Proof...... Dao?"

Song Yiren chewed on these two words.

He is the son of Song Que, a secular guest of Buddhism, with a noble status and a relationship with the top figures of Buddhism.

But...... Because of his serious illness when he was a child, although he grew up in Lingshan for several years, he didn't have the opportunity to meet those big people, and he was trapped on the sickbed all day long.

Regarding "quitting dust", there are only vague fragments of memories left.

Uncle Qu Chen, in the impression of his shortage, is a kind and gentle person, it seems that he met a few times before he got sick, and he has not had the opportunity to meet since then...... He recovered from his illness and quit dust and left Lingshan.

Is it to pursue your own "way"?

He looked at the lark, sighed softly, his expression couldn't help but be a little emotional, sometimes, the seemingly bland parting, may be the last side, life and death in this world are too unpredictable, the parting with Uncle Jiechen, have forgotten the specific scene, but many years later, it is already yin and yang.

Song Yiren patted the lark on the shoulder, "Heal people's wounds, be compassionate, you are a very good disciple, and your uncle will be proud of you...... Tomorrow is a big competition, so let's have a good rest. ”

The lark pursed his lips, and he nodded in response, not relenting, and returned to his room.

Something suddenly came to mind.

The lark turned around, and then spoke to Ning Yi and Pei Lingsu, "Mr. Ning, Miss Pei, I have found a general solution...... Believe me, when the puja is over, the matter of the Divine Soul Disease ...... There will be good progress. ”

When Ning Yi heard this, a warm current also flowed in his heart.

He smiled and nodded.

The lark returned to the house, closed the bamboo building, and recuperated.

Ning Yi and the others continued to stroll towards the top of the Crescent Mountain.

Clothes are ready.

When they arrived at the top of the mountain, they separated from the men and women and went to the hot springs to bathe.

After a day of tiredness, Ning Yi and Song Yiren didn't say much when they were soaking in the hot springs, but just let themselves soak in the water.

The Song Yiren seemed to be thinking about something.

Ning Yi is the same.

He felt the water breathe in and exhaled sullenly, but this time he didn't trigger the vision again...... The mist in the depths of the dense forest seems to be repeating itself on the surface of the hot spring at this moment, refining the dried corpse, the formation that has existed for many years, symbolizing the mysterious altar.

There is no fate, there is no way to deduce.

pointed to a seemingly clear conjecture.

The Eight Yan Array can provide a vague direction, but this alone is not enough.

......

......

Take a shower and change your clothes, then have a full meal.

On the top of the crescent moon, the monks of Xiaoleiyin Temple prepared a meal for Jinglian, but there was no meat food, but it was very rich.

"Hmm...... What kind of material is this vegetarian hairy belly made of, so delicious?" Song Yiren's expression was gloomy when he soaked in the hot spring, and he looked full of worries, but after picking up the chopsticks, his gloomy expression was swept away.

Ning Yi didn't expect that this guy would be able to eat.

I specially invited someone to prepare such a large table of sumptuous dishes.

"Life has to be enjoyable. Song Yiren didn't look up, he guessed Ning Yi's thoughts, he controlled his posture with a little grace, not a gobble, but his voice was vague, "My father told me that so many cultivators in the world are unstable because they can't find what to do. ”

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows.

Can't find what to do?

"Eating is eating, sleeping is sleeping, and practicing is practice. Song Yiren raised his head as he chewed on his food

, looked at Ning Yi, and said lightly: "Some people, eating is not eating, sleeping is not sleeping, what about cultivation...... It's not a practice. ”

Ning Yi lowered his eyebrows and pondered, and after a moment, he chuckled and replied: "Something interesting." ”

After a busy day, Cinnabar, a little later than Ning Yi and the three of them came back, she changed her clothes and came to the top of the mountain, kneading her eyebrows, and her heart was heavy, but after sitting down, she habitually ate, silently, and concentrated on "eating".

There are many trivial things in the world, and everything is practice.

Purifying the mind and eliminating distracting thoughts is the most important thing.

Song Que's cultivation method, the main lecture is to cultivate the mind, Song Yiren and cinnabar, are a glass and immaculate cultivation heart, most of them are also because of this reason.

Ning Yi chewed on the words left by Song Que while eating.

Mr. Zhou You once preached to himself in Luojia Mountain, dismantling the long river of the Great Dao for himself, and analyzing the Dao of the Holy Mountain, and the four realms of the Great Sui, the Taoism is different in different places, and the purpose of cultivation is also different...... Mr. Song Que is one of the most powerful beings in Buddhism, and the techniques of the Nirvana realm have become a school of their own.

This should be the "meaning" of some kind of cultivation.

Ning Yi's Great Dao River carried many Dao fruits, most of which were hidden treasures opened by Zhou You for himself, and before the Zixiao Palace Lord died, he tried to open the door of the "Acquired Dao Fetus" for himself...... Successfully broke through in the demon clan's world, but Ning Yi's Dao Treasure was not much in storage.

Song Que's wisp of cultivation soon fell into the long river, like a stone.

After falling into the river, there were waves, and then it was swarmed by countless rivers, converging, and turning into a delicate and transparent Dao fruit.

Ning Yi closed his eyes and tried to do what Song Que said.

To eat is to eat.

It's not a practice, it's a practice.

"The rice in Xiaoleiyin Temple is really delicious......

