Seeing that his worried eyes moved down, he fell on the nine-knotted bamboo, and he also noticed a small mayfly, but he didn't care much.

"The creatures of the world...... Whose life is not it?"

The feelings that came out of nowhere made me stunned for a moment.

On this huge island, there is only one person who is sorrowful, and he seems to be alone.

The stars in the sky thinned out, and the moon disappeared into the stratus clouds, leaving only a vague shadow.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore is still there, and the faint chirping of the seabirds is still there.

It's just that the heart of sorrow suddenly became empty.

Over the past 10 days, a lot has happened.

These things seem to be more than I have experienced in the past 20 years.

Her husband betrayed, lost her womb, apprenticed to help the mountain people, left the mountain village, traveled along the way, and even began to cultivate, and even had different means and cultivation than ordinary people, although it was very small.

Even, she made some enemies, met some interesting people, and made some friends......

Friend.

If you look at it from her perspective more than ten days ago, this qiē is incredible.

And now, so real that it happened to me.

The world is so vast, it is absolutely unimaginable to her in the past.

Just as she is sitting at this moment, sitting on this stone pool, on an isolated island, next to the sea, looking at all sides, is the vastness of the universe.

Is the sea and the land all there is?

Not necessarily.

Seeing that he raised his eyes and looked at the slow-moving star, his thoughts gradually sank and became pure.

She thought of Zhang Sui's silence and steadiness, Zhou Mad's honesty and arrogance, the absurdity and wisdom of the Fudao Mountain people, and Xu Lan'er who shot at Nie Xiaowan for the sake of a momentary evil thought in her heart, and even ......

remembered Xie Buchen, who killed himself in order to find immortals.

Xunxian asked?

That's not the immortal you're looking for, and it's not the Tao you're asking.

If the immortal represents the extinction of human desire, ruthless and selfless, then it is not the immortal who is looking for sorrow, and the one who wants to ask is not the Tao.

She remembered the Buddhist scriptures and Taoist books she had copied for Xie's mother a long, long time ago, and she thought that time had passed, and so long had passed, she should have forgotten them all, but the memories hidden under the bottom of her brain flashed out again.

"There is a mixture of things, born from nature, and indifferent! Independence does not change, and the circumference does not perish, and it can be the mother of the world." I don't know its name, the word is called the way, and the name is strong and big. The big is gone, the death is far away, and the distance is returned. The road is great, the sky is great, the earth is great, and the king is great. There are four in the domain, and the king is one. Man is the law of the earth, the earth is the law of the sky, the heaven is the law, and the Tao is the law of nature......"

What is the Word?

According to the book, "The Tao is the Tao, and the Tao is not the Tao." ”

Seeing sorrow as he thought, he muttered softly.

The mayfly that landed on the nine-knot bamboo flapped its wings, flew up, and fell back to its original place.

Seeing sorrow, I thought of the origin of Xie Buchen's name: "The Tao is often nameless, although Pu is small, the world dare not be subordinate." ”

Therefore, Xie Buchen, surnamed Xie, name Buchen, no name.

I couldn't tell what his name meant for a while.

Is it the Tao that makes the world dare not disobey, or will he not submit to the Tao?

Thinking of this, she laughed inexplicably.

In my heart, I was surprisingly calm.

In the sleeve, there was the silver lock that she had put away for a long time, and when she took it out, the color of the red rope was still bright and eye-catching.

Her warm fingertips rubbed the lines of the red rope little by little.

The word "thank you" on the silver lock still made her heart ache.

Hatred.

Only in this lonely time could she hear the crazy voice in her heart, piercing through the soil, rising from the ground, rushing into the clouds, and winding the whole heaven and earth.

The wind blows.

Seeing that he was holding the silver lock, what came to mind was the red silk fluttering on the old tree in the center of the village.

It's just that ten days have passed, and when I think of the past one by one, it seems like a lifetime has passed.

Seeing sorrow, he slowly inhaled a mouthful of salty air from the island, and then slowly spit it out.

She finally calmed down completely.

The patterns she had drawn on the island during the day appeared in her memory.

Seeing sorrow, I finally remembered that I still had one more thing to do.

She opened the booklet she carried with her, and the last few pages were written on the use of spirit stones, and when she saw that she was sorrowful, she sat down cross-legged, held a spirit stone left by Zhang Sui in the same way, and closed her eyes.

Wisps of white light visible to the naked eye lit up faintly from the spirit stone in Jianchou's hand, followed the meridians in her palm, merged into her arm, and then swam around the points of her body.

