Ding Jun silently recalled that from the moment he got off the bus at the gate of the Torin Temple, his feelings were swayed by some strange force, like a small oarless boat caught in a whirlpool, unable to extricate himself, so he could only go with the flow, suffering one blow after another, and almost annihilated. Every time I calm down and think, I can vaguely feel a chill in my back, like a Tibetan antelope being targeted by jackals. However, when he used the anti-tracking methods unique to special forces fighters to track down, he found nothing. After a long time, he thought that he was nervous and had stopped thinking about it.

"Shout? I can't hear the shouts, but I always feel like it's ...... It was as if there was some kind of power roaring silently, releasing the power that devoured the heavens and the earth, which made people shudder. Ding Jun replied slowly.

"I felt it too, so I fell down the cliff carefully, using this indestructible stone cliff to protect my left back, to prevent the enemy from being chased by maggots on the tarsal bones. The murderous aura and resentment are so heavy, I sometimes really suspect that the devil in the depths of the snow-capped mountains has been released by some people, so that they will risk the world's condemnation and counterattack the Torin Temple, forcing the decent people to have no way out. But don't worry, the hundreds of years of discipline in the snowy plateau will not be ruined, and we still have a chance to fight back, but first, you have to be like me, hide yourself, keep your light and keep your eyes on it, until the end, rise up and attack it-"

Ding Jun turned his head to see that the top of the monk's head was less than half a meter away from the cliff, figuratively speaking, just like the monk was carrying an incomparably large protective shell with difficulty.

The monks are at least 180 centimeters tall, but their bodies are very thin and full of skin and bones, which shows that this kind of practice on the cliff is extremely difficult. The cliff faces the empty deep valley, the wind blows strongly, the wind direction is uncertain, ordinary people stand here, and if they are not careful, they will fall down.

"What are you thinking?" The monk asked.

When he turned his head to Ding Jun, the dead gray eyes turned an angle in his socket with difficulty, which made Ding Jun immediately think of the words "describing withered and dying".

"I'm wondering, how many secrets are hidden in the ancient Torin Temple? Life is between heaven and earth, and there is too little personal knowledge. Before leaving the special forces, Ding Jun rarely thought about this kind of "virtual" problem, because in addition to hard training and performing tasks every day, they worked hard and conscientiously to achieve their goals, and their brains had little free time. Therefore, in the eyes of civilians and terrorists around the world, they are a group of weapons of war with no personal thoughts.

"Chaowen said, you can die at night." The monk replied.

"Master Dawu, I don't know what to send when I was summoned?" Ding Jun asked.

The monk shook his head: "You are wrong, the master is below, and I am just the gatekeeper in charge of introducing the briefing." With my wisdom, if I continue to practice for another hundred years, I will not be able to reach the spiritual realm of the Master. ”

Ding Jun was stunned, and unconsciously looked down, the cliff was bare, and there was no place to stay. Within the horizon, there is no half of a figure in sight.

"Don't look at it, the master is in a place where you will never be able to see." The monk struggled to squeeze out a smile, and the towering cheekbones on both sides and the abrupt Adam's apple in the neck trembled at the same time.

"What?" Ding Jun heard this strange answer, and couldn't help but ask.

"What?" The monk smiled and repeated Ding Jun's question.

Ding Jun took a deep breath: "So, how should I meet him?"

The monk's answer became more and more profound and difficult: "If you want to see him, you only need to cut the rope behind you, and the plank under your feet will naturally break, and you will be able to see him."

One end of the plank is inserted into the cliff, and the other end is hung by a rope hanging from it, as the monk said, if the rope is broken and the wood is broken, people will only slide down the abyss, and their bones will be broken and they will die.

Ding Jun thought about it and suddenly woke up: "It turns out that the person of Dawu Shizun does not exist at all, and falling off the cliff is the end of life. Therefore, what everyone calls 'enlightenment' is actually going to die. ”

"Good, good, good!" He said four "good" words in a row, and his mind was suddenly broad-minded and understood the meaning of the name "Half-step Cliff". Between life and death, there is only half a step away, forward, death is enlightened, and it disappears from now on; Backwards, life is not yet enlightened, and still returns to the red world.

"Okay." The monk also replied with a word.

The two stopped talking and quietly perched on the lonely cliff.

Suddenly, a flock of gray-white rock eagles flew up in the void opposite, chirping long and circling left and right. Immediately afterward, a black vulture descended from the diagonal top of the draft, and struck like lightning, and struck into the flock of rock eagles. The battle of birds of prey on the plateau lasted less than half a minute, and the vultures slaughtered the eagles to the ground, and then broke through the air and roared towards this direction.

"A real big man can decide a qiē and know everything in the palm of his hand. If the real big man can't realize the responsibility on his shoulders in time and rise up from the chaos, then time will not wait, and it will disappear. In this sense, such a person is committing a crime and is irresponsible to himself and society...... "said the monk.

Ding Jun felt that this passage was somewhat familiar, and he searched in his mind, and suddenly connected the monk with a great master of essays in the Chinese literary world. The master's sharp penmanship, his lifelong writing, and his great influence at home and abroad have been greatly influenced, and he was once named the most likely to win the "Nobel Prize in Literature" that attracted global attention. It's a pity that God is jealous of the talent, just when this giant is in full swing, he suddenly disappeared from the literary world and disappeared.

"Are you—" Ding Jun asked tentatively.

"I'm not." The monk shook his head.

Ding Jun sighed, because the other party denied it, but it proved that it was the evergreen tree of the Chinese literary scene in the past that was trapped in the half-step cliff now.

The vulture came very quickly, and the monk pursed his lips and whistled sharply, and the vulture sharply retracted its wings, drew a clever arc, and flew diagonally upward.

"The great tribulation is coming, and the hidden power is about to break through the ground, which is not a good sign. Find the source of the scourge, destroy the chaotic force, and cut off all the calamities in the infancy. There is only one person in the world who can do such a thing, is it you?" The monk asked.

Ding Jun replied firmly: "I am willing to go all out to do it, but the seniors have always said it very vaguely, and the disciples are stupid and unable to comprehend the mystery."

The monk slowly raised his right hand, and as soon as he grabbed it, the air in front of them condensed and turned into a small, milky white rectangular whiteboard.

The monk's hand swiped over the whiteboard without leaving any traces, but Ding Jun followed the movement of his fingers and already understood the meaning.

After the stroke, the monk slowly let go and asked in a low voice, "The painting is dead, the eyes are alive, what do you see?"

Ding Jun replied softly: "According to the visual retention function of the human eye, I have connected the forty-five static paintings drawn by my predecessors into an animated short film, and I understand the meaning."

The monk let out a long sigh of relief: "Okay, it's good to understand."

In the animation, Ding Jun saw the storyline roughly like this: the two armies fought, and the losing side suddenly had a powerful helper, extremely tall and strong, defeated the enemy by himself, and led his army to drive straight into the stable. Later, the helper was attacked by other companions and eventually died next to a large river.

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