The original meaning of the three-phase is that there are three forms, representing the three functions of the world. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Great Brahma represents the attributes of the creation of the world, and the Freedom Heaven has the dual attributes of destruction and rebirth, so his appearance is always changing, and the Penetrating Heaven is the balance and protector of the first two opposing attributes.

He is a Maya, and he is illusory. "Brahman" can create the world through thoughts, and now Suziyu also wants to simulate the artistic conception of Sanskrit, fusing these three forces together to create a world of self-thought!

Under the maintenance of a strong mind, the images of the Great Brahma, the Freedom Heaven, and the Heavens gradually disappeared, turning into three rays of light, blue, white, and black, which continued to flow.

At the same time, Su Ziyu also felt that his thoughts were frantically injected into the three-color light, endlessly, as if it was completely burning, turning into nourishment for the fusion of the three-color light.

Burn your own thoughts and open up the peacock three-phase divine light!

Under the burning of such a huge thought and the replenishment of majestic nutrients, the three rays of light representing creation, maintenance, and destruction finally slowly merged together, turning into a round of larger and larger three-color apertures, gradually producing a self-contained cycle and endless meaning.

What followed was a burst of dry mouth, weak heart, and a feeling of huge consumption and inability to make ends meet, even with the firmness of Su Ziyu's thoughts, he became weaker and weaker.

"No! When Wei Shenyang demonstrated his supernatural powers, I obviously sensed that he didn't consume many thoughts, why did I use them so hard, and I almost felt like I had to drain my thoughts and consume them? I understood that the power of the peacock divine light was completely dependent on the condensed divine will and the idea of burning and merging. Great Brahma, Freedom in the Heavens, Throughout the Heavens, in the Three Phases of God, each of them is a powerful Dharma Phase, condensing the three at once, and fusing to open up the divine light, the mind and mind that needs to be consumed must be incomparably huge, even if I can support it, it will be very difficult!"

Su Ziyu didn't expect that he just had a flash of inspiration, which caused such a miraculous effect, and it was also very difficult.

Although the peacock divine light formed by the fusion of the three phases of the gods has not yet been fully formed. But it was already clearly perceptible that in the center of the tricolor light wheel, there was an indescribable distortion, in which neither any light converged, nor was it transparent, neither void nor discontinual.

At this moment, a huge invisible force descended, covering the entire freighter several hundred meters long, breathtaking, everything around it, fell into a strange stillness, there was no sound, no light was felt, a void!

Everything is frozen, stopped!

"Not good!"

Su Ziyu's mind froze, sensing the impending destruction, and suddenly dispersed all thoughts.

The three-color light wheel paused suddenly, and then dissociated silently, turning into a rain of light in the sky, and gradually disappeared.

Everything around was back to its original state, the ship was heaving violently, the wind and waves were raging outside the window, and the objects in the cabin were rolling to and fro, crashing against the walls.

"What's going on?"

"I seemed to be in a trance just now!"

"I'm so dizzy, could it be that I'm seasick? Hell, I haven't been seasick in more than ten years......"

The noisy and chaotic sounds, the frightened and inexplicable shouts of the crew, vaguely reached Su Ziyu's ears.

It's not that the thought can't be supported, but at that moment, Su Ziyu reacted, thinking that when Wei Shenyang demonstrated that day, he just condensed his thoughts a little, and then ingested vitality and launched the divine light, causing a violent explosion on the sea, shaking the freighter. That's just a small test, if you just now have three phases of God in one, and fully exert the peacock divine light, I'm afraid that this huge freighter under me can't support it at all, first of all, none of the crew on board can survive!

"Creation, support, destruction, illusion and illusion, Brahman and self are one! The peacock divine light is really powerful, and it is a little beyond expectations. This is not the place to do it, no matter the time or the place!"

Su Ziyu let out a long breath, relaxed, and realized the mystery of this secret method even more.

Even if it is a punch, if it is forcibly interrupted, there will be a backlash of power. And such a huge thought just now condensed supernatural powers, but it can be completely dispersed in the blink of an eye, without any power out of control, and the circle in it turns like a wish, and the movement and stillness are transformed, what a realm.

