"Whether it's the Bodhi Buddha or the old man, it's just a façade, if you look at it, you're wrong. Have you ever heard of the phrase Bodhi is incompatible? ”

The old man in cloth asked Ding Xiaoyi with a smile.

After hearing the words of the old man in cloth, Ding Xiaoyi was also puzzled, and he had never heard of this sentence.

"What do you mean by Bodhi's incomprehensible appearance?" Ding Xiaoyi asked curiously to the old man in cloth.

The old man in cloth just stroked the long beard under his chin, and he looked at Ding Xiaoyi with a smile.

"There is no heart and path, this is Bodhi, and it is the Bodhi flower you are looking for."

The old man in cloth replied slowly to Ding Xiaoyi.

After listening to the old man's answer, Ding Xiaoyi was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect that the Bodhi flower would be like this.

What does the Bodhi flower look like without a heart and no Taoism, he is very curious.

"Your heart has been fused with the old man's Buddha blood, this is just one of the Buddha blood of the old man's heart, but it is enough for you." The old man in cloth said to Ding Xiaoyi again.

"Senior, didn't you say that Bodhi has no appearance, and the Buddha is also one of your minds, so don't you have a heart and a Tao." Ding Xiaoyi asked the old man in cloth puzzled.

"What the old man said is that Bodhi has no appearance, not that the old man has no appearance."

The old man in cloth showed a warm smile, and he said calmly to Ding Xiaoyi.

Hearing the mysterious words of the old man in cloth, Ding Xiaoyi was even more confused, he didn't know what the old man in cloth really meant.

"Don't you still understand, the Bodhi Tree Bodhi Flower is actually inherent, and the old man naturally has a heart-to-heart relationship. You've come to the old man's cave, so it's necessary for the old man to tell you this! ”

The old man in cloth said to Ding Xiaoyi with a smile again.

"So the Bodhi tree doesn't have a specific form, it just appears as a consciousness or a form that we can't imagine, right?"

Ding Xiaoyi then understood, and he asked the old man in cloth again.

"Yes, the children can be taught." The old man in cloth nodded with satisfaction and said.

"Senior, is the blood pool specially reserved for juniors?" Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but ask the old man in cloth.

He felt that the appearance of the blood pool was not accidental, and it was precisely because he fused the huge blood viscera of the altar below the sand city that it inspired the blood pool of this Bodhi Cave Ruin.

"It can also be said that after all, you are the only one in the eternity who is barely qualified to fuse the old man's Buddha blood. But you have to remember that your heart is not your own, it can be taken by someone else at any time, and maybe someone will take it after it is completely perfect. ”

Then the old man in cloth said solemnly to Ding Xiaoyi.

Hearing the warning words of the old man in cloth, Ding Xiaoyi's heart sank slightly.

He really never thought about this problem, he always thought that all this was his chance, and everything was obtained by his own efforts.

After hearing the words of the old man in cloth, Ding Xiaoyi's face changed slightly.

He felt a chill all over his body.

If this was a conspiracy, then wouldn't all this cultivation be wasted.

Wouldn't the heart and limbs he had received be able to make wedding dresses for others?

Thinking of this, a thin layer of dense sweat oozed from Ding Xiaoyi's forehead.

He looked at the old man in cloth with a warm smile on his face, and he knew that the old man in cloth was not alarmist, but reminded him.

"But it can all be a game, you are the chess piece, there are two chess players, it depends on whose chess skills are better."

The old man in cloth said to Ding Xiaoyi with a smile again.

"Seniors, if the juniors don't want to be chess pieces, what should the juniors do?"

Ding Xiaoyi asked the old man in cloth sincerely.

Although he was already in that chess game, he would not be able to make that chess piece.

His fate will not be in the hands of others, he will become a chess player, and his fate will be in his own hands.

He had thought about this question before, he had only gotten these opportunities in the face of nine deaths, and he felt that it was impossible for someone to deliberately manipulate all this.

His heart and his limbs were all obtained by his own death, and his fate was his fate, not deliberately arranged by someone.

After hearing the words of the old man in cloth, he suddenly came to his senses.

