Qingge held the purple sand cup that was as hot as hot magma, even if there was extreme pain pouring into her limbs, she didn't even frown, and looked at Master Guiyi indifferently. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Master Guiyi held the dust in his hand, stroked his gray beard, and asked, "Maybe you feel pain?" ”

Qingge's eyes flashed, pursed his lips, and said, "Yes." ”

"How much does it hurt?"

"Ten thousand."

"Can you bear it?"

"I can't."

Qingge replied truthfully.

She really couldn't bear this pain, even before that, she had walked through the sea of swords and fires, and had also suffered broken bones and thousands of tempers, however, inside the purple sand cup, there seemed to be a bone-eroding power that began to spread from her palm, gradually eroding her muscles and flesh, and even the rotten soul.

Master Guiyi stood up unhurriedly, walked to the desk next to him, held a wolf pen in his hand, and wrote a word lightly on the rice paper.

It is a word for "forbearance".

Master Guiyi shook off the dust, and the rice paper actually burned into flames out of thin air, and then turned into ashes and disappeared.

Master Guiyi walked back to Qingge's side, glanced at the purple sand cup curled up in Qingge's palm, and said with a smile: "Everyone has their own luck, such as the king, it is the purple monarch's luck, what floats above your head is the purple luck, and this purple sand pot has the power of Buddhism, if you can endure a period of pain, you can increase the luck and luck of your relatives and lovers, you can't bear it, let go of your hand and put it down." ”

Qingge looked at Master Guiyi fixedly, his eyes were clear, and he was surprisingly indifferent, "Master Guiyi, the younger generation believes in you." ”

With that, she closed her eyes and leveled the purple sand cup.

Her hand seemed intact, but the clear and obvious pain was like thousands of sharp silver needles, one by one, inserted into her fine pores, and then smashed with a hammer, put in poisonous snakes, insects and ants, and gnawed at her skin that could be broken by blowing.

If Master Guiyi only said that it could increase her luck, she would be able to put down the purple sand cup neatly, however, what Master Guiyi said was that once she resisted the heat of the purple sand cup, her relatives, lovers, and those who guarded her would be able to have more blessings.

Even if there is little hope, Qingge will eventually have to try.

After the time of half the incense passed, Qingge's face was pale, dripping cold sweat overflowed on his forehead, and the hand holding the purple sand cup had begun to tremble.

Master Guiyi carefully looked at the light song, nodded appreciatively, he who created this set of purple clay pots, naturally knew how difficult it was, even an eight-foot man would be frightened, the weak woman in front of him was able to resist for so long, and he didn't even snort.

Sweating and shivering are just the body's natural reaction to extreme pain.

"Girl, the price of growing up is pain, but you know that it will hurt, and you have to go through it with perseverance, because life will not give you the opportunity to refuse, if you give up because of pain, then, you will be eliminated by God." Master Guiyi sighed lightly and said.

At the foot of the mountain, the gentleman in the private school walked around the house with a long ruler, several windows were open, the breeze came, and the immature children, shaking their heads, recited the poems that had been sung through the ages

"Therefore, the heavens will descend on people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and do what they do. People are permanent, and then they can change. Trapped in the heart, weighed in the worry, and then done. It is in the color, in the sound, and then in the metaphor. If you enter, you will not be able to go home, and if you go out, you will be invincible to foreign patients, and the country will die. Then I know that I was born in sorrow and suffering, and I died in peace. ”

The sound of the book is loud, neat and green.

At this moment, the frequency of shaking of Qingge's hand became faster and faster.

Her lips were dry, her eyes were slightly closed, and even her shoulders began to tremble slightly.

Every flesh and blood in her body seemed to be submerged in the raging fire, and the piercing pain devoured her divine sense, and her reason was gone.

In order to stay awake, Qingge bit the tip of her tongue, a drop of blood cut between her lips and teeth, and the smell of blood in her mouth made her crazy and sober.

The pain in the palm of the hand, like a rising tide like a bamboo, rose to a very high point.

In an instant, there seemed to be fireworks blooming in Qingge's mind, and the fire tree and silver flowers made her blank.

Qingge found that the space in the void realm was a little larger, and it could be stuffed into a finger.

And her moon flame seems to be able to release more and stronger amounts.

After enduring the most pain, gradually, Qingge's hand no longer trembled, but became more and more stable.

It wasn't until a long time had passed that Qingge Youyou opened her cold eyes and looked calmly at Master Guiyi.

Master Guiyi did not hide the appreciation in his eyes, he stretched out his hand, spread his palm, and Qingge put the purple sand cup upside down in his hand, and the tea in the cup had already evaporated when Qingge was in pain.

"A girl is a great person." Master Guiyi put down the purple sand cup, took another cup of slightly cold tea, handed it to Qingge, and saw that Qingge did not move, so he said: "Don't worry, this time I really want to invite you to drink this Nansha tea." ”

Hearing this, Qingge took the teacup and drank it in one gulp.

The wonderful thing is that after drinking this Nansha tea, the soreness she experienced after the fire in her body disappeared in an instant, but it was exceptionally comfortable and refreshing, as if there was a cool and soft spring water to wash her soul that was deeply immersed in the fire.

I have to say that Master Guiyi is a very amazing person.

Qingge put down the teacup and said, "Master, the juniors have some doubts, I don't know if there is such an honor to be enlightened by the master." ”

"Please." Unified Master Dao.

Light Song said: "The younger generation was fortunate to get a great spirit master book, in that book, it recorded the state of mind of this cultivator's predecessor throughout his life, my current class is the congenital thirteen, I want to break through the spirit master, but there is no progress, that book records, if you want to break through the spirit master, you have to understand the unity, the younger generation is only shallow, day and night, racking their brains, and they can't think of the meaning of this unity." ”

Gui Yi stroked his beard, nodded, he looked at the purple clay pot on the table, and then said: "Unity, Zen Buddhism has ten thousand laws to one, one to return to where to say, and the so-called ten thousand laws to one, is also one to all things, all things have spirits, nature is born and restrain each other, one is created by all things, all things are created." ”

After a pause, he put down the dust, and then said: "The law arises from the heart, and it is extinguished by the heart, which is the law of dependent origination; All the Dharma is born from the heart, it is the heart that gives birth to all the Dharma, it is the heart that is vain, it is the vanity of the ten thousand Dharmas, all the Dharma is extinguished after all, and this extinction is the place where all the Dharma returns.

One is silence, and to return to oneness is to sink into silence, the sky is high, the earth is great, the monsters, birds, and even glory and wealth seem to be eternal in the universe, who knows if it will be born from the heart? In this way, a question can be thought of, is it Zhuang Sheng's dream of butterflies, or is it butterflies' dreams of Zhuang Sheng? Whether it is Zhuang Sheng or a butterfly, they all fall to extinction. ”