When the fine sand flows on the fingertips, it slips from the fingers before it has time to grasp it, leaving a life mark that is not shallow or deep. After half a year of cultivation, there is no embarrassment between Lianhua and the Son of Heaven, and Mu Lingshan does not have the oppression of being imprisoned.

The days of Wanshengyan, compared with the pure and leisurely time when he was alone in Xiaoshan, when he discussed his inner doubts with Buddhist monks, Mu Lingshan's mind was more empty and clear. But although the obsession with sleepiness has been shaken, it has not been dispersed with the bell ringing in the morning and evening.

The antlers exude a faint golden glow under the sunlight, and the confused people can't let go of the attachment in their hearts, looking at the living beings under the mountain, small as dust.

"It's too far away from the world, but you can't see it really. ”

The gentle words rang in his ears, followed by a small but steady footsteps. Bai Ying got closer and closer, and Lianhua leaned side by side, and said lightly: "What are you refusing?"

"I ...... with him"

"He's gone, what else do you need to reject?"

"Is he gone?"

Although the outer demons do not disturb their hearts, Mu Lingshan will still think of the words and deeds of the mountain ghosts from time to time, and they will not go to the heart of the hidden confusion. How can the sins of the past be repaid? Mu Lingshan asked himself, does the world really have a way forward of his own?

"When the two souls are one, you are the one who escapes the other, and you are the one who rejects his existence. However, after he is gone, it is you who bothers the other, and it is still you who doubts the existence of your own body. After half a year of meditation and calming your mind, have you still not figured out what you want?"

Shaking his head and sighing, Lianhua's gentle eyes looked at Mu Lingshan for a moment, and pointed to Danqing, who was listening to the teachings of the Son of Heaven of the Good Law, saw the sword spirit and asked directly: "In your eyes, is she a demon or a saint?"

"The sword spirit is ignorant, what is the holy demon?"

"What about yourself?"

With a little more struggle on his peaceful face, Mu Lingshan hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head and said, "I am different from her." ”

"What's the difference? She was born of a sword, and she is a sword until she dies. The process of returning to the demon cannot change the essence of the sword. Isn't it the same with the spirit of Xiaoshan?"

With his palms together and saluting the Son of Heaven from afar, Lianhua stretched out his hand with a move, and the girl immediately atomized into the sword body, flew away, and hovered in mid-air. One step Lianhua said softly: "The time has come, your master is anxious, go back." ”

The spirit sword was psychic, and Dan Qing saw a faint glow on the sword body, as if to say goodbye, and then turned into a streamer, and swept away and disappeared in the sky.

"You see, no matter what she goes through, she will never forget the duty of the sword. ”

"Master, why are you so talkative today?"

I would ask like this, and I really don't want to let go...... Although Mu Lingshan was shaken, he never let go of the obsession in his heart. One step Lianhua has a faint regret in her heart, but she is not the original heart, and she does not do anything reluctantly.

The long-term friendship has not been explained thoroughly, which proves that Xiaoshan's spiritual fate is not here, what is the benefit of forcing it? Yilian Hua replied calmly: "Half a year has arrived, this is the letter handed over to you by Brahma, read it yourself." ”

I once had the heart to seek the Buddha Tree, but in the end, it was a fateful side. Hearing the name of the Buddha, Mu Lingshan's heart moved, stretched out his hand to take it, opened the letterhead, but saw the book: "The empty door is not the sand pile where the ostrich buries its head, not the hard shell of the turtle with its head shrunk; Entering the empty door is not to escape but to face, not to help the heartbroken find a refuge and shelter from the wind and rain; Rather, it is to find a suitable place to practice for the sake of vowing a life of clear understanding......"

"I ...... Are you running away?"

"As Brahma said, you want to get a pure land for yourself, but you keep avoiding the causes of the world. However, if you have never really stepped on the turbid world and witnessed the true sins and filth of the world, can you distinguish between what is pure and what is evil? ”

The words were gentle and a little sharp, and with a light touch of Lianhua's fingers, the sleeping moon stone that Mu Lingshan had carefully kept had fallen into the palm of the Buddha's hand.

