding with the edge of the bowl, and then collided back, and the originally neat and uniform water lines instantly became messy and messy.

Dongluo did not go up the dragon road again, but walked directly along the tundra to the top of the mountain.

Although it is said that three thousand walk the dragon road, they are ascending every step of the way.

But after all, it is someone else's way to ascend.

How much does it have to do with yourself?

If you follow someone else's path, then no matter how far you go, it is only the end of what others can go.

It's hard to have a new transcendence in a lifetime.

Dongluo directly abandoned the original dragon road, and directly chose to walk on the tundra, where to go, where to go.

The middle-aged monk walked side by side with Dongluo.

The original dragon path disappeared in an instant, and only the vast tundra left rows of deep and shallow footprints.

The middle-aged monk said softly, "What is bitterness?"

Dongluo shook his head and just buried his head in the road.

There are many types of suffering, which vary from person to person. What you think is bitter may be what others think is sweet! What you think is sweet may be what others think is bitter!

One thing, it's hard to tell.

Dongluo thought about it seriously, and still gave an answer that he thought was correct, "All feelings are bitter." ”

The middle-aged monk pointed to the sky with his right hand and stomped on the ground with his left foot, "The people who cultivate the Tao in the world are immortal and long-sighted, and everyone is high, thinking that ruthlessness and demarcation, pure heart and few desires are the way of cultivation, in order to maintain the purity of the Dao heart." Mortals who forget their roots will be struck by thunder from the sky, and immortals who forget their roots can be regarded as true immortals. You said...... It's not ridiculous, it seems that every cultivator in this world regards himself as a saint. ”

Dongluo listened carefully, and as soon as the middle-aged monk finished speaking, he said: "All living beings are suffering. ”

The middle-aged monk looked down at the water in his left hand again, and the water streaks had calmed down. The water surface is flat and smooth, like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

A bowl of water in the Buddha's view, 108,000 insects.

The middle-aged monk squatted down and poured the water in his hand onto the tundra, and instead of merging into the tundra, the water was incompatible with the tundra and poured down the hillside in an instant.

A small bowl, as if it were filled with a river, scattered along the hillside, rushing straight down some cliffs, forming a spectacular waterfall.

Dongluo stopped moving forward and watched this scene in shock.

The middle-aged monk said, "Have you ever seen a rushing river distressed by mountains and rocks?"

Dongluo also squatted beside the monk, looking at the river rushing out of the bowl and shook his head, "I've never seen it." ”

The middle-aged monk continued: "The meridians of people are like rivers on the earth. If it is stagnant due to the obstruction of mountains and rocks for a while, where will the rushing waves come from. The mountain blocks the way, you can bypass it, and the boulder blocks the way, and it is broken. ”

Winter falls like listening to the scriptures, reading books and hearing the Tao.

The middle-aged monk spoke slowly and calmly, "The Great Dao has planted a seed in your body, because the Great Dao is ruthless, and all ruthlessness is suffering." Although that one freezes the meridian dantian all over your body, causing the aura to block in your dantian and cannot flow smoothly, it is not all bad. On the rivers on the ground, there are mountains and rocks blocking the way, which can be destroyed and bypassed, and then the water grinding kung fu is used to destroy the mountains and stones again. ”

"The same is true of the meridians of people, the Yijin Sutra is one of the ten major orthodox practices of my Buddhist ascetics, although it is not the strongest, but the change of the meridians and blood is just like a river diversion, Xiao Daoer. ”

The middle-aged monk stopped talking and let the water in the purple gold bowl in his hand ripple.

The winter fell like a lightning strike, and a piece of sea green was taken out from the mustard seed with a blank look, which was densely written with small letters.

There are no less than a thousand words.

Hai Qing was left by a master one winter last year, but the words were written by his own hand, and the content on it was already familiar to him.

As soon as I took out Haiqing, I don't know if it was an illusion or what, Dongluo felt that the sky was a little higher.

The pressure of the Dragon Walk, which was originally a little overwhelming, dissipated in an instant.

The middle-aged monk looked up at the sea green in Dongluo's hand, and then lowered his head, "The person who passed on your Yijin Sutra is a person who participates in the creation of the world, and is virtuous and virtuous, you must not live up to his kindness and the opportunity you deserve, and you should be a good student." ”

Dongluo nodded, the Yijin Sutra on Haiqing was written by him, and he had read the content on it more than once, but every time it was as inexplicable as the cultivation induction chapter.

But when he looked at it again today, he found that those words seemed to come to life, and every word and sentence carried an inexplicable power.

Although there were still many places where he couldn't see very clearly, and he didn't really see it, he did feel a breath surging in his body.

It's just that as soon as that breath appeared, it was frozen by a cold aura flowing in his body.

The middle-aged monk changed from squatting to sitting cross-legged, "The Yijin Sutra is the general outline of the practice of Buddhist ascetics, which can condense the pure internal qi in the body of the martial artist. There are thousands of ways in the world, but the roads are not the same. ”

From one small clue one can see what is coming.

