The old monk's wonderful image has no smoke and light, and the strange pavilion has never made waves again.

"Missing?"

Tang Li was quite disappointed and stood up, but he was not discouraged.

At this time, there was only the Panlong Golden Chair to choose from, so he and Yan Wuyi glanced at each other, knowing what it meant, and sat down uneasy.

On the coiling dragon chair, the ancient god with his upper body in charge of the domineering elephant of Qiankun is much more strange and domineering than the other two golden chairs.

In the blink of an eye, the golden qi of the ancient pavilion surged again, and the mysterious aura on the Tyrannosaurus chair lingered on his body, Tang Li's heart was full of joy, and under the reflection of Tengteng Lingyun, he looked extraordinarily powerful.

Suddenly, the breath of ancient desolation rose like the waves of the Han Sea, and in an instant, it swept away its soul and escaped into the void.

is also sitting on it, Chu Jin and Tang Li are different in artistic conception, Chu Jin is shrouded in the image of the game between the two elders, its shape is like a fantasy, its meaning is empty, it is already a state of calm and pure oneness.

And Tang Li is just a golden light to nourish the body, and the aura is roaring, like a fallen and confused elephant, with various colors.

"The state of mind brought by this golden chair seems to be different, Tang Li is only thinking, but Chu Yi is pure ......" The corners of Yan Wuyi's mouth raised slightly, and Qingze flashed.

According to the two of them, looking at their strange phenomena, they can roughly conclude the difference between existence and pure oneness, but they don't know how far they can fit with the image of the old monk.

"Buddha?"

For Yan Wuyi, Buddha is an elusive meaning, but when he was a child, he met a walking monk, a wanderer, a coarse cloth and broken shoes, and it was difficult to have joy and anger.

"What does this Buddha have to do with Master Dikong?"

"Even if you don't know where this place is, it is difficult to go beyond the scope of the demon realm, why does the demon realm formed by the Demon Pill space of the Emperor Master Venerable have the Buddha's will remain, could it really be the true meaning of the Buddha who releases the void?" Yan Wuyi thought about this, and felt even more puzzled.

But the demon cultivation methods of the fourth realm are all over the sky, how can a small martial arts cultivator like himself be able to speculate.

Then he took a deep breath and strode on.

As soon as I arrived at the golden chair, I only felt a sense of vast atmosphere, which seemed to be mixed with the melodious aura of eternity, penetrating his body, and the acupuncture points were suddenly opened.

There are fixed yin and yang chess pieces swirling in the sky, exuding a deep light that makes people palpitate, so there is no need to worry too much about the protrusion of mutations.

"Ten thousand laws are empty, and it is in vain to be anxious. ”

Yan Wuyi's face was slightly solemn, and he sat upright.

As soon as the chair was touched, the four sides splashed with gold momentum, the light was shining, and the Buddha was shining.

An extremely corrosive sense of exhaustion overturned with the golden light of the ancient pavilion, recklessly filling his slightly thin body, and the exquisite Buddha light flowed all over his body, quite comprehending the general trend of heaven and earth like a spiritual charm.

When the consciousness is about to sink, it seems that he can feel the mysterious spiritual essence easily penetrate the meridians and moisten the internal organs.

Especially in the place of the Danhai Sea, there is a charm that moves, and it is dark and dark.

By the time Yan Wuyi was awake, the scene in front of him was already changing, and he was uncertain, as if he was in a Buddhist dojo, thinking about it carefully, and his face suddenly changed.

"This image is very similar to the ruined dojo on the top of the Black Mountain!"

The scene around the body is like a fairyland, the dojo is widely distributed, not stained with mortal dust, there are thousands of blue rainbows in the haze, and sometimes there are bell chimes leisurely and endlessly moisten in its heart, the white clouds are fluttering, and the green willows are upside down.

In the middle of the dojo, there is a leafless withered Bodhi, which often shows true light, blends with one side of heaven and earth, and does not invade by wind and frost.

Under the dead tree sat an old Buddhist monk, skinny, as still as water, a linen clothes, old robes and beads.

This old monk is as lifeless as a rock, but the Buddha Yun burns from the heart, making people respect.

"Senpai?"

Yan Wuyi shouted worriedly, but the other party did not respond, so he slowly stepped into the dojo, wanting to see his true face.

Looking at the image of the old monk, it is inevitable to sigh in my heart, the person in front of me has a childish face, a majestic face like an immortal in the mortal dust, a breeze and bright moon red rolling robe, two sleeves of yin and yang to create and transform the Yun, the benevolent face is golden and bright, and the color is jade.

The palm knots the Dharma seal, the body is a jade lotus, a burst of thick Buddha light purifies the world, and a little bit of profound Buddhism cleanses the soul and soul.

I saw him lazily open his blazing eyes, and smile at Yan Wuyi with kindness.

"Fellow Daoist, the poor monk has been waiting for a long time. ”

Words are like the heavenly voice of the guru, deep words can make people think deeply, deep words always grab people's thoughts, it can be seen that the depth of attainment, the depth of the heritage, the depth of the Buddha nature.

Yan Wuyi was shocked when he heard this, and he was stunned again.

Although I know that it is a vision of the real machine, I am deeply immersed in it, and my whole body is true.

"Waiting a long time?"

Slowly speaking of doubts, Yan Wuyi was quite confused: "Why did the master say this?"

"Besides, at the beginning of the kid's martial arts, how can he be called a master Taoist friend just by chance. ”

The old monk shook his head slightly, and the Buddha's smile made people feel close, and it was majestic and solemn.

"Why can't it be called? Everything in the world has a spirit, all living beings are equal, the way of the poor monk is the way, and your way is also the way, so why stick to your way and my law, and cultivate up and down. ”

Listening to his calm words, like a wonderful true sound in the ears, the suspense does not dissipate, which makes people think about it and have a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

"Fellow Daoist, please take a seat. ”

The old monk was not in a hurry to answer Yan Wuyi's other question, but his eyes lit up, and Yan Wuyi had an old and simple futon in front of him.

Another stream of Buddha's light flowed around, manifesting an antique round wooden purple table, on which were placed blue and white pots and jade porcelain cups.

The pot is quiet and moving, and the tea is fragrant and rhymes.

Suddenly, the fragrance came to the nose, making Yan Wuyi feel calm, like knowing the rhyme, and the aftertaste was endless.

"Please use tea. The old monk waved his palm, and a ball of spiritual light flickered, and he poured a cup of tea for Yan Wuyi.