Xu He opened his eyes, and a long retreat was over, leaving only a dim space in the room, the gray walls replaced by mottled dirt, and in front of him was no longer the door of the wing, but dirt.

He was already buried in the ground.

It's not that he died, since he realized my Buddha, Xu He feels that the world is open, and he no longer has the so-called five decays of heaven and man, and his life span is endlessly extended.

It may not be endless, but at least a thousand years.

Xu He peeled off the dirt and saw the light of day again, when he saw the dense flowers and trees, and his temple had disappeared.

The bones of his friends have already turned into a pinch of loess, and only a little aura remaining in the soil can still tell the place of his burial.

"Amitabha."

Xu He lowered his head and chanted a Dharma name.

With a wave of his hand, the soil was shaped, the trees moved, and in an instant, a small temple reappeared.

Just like that year.

The next day, the fallen leaves in the forest drifted to the door, and the old monk picked up a broom again to sweep it.

After more than ten years like this, Xu He suddenly wanted to go out to have a look, so he walked out.

After 10 years of wandering around the cumbersome and cultivation world, the sect shuffled and the dynasty changed. Thousands of years have passed, and except for those sects with a long heritage, most sects can only last for three generations before declining.

Many even died in the second generation.

If the strong man at the level of the founding patriarch leaves, he will soon die out in the long river of history.

Xu He finally visited the Shangqing Palace, and the contemporary head of the family received him.

"What is the matter with this master?"

"Lao Wei once had an old man named Li Shengxian, and now a thousand years have passed, and I miss it very much when I think of it again. I don't know if there is an old man in the Shangqing Palace, or a disciple? ”

Xu He asked.

A thousand years of time is enough to consume most people, but the inheritance can last for 10,000 years, and a thousand years is not too long for inheritance.

I remember that Li Shengxian had several Taoist couples, and I don't know if there are descendants.

The head of the contemporary Shangqing Palace was stunned for a long time, Xu He was a little strange, only a thousand years later, no one knew the name of the deceased?

"Li Shengxian ......" the head of the sect pondered for a while, "There is indeed such a senior in the door, but I am not impressed, there should be records in the classics." ”

Later, the head of the Shangqing Palace took Xu He to rummage through the records, and indeed found traces of Li Shengxian, a few descriptions.

Rao is Xu He was also a little dissatisfied, and said: "What kind of demeanor did Brother Li have back then, but now it is only the past thousand years, why is there only a few strokes left?" ”

"Uh...... Perhaps the books in the collection of the door have been lost. After all, the Shangqing Palace has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, dating back to the ancient years, and there are too many powerful predecessors. However, if it has only been a thousand years, there should be a record on the side of the Gongfa Pavilion. ”

The contemporary head of the Shangqing Palace took him to the Gongfa Pavilion again.

Generally speaking, the exercises are the easiest to pass on because there are always people who learn them.

Life deeds and the like, unless they are supreme masters, or people with great merits, generally speaking, they will dissipate after a few thousand years.

It is rare for Li Shengxian to have only a few strokes left in the millennium.

In the Gongfa Pavilion, the two searched for several months, but they never found a copy.

"This ......"

"That's how the Shangqing Palace treats my friend?"

Xu He's eyes moved slightly, although he was dissatisfied, he was never really angry.

It finally turned into a sigh.

"That's it, let the old man help him write a book, a life, a practice."

The two of them used to discuss the Tao together, and the philosophy of cultivation between them was unusually the same, as if they were from the same school. This also established a deep friendship for them, such a Taoist friend is hard to find in the world.

Xu He picked up the pen, wrote down the three characters of Li Shengxian, and then began to write his life.

He only wrote less than a hundred words, and his whole body was wet with sweat, as if he had experienced a big war.

Xu He turned to write down the Lei Fa discussed by the two, but he couldn't write a word, whenever the tip of the pen touched the paper, it seemed that the ink on the hair was like a thousand mountains.

Why?

He finally left full of doubts, because for some reason there was always an indescribable heaviness in his heart in the Shangqing Palace.

Back at the small temple, it finally became relaxed.

Xu He was sure that he couldn't go down the mountain.

In the same year, a sapling inexplicably grew in the courtyard.

He called it Bodhi.

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Four thousand years old.

The Bodhi tree is already three meters tall and looks like an ordinary pine tree, emitting a soft light at all times, enveloping the entire small temple.

