People's lives are confused, and many times they can't find the meaning of survival, especially a person with delicate feelings.

Tang Bai is such a person; many times, he feels that he is indifferent, but he does not find that people who have this kind of consciousness are actually not indifferent.

This kind of person just doesn't know how to express his emotions.

He was not a teenager, he came to this world at a strange age at a young age, and started from a baby again, which made him want to see the essence of this world rationally.

It's a dream with idealism.

The world is too complicated, like a mess, the more you try to sort it out, but you find that you can't always find the beginning and the end, and in the end, life becomes like a mess.

He felt incredibly dazed.

Bai Lian's words made him dazed, at a loss for his own Dao.

After leaving White Lotus, he didn't go back to the Bamboo Gang, and Ziwen had a great impact on him, making him feel that his cultivation was going in the wrong direction.

He was like an ordinary person, wandering in the Vermilion Bird Domain.

Perhaps only by walking like this can you feel the meaning of your existence.

Walk after line, walk in the mountains and forests during the day, stay on the bank of the stream at night, eat the breeze when you are hungry, drink the morning dew when you are thirsty, look at the Chaoyang Road and say a warm sound, and say a cold after the heavy rain at night, so that after more than three months, I saw some villages and towns, but there are no people, there is a dead air and resentment, he can't help but be a little strange, how can there be such a big dead resentment in the mundane place?

He didn't get to the bottom of it.

There are thousands of injustices in the world, and if you meet them, you will help, and if you don't meet them, you will pass.

One day, he sailed to a mortal city called Guya, which was a great city where mortals gathered, and the city was extremely tall, and there were many armor, and the people who came and went were armed with weapons, and there was more fierce air than ordinary people.

It happened to be late, Tang Bai stayed in this city, found an inn to stay, but at the time of the third watch, he suddenly heard the street gongs and drums, noisy, pushed open the window and looked, only to see on the street, walking a line of relatives, wearing colorful clothes, knocking and beating all the way, so it was not weird.

He opened the eye of perspective, and for a moment, he saw ghosts flickering, gusting winds, and many ghosts carrying a girl who had passed out in a coma, heading to the east of the city.

Tang Bai was furious, and secretly said that these filthy things dared to come out to harm people, and he had killing intent in his heart, and was about to make a move, when he saw a woman in white flying in the distance, and threw out a black gourd, the gourd was long in the wind, if the basket was large, the gourd mouth had more suction, and in the blink of an eye, it sucked those yin spirits in.

The unconscious girl also woke up, and saw herself appearing on the street in the middle of the night, crying and disappearing.

Tang Bai saw that a monk made a move, so he didn't bother anymore, and didn't want to hear a voice suddenly in the air, and shouted 'bold', and saw a dark pillar of light shot in the distance, like black lightning, which instantly sank into the woman's body;

Tang Bai originally didn't want to care about the affairs of people in his cultivation, but this woman did good deeds, which was in line with Tang Bai's wishes, but she couldn't let her die in vain. So he flew out, caught the woman in mid-air, put her in his room, and flew again in the direction where the pillar of light had disappeared.

Out of the city gate, flew around the mountain road for dozens of miles, and saw a dark place not far away, gloomy and gloomy, ghostly and demonic.

Tang Bai was not reckless, but opened the eye of perspective, and found that it was a forest, in which some strange trees grew, with thin branches and long leaves, like umbrellas, stretching out in all directions, stretching out one after another.

Shade tree!

Shade trees are best suited for ghosts, so it seems that those ghosts should gather here.

He groaned slightly, his body moved, and he fell into the forest.

The air in the forest is cold and damp, and it is the place where the filth grows.

He looked around, and there were layers of trees, and there was nothing else, but he always felt that there was something invisible around him.

He sneered, pinched a magic seal, and released the heavenly fire.

As soon as the orange flame came out, it emitted a scorching heat, and the surrounding trees instantly spread out when they encountered the heavenly fire, turning into a sea of fire in the blink of an eye.

As soon as the fire was halfway burned, a sudden wind blew, and the fire was extinguished one after another like a torrential rain.

Then there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the forest, and out of the void came a group of soldiers, wearing armor and holding spears, with a strong yin aura, and they were actually a group of ghost soldiers.

One of the ghosts, who was tall enough to leap out of the crowd, pointed at Tang Bai with a long whip in his hand, and shouted: "You monk, why do you disturb the rest of the adults, come quickly, otherwise you will collect the soul and fry it in the oil pot." ”

Tang Bo sneered: "A good one has collected the soul, the oil pot is fried, and I can't see you yin things as evil, but I want to see what means you have to dare to collect my soul." After speaking, he used his hand as a sword to slash out, and the invisible sword light ignored the space, and the sword qi instantly cut the ghost thing in two, turning into a cloud of yin qi.

Immediately after that, a few sneers came from the yin qi, and the two bodies of the ghost thing pulled each other, and then they connected with each other, and changed into the previous appearance of the ghost thing.

Tang Bai's eyes narrowed, the wooden root Buddha carving appeared in his hand, a huge Buddha phantom stood behind him, the golden light flashed, a burst of Buddha chanting sounded, and the entire woodland became sacred and peaceful.

The ghost soldier was taken aback, and said, "It turned out to be a Buddhist monk, let's say, what do you want?"

Tang Bai said: "Give me the soul that you have just detained, let it return to its soul, and this matter will be done." ”

The ghost soldier said: "Someone has come forward in this matter, and the woman's soul has been returned to herself, so leave quickly!"

Tang Bai sneered: "You are my three-year-old child." After speaking, the Dharma seal pinched by the Buddha's phantom shadow went straight to the ghost soldiers.