It's not that his luck is good, but that his fate seems to have been arranged, and the opportunities he gets may eventually make them a wedding dress.

"If you don't want to be a chess piece, you have to be able to jump off the board, do you understand?"

The old man in cloth replied with a smile to Ding Xiaoyi.

There was a hint of approval in his wise eyes, and he seemed to affirm Ding Xiaoyi's struggle.

"How can you jump out of the chess game?" Ding Xiaoyi pondered for a moment, and then he asked the old man in cloth.

"To jump out of the chess game is to detach yourself from your own destiny, and only by detaching yourself from your destiny can you jump out of the chess game, and you will become another chess player, and your destiny will be your own master."

The Buddha glow around the cloth-clothed old man began to dim, this is a doppelganger.

"Become a chess player and break free from the shackles of fate." Ding Xiaoyi muttered to himself in a low voice.

There was a decisive glint in his eyes.

He knew what he was supposed to do.

He cannot allow his fate to be in the hands of others.

It looks like he has to find the Destiny Nirvana Stone as soon as possible, so that he will have a chance of winning.

Just when Ding Xiaoyi was secretly thinking in his heart, the figure of the old man in cloth had completely disappeared.

And Ding Xiaoyi's body was swept up by a powerful force, and his body was uncontrollably swept into a dim environment by that mysterious force.

"What the hell is this place, isn't it the ruins of the Bodhi Cave?" Xuanyuan Wenjie's impatient voice came from his ears.

With the help of the dim light, Ding Xiaoyi saw that everyone was walking on a rugged mountain road.

Surrounded by the strange rocky cliffs, he looked slightly stunned.

"Brother Ding, why do you say this Bodhi Cave Ruins look so gloomy, is this the Bodhi Cave Ruins?"

Xuanyuan Wenjie asked Ding Xiaoyi curiously again.

"This should be the ruins of the Bodhi Cave, don't you feel the faint Buddha power?"

Ding Xiaoyi had already felt a faint Buddha power diffuse, and he replied to Xuanyuan Wenjie.

It seems that they didn't find out when they met with the Bodhi Buddha's mind clone, and it was just counting the time.

Everyone should have jumped into the pool of blood, and only he knew the true purpose of the pool.

That pool of blood is the Buddha blood of the Bodhi Buddha, and that Buddha blood has been devoured by his heart, which is why he is so sensitive to that Buddha power.

"What Buddha power, why didn't we sense it?" Xuanyuan Wenjie said to Ding Xiaoyi.

"Let's go ahead, there should be a ruined temple there."

Ding Xiaoyi had already sensed that there was a temple in front of him, within the range of his Buddha power perception.

"It's really fake, Brother Ding, don't lie to us." Xuanyuan Wenjie didn't seem to believe it, and he said to Ding Xiaoyi again.

"Let's go, why are you talking so much nonsense, we won't know when we get there."

Qingshu put his arm around Xuanyuan Wenjie's shoulders, and he said jokingly.

After passing through this rugged stone path, everyone appeared in a canyon, and only saw a deserted temple in everyone's sight.

Xuanyuan Wenjie couldn't help but show an excited expression on his face when he saw the abandoned temple, he wanted to rush towards the temple, but Ding Xiaoyi grabbed Xuanyuan Wenjie.

"Wait!" Ding Xiaoyi whispered to Xuanyuan Wenjie.

He looked at the ruined temple, and he saw what seemed to be a burly figure in the temple, a monk in a tattered robe.

Thinking of the experience of Shantai Tianwang, that monk should be the demon monk in the mouth of Shantai Tianwang.

"Wait a minute, there's a monk inside." Ding Xiaoyi reminded everyone.

Everyone's hearts sank, and their eyes showed a vigilant gaze.

Dongfang Bai had already drawn out the fairy sword, and his eyes were staring at the deserted temple with a sharp light.

Perhaps sensing Dongfang Bai's sharp eyes, the monk in the temple slowly raised his head, and his eyes looked towards everyone.

There was a vertical and horizontal magic in those deep eyes.

Ding Xiaoyi was slightly stunned, the monk was formless and incorporeal, like a demonic qi that could not be seen through.