The real machine will be transmitted, and the qi will gradually disappear.

It's just an illusion of streamer, so when Yan Wuyi is willing to accept the ordinary words, the mission of the Kukya Buddha's true machine is almost complete.

There is no quality, no order, no high or low, and everything depends on how much the recipient of the Dharma can cultivate.

The Tao is endless, and only the indescribable changes between heaven and earth are accompanied.

"Master?"

Yan Wuyi's face turned pale suddenly, and he was shocked by the appearance of Kukya Buddha's instant withering.

"There is nothing to do, and there is no other way. ”

The old monk smiled calmly, ignoring the changes in aging and ignoring the exhaustion of the Quartet, there is a calm rhyme of heaven and earth moving but not moving, which is amazing.

Then the dry branch-like fingers were drawn in the air, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, and the Buddha was fluttering.

In a moment, he drew three ordinary words into the sky, and in an instant, the wind whistled in the dojo, and the Buddha's light soared into the sky.

"What a mysterious technique!"

Yan Wuyi's eyes were hot, and he was suddenly shocked, as if he was immersed in the mysterious artistic conception of the ancient monk's Braille.

The mystical method practiced by Kuka is more like an art containing endless treasures.

And what a mystery is the amazing method of Dao Xiancheng, it is really a great luck to be able to see it personally.

"Fellow Daoist, don't get distracted. ”

Seeing that Yan Wuyi looked quite panicked, the old monk said hoarsely, and then turned the word into divine light and went straight to the door.

As soon as Yan Wuyi returned to his senses, the divine light transformed by the mortal words rushed like a golden ocean, and the Danhai sank.

It's just a moment, and it seems to be enlightened, and the enlightenment is on the spot, and the consciousness is unclear.

The green smoke of the dojo on all sides is dispersed, and the Buddha rhyme from all directions is like water. The word of this law is enough to shake the world.

The realm of the six knots is really low, and it is impossible to achieve the full inheritance of the Qingwu Fan Formula, so the Kukya Buddha passed on the wonderful method to the Danhai of Yan Wuyi's consciousness, and when the realm reaches the future, he can reveal the true machine a little bit and practice Qingwu.

"Through the ages, the sky is not old, the sea of blood is hard, and the heart is endless. ”

The old monk shook his head and smiled, perceiving the endless flow of spiritual inheritance in Yan Wuyi's consciousness in the Danhai, thinking that this young man was a great opportunity to be able to preach morality from Emperor Kong's relatives.

The gray old eyes looked at the young man who was meditating and comprehending the Fa, and then raised a kind smile.

"The real machine will disappear, and the poor monk will give you another thing. The old monk said with relief, and with a wave of the Buddha's hand, ten thousand gods rolled in like a command.

It's a silent recitation of the witty words, Mangying Bodhi.

The ancient Bodhi tree, which has withered for an unknown number of years, is shrouded by the magic of the old monk's method, slowly giving birth to emerald green shoots, green glow, full of vitality.

In the dojo, it seems that everything is changing, the four seasons are constantly turning, and the body of Kuga Buddha is gradually covered with crystal green along with the dry Bodhi tree, like the wind sweeping dust and sand, turning from reality to void, and finally dissipating.

The mystery of Buddhism is to nourish the tree with thoughts.

Looking around, only Yan Wuyi's body did not move, as if he had nothing to do with the world, silently suffering from the wonderful magic brought by the ordinary words.

As soon as the light turned, the clouds floated in the sky, and when Yan Wuyi kept his heart and comprehended the Qingwu Wonderful Law, Chu Ji also heard the master talking about the Tao in the image of the game between the two elders, and the master talked about chess.

"Unspeakable, unknowable. ”

A small pavilion in the mountains, dusk and dusk.

An old man with a ruddy face replied kindly, although the old man was as ordinary as an old man, with thick eyebrows and long beards and heavy wrinkles, and a thick and simple breath, wearing a robe of embroidered mountains and rivers, a robe of flowing clouds, like a fairy in the mountains, quiet and desireless.

