Tao Fusheng stood alone by the waterhole and was distracted, and I don't know when the old monk came to him and saw that Tao Fusheng did not react. He shouted softly, "Resurrection, why are you here if you don't cultivate in the morning?"

Tao Fusheng was startled, raised his head, his eyes were red, and his eyes were still a little moist.

Seeing this, the old monk asked gently, "Little one, is it sad in your heart?

Hearing that the tears that had just stopped flowing out of the octopus flowed out again, he said aggrievedly: "Master octopus her, she is gone, she goes to the outside world." Never write me back again,. ”

The old monk didn't seem to be surprised, and looked at Tao Fusheng kindly: "Maybe I'll come back, don't be sad, everyone has their own forced choice, since they have chosen a path, they must go for a walk, so that they will leave no regrets." Maybe you'll have a choice that day, and you'll be out of here for a long time. ”

"Master, I'm not going anywhere, I'm here with you. He looked deeply at the old monk with watery eyes.

The old monk smiled: "Silly boy! Everyone has their own responsibilities and their own belongings, and Master may leave here that day." So you have to be strong, you have to learn to grow independently, and when you have your own choices, you will understand the meaning of life. ”

Tao Fusheng didn't seem to be listening, and whispered with red eyes: "The octopus said it would come back, but, Master......! I don't know what's going on, and I'm sad when I can't hear from her. ”

"It's normal to be sad, after all, you get along so well with each other, and you will definitely be very disappointed if you break off contact. It's good to talk about the sadness in your heart. It is a common thing in the world to get together and disperse in life, and parting is for a better reunion in the future, so you don't have to be too careful. The old monk squinted at him.

Tao Fusheng was a little choked up when he spoke: "Master, but my heart seems to be missing a piece, it seems that even I have lost it, it is very empty inside, it is very uncomfortable, like there are many winds rolling thorns back and forth in it." I really don't want the octopus to leave at all. Peach Fusheng's tears couldn't help but flow down.

The old monk still smiled and said, "Little guy, if you are a human being, you must be an infatuated species. Count, you're more than 30,000 years old now. Looking at the situation is similar to that of a human child of twelve or thirteen, the master does not persuade you much, the road of affection needs to be experienced by yourself, and when the time comes, you will understand that when it is time to let go, you must let go, and let go to be at ease. ”

Tao Fusheng looked at Master with tears in his eyes: "Master, I, I don't quite understand, I'm a little confused. ”

"You don't need to understand! Love is born, born with its own usefulness, it can make people enlightened, it can also make people confused, the cause and effect, don't read it! Enlightenment!" The old monk looked at the peach resurrection with deep meaning, and said: "Whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want." ”

Tao Fusheng closed his eyes and pondered Master's words.

In the days that followed, with the guidance of the master, Tao Fusheng's heart was much calmer. Calm down and prepare for the thunderstorm that follows.

In fact, for the old monk Tao Fusheng is just the last passerby in his life, he doesn't know what kind of peach tree Tao Fusheng belongs to, just because it can lead to so many thunder tribulations, it is by no means an ordinary immortal product. Since God chooses things, since they can appear, they will definitely have great achievements in the future, and they may be one of its causes and effects.

In this valley, for Tao Fusheng and the old monk, there is not much difference between thousands of years and decades. In the blink of an eye, the 33,000-year-old thunder tribulation came in time, the wood wind double thunder tribulation, although these two thunder tribulations were more difficult than ordinary thunder tribulations, fortunately, Tao Fusheng gained a lot of experience through the previous thunder tribulation, and he could deal with it. The eleventh realm was consummated, the spiritual light refined the body, and the peach resurrection began to cultivate the spiritual body.

Thirty-six thousand years, water and ice catastrophe arrived, peach resurrection met the ice and thunder tribulation for the first time, but was frozen miserably, fortunately, the fierce qi absorbed by the body is its nemesis, plus the guidance and assistance of the old monk, there is no danger to survive the thunder tribulation. The twelfth realm is complete, the body gathers spirits, and the demon body is first formed.

After that, the thunder tribulation continued to descend according to the law, and Tao Fusheng experienced the thunder tribulation again and again, grew a lot, and made rapid progress in cultivation.

Cultivation needs to be gradual, one ring after another, the old monk is not in a hurry, the "Heaven and Earth Immeasurable Cultivation Sutra" that he passed on to Tao Fusheng requires an extremely long time to cultivate, and the cultivation is very slow and slow. This sutra is a sutra for the salvation of sentient beings, and the practitioner must have the fire of his own life extremely vigorous, transform himself, and use his own life force to survive the calamity of millions of living beings. Generally speaking, only those eminent monks and masters will start cultivating after they have completed their cultivation and have a long lifespan, so they cannot cultivate with the lifespan of ordinary people. Although the peach resurrection is different, it has a huge vitality, which is suitable for cultivating this sutra.

The old monk did not expect Tao Fusheng to be able to cultivate to a great extent, but only hoped to hone Tao Fusheng's mind, and have something to do in his long life, he would not be bored, and he would not have so much vitality in vain. The old monk didn't want to be a monk like him, so he didn't teach him too many rules of being a monk, but only taught it: always do good, be diligent in self-denial, don't kill, don't steal. Everything follows fate, Tao Fusheng has his own way, he is just his guide, as for what kind of person it will become after that, it is his own creation, and he can't ask for it.