At the same time, the bucket beneath him began to rotate and loomed.

I don't know if it's because of the fact that the consumption of the first battle of the day is too much, the two Kun lines that were originally lit on the bucket plate are a little dim.

However, with the infusion of new spiritual power, they gradually became full and bright again.

Where the aura flows to the body of the sorrowful, there will be a place on the bucket plate that is exceptionally bright.

The bucket plate is closely related to the meridians and points in the monk's body, and the position corresponding to each "Daozi" is a point, and each "Kun line" corresponds to a meridian.

Gradually, the low-grade spirit stone gradually turned gray-white without any spiritual energy, and at the same time that the last wisp of spiritual energy was withdrawn, it let out a "snap" wail, and finally shattered into powder, flowing down from the fingers that were not clenched when they saw sorrow.

Seeing sorrow, he opened his eyes.

At this moment, she could clearly see the rotating bucket plate, every bright or dim kun line on the bucket plate, and the position of those dim ones that should fall down the "Daozi".

With his right hand stretched out, he leaned forward and drew a few strokes with his index finger on the ground covered with a thin layer of sand.

If there is a powerful monk here, I am afraid that I will be surprised.

It's just because, seeing that the painting is nothing else, it is the huge sigil that appeared in the sky on the day of the accident in Qingfeng'an.

Seeing that he tried to control the bucket plate and slightly rotated it at an angle, he immediately stopped.

At that moment, she seemed to hear the sound of the key stabbing into the keyhole, just in line with the snapping of the machine.

Impartially, the lines of the sigil drawn by the sorrow actually coincided with some Kun lines on the bucket plate!

And the "points" that turn on the seal and fall on the bucket plate happen to be the position of one after another "Daozi" that has not yet been lit!

This mysterious seal that rose out of thin air turned out to be a Dao seal!

The Dao seal is the method of cultivation!

I still remember what the people of Fudao Mountain said.

The monk's acupoint meridians correspond to the bucket plate, and now the Dao seal on the bucket plate has been obtained, as long as you can understand the Kun line and the Daozi on this seal, which position corresponds to your own body, you can learn the spell represented by this seal!

At that moment, his eyes brightened with sorrow.

She knew she had gotten what others had only dreamed of.

Daoyin ......

It's not just one, she also has the five-colored Dao seal projected out of the huge ball of light outside the hidden realm of Qingfeng Nunnery in her mind!

There are six in total!

“…… Is God compensating me?"

When I think about it, I suddenly feel a little funny.

She clapped her hands casually, slapped away the powder left in her palm after the spirit stone was broken, and put away the posture of meditating on her knees, and the bucket plate under her gradually disappeared.

However, the surroundings did not become dark.

A little beige fluorescent light suddenly broke into the field of vision.

She was slightly startled, turned her head, and saw a quiet and beautiful scene.

At some point, a swarm of fireflies flew by the waterhole, vibrating their little wings, flying around in the grass by the waterhole, carrying a small lantern on their tails, only illuminating a small darkness around them.

Unbeknownst to them, there was a human monk snooping on them not far away.

In the deep darkness, they are stunningly beautiful.

Before I knew it, I was a little stunned.

It wasn't until the light on the tails of these fireflies began to dim that she felt that between heaven and earth, there was a more intense light projection.

The horizon has gradually turned white.

One night was about to pass like this.

Early morning dew sliding from the leaves of the low grass around the rocky pool.

Seeing sorrow, he blinked, and let out a low laugh: "The light of fireflies, it is really difficult to compete with the sun and the moon......"

"Do you think so?"

An indescribable voice sounded from behind the sorrow.

Speaking of youth, it seems to be full of vicissitudes, speaking of Qingyue, but with a vague hoarseness, saying frivolous, but with an indescribable heaviness......

When he saw that he was worried, he turned around and was stunned for a moment.

She was sitting at one end of the great stone slab, and at the other end stood a young man with a beautiful eyebrow.

The early morning mist seemed to obscure his eyebrows, and there was a faint blur, and he was dressed in a light mugwort robe, embroidered with ancient and outdated patterns.

is obviously a teenager, but he gives him the feeling of an old man dying in his twilight years.

She didn't even notice when the boy had come to her.

Reaching out and naturally picking up the nine-knot bamboo in his hand, the mayfly that fell on it was gone.

Seeing that his fingers were clenched, he had a smile on his face: "Who are you?"

"Me?"

