These are the questions that have haunted him for many years, people have the meaning of living, but what is the purpose of cultivation?

Mo Cang can't answer these questions, ordinary people can't answer them, even Pang Ershui can't answer them, he has asked many people, but no one can really tell him that from the beginning to the end, the reason for his most frequent cultivation is only one point - to become stronger!

Jiang Changan understands that because those people are living people, people have seven emotions and six desires, and they have endless desires. If others are for desire, Jiang Changan is also for desire, but more precisely, he is for survival, and those people want to live better.

Even if it was him, when he spurred him to keep crawling the corpse up at first, it was for the idea of revenge, and for revenge, he must be strong! Even if he is now constantly becoming stronger, he can take back the little girl's life, and be able to live. From the very beginning, he entered the path of cultivation as if he was chasing a duck to the shelf, and he has always been passive, and if he throws away these passiveness, assuming that there is no hatred and no persecution from the heavenly body, what is his cultivation behavior? What is the purpose of becoming stronger?

In order to get more mundane things, power, money, and beauty, but doesn't the Great Dao pay attention to all things and the mundane does not disturb the heart? Shouldn't we cut off our desires? Why does the purpose of pursuing the Great Dao become a tool and a way to realize our desires? It's like jumping into a quagmire and taking a bath, and everything becomes a vicious circle that goes on and on.

Call!

The old man also stood up suddenly, and the chessboard and the two jars of chess pieces on the table were smashed on the ground, scattering everywhere, but the old man no longer looked at it, stared at Jiang Changan with cloudy eyes, and said: "What does that little friend want? Is there an answer to the old question last time? The art of the emperor, the way of the king, Xiaoyou, what do you want?"

I don't know if it's because of the intense consumption of spiritual power during the day or the exhaustion of brain power at the moment, Jiang Changan covered his forehead and shook his head painfully: "I don't know." ”

The old man said: "For so many years, everyone wants to climb to the top of the avenue, and they all want to see the scenery at the top, although no one has ever really reached it, no one knows whether it is nothingness behind the avenue, or the gate opened by the Heavenly Palace Immortal Realm? In this way, the avenue has become a fig leaf to hide selfish desires. ”

"No!" Jiang Changan was indifferent, "There is no fig leaf at all, only naked desire." ”

He looked at the old man and asked curiously, "The old man has been in the Divine Mansion for thousands of years, what is it for? Is it desire?"

The old man smiled and shook his head: "The old man has long said that this remnant spiritual sense is born for Xiaoyou, and when Xiaoyou crosses the fourth secret realm, the old decay will also disappear, and it is also the time when you and I are separated." Xiaoyou's question, no one can answer. ”

"Why? Not even you?"

As Xiaoyou said, Xiaoyou doesn't know what is standing on the avenue. The old man said, "In that case, why don't you go up and have a look?"

"Walk up...... Take a look?" Jiang Chang'an's heart was touched.

"Yes, boldly go up and take a look, the three articles and the twelve realms are not only the path, but also a topic that has lasted for thousands of years, the world has changed for hundreds of thousands of years, the spiritual power is thin, and the heavens and blessed lands have disappeared one after another, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the human heart. The purpose of the founding is not to inherit the disciples to practice unchanged and use this practice method as a tool to compete for the high and low, but to hope that future generations will stand on top of these three articles and twelve realms, surpass their predecessors, achieve unfulfilled things, and fulfill the great wishes of their ancestors. Xiaoyou might as well come forward and give it a try, even if it's just one step, just one step, if you see nothingness, then Xiaoyou will create one, why not?"

Rumble!

Jiang Chang'an's heart seemed to explode a gap, and the fog dissipated, gradually becoming clearer.

Suddenly, the string sound in his ears jingled into his ears, as if the clouds were clearing, and a thousand-foot sacred tree suddenly appeared out of thin air on a piece of snow behind the old man.

The tall deciduous tree is full of blue, with thick stems, peculiar tree shapes, hanging roots and open claws, dense branches and leaves sinuous and staggered, full of solid, pale blue leaves moving with the wind.

A very strange feeling arises spontaneously, obviously it is just a snowflake falling on the branches and leaves, but Jiang Changan feels as if the dust of the world is draped on his body, enjoying all the suffering and loneliness.

"Bodhi, this is the ancestral Bodhi, the Buddha Shakyamuni's enlightenment, the ancestral Bodhi tree!!"

Jiang Changan's eyelids couldn't stop jumping, before he came to Dongling, Jiang Xiaoru had already said about the existence of Zu Bodhi, but how could there be in the Divine Mansion? There is only one Ancestor Bodhi in the world!

Looking at it again, there is a skinny monk under the tree, and the monk is more like a beggar, wrapped in tattered cloth clothes, with ribs and chest exposed, sitting motionless under the tree with Buddha's hands crossed.

