At this moment, in the north of Tianzhu, chaos is spreading, and invaders from Persia are trampling everything here at this moment, although more than 2,000 years ago, the battle was simple and barbaric.

But the civilization from Persia, compared to the long-shattered Tianzhu civilization, is still in a state of crushing.

One country after another was shattered, and the people here were prostrate into slavery.

Children taller than wheels are being mercilessly slaughtered, and killing has become the only main theme in this land.

Even the few remaining states can only tremble under the roar of war, waiting for their own destruction.

Lear walked through the slaughter and the flames of war.

He didn't intervene.

For Lear.

This is true of war, so of peace.

So the killing, so the tranquility.

Everything is the Way.

The so-called Taoist.

The Tao can be the way, and the non-constant way is also; The name can be named, the non-permanent name can also be the way, and the non-constant name can also be the way.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs. The saints are unkind, and they use the people as dogs. Between heaven and earth, it is like a key and? Empty but not sluggish, heel and out. It is better to keep in the middle than to hear more and be poor.

In heaven and earth, there is freedom in its truth.

Feeling the heaven and earth at this time and the fire of war is undoubtedly also a kind of practice.

And a figure like him should have stood out in this war, but he miraculously integrated into the whole world.

Ordinary people are simply unaware of his presence.

Whether it is the people of Persia or the people of Tianzhu.

Until his figure crossed the flames of war.

A young man's gaze was involuntarily attracted, his eyes were filled with infinite aura, and he seemed to be extraordinary when he was born.

More than 20 years ago, in the midst of the Chinese world, the Kapila Guardian in the southeast of China was located.

The son of King Johan, the king of Kapila, was born.

His figure was born, and after the legend was born, he pointed to the sky with one finger and one point, saying: Heaven and the world, I am the only one!.

So much so that the aura from southern China was pulled over by him.

It also made him smart since he was a child.

He has excellent understanding, and when he was a teenager, he developed a good habit of thinking and asking questions. His father, King Johan, hoped that he would become a "Wheel Saint King" when he grew up, and intended to cultivate him. He ordered his son, along with about 10,000 children of the Shakya clan, to study at the school where the calligrapher Bhadrani was taught. Shakyamuni soon came to the fore. The mage was often amazed at his erudition. In addition, he also studied philosophy, rhyme, arithmetic, mathematics, calendar, rituals, prayer, yokai, art, snakes, and many other knowledge and skills.

Until one day Siddhartha went out of the city to play, and saw an old man with a wooden stick, moving with difficulty, and after walking a short distance, he saw a sick man lying in the mud, and he was pecking at a corpse by a flock of birds. He asked a passer-by what was going on, and the passer-by said, "It's really rare and strange, this kind of thing happens often, and it's not the first time."

After returning to the palace, he has been thinking about this problem, very bored and distressed. He wondered: Isn't it possible for a person's life to be free from the pains of birth, old age, sickness, and death? Another day, Siddhartha saw a man dressed in tattered clothes and holding a clay bowl, looking leisurely, rich and happy. The prince asked his attendants who it was. The attendant said, "This is a monk." Siddhartha hurriedly bowed to the monk and asked him why he was so happy. The assitic said to him, "The world is impermanent, and only monks can be liberated." ”

In that year, Siddhartha put on his robe and began to become a monk.

Even if his father did everything he could to stop him, it didn't make any sense.

And his practice also began.

He traveled around to find famous scholars to study philosophy, and followed ascetics to learn the Tao. At that time, the so-called "asceticism" was popular in India.

But this still did not allow him to find the possibility of the Tao.

Even when he was almost mentally and physically exhausted, he still got nothing.

Until this day, he saw an old man in a trance, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

At this moment, he seemed to see the Tao.

I saw the law of everything.

His figure involuntarily followed.

And in the face of the figure that followed, Li Er didn't care, didn't say, didn't care.

And the young man didn't say anything, but just watched quietly.

Look at what Lear said and did.

For Siddhartha, this seems to be the way.

The figure followed.

And this one goes.

That's almost three years.

Three years.

Siddhartha drank the morning dew when he was thirsty, and ate the leaves when he was hungry.

