Xiao Xia is drawing talismans, and she keeps drawing talismans.

He didn't know where he was or what to do, and as soon as he sank into the seemingly endless ocean, all his consciousness collapsed, leaving only the last instinct to make him feel like he had to do something.

At this time, he saw the cloud pattern in front of him that he didn't know whether it was far or near or big or small, although the cloud pattern couldn't tell the shape at all, but since the moment he saw it, Xiao Xia felt the familiarity that he didn't know how many times he had touched and fiddled with since he was a child, and he immediately knew that it was a talisman. So he began to paint, no cinnabar yellow paper and nothing else, he simply painted with his hands, with his feet, with his head, with his eyes, from the simplest cloud pattern to the most complex compound rune array, he just simply wanted to draw the cloud pattern in front of him, to describe it. But no matter how much he tried to draw or describe it, he still didn't touch the most basic shape of the moire.

But fortunately, as he continued to paint, describe, and feel, the last little bit of wisdom slowly began to stabilize, and no longer continued to dissipate, and some memories of the talisman also began to recover, he remembered the first painting he drew on the master's robe when he was two years old, and he still remembered that when he was nine years old, he took a lot of effort and effort to draw the first cloud pattern, but he was scolded by the master for using the wrong piece of medium-grade talisman paper, and he still remembers that when he was eleven years old, he successfully drew a most basic dust-repelling talisman for the first time after the painting was wasted I don't know how many times, and he cried happily, but was ridiculed by the master。 When he was twelve years old, he sold the first lower nine-grade talisman he had drawn, and used the one or two or five coins of silver he sold to eat beef noodles until he vomited, but he forgot to leave the capital to buy cinnabar rune paper in the black wood forest, which is rumored to be the one from Zhang Tianshi, and the high-grade talisman earth ball given to him by the elder of Houtumen. The indescribable feeling of no fixed form in the high-grade talisman has always wanted to imitate but has never been able to find the slightest clue.

What is a symbol? Why is a symbol called a 'symbol'? Why is it not called a random name such as chicken, dog, pig, cow, wood, stone, etc., why is it called a symbol? What exactly is a character drawing?

Looking at the cloud pattern that seemed to be in front of him and seemed to be infinitely far away, it seemed to be extremely simple, and the shape that could be outlined with a single stroke, but it seemed that it could not be described at all and could not be seen clearly, Xiao Xia suddenly remembered the question that his master had asked when he was teaching him to draw talismans. What is Character?

Yes, what is a symbol? Is the one on the other side a symbol? If so, what kind of symbol is it? Why can't you draw it no matter how you draw it?

At this time, the surrounding ocean suddenly began to ripple. It was originally silent, but a chaotic ocean suddenly began to ripple, and a chanting sound like a murmur began to sound in this chaotic ocean. It was completely different from the faint electric light that had completely disappeared after a fleeting flash before. This time, the whole ocean was shaking, and the murmuring chanting was getting clearer and louder.

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The infinite and boundless sound of chanting vibrates and refines everything, and the infinite and boundless Buddha light penetrates and embraces all the qiē.

But at this point. But no one felt the slightest pressure. The sound of chanting is of course to shake every subtle part of the human body, as if the soul and mind are resonating in this sound, the Buddha light seems to illuminate the most private part of the human heart, but it does not give people a sense of rejection thousands of miles away, the tall and majestic feeling of worship that makes people tremble and worship, that only makes people feel a real deep cordiality, like a call from the ancient homeland that has long been forgotten for thousands of years.

Zhang Yuanling could still support it, and Tang chuckled and clenched his fists. A handsome face with green tendons and a hideous face, as if trying to resist the feeling brought to him by the light of the Buddha and the sound of chanting. Nangong Wuji's face was depressed and wanted to die, but it slowly turned into peace, while Luo Yuanhuan had already sat cross-legged with his hands folded and his face was serious, as if he was a devout monk who had been fasting for many years.

