The unknown stone, its origin is unknown, and those strange words, which Bai Dye has not seen, no matter how Bai Dye calculates, he cannot interpret it with his own knowledge. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Is there really no solution?

Bai Dye didn't believe it, he still observed it brightly, and after a few more incense sticks, Bai Dye still didn't gain anything, so he no longer observed with his eyes.

Of course, the divine consciousness was of no great use, because when he first observed, he was contemplating and God at the same time, but now that the two were useless, Bai Ran decided to listen carefully with his ears!

Perceiving things, not only seeing, but also listening, smelling, touching and other means, now white dyeing is to use hearing, carefully listen to the sound of nature.

"This stone is quite strange, and I haven't seen any writing during the day."

"What is the fifth word, I haven't seen it at all, I don't understand it at all."

“……”

There were not many people at the scene, but some disciples were traveling in groups, and it was inevitable that there would be exchanges of experiences, so these voices were very noisy, and the white dye wrinkled their heads slightly.

After half a tea time, these voices did not stop, and Bai Ran simply emptied himself, tried to ignore those words, automatically filtered the noise, and forgot the irritability.

Gradually, the white-dyed eyebrows stretched, one, two, three, and recently almost all of them were ignored, leaving only the natural sound of heaven and earth.

There is silence, birds chirping, insects crawling, distant streams flowing through the bluestones, and frogs on the pond.

The night passed quietly, and before I knew it, Bai Ran felt the temperature of the sun, and when he opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright, and the inscription on the stone had long since disappeared, and those people had already left in groups, ready to go hunting in the depths of the forest.

Bai Ran looked strange, why was there no sound, and then he closed his eyes again, and his ears listened again, but he could not hear the silent birdsong, nothing, but heard the noise of the city in the distance.

When Bai Ran filtered the lively sounds in these markets, it was still fruitless, and he didn't hear the sound of the quiet countryside.

On the contrary, there were no birds in the forest, only birds of prey, no sound of small insects moving slowly, only the sound of the insects fighting brutally, savage competition, and no small ponds, only the sound of the rippling water of a large lake, and the sound of strong water rushing in it.

Everything is so savage and fierce, the opposite of the silent idyllic sound heard at night.

In other words, the sound heard during the day is the real sound here, and what is heard at night is false.

Bai Ran opened his eyes, his essence flickered, and then he got up, and as soon as his eyes were empty, he stepped into the forest, constantly moving sideways, his eyes turning, and his vision changed rapidly.

In a densely forested place, each ancient tree is at least four zhang high, and the radius is one zhang thick, and there are many bird nests here, each bird is two or three feet long, their eyes are ferocious, their wings are vigorous, and their feathers are like blades.

When he saw the spirit insect, he flapped his wings, like lightning to cut through the sky, and his long beak opened and closed, and he caught a big insect, swallowed it with a grunt, and his chest expanded and contracted vigorously, rumbling and refining, very wild.

The big bird, after digesting the insects, looked at another tree in the distance, where there was a figure in white with cold eyes, but before he could breathe, the man was gone.

On the other side, under the cracks in the rocks, rows of ants and insects came out, and every step was neatly aligned, shaking the earth and making the sound so powerful that the fierce birds and beasts could not avoid it.

In the distance, a figure in white also flashed away.

In the end, the figure in white came to the small lake, listened to the wind exploring the lake, and listened to the nuances.

I saw that the lake was calm and had a few ripples.

However, he heard that the lake was surging, and the undercurrents were surging, and each undercurrent had thousands of tons of great force, which was very terrifying.

If there is a person who falls into the lake, he must die for a lifetime, unless he is a knot to enter the lake.

In the middle of the night, Bai Ran left, and when he left, his eyes showed a contemplative look, as if he had realized, as if he had grasped a key point.

"This forest is different from the forest at night, there is something strange." Bai Ran secretly said in his heart, and at the same time wondered if it was related to the strange boulder.

Because, Bai Zhan not only watched it carefully, but also listened carefully to the sound of the forest again, which was completely different from what he heard and felt at night.

To use an analogy, then the forest is a quiet village at night, and a noisy market during the day, where all kinds of things come out to move, almost two counterexamples.

Bai Ran returned to the stele again, like an old monk meditating, sitting for a day, and finally waited until the evening.

This night, the number of people was significantly smaller than last night, only more than ninety. They are all unwilling, and pretentious, thinking that they are destined to be destined to understand the inscription and continue to stare at it.

And the white dye, as early as the moonlight sprinkled the earth, had already ignored all the noises and listened to the most wonderful sounds of nature.

The world is quiet, those fierce birds have converged, only the sound of the little bird's body as light as a swallow sweeping the sky, and those little insects, stepping on the ground, step by step, there is no brute force to shake the ground, only the kind of plain, as pleasant as a walk, and the frog chirping by the pond, and the crisp sound of the stream flowing on the bluestone.

Strange, there doesn't seem to be a creek here, right?

When Bai Ran heard this, he was strange, he swam around the forest during the day, only to see a large lake, there was no stream at all, not even a river, how could the stream come from, not to mention this crisp ding dong sound, without a little spiritual power blessing, very pure.

In an instant, he opened his eyes, his eyes moved, his pupils were blessed, cold as a blade, as if his eyes could penetrate the darkness, over the infinite trees, and saw that the birds of prey in the depths were still furious, the insects were still shaking the earth, and under the lake, the undercurrent was amazing, and the spiritual power was rolling.

These voices have returned, and it is still night, and it is still seven o'clock in the evening, and the sound is still violent, but it is the opposite of what Bai Ran hears and feels when he closes his eyes.

Among them, there are cats.

Bai Ran's eyes froze, as if he had found something, and then looked at the words on the stone tablet, there was no change, but he looked at the first text again, and when he tried to parse it, he had a feeling of uncertainty, blessed to his heart, open-minded, and instantly understood the meaning of this text.

Quiet!

The first text expresses the word "quiet", as I just felt, in a ravine and pastoral, it is very quiet, so quiet that you can only hear the sound of nature.

Bai Ran was happy in his heart, he didn't expect it to be cracked out like this, and then he thought that such a method was not too difficult, it seems that there must be enlightened people in the past, but he hid his private secrets alone and did not announce it, and enlightenment also requires talent, so it caused a miracle that no one can understand for thousands of years.

Thinking of this, Bai Ran didn't close his eyes anymore, because most of the people on the scene no longer comprehended alone, and they all had the idea of referring to how others understood.

Bai Ran didn't want to shake out the method, because he was not a saint, and there were no acquaintances on the scene, so he opened his eyes, but in fact, his eyes had already been closed in his heart, only the sound was ringing, ignoring the vision, and devoting himself to enlightenment.

(To be continued.) )