The idea gradually melted into the whole heaven and earth.

And he didn't know how much dirt there was on his body, and his hair had changed from the original dense and green silk to curly.

It's just that no one cares about this at this moment.

The same is true of Siddhartha himself.

Three years, although most of the time, he just watched, but these three years seem to have allowed him to vaguely find his own way.

It was an existence he had never touched.

Such a harvest is already greater than everything for him.

As for the rest, that was out of his mind.

Just as when he was doing penance, he could forget his tiredness, his hunger, his everything.

The same is true today.

"Almost!"

A whispering voice spoke, and Siddhartha's gaze couldn't help but look ahead.

Just looking at it, his movements couldn't help but pause.

And with him paused.

The green bull in front of him also slowly stopped.

"Your home lies ahead."

"Aren't you going back and seeing?"

The old voice spoke, and Lear's eyes turned to Siddhartha.

The voice came from the divine will, and Siddhartha could hear it clearly, even in different languages.

At this moment, the flames of war are spreading.

The Persian conquest has clearly spread here.

Although Kapila is still far enough away from the roar of the Persians, three years is enough for the Persians to set foot here.

Siddhartha's face showed anger, then relief, and then compassion.

"Monks have no home!"

"It's good, it's good, it's gone, it's a hundred."

"Sir, my home lies in the Tao and the Fa."

"As Mr. said, the word is in the sky."

Siddhartha folded his hands on his face and sighed softly.

At this moment, there seemed to be a sense of relief on his face.

A shackle in my heart seemed to be broken at this moment.

It's just that whether this is a shackle or not, no one knows.

"What is the Tao and what is the Law?"

"What is monasticism?"

After a moment of silence, Lear spoke again.

There are no reviews and no representations.

"Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and it should be viewed as such. The mind should be born without dwelling, and the mind should be born without dwelling. Why? All appearances are false, and if you see things that are not appearances, you will see them as they are. ”

"Cultivators, contemplation of the Bodhisattva. When walking deep in Prajnaparamita. Seeing that the aggregates are empty, and all suffering is overcome. Relic. The color is not different from the emptiness. Empty and not heterochromatic. Color is emptiness. Emptiness is color. Knowing what to do. And so it goes. Relic. It is the emptiness of all laws. Neither born nor destroyed. Not dirty or clean. Neither increase nor decrease. It is colorless in the air. There is no need to know what to do. No eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind. Colorless sound and fragrance touch. No vision. and even the unconscious. Ignorance. There is no end to ignorance. And even no old age and death. There is no old age and death. No suffering, gathering and extinguishing the way. There is no wisdom and no gain. for nothing."

Siddhartha's voice rose, and the intertwining of divine consciousness loomed in his body, and wisps of golden light began to bloom from his body.

As the shackles were broken, a touch of rhyme loomed at this moment.

At this moment, he has been following Li Er for three years, and what he has seen and heard, he has already realized something in his heart.

And this enlightenment is turning into his own Tao bit by bit.

With the opening of the shackles.

Dao rhyme spreads.

It's just not completely spread yet.

Buddha light is a little restrained.

Clearly, his way was not perfect.

After all, it seems that there is still a little bit of it.

But at this moment, Le's voice rang out at the right time.

"The days are long, the earth is long. The reason why heaven and earth can last long is because they do not generate themselves, so they can live forever. It is the saint Rui who precedes his body and exists outside his body; It is not selfless, so it can become its selfishness.

Good is like water. Water is good for all things and quiet, and the people are evil, so it is more than the Tao. Live in a good place, have a good heart, give a good day, say good faith, govern well, do good things, and heel in good times. The husband is indisputable, so there is no especially."

Daoyin was filled with divine consciousness, and this moment was like opening a floodgate for Siddhartha at this moment.

His figure sat cross-legged.

As he sat cross-legged, the wisps of golden brilliance became more and more dazzling.

Rumble.

Heaven and earth trembled.

The next moment.

Streams of aura converged around him at this moment.

The aura from southern China began to be partially drawn at this moment.

At this moment, the moonlight is also sprinkled down at this moment.