The old monk had no distractions, and taught slowly and systematically in this time as thin as flowing water, and learned slowly when Tao Fusheng was born.

This is slow! Slow but the infinite life of the passing years is short, the night snack is quiet, and the quiet is not limited to a million years of thoughts.

There is no wind in the quiet night, the fog does not move, and the sarong valley is light. In the black mountain shadow, the old monk had tears in his eyes, and the phantom shadow fell on the lush branches of the peach tree, startling the drops of dew, perhaps the tears, silently smashing on the brown earth.

He sighed softly at the white mist of the valley, as if he had a thousand things on his mind.

All that should be taught has been taught, all that should be taught has been taught, and this last way, child, should go by himself. The old monk looked at every leaf, every flower, and every fruit on the branches, and his heart was hot, and the white ball that had just opened his eyes appeared in his mind, which had crawled on the relics and sprinkled them, which had stuck to itself to tell stories, which had reflected the morning light and practiced calligraphy, which had accompanied the breeze and stroked the qin, which had called Master over and over again, had cried and cried to go to the pond to play, had fearlessly coped with countless thunderstorms, had vowed to save itself from the valley, and had shed tears bitterly because of its own thoughts......

Today, the time has come, and all this will be dissipated like a cloud. It's just how to speak, he is afraid, he shouldn't be afraid but he can't control his fear, he is afraid that he will be sad after he leaves, he will be sad, he will be ...... Everything is empty, millions of years ago I may not be able to let go, but now this loneliness, this loneliness, this clear, this deep and quiet has already removed itself clearly, should not be broken, reluctant, unable to let go...... Each other is just a passer-by of life, why are you still like this, maybe this is the cause and effect of your survival to this day. It's the last night of companionship......

Another drop, a drop of dew? perhaps, under the roots of a tree, hidden deep in the earth.

The next day, the shadow of the leaves on the main trunk was heavy, and the old monk was faintly floating, and he stayed by the side of Tao Fusheng early, and the first ray of sunlight pierced the dense branches and leaves, flashing on Tao Fusheng's face, and he opened his smart eyes. "Master, I came so early today! I slacked off!" Tao Fusheng blamed himself when he saw the master who came to him at some point.

"Hahaha, you don't have to blame yourself for resurrection, today is the master's early arrival, and I just suddenly want to see what you look like. The old monk smiled.

"Master, you are in a state of uncertainty and much weaker today, you should cultivate more in the relics, and the disciples will send your life force. Tao Fusheng said distressedly.

The vitality between the thousands of branches and leaves formed a huge green stream to instill it, and the old monk's face was green. The old monk smiled and said, "It's okay! After calculating the past few days, although the power of the thunder tribulation after you has increased, if you continue to cultivate and continue to cultivate, you can cope with it, and there are not many calamities left." ”

"Master, why are you calculating again! You must not waste any more time on life, after that, no matter what kind of calamity, the disciples will definitely try their best to deal with it. You have to take care of yourself, and when I cultivate my body and transform into shape, I will definitely save you from the valley. The words of Tao Fusheng's words are even more firm.

"Resurrection! Your mind is known to the teacher, but it's just ......" the old monk stopped talking.

"Master, don't worry. I will. ”

The old monk wanted to speak again and again, and finally said regretfully: "It's just ...... Fear...... I can't wait......"

"Master, I will wait, didn't you say that you would accompany me to that day? I will work harder to cultivate. "Peach resurrection promises again.

"Fusheng, today Master is going to tell you something. "The phantom swayed like a haze of smoke.

"Master!" exclaimed Momo.

"Hear me out...... My time has come to the end of the day, and I will be transferred to reincarnation today, which is also my long-cherished wish, and it is not a good thing to live too long. So, after I leave, you don't have to be sad, you don't have to be nostalgic for the past, you give it up and get it. I can't wait to accompany you out of this deep valley, but you still have to leave, and fulfill your last wish for the teacher. The relics are the only gift that the teacher can give you, and the black bowl is an innate treasure, and the teacher entrusts you to return it to his homeland...... "The old monk's shadow gradually dispersed.

Tao Fusheng was even more anxious, and his vitality was desperately conveyed to the old monk, and he shouted loudly: "Master, don't say it, you have to wait until you leave with me, Master, ....." Tears flowed down his eyes as he spoke.

"This is the last ...... for the division I wish to send it back to ...... The Land of Chess... Naruka...... "The phantom dispersed into nothingness, and the last word was also hidden in the exclamation of the peach's resurrection.

"Master, Master......"

There was no reply in the void.

Tao Fusheng wanted to cry silently, and the heart-wrenching pain was choked in his throat and couldn't swallow, and he couldn't spit it out.

The whole peach tree is trembling, the ten thousand leaves are raining bitterly, and the ten thousand flowers are crying and crying, sad and miserable. He lay motionless there, his trembling hands tugging at his heart, tears raining like curtains, sorrow like knives, knives and knives deboning, silent crying choking on his lips, dumb heart and lungs.

"Ah——!h

A desolate and sad voice entered the sky, and the heart was full of sadness and pain.

So far, the breeze has no past, and the red flowers and green leaves are also cloudy.

Passing away is like the wind, you can't stay, you can't chase it. The third realm of peach resurrection is about to be full, but it has no intention of cultivating, how can it be sad if it is not a sad person. It's just that the thunder tribulation doesn't give time to heal, and it still comes as promised.