Building on top of the trees.

It's night again.

Qiu Fan had just roasted the meat and boiled the porridge, when suddenly, there was a loud "bang", which frightened his hand holding the spoon.

The loud bang was accompanied by a shaking of the earth.

On the building wood, it is especially obvious that the traveling doctor who was resting on the tree was accidentally shaken down.

Fortunately, it was only the butt that landed on the ground, which saved him from a serious sin.

"What's going on?!" he jumped to his feet, looking around alertly.

The bamboo pole monster was grinding the seasoning they had picked under the tree with the dog eggs, and at this moment he also stood up in fear, looking around like a frightened rabbit.

The old monk also opened his eyes.

Only the little monk is still chanting.

These days, the grass in front of me is gradually showing signs of awakening, and often rattles at night, as if to say something.

Everyone looked at the little monk in surprise, surprised by his composure.

Then, several of them also calmed down.

In their team, although the old monk is the oldest and has a higher cultivation, the little monk is their backbone.

At the sound of the little monk's chanting, everyone looked for a place to move.

"Look!" Goudan suddenly pointed to the city of Shennong, where the city wall was located, and at this time, there were embers left after the firelight disappeared.

"What's the matter, the alchemy furnace exploded?" muttered the Wandering Doctor.

In their Shennong City, there are countless people refining medicine, and it is not uncommon for an explosion to occur, but such a big movement is still unprecedented.

No one gave the traveling doctor an answer.

Just as they were about to retract their heads.

Rumble!

From another wall, a mushroom-shaped flame and smoke rose, and then there was a loud bang, and the earth shook again.

The traveling doctor sat on the ground in fright, looking down in horror, "What, what's going on?"

Several people were also dumbfounded.

In this moment, the smoke cloud from the explosion has drifted into the air, and even floated towards Jianmu.

Faintly, they smelled the smell of gunpowder.

Of course, none of these people knew that it was the smell of gunpowder, but the traveling doctor seemed to have smelled such a thing.

"Is this sulfur?" said the Doctor You, who often smelled it when they were refining the elixir.

But why there was a smell of sulfur in such a big commotion, he couldn't say why.

The little monk knew this, but all his spirit was now in the scriptures and Zen.

The Buddha once smiled, he practiced the flower Zen, can only understand, it is difficult to say, only into that kind of Zen realm, in order to comprehend that Zen.

And now, the grass in front of him is the Zen machine of his enlightenment.

He devoted himself to the grass, and gradually entered a mysterious and mysterious Zen realm, peaceful, quiet, quiet and wonderful, as if entering a pure and unstained, indifferent, open-minded, desireless, unrestrained, calm, and transcendent world.

It's hard to put into words, but it makes him comfortable, so comfortable that his spirit is separated from the body and the whole world.

There was only one monk sitting cross-legged on the wasteland, and one grass standing tall in front of him, and nothing else.

Looking at the moon, the warm sun of spring, the vast starry sky, and the breeze blowing on the face.

Time seems to have pressed the fast-forward button, and in their world of a monk and a grass, time passes, the white clouds turn into dogs, and the sea becomes mulberry fields.

I don't know how many days have passed, or how many years have passed.

Around the little monk, a river appeared, and green grass grew, and the grass grew higher and taller, thicker and thicker.

I don't know how many years have passed, and a tree has appeared next to me, providing shade in summer and snow in winter.

Behind the tree, a stone bridge appears, which leads to the other side.

The little monk was still indifferent, reciting the Buddha stupidly, and sat down wordlessly to the grass in front of him.

In the Buddhist scriptures, the tree finally bloomed one year, and the white flowers of the tree, like snow, did not have any green leaves.

When the wind blew, the white flowers scattered, sprinkled on the little monk's head, neck, sleeves, and the grass.

The grass shakes slightly, shaking off the flowers.

After the years passed, the flowers and trees withered and disappeared, and the barrenness under the feet reappeared, and there was still only one monk and one grass.

The monk is old, and the grass is strong.

The difference is that they are surrounded by an ocean.

They are on an island, or they are islands, battling by the waves and the droppings of gulls in the sky.

Boom, boom!

The wind swept through the waves, drowning the little monk and the grass, and they remained underwater, still indifferent.

......

There were several explosions one after another, and there was a sound of shouting and killing, and the brows of the bamboo pole monster were solemn.

"Could something happen down there?" he asked the old monk.

The old monk walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down.

He had a very good ear and heard clearly, "The people below seem to be fighting, killing demons." The old monk said, clasping his hands together, "Amitabha." ”

"Kill the demon?" the bamboo pole monster shook his body.

He's also a monster, and it's a bit too ruthless to kill demons with such a big battle, right?

Rumble!

There was another explosion, and the whole sky was as bright as day, and even their clothes and expressions could be seen clearly.

The bamboo pole monster has never seen such a big movement.

He said worriedly, "Why don't you wake up the little monk and get an idea?"

They are only high from Shennong City, not far away, and it will not be good if the wave reaches them.

"It's fine. When the old monk agreed, he turned around, and when he saw the little monk sitting on the ground with a solemn face, his complexion changed greatly.

"Wait!" the old monk called out to the bamboo pole monster who was about to do it.

"What's wrong?" the bamboo pole monster retracted the hand that was about to touch the little monk, and looked up at the old monk in surprise.

"He is now at a critical moment of enlightenment, and he must not be disturbed. The old monk said.

"The critical moment of enlightenment?" The bamboo pole monster lowered his head to check, and saw that the little monk's body did not move at all, and his posture remained unchanged.

The only thing that changed was the corners of his lips, which turned up slightly as the scriptures kept spitting out, and a smile flowed out.

This smile is indescribable, like a mother seeing her child grow his first teeth, like a lover reunited after a long separation, and like a sweet smile when we eat our favorite food and understand the truth of the world.

This smile makes the world quiet, and no matter how big the movement under the building is, it is difficult to disturb them.

This smile calmed them, and they looked at the little monk, and the whole person was immersed in a happy and quiet state of mind.

It was as if they had seen the flowers blooming, the clouds rolling up, the sunrise and sunset, and the breeze coming.

For some reason, the bamboo pole monster has realized many truths that he did not understand in the past in cultivation, and the demon power is full, and the realm is rapidly rising and breaking through.

The traveling doctor's soul was suddenly washed away, all the hesitations, worries, difficulties and filthiness of survival disappeared, and his body and mind were much refreshed.

Qiu Fan and the prisoners who came with him also had their own moods.

In the smile of the little monk, they seemed to have experienced a nirvana, and both their minds and bodies were reborn.