At this time, Su Ziyu sensed a little movement, suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and said:

"The door is not locked, come in. ”

The door of the cabin was opened from the outside, and Wei Shenyang stood outside the door with a somewhat uncertain expression. With his thoughts, his mind was subtle, although the peacock divine light only appeared for a short time and was dispersed, it was impossible to hide the fluctuations in it.

However, Su Ziyu didn't want to reveal it, pretending not to notice Wei Shenyang's surprise, and nodded to the other party as if nothing happened.

"The moment of induction just now, could it be that he comprehended the peacock divine light so quickly and had a breakthrough? Impossible, it should have been an attempt to simulate, but it didn't succeed. ”

Wei Shenyang suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, looked at him deeply, couldn't see through Su Ziyu's reality, and didn't want to reveal his calculations, so he quickly regained his composure, and just smiled.

"The front is already close to Genoa, and we don't have to wait for the freighter to dock in the port, so we will leave. When you get to land, send this diary to the Holy See, and you can wait to see the play!"

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The northwestern corner of Rome is a highland, a Vatican City State.

Although it is one of the sovereign countries with the smallest territory and the smallest population in the world, it is the seat of the Holy See headed by the Pope, accepting the direct rule of the Holy See, implementing the **** political system, and the center of faith for one-sixth of the world's people.

The scorching sun and the golden sunlight shine down on the white St. Peter's Basilica, and the square is spotless, where tourists from all over the world gather to take pictures or whisper prayers.

On the opposite side of this famous square stands the Vatican Palace, supported by white marble columns, an area where visitors stop and which for centuries were only accessible to the upper echelons of the Holy See.

In a corner of the palace, in a chapel, the tall curved dome, the quaint boulder columns and all kinds of delicate carvings inlaid on the inner wall reflect the whole palace magnificently, without losing the solemnity and heaviness. Outside the door, tall members of the Papal Guard, dressed in red, yellow and blue striped uniforms, armed with ancient spears and swords at their waists, had serious expressions and did not move. Everything was extremely dignified and awe-inspiring.

An old man in a pure white robe, his face covered with deep wrinkles, trembled and put down the dark red notebook in his hand, and commanded softly, "Tell Brother Arthur that I want to see him." ”

"Yes, His Majesty the Pope. ”

In the face of the old man, who might be blown down by the wind at any time, the attendant was incomparably respectful, bowed his head, and withdrew from the chapel.

A moment later a man of ordinary appearance entered, not dressed in a splendid robe like the other bishops or attendants, but only a gray, coarse linen garment, without any ornamentation on his body, and the simplicity was not enough to describe, and he looked so ordinary that it could not be more ordinary. So ordinary that anyone who looks at it will ignore his existence.

The attendant closed the door of the chapel from behind, and the old age of Pope Saint-Florent suddenly faded completely, his arms did not tremble at all, and even the furrows on his cheeks exuded a faint luster, and he looked up:

"An hour ago, someone brought this diary to me, and the attendant checked it and gave it to me. If I'm not mistaken, it seems to mention the news of the rats. ”

Brother Arthur didn't have any expression on his face, stepped forward to pick up the diary, looked through it for a moment, and said, "It's indeed doubtful, but why did someone get this diary and send it to you?"

"It doesn't matter where it came from, or what the reason is. In order to purge these heresies that are not illuminated by the glory of our Lord, we must not miss any opportunity. Go ahead. Pope Saint-Laurent closed his eyes and sighed deeply, as if full of pity, but what he said was palpitating.

"As you wish. Brother Arthur took the journal in his arms and quietly walked out of the chapel.

Outside St. Peter's Square, Su Ziyu and Wei Shenyang were dressed casually, all their thoughts and breath were deeply hidden, and in his hand, he even held a camera, completely blending into the excited tourists around him, and he couldn't see the difference at all.

"Looks like our journal is working. An inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of Wei Shenyang's mouth.