All they received was the aftermath of the aftermath, the sound of chanting and the light of the Buddha coming from the void in every direction, aimed at Xiao Xia. Waves of chanting and scriptures accumulated like a tidal wave, hitting him, the Buddha's light almost illuminated him as if it were transparent, and he was still floating in the air as before, and the mysterious cloud pattern was one, his eyes were dull and did not react in the slightest.

And above him floated a small stupa, which was the one that the old monk Huiguang had been holding in his hand before, and now it was suspended on him alone. The small umbrella that the snake Dao human body turned into before, the armor that the cyclone on Nangong Wuji's body, the black long sword turned into the big sword left by Tang Chengyi, and the earth spirit master who sat still on his knees slowly rotated around him and Mingyue.

Old Monk Huiguang doesn't look like Old Monk Huiguang anymore. If any Buddhist believer saw his appearance at this time, he would only immediately kneel down and kowtow, and his original ordinary appearance became extremely solemn, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and compassion in his eyes, which was already the same as the Buddha treasures enshrined in all Buddhist temples.

This is indeed the Buddha's Dharma Body, and this endless Buddha light is the supreme supernatural power of the Pure Land Zen Temple, the fundamental Dafa of the Pure Land Zen Temple, the light of the world, the transformation of a qiē outer way, the level of a qiē dry fight, and the derivation of a qiē divine power. This is not the power of the old monk Huiguang, but the supreme law that can be evolved with the help of the energy of the Ten Directions Pure World Glazed Relic Pagoda.

Virujana Buddha, also known as the Great Ri Nyorai, symbolizes the meaning of pure law in the three Buddhas, sitting alone in the center of the mandala, evolving a qiē Bodhisattva Vajra and even everything in the universe, the first cause of the infinite world since ancient times.

Of course, it is impossible for this true Great Dao Root to manifest any specific form in any way, let alone be touched by anyone, and this Dharma of the Root of Buddhism is only to be used as a reference, and it can only be as close as possible, and there will never be a day when it will be truly achieved. At present, the old monk Huiguang can only use the wisdom of thousands of wishes and the wisdom of countless generations of monks to forcibly urge himself to simulate this kind of Dafa with the power of Shakyamuni relics.

But at this very moment. In this peaceful, sacred, and flawless glass world, there was a slight cracking sound suddenly. A piece of Buddha light glass suddenly shattered as if it had been slashed by a sharp blade, revealing a thin crack.

"What are you doing to cover this piece of heaven and earth with supernatural powers in broad daylight? But what are you doing to do something unseemly?"

As this crack was born, a shouting and scolding also came into this pure and holy solemn Buddha land.

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Xiao Xia had already stopped what he was doing. He couldn't draw anymore. The waves around him have become more and more intense, bringing him up and down, and the rolling waves have almost covered the cloud pattern in front of him, and the sound of chanting from the past makes people have the idea of stopping.

But the most important reason is that Xiao Xia really can't draw it anymore, and he still can't sketch the talisman after trying all the methods. So what is it? What is it?

What exactly is a symbol? What is a symbol? With this last question. Xiao Xia gradually closed his eyes, letting the gradually violent waves push him away, and let the sound of the grand chanting shake away all the remnants of his thoughts.

Suddenly, at this time. A voice that seemed familiar, but out of place with the scene around him, came in, and made him open his eyes.

He couldn't hear what the voice was saying, and it seemed small and fleeting among the countless chantings. He couldn't tell. It just feels extremely familiar, it must have been heard somewhere, it must have been heard somewhere

"What is a character and why is it called a 'character'?"

The master shook a piece of rune paper in his hand, and the cloud pattern drawn on the rune paper with cinnabar mixed with Huoyuan ore looked like he had goat madness, Xiao Xia glanced at it, took two steps back, and was a little afraid that this low-grade fire talisman would suddenly explode. It's not unusual, these runes are cheap to buy. I heard that it is the bottom of the Heavenly Master's Inventory, and the quality must be worrying. Two days ago, when I was catching ghosts, I blew one up inexplicably, and almost burned the master's robe.

"What about you, stinky boy. What do you think of the talisman and why is it called a talisman '?" With a snap, the master slapped him on the top of the head, and it was hot and painful.

"I don't know. Xiao Xia hugged her head and replied very dryly.