For a while, the wind was blowing, and the ghosts were groaning, roaring and screaming, and the surroundings seemed to be in a ghost hell.

In the yin wind, the ghost soldier roared angrily: "You monk is so unreasonable, I don't give you a lesson, I think I will be afraid of you." After speaking, the black brilliance condensed together and turned into a huge pillar of light, shooting towards the figure of the Buddha behind Tang Bai.

In the black light, countless faces appeared, all expressionless, like a piece of white paper, when they encountered the golden light of the Mugen Buddha carving, like a lit flame, one by one burned miserably and roared, and burned clean in an instant.

How can these ghosts be so vulnerable?

Just when Tang Bai was puzzled, a powerful cold thought suddenly poured into the sea of knowledge, turned into a cloud of pitch black, and went straight to the Heavenly Palace.

Tang Bai thought in his heart, thinking that this was the means of ghosts to detain the soul; as soon as his mind moved, his thoughts turned into Buddhas, and the three thoughts of the sunshine emitted infinite golden light, guarding the Heavenly Palace, so as not to let these ghosts break into the Heavenly Palace.

The pitch-black cloud touched the golden light and burst apart, forming a puff of black smoke, which continued to coalesce together and turn into a huge black rune.

Then the rune flashed, and suddenly disappeared, and then, Tang Bai's eyebrows cooled, and the black rune strangely passed through the Buddha's Dharma Appearance that his thoughts had turned into, and appeared in the Heavenly Palace.

Tang Bai's secret path is not good, although he practiced the "Nine Yang Sutra", and there was the mysterious world transformed by the word "Illusion", but he had never practiced the law of the soul.

At this time, the ghost broke into the heavenly palace, and the soul did not have any resistance at all.

Sure enough, the black rune changed again, turning into a big hand and grabbing it straight towards his soul.

At this moment, a bell suddenly sounded in the Heavenly Palace, the ancient and vicissitudes of the bell drowned out the black runes, and in Tang Bai's Apocalypse, a bronze bell appeared, shooting out a golden light, which disappeared from the Heavenly Palace into his sea of consciousness, turning into a golden Buddha's appearance.

The sound of the ancient scriptures came from the distant void, and the sound of the scriptures was mixed with many cultivation paths, so that Tang Bai's wisdom was accessible, clear inside and outside, and more clearly dissected his heart.

Unconsciously, Tang Bai entered a kind of great wisdom of Zen enlightenment.

Time passed, Tang Bai's body also began to change, a faint light burst out from his body, with the subtle changes in flesh and bones, slowly became transparent, at a glance, it was like crystal.

In this way, it was not until noon the next day, when the scorching sun was shining high, and the yin qi around him was lost, Tang Baifang opened his eyes, and for a while, he only felt refreshed, his spirit was extremely vigorous, and his mind moved, and he knew that he had inexplicably cultivated the fourth yang of the Jiuyang Sutra.

The so-called four yangs have a vast mind and encompass all things; pay attention to the practice of one thought, there is no distinction between ordinary and mundane, no distinction between species, no distinction between good and evil, no distinction between delusion and wrong, and the idea of equality of all beings.

However, this thought is not obtained by his own cultivation, it is like a powerful force in the underworld, which is automatically generated in the sea of his consciousness.

His state of mind can't reach the level of the Four Yang Realm at all.

Tang Bai looked at the sky silently, as if he saw that there was a powerful kingdom in the endless void, and there was a golden hall in this kingdom, and in the hall sat a young monk, and the monk's name was Bliss.

He seemed to see the Buddha of Bliss smiling at him, smiling strangely.

Tang Bai blinked helplessly, and found that there was nothing in the void except for a black cloud floating in the white clouds.

He sighed, flew into the air, and searched for a while, but he didn't see any filthy ghosts, so he had to return in vain.

It is said that high in the sky, the golden eagle and Xue'er tracked Tang Bai all the way, but they were blocked by a dark cloud.

This dark cloud is as black as ink, and it does not know how wide it is, and although the golden eagle is fast, it always can't fly out.

Xue'er had an extra flower basket in her hand, only to see her pick up a flower branch and throw it into the dark clouds, the flower branch became bigger and bigger, several white chrysanthemum-like flowers automatically fell off, and the petals swung around, turning into a huge white space, constantly spreading outward, overlapping, like turning into countless worlds.

But when the white space gets bigger, the dark clouds get bigger, and the white space gets smaller, and the dark clouds get smaller, just like a bird in a cage, no matter how you fly, you can't fly out.

Xue'er understands that this is falling into someone else's Taoism.

She accepted the magic weapon and said, "Who is the master, please come out and see it." ”

There was silence all around, as if this dark cloud was just a natural formation of heaven and earth.

Xue'er was helpless, sighed, and finally understood what Miss said: Although there is no avenue in this world, it has become more dangerous and weird. In this world, there are countless powerful monks hidden, and if you are not careful, disaster will befall you.

And on a high mountain under the dark clouds, there stood a young man, dressed in white, with a delicate long sword hanging from his waist, and a delicate jade pendant pinned to his belt, although the jade pendant was not large, but it was extremely finely carved, if you look closely, there are many images carved on it, and there are countless runes, which is obviously a rare treasure.

A gust of mountain wind blew, blowing the white-clothed man's clothes fluttering, and he was indescribably chic.

And behind him, there stood a pretty woman, the woman who was detained by the black light last night.

The two of them didn't know how long they stood for long, quietly looking at the direction where Tang Bai was, until Tang Bai left, the man in white retracted his gaze, thought for a long time, and beckoned to the air, the dark cloud that trapped the golden eagle and Xue'er turned into a streamer and fell into the man's palm, and then a gust of wind rose, and the two had disappeared without a trace.