After letting go of the distracting thoughts, Ning Yi's thoughts seemed to become clean, and those complicated, disordered, and clueless mysteries were all left behind.

It was his first time eating fast.

In the past, when I was in Xiling Qingbai City, although there were many temples, there were not many orthodox monks, and at that time, Ning Yi and the girl were mostly hunting hares, scribbling to satisfy hunger, or stealing people's money, saving money and buying a lot of cheap ingredients, and it was impossible to eat such a thing as fasting...... Only in the eastern soil, where the incense is strong and the temple is peaceful, will make an exquisite meal, and those who are qualified to eat this kind of feast are also quite famous and high-ranking people.

When Ning Yi was a child, he subconsciously felt that no matter how bitter he was, he would not be a monk, he could only eat vegetarian food, not meat, and deprived him of many joys in life, but now it seems that the word "fun" varies from person to person, some people are happy because of eating meat, and some people are happy because of abstaining from meat.

Most of the Buddhists eat vegetarian food, but there are also Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who have successfully attained enlightenment, who do not care about the taboo of minced meat, and put forward the idea of being free and blissful.

What is a ashram?

It's to jump out of the road.

Then these rules, when they come to the back, are no longer rules.

Many thoughts pass in a flash.

Mr. Song Que's Dao Fruit has condensed into a tender prototype, floating in the long river, ups and downs.

When eating, Ning Yi had already emptied his thoughts, but these thoughts came uncontrollably, but they were different from before, whether it was recalling his childhood or thinking about Taoism, he did not cause the slightest wave in his mood.

It's like an outsider, looking at yourself.

Ben I'm eating.

True self is practiced.

One by one, the real me

Overlooking the self, the two do not blend together, but they come from one.

"Is this Song Que's method?" Ning Yi was in a trance, and sighed in his heart: "He is worthy of being the strongest guest in the world of Buddhism......"

This was the first time he had used the Great Dao River, the ability of the Heavenly Dao Fetus, to dismantle the Dao Law of the Nirvana realm.

While Ning Yi lamented Song Que's strength, he didn't realize it...... Just by virtue of Song Yiren's words, he took out a Dao Fruit himself, which is an even more terrifying demon.

Soon, the feast was over.

The four of them sat in pairs and exchanged today's information.

"Even if there are monks and soldiers in Lingshan guarding it, and Uncle Gu Xing's 'Falling Goose Array' suppressing it, it is still mixed in by ghost cultivators. Song Yiren sat next to Cinnabar, he tidied up his appearance, took a brocade silk and wiped the corners of his lips.

He spoke first and explained everything he had seen and thought today.

Now that the Dharma Bathing Festival is in full swing, thousands of people have gathered in Mingsha Mountain, and it is impossible to thoroughly investigate the ghost cultivation.

I don't know what kind of means the eastern border used to hide from the world...... But most likely, it is collusion with the rulers of Buddhism.

That's the last thing they want.

If there are people in the upper echelons of Mingsha Mountain who are "rotten...... Then things get incredibly complicated.

"I personally went to the Bafang Town guard arranged by me today. When Cinnabar first arrived, she looked worried, she went out alone today, acting as an "umbrella bearer", and arranged for the monks and soldiers of Lingshan, which was only mobilized by Song Que The elite force, Jinglian appeared in the Xiaoyushan Dojo to dispel the attention of some people.

Knowing that the eastern realm has the intention of "borrowing fire", it stands to reason that there are only four of them in the entire Mingsha Mountain.

If this news spreads, it will cause panic.

"The monks and soldiers of Lingshan are not regulated by other forces, and the speed at which the ghost cultivators are lurking is faster than I imagined. She took out the notebook she was carrying, and said in a deep voice: "There is one more thing, I went to watch Ritsuko's battle today, according to the original plan, Ritsuko will continue to encounter the powerful Shura in the southern realm in this big competition, and the disease of the divine soul has nothing to do with the realm, he will always be tired, so that in the final battle, at least it will cause a certain amount of attrition." ”

Song Yiren nodded.

This was indeed pre-decided.

Ritsuko made a move and directly defeated the soul of Nashura. Cinnabar frowned and muttered, "He seems to have discovered my ......"

Song Yiren said indifferently: "It's nothing, Senior Brother Daoxuan knows me very well." When we met outside Mingsha Mountain, he knew we were going to do it, so don't worry, he won't care. ”

"Dao Xuan is very strong, very strong. ”

"Because of the 'Zen Law Controversy', this brings potential benefits, and there are also vague sides...... Many people bet on many things. Cinnabar's voice was a little hoarse.

Keenly captured the word "bet".

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "Buddhism also has this kind of thing?"

Song Yiren said calmly: "There are everywhere, and Buddhism is not really a holy land of bliss, if there are interests, there are gamblers." ”

Cinnabar pressed her hands on the table and slowly spoke.

"After watching this battle, I am very sure that I don't need to watch it in the future, these Shura in the southern realm, even if they all go together, it is impossible to cause him the slightest loss...... And when I was pessimistic about the final battle, I went to the dojo of Zenko Shenxiu. ”

Cinnabar was in a trance.

She still reverberated in her mind the image of Shenxiu's battle.

"I think...... Zenzi, who has been in retreat for a long time, is no weaker than Ritsuko, who is fighting everywhere. ”

"Even stronger. ”