In this light, Xu He felt unprecedented peace of mind and ease. At this time, every step he took outside, he felt like he was carrying a mountain.

And this heaviness gets heavier as he comes into contact with more people.

Suddenly, one day, Bodhi spoke.

"Xu He."

Xu He was sweeping the floor, just glanced up, and then said, "The old man's name is often hidden." ”

Bodhi said: "Xu He is a gift from a supreme being, and it is also the foundation of your existence. Without that name, you'd disappear in an instant. ”

After that, Bodhi was silent any longer.

The next opening was a year later.

The Bodhi Tree recounted the topic of the previous time: "You need to hold on to the word Xu He at all times, and only by grasping these two words can you transfer the cause and effect of existence to the Supreme Being, and only He can help you bear it." ”

"Who is he?"

Xu He asked, and another year had passed since this question.

"I can't say, but he'll be born in 50,000 years." A ray of light fell from the linden tree, and a dim yellow fruit fell, half-buried in the fallen leaves.

"You are a human race, but you are not a normal human race. Eat this spirit fruit, and you will transform into an innate being, and go backwards for 50,000 years to meet him. ”

"Since that being is needed to bear the cause and effect and change our human race, wouldn't it be the opposite?" Xu He is not completely ignorant.

He knew that he was caught in the chess game of the so-called supreme existence, and there was no room for resistance, but there was no need to resist.

Xu He even took this kind of thing for granted.

After a little thought, you can understand that maybe you are one of the incarnations, so why do you need to listen to Bodhi's words?

If it comes, it will be safe.

His life was plain and insipid, practicing Buddhism and chanting scriptures, without worry and pain, which was enough. Now that the Buddha's path is complete, and I understand the true meaning of my Buddha, what do you want?

Bodhi said, "You are not a real creature yet. ”

This time Bodhi Tree said two words, and Xu He thought that his power or some kind of interference was stronger. Xu He then tried to cut down the tree, but after decades of trying to no avail.

Bodhi revived again, the tree grew 10 times taller, and there was an extra face in the middle, saying, "It seems that you don't believe me." ”

"The old man believes, but it is not necessary." Xu He swept the floor as always.

"A long time ago, I vaguely dreamed of memories that I was a house slave, then a barefoot doctor, and then a thief......"

"Now, I have lived for 4,000 years, which is not as long as those decades. An old friend described the old man as a zombie, confused, and unaware of tomorrow. ”

"You're a lot like him."

The linden tree can see some familiar shadows.

Transparent and detached.

If the other party is an ordinary person, then if he is contaminated with his breath, even if he can be regarded as a hero, it will not end well.

The power of mortals cannot lift the power of saints.

So Xu He lost in his previous life, and he lost from the beginning.

If you are a cultivator and are contaminated with a wisp of immortal energy, then you will be as smooth as you are now.

Xu He is not the incarnation of Li Changsheng, he can only be regarded as a hair and a thought that grows out of the other party.

Now all Pan Gu has to do is to pull him out.

As for how to extract?

It's very simple, it hardly requires much skill, just tell the other person one thing.

Li Changsheng is far more than Buddhism.

The linden tree fell silent again.

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10,000 years.

Xu He's calculations are like this, he didn't actually live that long. Since I was completely isolated from the outside world, there was no communication, and time was meaningless.

During this period, he was still studying the Dharma, and his cultivation was still improving, step by step, the peak of the ancient holy king could become my Buddha.

Suddenly, one day.

Outside the door walked a woman, gray-haired, tired-faced, and lifeless.

The old monk raised his head, saw the woman smiling, and said, "Master Muyu, how are you doing lately?" ”

Mu Yu, this is the name given by the old monk. There is no special meaning, just because the other party has changed into a wooden fish, and then considering its identity, it is homophonic.

Heaven and earth are sexless, but all things are divided into yin and yang.

Mu Yu smiled lightly: "The master hasn't seen him for a long time, but there are five decays of heaven and man?" ”

"I have attained enlightenment, I have lived a long life, but I have no worries about my life. The reasons for this are quite complex and inconvenient to disclose. ”

Xu He shook his head, and suddenly a feeling of tiredness and heaviness came to him, as if his time was moving again at this moment.