Shining on Siddhartha's body, it also shines on this piece of heaven and earth.

Behind Siddhartha, a small leaf swayed rapidly at this moment.

A faint glow sprinkled down.

"Daoist, heaven and earth!"

"Your way lies in the sky, in people, and in your own body!"

Sighing softly, Lear's gaze glanced at Siddhartha, and then the figure gradually faded away.

Siddhartha, on the other hand, crossed his knees under the small tree, began to fall into an epiphany quietly.

The sun rises and the moon sets.

Flowers bloom and fall.

And these have nothing to do with Li Er anymore, his figure has already left.

Siddhartha's appearance was in the Tao for Lear.

He will not intervene and will not give.

Whether or not he can go out of his own way, that is what Siddhartha needs to realize.

It's not him.

His figure strides.

Walking in the north of Tianzhu,.

Then it gradually went south along the Tianzhu River.

He has seen many landscapes that have never been seen in China.

And two years later, his figure came to Green Ridge again.

At this moment, his goal was to continue along the legendary path of Zhou Tianzi's westward journey.

Legend has it that in the seventeenth year of King Mu, King Mu of Zhou ordered the driver to make his father, drove a treasure chariot pulled by eight horses for him, and personally led the people of the six divisions to visit the mother country of the West Queen. The Queen Mother rode the phoenix chariot and personally led the fairies to welcome the guests from afar. After the guest and host gave the ceremony, the Queen Mother of the West invited King Mu to visit the fairyland where she lived: Xuanpu, Kunlun Palace, Tianyong City, Qianli City, Anjintai, Yaochi, and entertained King Zhou Mu with mountain treasures.

"I don't know if there is still the Queen Mother of the West on this day!"

A whispering voice spoke, and Lear's figure stepped into Central Asia.

It then passed through the two river basins.

In this day and age, this land is almost separated from the curse of China and Europe.

But there was no problem with Li Er at this time.

His figure followed in the footsteps of the Persians through the valley of the two rivers into Western Asia, and from there into Egypt.

By the time of the sixth century B.C., Egyptian civilization had long since been shattered.

Only the pyramid dotted the entire vast land.

And with the loading of the world background.

History has also quietly changed.

In the original pyramid, it was the tomb of the ancient Egyptian kings.

But at this moment, the pyramid vaguely seemed to have some unusual abilities again, but no one was until this now.

Until Li Er's figure came to this piece of yellow sand, covering the world with yellow sand.

His realization was involuntarily intrigued.

Chinese.

Luoyi.

In the storage room.

Jiang Chen was originally looking at the book in his hand, but he couldn't help but stop at this moment, his gaze seemed to have a sense in the dark, looking into the distance.

"Have you arrived?"

He muttered to himself, his eyes as if he had seen a heavy distance, frozen in Egypt.

Huge pyramids stand there.

If you look down from the sky, these pyramids seem to have vaguely turned into a huge formation, spreading from Egypt to the Americas, and this huge formation is like gathering the power of the essence of the sun and the moon in the world.

Let the vitality of the whole earth continue to increase.

As a result, the entire planet around the solar system has completely fallen silent.

When history is rewritten, when the original myth becomes reality.

Then everything in reality will also be rewritten by the followers.

The pyramids, which were originally only used as tombs for the kings of Egypt, and the pyramids from the American continent, quietly appeared at this moment with some new changes.

And their role seems to be a little different again.

Waiting for the moment when someone finds out.

And where history will go now, I am afraid that even God cannot know.

The world has completely changed.

The trajectory is no longer on the road it used to be.

Mythology, which seems to be not a simple legend into reality.

Rather, the whole world is included in the system that belongs to China.

The pages of the book in his hand were turning gently.

The moonlight is slowly falling down.

A new day is quietly coming.

Extraterrestrial.

The planets seem to have a little more brilliance at this moment.

The changes in the solar system do not know when they began to change slowly, although they are not large, but they have been continuing.

It seems that the rewriting of the earth has begun to spread beyond the earth.

It's just that at this moment, no one has been able to reach the outside of the earth.

(End of chapter)