The sky is arrogant, the sun is in the sky, and the talent of this generation is amazing.

The back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and some people counterattacked to make the master taste defeat and enter the finals, known as the dark horse.

Lu Tianxi and Yu Changxian are very strong, but both of them lost, the former lost to a little girl with a double ponytail and harmless to humans and animals, and the latter lost to a young man named Guan Hua.

On the list of dark horses that have been ranked, Sang Rou, a girl with a double ponytail, ranks first, a powerful girl who is considered likely to win one of the eighteen places. Guan Hua is also very strong, ranking second on the dark horse list, and it is also possible to get a place in the hands of the old foundation building period powerhouse.

Wu Xian came from the Boundless Sect, a powerful monk who was on the foundation building list, but unfortunately lost in the hands of Lin Ziyun, the myth of cultivation. The disciples of the Boundless Sect's generation are quite outstanding, and in addition to Wu Xian, there are many disciples who also participated in this competition. Hua Yue, who was originally considered to be the first person in the foundation building period of the Boundless Sect, was defeated by a disciple of the same sect who cultivated lower than him, which was surprising. This person's name is Zhang Shangshui, and his cultivation in the late stage of the foundation building period has not yet reached the realm of Great Perfection, which shows that Zhang Shangshui's talent is superb.

Zhang Shangshui is in the third place on the dark horse list, mainly because his cultivation does not occupy an advantage, if it comes to potential, many people think that he can completely overtake the top two.

Lin Ziyun unsurprisingly occupied a place on the dark horse list, and from the very beginning, people gave him the title of dark horse. He is like a demon born out of nowhere, if it comes to talent, no one present dares to say that he is stronger than him. Even if it's sad Jue, Long Shenyue and others. However, he only has the cultivation of the Qi refining period, this is a genius who has not yet grown up, and more people are not optimistic that he can really preach among many geniuses, fight a bloody path, and obtain one of the eighteen places.

There are a total of five people on the dark horse list, and the last person is the young man in white. People believe that this person hides his cultivation and strength, and like Lin Ziyun, many people have also noticed the mystery of this person and put him on the dark horse list.

The spring rain sprinkled slightly on the branches, and the branches that had not yet opened their leaves swayed with shiny water droplets, as if the trees had borne fruits, crystal clear. The breeze whipped up a drizzle and irrigated the cold all over the world. Dark clouds covered the sky, and the inky color of the sky fused together, heavy and oppressive.

The Mandala Villa seems to be isolated from the rest of the world, and the lights here are brilliant, and there are small bridges and flowing water passing through the flower and tea forest. The murmuring of the water can be heard with the sound of the water rushing stones. The fragrance of flowers is fragrant, a few beauty flowers under the moon, without stinginess about their beauty, and they fall in the field of vision generously, like a touch of warm sun in spring, and like a touch of fragrance in the wind and moon.

There are children with braided hair burning incense, and sandalwood curls, attracting swarms of bees and butterflies. There is an old Taoist priest wearing Taoist clothes sitting cross-legged beside the stream, by the ancient pool, swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon, and absorbing the aura of heaven and earth.

The scenery in the mountains is beautiful, with flocks of peaks and peaks, spirit apes and hummingbirds.

The bell is like a wave, the piano is swaying, singing and dancing, the fairy raises a glass to invite the bright moon, and the beauty wants to fly away in the wind. Qionglou Yuyu, Dance Pavilion Song Stage, Lang Evil Pavilion Pavilion, there is a Flying Immortal Gallery, zigzag railing. Some people are enjoying the beautiful scenery in the mountains, scooping up mountain spring water, picking up firewood, and making a cup of spring tea. Some people write poems and lyrics, sing loudly, wander like wreckage, and be happy. There are also girls and boys with swords, shoulder to shoulder, ears and temples grinding, and swimming hand in hand.

A few small people who delivered medicine, but they were only fifteen or sixteen years old, brought a jade plate, on which a purple gold jade pot was placed, and there were bursts of medicinal fragrance. This is the elixir that was handed to the monks who participated in the competition to regulate their breath, and the effect was not bad.

Lin Ziyun took out the medicine pot, poured out two pills with a faint golden light, found a secluded place to swallow the pill, and meditated.

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Although Hongdou is a monk, but there are no taboos, this time out of the mountain gate, opened his eyes, the world of flowers, everywhere is good, everywhere is novel, I can't wait to linger in the red dust to be a free guest.

I was homesick when I went out, and now I have long forgotten about homesickness.

Hongdou invited Zijuan to play and left Nanguo. Although the little monk was reluctant, he didn't dare to save his sister's face, and came to Lin Ziyun's side with a sigh and chanted.

Lin Ziyun listened to the little monk bite the words like a mosquito, chanting the scriptures noisily, and he was bored, but he was not easy to attack. It's just that he lost the mood to continue meditating, stood up and looked at the beautiful scenery in this mandala villa, and only felt that there was a different style and a peaceful mood.

"It's a scene of talking and laughing, and there is no white ding. Lin Ziyun sighed.

How could Nanguo really think about the Buddha, he came over with a smile, called Amitabha, and talked to Lin Ziyun.

This little monk is not good at words, pretending to be far-fetched, and Lin Ziyun did not expose it directly, but just asked: "Little Master, why are you worried about what you are worried about?"

Nanguo's brows were twisted together, a Sichuan character was written on his forehead, and he shook his head and said, "The poor monk is not worried, but unhappy." ”

Lin Ziyun laughed and said, "Isn't it because of something that I'm not happy?"

Nanguo clasped his hands together and said: "Otherwise, otherwise, everyone in the world has joys, sorrows, and sorrows, which is the face of all living beings." ”

Lin Ziyunqi said: "Little Master is really a strange person, I have heard the Buddha say that color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is empty, emptiness is color, and it is the same when you want to know it." The relics are the empty phase of all the laws, which are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, nor increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no colorlessness in the air, no thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts, no minds, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, no sound, no fragrance, no vision, no consciousness, no ignorance, no ignorance, no old age, no old age, no old age. There is no suffering to gather and destroy the Tao, and there is no wisdom and no gain. You and I are living in the fire and red dust, chasing the distant fishing fire, and guarding the lighthouse of the heart. ”

Nanguo smiled and didn't speak, his eyes fell on the pond outside the pavilion, there was a lone lotus blooming at the algae, out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons.

Lin Ziyun means that he has been walking far away, life is a floating dream, he wants to see through the illusion and transcend himself. The southern kingdom means that there are also true scriptures in the red dust, and the rhizome of the lotus flower is also rooted in the soil.

Lin Ziyun muttered: "Picking up the flowers at night, the past is difficult to chase, cherish the present, in order to see more." ”

Nanguo opened his mouth and said: "Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I tell others to laugh. Once upon a time there was a little novice who recited the same book every day, and the people thought he had found something wonderful in the scriptures. But I don't know that this little novice is too stupid, and he didn't find any mantra at all, but he really couldn't read it. ”