Mu Yu didn't delve into it, and said, "Master, I'm full of evil energy, can I solve it?" ”

"Yes." Xu He nodded without thinking, and from the moment she entered the door, she noticed that under the thick death aura of the other party, there was a bad aura.

"But before that, can you tell the old man where the evil spirit comes from?"

"I heard that there is a Yellow Spring in the far west, and there is an opportunity for sanctification, so I spent thousands of years to set foot in the Yellow Spring. In the end, he didn't see one of them, but he was injured. Mu Yu replied.

Her reason is that the strong are sparse and ordinary, and heaven and earth like her are like carp crossing the river. The end of the strong will either die in battle, or seek to break through and die.

Very few die of old age.

"Amitabha, the old man will do everything in his power to help the donor. There is only one thing to tell you, even if you are rescued, I am afraid that you will not live long, no more than 100 years. ”

Xu He began to use Buddhism to dispel the evil qi for Mu Yu, and it only took a year for the evil qi to dissipate.

After a few more years, Mu Yu turned into a yellow-brown jade.

Mu Yu, pawn.

Xu He's eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't understand why this was the case.

Bodhi Tree spoke again: "The supernatural power is less than the number of days, the years here are all in the past, and Mu Yu's death is already doomed." ”

"If you want to turn fiction into reality, there is only one way."

"How?"

Xu He asked.

When he asked this question, he had undergone an irreversible transformation.

"In 50,000 years, the Buddha in your mouth will be born, and then you just have to kill him or affect him. You will seize the opportunity to become him. ”

"No."

Xu He shook his head and buried Mu Yu.

Bodhi Tree said: "Your current cultivation can decide where to put a piece of jade, she can't set off any wind and waves, and there is no cause and effect." ”

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It's autumn again.

Bodhi asked, "You can learn the true meaning of the Buddha's path." ”

"Amitabha, my Buddha is complete." Xu He replied without hesitation.

"The Buddha is only one of them, a tenth of him."

Bodhi left these words, and he regained his composure again. The old monk was left alone in place, and did not move for a long time.

My Buddha is just one of them?

Just one of them?

Xu He's emotions erupted like a volcano at this moment, and thousands of thoughts rushed by, shocked, unbelievable, greedy and naïve.

When Li Shengxian died, he did not have any waves, because it was human nature.

When Mu Yu died, although she couldn't do anything, she chose this path by herself, and she couldn't force it when she hit it.

But only Buddhism, the things that Xu He pursued all his life were the only things he couldn't deal with calmly.

The body trembled violently, and something seemed to be being conceived in the depths of the altar. It was a shackle, a shackle as thin as a spider's silk.

After Xu He appeared in Bodhi, he had already discovered his own unusualness after exploration. It is as if he is not contained by heaven and earth, and his own existence is not revealed to heaven.

At the same time, the depths of the spiritual platform are a "shackles".

He called it that, because the shackles had no coercive force. The slightest hint of resistance from him could cut it off.

Maybe you can become a living being, or maybe you can integrate into this world.

But it is not necessary.

Volunteerism is the most unbreakable shackle, and Xu He doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with him now.

He has already comprehended that my Buddha has a thousand faces, and perhaps he is one of them.

But all of a sudden, someone told me that the Buddha was only a tenth of that being. My Buddha is not "me", but a part.

So what kind of Buddha is left?

Click.

With a crisp sound, Xu He suddenly came back to his senses, revealing an indescribable sense of ease.

Bodhi Tree opened his eyes again and said with relief: "You have become half a living being, and if you can get rid of these past years, you may have achieved a lot of things." But alas, you're no longer him, and there's nothing to do with him except your name. ”

Xu He is dead, and the person in front of him is no longer the Xu He he used to be.

"Why?"

"A hair falls to the ground, is he a human being?"

The Bodhi Tree fell silent again, wondering when the next awakening would be?

This place, this person, this thing, this is the first time since the beginning of the world. This is the first time that Pan Gu has applied the way of time to such an extent, and the pressure he is under is immeasurable, and the consequences are even more unpredictable.

Xu He was silent for a long time, neither crying nor making trouble, silently picking up the scriptures handed down by the Bodhi tree many years ago

"Little Five Thunder Rectification"

Rumble!

Thunder roared.

Xu He sat cross-legged on the ground and practiced, and suddenly one day he comprehended the thunder method, and a familiar feeling came to his heart.