The master was so angry that his eyes widened: "I don't know such a simple question? Didn't you just steal two low-grade talismans yesterday and go to the outside of the mountain temple to trick those little village girls into tricking them into eating pancakes?

"If you want me to say, the talisman is to draw the spell on the talisman paper with cinnabar and materials, and you can put it away as soon as you use it. It can be used to sell for money, it can be used to deceive people, and it can be used to fight. It's that simple. As for why Fu is called Fu and everyone else is called it, Master, you also call it that, so is naturally called that, where else is there anything else. Xiao Xia stretched out his hands and replied, but immediately looked humble and serious again. "But I know that the master will never ask such a simple question, there must be a deep meaning in it, I can't understand what you mean for a while, master, so I don't dare to answer at will. ”

"Yes, yes, worthy of being my apprentice, he really has a bit of understanding. The master held his beard and looked proud. "Naturally, I don't mean to ask you for a simple and superficial answer, but for the root of the way of the Fu. Don't look at the world's Taoist sects so many, but there are very few people who know this fundamental truth, you kid can smell the root of the avenue when you are a beginner, I really don't know if it is a blessing that has been cultivated for several lifetimes, and now the master will tell you, you have to listen well. ”

"Yes, yes, yes. The boy listened. Xiao Xia nodded repeatedly.

"Fu Gong Fu Zong,Actually, it's a general name for Fu and Gong, but that Gong is not very important.,It's also a group of gods and immortals in the Zhengyi Sect that came out after they came out.,It's a supplement to Fu now.,Now it's basically mixed together.,Fundamentally, it's always been based on Fu .。 So what is a symbol? Why is it called a symbol? That is the meaning of conformity, symbolism. But what is that for, boy. ”

"I don't know, I know that the master has his own deep meaning, so I was embarrassed to say it with a superficial answer, and asked the master to teach the truth of the Dao. ”

"Don't be a sycophant, I'm asking you to think about it yourself. What do the moire patterns that are drawn into talismans conform to? Can they be drawn at will? Even if you find a top painter and draw them with the same material according to the simplest low-grade charm, will you be able to draw it?"

"That's not going to happen. If you don't have a mind and soul to condense it to guide the vitality, what is the use of having a vain appearance?"

"Not bad. Every stroke of moire must be infused with one's own mind and will to be useful. Here you can see the mystery of the name moire, the impermanence of the cloud, the introverted aura is formed by the potential, which means that the appearance of the moire is indifferent to the appearance, and the divine thought contained in it is the true meaning. Then what do you say the true intention of God is going to conform to?"

"Is it in line with the Dao Law?"

"Nonsense. The Dao method is only the result of the transformation of the Yuan Qi and Divine Thoughts, but it is not the essence. ”

"What is the essence of that? The sun is almost over. The steamed bun shop at the head of the town closes after noon. ”

"You kid is still thinking about steamed buns in the face of such a great reason, and the master is also a little hungry, so he won't hang your appetite. The meaning of this 'talisman' is to conform to the avenue of heaven and earth, and to draw the talisman is to depict heaven and earth with one's own soul belief, which is in line with the principle of heaven and earth, so as to borrow the power of heaven and earth. ”

"Heaven and earth?" Xiao Xia looked up at the sky with some hesitation, and looked down at the earth. "Not quite right. When I poured my soul into my mind, I didn't think of any world."

"Heaven and earth are so big, you kid is so small, straight like a frog at the bottom of a well, how can He De describe the real heaven and earth? There are so many Taoist priests in the world who use talismans, how many of them can truly broaden their horizons to see heaven and earth? The talisman depicts the heaven and earth in the hearts of the cultivators, and the heaven and earth in one's heart to attract the external heaven and earth, that is the essence of the talisman. ”

"The so-called Fu is to depict the real heaven and earth with the heaven and earth in one's heart. ”

Depict the real world with the world in your heart.

Xiao Xia finally remembered. He stretched out his hand and began to sketch again in the increasingly violent waves, and at this time, the cloud pattern that I did not know whether it was in front of him or in the distance seemed to finally become clear. (To be continued......)