The warm light of the palm flickered, and the step Lianhua said word by word: "The sleeping moon stone has been in the ground for a long time, although it can give birth to the eternal and immortal Yaoguang, but it is wrapped in depraved mud, and it is difficult to get rid of the dirt and dirt forever. Is the so-called distance from the hustle and bustle really far away? Is the so-called self-satisfaction and clarity really at ease?"

The persistence of the past was like a false mask, which was broken little by little in the words of the Buddha in front of him. Mu Lingshan was flustered and frightened for no reason, but his ears were unwilling to isolate the words of the Buddha, so he unconsciously listened quietly in silence.

"In your eyes, if Qiong Yuemu is born as a stump and a fallen leaf, it cannot shade the world, and it is not as good as the sleeping moon stone. But how can you ignore the fact that even if the Qiongyue Tree does not have dense branches and leaves, when the world is tired from the journey, it can still rely on the fact that it can rest for a while, and even when it is withering, it can be cut down as firewood to contribute to the world. No matter how small its contribution is, how can it compare to the Sleeping Moonstone?"

"Am I wrong?"

"The wise man does nothing, and the fool binds himself. The law is no different from the law, and he loves himself in vain. Confused and chaotic, there is no likes and dislikes. One qiē two sides, good by discretion. Dream empty flowers, He Lao catches ......"

Saying a simple truth in his mouth, Lianhua suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed to the mountain road and said, "If you can't figure it out, then leave Wansheng Rock." ”

"Down the mountain?"

"It's not advisable to do it behind closed doors. If you don't go through the red dust, how can you prove bodhicitta ? You and I have the Buddha fate is exhausted, and the Ten Thousand Saints Rock is not strong. ”

After a sigh, Lianhua turned around and left, leaving the mountain god who was still confused in his heart to ponder silently. After a long time, Mu Lingshan's pupils shrank, and the laurel order in his hand moved forward, as if he was willing to make some different attempts and take the first step into the WTO.

The cinnamon order in his hand was struck on the stone steps of the mountain road, reflecting the unrest in Mu Lingshan's heart. The road was rugged, and the figure of Moqing gradually moved away on the mountain road, showing his determination.

The Son of Good Law Heavenly Son looked past the lotus flower, looked at the place where the figure of Mu Ling Mountain had disappeared, frowned and asked, "Does the Holy Venerable think he can attain enlightenment?"

"The heir chosen by Jade Bodhi, why should we question it?"

The face-to-face tone replied firmly, and Lianhua's eyes were deep and lofty, looking back at the sky. The words in his mouth don't know whether they refer to the departing mountain god, or the evil thoughts that pull the fault of the Xenodemon Realm.

"Golden life, red death. The original is one and reverts to one. One day, he will understand. ”

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In the past, the Tang Emperor Religion flourished, but now it is dilapidated and buried. Yu Tianji's ambition is difficult to declare, the ups and downs of the rivers and lakes for a long time, but it is still the ending that he can't escape and return, returning to the old land, dying in despair, and being left alone in the grave. The eyes were full of gloom, and the white-clothed killer knelt on the ground to worship, his mourning was poignant, and his heart was uncontrollable.

"After all, the proud man of the wind and dust is still following in the footsteps of others. ”

"You...... Is it sarcasm?"

Wen Renran glanced at the snow crow strangely, shook his head and replied, "Sarcasm? For me, Yu Tianji is just an unimportant passer-by in my life, so why should I be sarcastic? He is no different from other people who have been defeated by Su Zhenzhen. People have hatred before they die, I just sigh in my heart, don't think too much. But what are your plans for the future?"

The ashes of the yellow paper in the basin were blown away by the wind, and a page of old things was lifted, and a new chapter was opened. After a moment of silence, the snow crow replied, "I wanted to go with my master, but I promised not to do it lightly, so I will keep the agreement between my master and you. ”

“…… As long as you don't kill yourself, if you want to leave, I won't stop you. ”

"Is the snow crow a man of his word......? I have to figure out for the master that the ideals of people like Pixel are higher than the ambitions of the masters. If possible, I will also witness the day when you and Su are really dead. ”

"Oh, that's a strange thing to me! Unfortunately, with your current ability, it's impossible to live until the day I die. ”

People who keep promises are always admirable, and Wen Renran suddenly had a different thought, and stretched out his hand to the snow crow.

"If you want to see me die, you'll have to keep up. ”