Chu Jin's consciousness and soul have been retreating into the Great Dao Transformation True Machine for a long time, and when he heard the two elders in front of him arguing about the game, he only felt that he had benefited a lot, and his heart was also purified.

The old man who answered his doubts called himself Ling Quanzi, and Chu Jin asked him what the Fa was, what the Dao was, and what was the heart cultivated by the soul man?

Heaven and earth are all laws, birth and death are also laws, and true illusions are also laws, but it is difficult to reach a conclusion, the exercises and combat skills practiced by one's own body are the law, the supernatural powers are the law, the body is tempered and the heart is the law, and the enlightenment is the law, but what is the real law?

There is just a wonderful real opportunity, Chu Jin also asked what the heart is, and revealed the obscure doubts about his soul path, and found a way in ignorance, which is of great benefit to his own cultivation.

He also asked what the Tao is, the Tao is endless, there is no front and no back, and I hope to get some mysterious wisdom from the two masters.

Although Chu Jin grew up in the ancient family, he couldn't see through it.

Soul cultivators are the most taboo about Dharma obstacles, Dao barriers, and mental barriers, but they are often distressed by obstacles, and it is difficult to move forward in cultivation.

Ling Yunzi, who had never thought that the immortal wind in front of him, prevaricated with an unknowable and unquestionable sentence, and the white-haired old man who had another life also laughed and said nothing, Chu Ji inevitably felt pity, and thought: "Could it be that the three questions stumped the two masters?"

After all, not everyone can know the level of the Dao, and Chu Jin also felt that he was a little greedy, and wanted to contemplate the mysteries and step on the truth in one step.

Half a day passed in a hurry, but this game of chess was never finished, Lingquanzi Taoist Baizi thirty-one, white-haired old man Wu Su Heizi thirty-two.

The white son is in a half-encircled shape, the seven stars fall into the sky, the sky is blazing, there is a hidden dragon elephant churning, and the spiritual momentum is overflowing, it seems to be playing chess with thoughts and playing games with souls.

The black formation showed its edge, and its momentum was heavy, and on top of this chess game, two momentum clashes were formed, and no one retreated.

Chu Jin watched quietly, the real machine cannot be wasted, it is better to just watch chess.

Yin and Yang chess treasure accompanied, Chu Jin has been practicing chess since he was a child, his eyes swept away, and he had already understood the chess game in his heart.

Ling Quanzi seemed to just have a thought, a brilliant white chess piece rose mysteriously, and after thinking for a moment, it quietly fell, and the chess fell silently, and it did not stir up the slightest wave on the chessboard of the evolution of yin and yang, as if it should return to the position of the falling piece.

White chess has both a dazzling and dazzling light, as well as a simple and quiet light circulation, and has a strange trend that blends with nature, and the chess pieces start from the invisible and fall at the end.

"Why did Ling Quanzi put his son in a trapped place?" Chu Jin looked at Bai Zi's light fall, and felt surprised, Ling Quanzi's position as a son was a dead place, and he couldn't penetrate the overall situation.

Wu Su smiled and waved his hand, and a black chess piece suddenly turned out in his palm, like an immortal guiding the way, and he actually changed to read the method of imperial chess, moving slightly between his fingers, and then falling like picking the moon with a star, and instantly giving birth to a debut Dao fluttering rhyme, as if he could penetrate time and space, and the breath around him fluctuated, which was even more powerful.

The momentum of the black chess is even more profound, like a ray of dark light contained in the endless stars, and the vastness of the Xuan breath is quite the meaning of Ling Tian's laughter and smiling beings, and the move of the move is actually a little unreal.

Chu Jin dissipated the confusion of his consciousness, and looked carefully, but it was still difficult to understand the method, and he didn't know what the two old men meant.

But the moment the chess was dropped, this all-encompassing chess game began to move slowly, like the evolution of the heavens and stars, and the spiritual light flowing from the stars rose like clouds.