In the past, what he practiced and understood was not heaven and earth, but my Buddha. A Buddha who can't be seen, touched, indescribable, but real.

He thought it was a Buddha, but it wasn't.

A person, a blurred figure.

For 20,000 years, the small temple has not moved.

For 30,000 years, there were thunderstorms from time to time, bombarding the Bodhi tree.

Xu He was swept away by one of the heavenly thunderbolts, and the thunder tore through his flesh, half of his body was scorched black, and he was almost broken by his waist.

For 40,000 years, Xu He could no longer travel, and he could not take a step.

In 50,000 years, a faint glow erased the small temple, and Xu He had already escaped into the void with the help of Bodhi.

He stands in nothingness, not in the five elements, not in samsara.

This is the method of escaping into the years of the pan gourd.

"Another thousand years." The voice of the linden tree was faint, and its light became more and more dim.

"Are we going to die?"

Xu He looked ahead, he was taught by Bodhi to a higher level, and he was only one step away from establishing a dojo. And such a cultivation has long exceeded his limit, and he was forcibly promoted to this point.

Bodhi also said that he has a high foundation, otherwise it would be impossible for others to practice to such a point.

He saw a blurred back a thousand years later.

He raised his hand to pursue, but it was thousands of mountains.

A thousand, this thousand years is a hurdle that he will never be able to cross.

"Perhaps."

Pan Gu appeared in shape, and this step he completely stepped into the game, advancing time by another 500 years.

Five hundred years later, there is one more dynasty in the world, just like countless dynasties in the past tens of thousands of years.

They are all subordinates of Xianmen, and the final return of capable people and strong people is to pursue the avenue.

But it is different, it stands in history, and no one can move it.

The previous tens of millions of dynasties were all sandcastles, but now they are pure gold stones.

Because a supreme being will be born in this dynasty, even if it is only a little touch, it is enough to make history remember and make the years unshakable.

Thundered.

The heavens and the earth shook, and a vague figure stepped into the air, another supreme existence.

Xu He couldn't see through the other party.

Daewoo Yansheng suppressed his voice and said, "Can it be done?" ”

Pan Gu said: "He won't stop me, this is my only chance." ”

“.” Daewoo Yansheng was silent for a while, and then decided to push it.

Because it's really an opportunity.

The incarnation of Daewoo Yansheng is integrated into Pang, and the history is further three hundred years.

A village of clear water appeared, sparse and common names, and half of the names of the villages built along the river were related to water.

Thundered!

A clear light broke through the long river of history and continued to advance history in place of Daewoo Yansheng.

The power of the Heavenly Dao, Dao Venerable.

Two hundred years. One hundred and Chinese New Year's Eve. Ten years a year.

The Seven Apertures of the Pan Gu began to bleed, the Lingtai began to shatter, and the immortal Phaseless Dao Fruit also wavered.

He didn't cry over the scars, but he smiled at the infinite proximity to that back.

"Going against the current for 50,000 years just for this move, it's magnificent!"

"What should I do?"

Xu He was confused, and Pan Gu replied: "Do you know the madness of seeking the Tao?" ”

The words fell, and when Xu He came back to his senses, he had already fallen outside Qingshui Village, and he was only a hundred steps away from the village.

He looked back at the void and saw only the last fallen leaf of the Bodhi tree, but in the darkness, there were three supreme beings who promoted him and sent him to the time when the 'Buddha' was born.

Xu He took a step, and every step he took out was like a thousand mountains pressing on his body, and every inch of flesh and soul was trembling.

"The Buddha is right in front of you."

Running desperately, even if the cultivation is in ruins, even if the body collapses.

See, see! Meet the birth of my Buddha!

Suddenly, there was a baby's cry in the village, and there was a fairy road.

An avenue appears, and one person walks alone, and no one else can be tolerated.

Xu He turned into foam with the appearance of the voice, and the three figures behind him tried to save him, but in the end, he was also swept into it and suddenly fell into the tsunami undercurrent.

Any struggle seems powerless.

Burst!

Pan Gu spat out most of his life with a mouthful of blood, and the holy blood dripped onto the chessboard, and he struggled to support his body and looked up at the front.

Hopefully he'll change a bit.

Li Yi stood still like a rock, and in the face of the three Wuxiang shots, he just said lightly.

"Do you all like to dream?"

Pan Gu completely fainted.

(End of chapter)