Su Ziyu's gaze swept across the Vatican Palace, and saw several groups of expressionless monks dressed in linen, moving calmly and neatly into the cars. Although there is no performance beyond ordinary people, but with his sensitive eyesight, it can be easily seen that every step taken by these monks is exactly the same distance, and every movement seems to be carved out of a mold, obviously there are dozens of people, but it is like a whole, and the movement is full of a strange sense of rhythm, which is a manifestation of incomparable control over the physical body.

"I was the first one to get in the car just now, and when I fought him for the first time, I almost ignored his presence, so to speak, the shadow of the Pope. It is impossible to leave the Vatican Palace easily without something special. Wei Shenyang stood up from his chair.

"In that case, we will follow from afar. Su Ziyu casually put down the camera, and the thought rose.

A gust of wind blew, and the nearby tourists subconsciously closed their eyes, not realizing at all, and suddenly there were two people missing.

More than four hours later, Su Ziyu was already in London.

On the square of the National Library of Great Britain, the sky has gradually darkened, and in the distance, there is almost only a ray of light left in the afterglow of the setting sun.

In order not to alarm the friars of the Holy See, they could only hide their thoughts and follow from a distance, without having to do anything. In just one hour, they have searched three churches in the city of London, this is the fourth, there is no need to think about it, you can guess that these people have found clues, not random search, but have a specific goal.

So Su Ziyu sat a little lazily and casually, broke the breadcrumbs in his hand, and threw them to the pigeon flock in front of him, looking idle. Not far from his side was Wei Shenyang, who also hid his identity.

The setting sun finally disappeared completely below the horizon, and the night quietly fell, and the square had become much quieter with fewer tourists and citizens.

Su Ziyu casually broke a few bread crumbs, and suddenly fell on the group of statues in front of him.

He didn't expect to see the statues of several oriental saints in this western metropolis.

"I didn't expect that there would be a statue of the second saint of Kong Lao and the sixth ancestor Huineng. In the process of waiting, Su Ziyu felt a short silence, looked at the statues of several ancient saints, and fell into deep thought slightly.

There are 3,000 disciples, seventy-two sages, poems, books, etiquette, music and spring and autumn, and the master of all ages.

The Tao is very good, and the name is very famous.

Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where is the dust?

In the dim twilight, Su Ziyu seemed to see these flickering thoughts, lingering in the sky above the square, lingering for a long time.

"The son said, worship God as God is. The meaning of this sentence is that the sacrifice should be full of honesty and worship as if it were the existence of ghosts and gods, or does it mean that the existence of ghosts and gods cannot be known?" Su Ziyu suddenly flashed a thought, although no one has ever seen ghosts and gods, it does not mean that ghosts and gods do not exist. If they don't exist, are the many ghosts and gods in the wonderful world just created with thoughts?

If there were no saints and sages in the heavens, there would be no suspicion of these mysteries, and there would be no clearer and clearer path. It's just that all these ancient saints, where did they go?"

Without the exploration of these ancestors, I am afraid that countless human beings would still be in a state of confusion. Su Ziyu sighed slightly, constantly thinking, there was a kind of sincerity that crossed time and space to pay tribute to the sages, and his thoughts became more and more pure, dusty, quiet and peaceful.

Not far behind him was an ordinary church, not at all comparable to those majestic or famous churches, but it also did not escape the search of the papal friars.

The door of the church, which had been closed at night, opened inward silently. The cloth-clad monks, who had nothing to do and were barefoot on the ground, rushed in with expressionless faces, and naturally spread out, searching inch by inch.

A middle-aged nun with a candlestick rushed out with a bit of panic and waved her hand in exclaim: "What are you doing, the church is closed!"

Yet none of the scattered monks stopped moving, and did not seem to hear her cry at all.

Brother Arthur stepped forward gently, looking down at his feet, a vague carved line stretching between the stone bricks.

After a moment of staring, he looked up and smiled, and prayed sincerely:

"The Lord says, "Thou shalt only come here, and thou shalt not go over." ”