Rivers have their tributaries, roads have their branches, big trees have their branches, and leaves have their veins.

Most of the things of people in the world have the same beginning, but many of them have walked in the other direction.

This is true of people, this is the case of things, and this is true of all things in the world, and it is even more so for asking questions and cultivating the mind.

Dongluo stood up and bowed to the middle-aged monk again.

The grace of preaching and the grace of teaching are as heavy as mountains.

Dongluo put away the Hai Qing in his hand and saluted respectfully again: "Dare to ask the master's law name......"

The middle-aged monk shook his head and said: "The monk does not say his name, he does not ask about his life, you can meet the poor monk on this dragon road, how do you know that it is not your chance." It's not what you should have in your life! Go up to the heights! The poor monk here congratulates the benefactor on ascending step by step, step by step. ”

Dongluo didn't say a word, bowed again, and left.

The middle-aged monk looked at the back of Dongluo and smiled, and a mouthful of golden blood couldn't help but spit it out.

As soon as the original golden blood came out of the body, it instantly lost all its luster and fell to the ground, dark and dark, emitting bursts of rancid breath.

The middle-aged monk's shoulders collapsed instantly, and his hands holding the purple gold bowl suddenly sank, and the bowl entered the tundra and disappeared. Only wisps of spring water tirelessly flow from under the tundra, flowing into rivers and rapids above and below the mountains.

All beings are suffering.

If all the cultivators of my generation are high above and live forever, who would like to experience the sufferings of the common people. Who can stand and say a word or two of justice for the common people in this world.

The middle-aged monk's shoulders collapsed again, and his back bent.

The middle-aged monk didn't know it, his hands were folded, and his spine gradually straightened. The Buddha is full of light and radiant.

The middle-aged man recited a Buddha name: "Nan Wu Amitabha!"

The middle-aged monk struggled to stand up and laughed, "All living beings are suffering, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." ”

The middle-aged monk's body exploded in an instant, and only a little bit of Buddha's light shone brightly.

The winter ghost who had walked far away glanced back.

I saw the tundra and no monks.

I saw the flowing water passing away, and I didn't see the Buddha.

I saw the light of the Buddha shining on the mountain and down the mountain, shining brightly.

Dongluo turned back to learn Buddhism, folded his hands, and solemnly bowed to the tundra with only a little bit of water gushing out.

As the winter falls, the wind blows more and more intensely.

The tundra has slowly disappeared, and only a large number of exposed rocks are covered with a large amount of snow and ice.

The cold wind whimpered.

Dongluo silently recited the content written in the Yijin Sutra while walking, and kept trying according to the method of cultivating internal strength and internal qi written in the Yijin Sutra.

Although it is not every time there is an internal energy internal qi in the body, even if the internal energy and internal qi only appear for a while, it will be expelled by the extreme ice freeze.

But Dongluo was very happy.

Because there is hope.

Dongluo kept trying, immersed in the practice of the Yijin Sutra, and never got tired of it.

That internal qi is like a tireless ant, a diligent bee, like a trickle of water in the day and night to open up the meridian river.

If those frozen dead meridians are regarded as the mountains and rocks blocking the way in the rushing river, then the internal qi is a cheerful flowing mountain stream, singing and dancing towards the morning and twilight.

The internal qi bypasses those meridian rivers that are not occupied by the extreme ice, and picks those strange meridians to walk.

Although the internal qi appeared quickly, it disappeared again. But every time there is a little effect, even if it is tiny and incalculable, but it is also a great help and spleen benefit for Dongluo's body.

Even if the Yijin Sutra has this effect, what about the Tao Te Ching?

Dongluo took out a book from his hand, which was also written by him on a snowy night. Silently watched.

It's just that this Tao Te Ching is like the previous Yi Jin Jing, he knows every word, but when all the words are combined, he can't understand anything.

The Tao is very good, and it is very good.

If the Word can be spoken, it is not the way that is eternal and everlasting.

The true avenue can only be understood, not spoken. I don't understand it, it's just that the meaning hasn't reached yet.

Dongluo can only comfort himself with the first sentence of the opening sentence of the Tao Te Ching.

Dongluo looked up at the top of the mountain, and saw an old Taoist priest looking at him with a smile.

The old Taoist priest's gaze glanced imperceptibly at the Tao Te Ching in Dongluo's hand, "Boy, I'm a fortune teller, what are you?"

Dongluo also smiled: "I tell fortunes." ”

The old Taoist priest laughed and said, "Then did you bring any money?"

Dongluo slowly opened his right hand, and the palm lines were mottled back and forth, like a river.

Dongluo threw the five market copper coins in his palm to the old Taoist priest, "Bring it." ”

The old Taoist priest looked at the green mountain below him and asked again, "Why do you want to climb the mountain?"

"Because where the mountain is!"