Only then did Jiang Changan understand that everything was an illusion - an illusion from tens of thousands of years ago deduced by the secret realm.

"Qinglian goes to the dew margin, Bodhi is fundamentally ...... as it comes"

"Qinglian has become a green lantern, cutting off all earthly thoughts, and breaking off six pure roots, what about Zu Bodhi? Where did Zu Bodhi go? There are no historical records of Zu Bodhi's whereabouts? But there is more news in the world that Zu Bodhi is wandering everywhere, why is this happening?"

Jiang Chang'an's expression was blank, and a feeling of emptiness was born in his heart.

Compared with the vast sky and the vast avenue, the power of one person is extremely meager.

Jiang Changan's heart is beating faster and faster, and every time he beats, his heart will feel better. And at this moment, there was another blazing heat in Ling Yuan, and two completely different paths appeared in front of him again, and he suddenly realized that the steps that he had not been able to take before had actually stepped out!

At this moment, he is standing on a remote rainy path, rain and rain. I can't afford to take a step forward. But even this small step is like being reborn, leaving aside countless distracting thoughts and dust, and breaking free from the shackles of countless desires.

Jiang Chang'an stared at him without blinking, and the moment Shakyamuni realized the Dharma was the moment when he saw through the pinnacle of the world! What would the Buddha see? What kind of expression would it be?

He held his breath and stared, and he was the only one in the world who had the privilege of witnessing the moment when the Buddha reached the top, which was an extremely brilliant moment in millions of years!

But at this moment, two tears fell from the corners of the monk's eyes-

The Buddha wept!

What did he see?!

Jiang Chang'an was in a trance, shocked to the extreme, and stood with his hair! Buddha Yi once said that the Buddha had tasted all the sorrows of the world long before he ascended, and he could break through his original desire and heart, and he was not moved by the world, and his heart was like water. What kind of thing would make such a person cry?!

Slowly, everything in front of me disappeared like yesterday's yellow flowers.

"What did the Buddha see?" Jiang Changan asked the old man.

The old man just chuckled lightly and asked rhetorically, "What did Xiaoyou see?"

"I saw the Buddha sitting in front of the Bodhi tree, practicing the Dharma and attaining enlightenment, and I saw the Buddha crying......"

The old man smiled and said, "What did Xiaoyou see before?"

Jiang Changan's eyes were silent, and he said with a wry smile: "I have seen the Demon Fighting Gu Pingfeng standing on the top of the corpse pile with blank eyes, I have seen the thousand-year-old conspiracy of the ancestor of Longyuan Baiyucheng, and I have also seen the first Demon Emperor Dongfang Jumang holding a six-character proverb to fight the sky, and I have witnessed the bloody blood of the dirty people at the bottom of Cangzhou eating people, the Great Dao?

The old man seemed to be very satisfied: "What does that little friend see now?"

"There are those who are clear and hide themselves as hermits, and even more so, they see everything clearly but have to deceive themselves into accepting illusions. The avenue is stagnant, the cultivation method remains unchanged for 10,000 years, the vast land is abundant, the universe is extinct, the prosperity is magnificent, and the life is dull, this is not what the First Venerable wants to see. Jiang Chang'an's expression was full of indignation, and his sorrow was from his heart, but what was even more sad was helplessness, and the world was indulged in it without knowing it.

His voice was resentful: "This world shouldn't be like this. ”

"What should you do?"

Jiang Changan raised his eyes and looked at the vast sky-

"Ten thousand ways should stand!"

The old man suddenly laughed, smiling extremely happily, Jiang Changan had never seen him smile like this, and then he saw that the corners of the old man's eyes were actually a little moist and crystalline.

"Old-timer ......"

The old man turned his back, squatted down and picked up the chess pieces one by one, Jiang Changan also squatted down to help, and soon all the chess pieces and chess tables returned to their original positions.

The old man's wrinkled face was full of smiles, and one sentence made Jiang Changan not come back to his senses for a long time-

"Little friend, our fate is about to end......"

Jiang Changan suddenly understood what had come, and his heart was like a tidal wave, and he really understood at this time that the test of the fourth secret realm was not a two-foot chessboard at all.

"Old-timer ......"

"Xiaoyou, you and I will play the next game today?"

In the fourth game, it was the first time that more than three games were played in one day.

Although Jiang Changan didn't understand the old man's intentions, he still sat in front of the stage, didn't say a word more, didn't show another look, and the only thing between the two of them was the duel competition on the chess table.

Tick and toss, click.

Gradually, Jiang Changan found that the old man was able to put him to death several times, but he deliberately fell elsewhere, deliberately revealing flaws, repeatedly, more and more like a real game, but like teaching him how to play chess, where to play in order to kill with one blow.

"Old-timer ......"

"Concentrate. ”

"Yes. ”

......

"Old-timer ......"

"Little friend, it's time for you to fall in. ”

"Yes. ”

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