The young man seemed a little confused, he thought about it, shook his head, and said, "I don't know who I am. ”

"Don't you have a name?"

The young man still shook his head, as if there was no love in his eyes.

He asked as usual: "Do you also think that the light of fireflies is difficult to compare with the sun and the moon?"

"Fireflies are short-lived, but the sun and moon are eternal...... What's more, the light of the grain of rice...... It's too far off. ”

What she said was just a fact, although she liked fireflies in the dark, she had to admit the gap between the two. It's just that the young man who appeared mysteriously in front of him seems to be too obsessed with this problem.

The boy stood at the end of the stone, and the moss seemed to crawl on him.

"Fireflies are short, but the sun and the moon are eternal. Do you know what it's called?"

“…… I don't know. ”

I don't really understand what he wants to say.

The young man smiled, and it actually gave people a feeling of fresh breeze.

He said, "This is the Word." ”

Road?

I was stunned.

She suddenly felt the extraordinaryness of the young man in front of her.

"Do you know what the Tao is?"

"I know. The young man replied lightly, "I heard that everyone wants to know what the Tao is, and wants to ask the heavens for a clear proof of whether their Tao is 'Tao' or not, and it is called 'Taoism'." Do you want to preach, too?"

Seeing sorrow, I am sure that even the people of Fudao Mountain dare not say so boldly that they know what "Dao" is.

For thousands of years, how many people dare to know?

In the sorrow, I thought that those who knew the "Tao" were almost immortal.

So she will be skeptical of the words of the young man in front of her.

Blinking, he said worriedly: "I don't want to preach, but I'm just a little curious about what the Tao is like." ”

"Dao?"

The boy didn't move, his eyes fixed on the sea level in the distance.

A red light, projected by the sun that had risen a little above the horizon, reflected in his eyes, a bloody reddish.

"It's a very ugly, ugly thing. ...... you won't want to see."

Seeing sorrow, I think that this child may have a little brain problem.

But the feeling of talking to him is amazing, and it will make you feel at peace in your heart.

She didn't mind, and changed the subject: "I don't understand this thing." I'm curious, how did you end up here?"

"I've been here in the first place, and you disturbed me, so I showed up. The young man slowly curled up and sat down on the opposite side of the sorrow, but did not approach at all, "Have you ever heard a saying? ”

"Not quite, but I've heard it. Seeing sorrow, he nodded, "Mayflies, life and death." ”

The young man suddenly showed a strange smile: "I am a mayfly, and I am born today." ”

“……”

I was stunned when I saw it.

Mayflies are very small insects that live near water and have a lifespan of only one day. I have seen it in many places, but it is the first time that I have seen a "person" who calls himself a "mayfly".

The young man burst out laughing, as if he thought it was funny: "I just watched you from the side for a while, are you human?

"I ...... It's not interesting. Someone who is really interesting should be like my master......"

Seeing that he wanted to tell him what it was like to help the mountain people, but what he had just said suddenly popped up in his mind.

The mayflies are born and die at dusk.

The voice paused for a moment, and he didn't continue to speak.

The young man said, "Why don't you continue?"

"There's not much to say. He shook his head worriedly.

The boy asked again, "Aren't you surprised that a mayfly is talking to you?"

“…… Yes, but it's not very important anymore. ”

"I will live today, and when the sun sets and twilight comes, I will die. The young man's voice seemed to be beginning to change, and he could clearly feel that the voice had matured a lot and had gone through a lot of vicissitudes.

Morning life, twilight death.

The young man in front of him, at dusk, will be-

Dead?

However, the young man himself did not have the slightest excitement, and his voice was as smooth as a line.

"The mayfly is born and dies, and there is only one day to live. This is also the Way. But like you monks, I have only been born for a short time, so why should I die? I don't want to die. ”

And he said, "Do you say, will there be a mayfly in the world that will live for a day?"

I couldn't answer.

The young man's eyes fell on his worried face, and he said, "You can get immortality when you hear the Tao, I want to too." I don't believe I don't have more than one day to live. ”

"What if you can't?"

There is an indescribable heaviness in my heart, maybe it's because this young man's words seem to have touched something?

I didn't know what to do, so I just asked.

"I am born at sunrise, and I am dead at sunset. If you hear the Tao, you will die, why?"

The boy slowly stood up and looked at the red sun that was slowly rising.

His voice grew from soft to heart-warming.

"If the Word let me live for less than one day, I will make the sunrise never set and the sunset never rise, let the world have no morning and twilight, no day or night, and let time never flow, forever as a day!"