Venerable Withered Leaves nodded, as if he understood what Su Mo wanted to do.

The Demon Tower moved lightly, turning into a golden phantom and standing in the main hall......

The Demon Tower has seven floors, which seem to correspond exactly to the seven thoughts of people.

In Buddhism, people have seven evils, and the seven thoughts are the root of the seven evils.

The seven layers of the Demon Tower are also the seven evils in human nature.

And the Demon Tower in the hands of the Withered Leaf Venerable, four of the floors are trapped by the four thoughts of the Demon Saint.

"I don't know what four thoughts the Venerable has trapped the Demon Saint?" Su Mo looked at the Demon Tower and asked indifferently.

Venerable Withered Leaves sighed, "Amitabha, what the poor monk is trapped in is the four thoughts of the demon saint that are most likely to cause accidents, which are anger, fear, sorrow, and evil. ”

Su Mo sighed when he heard this...... And so it was.

The remaining three thoughts are joy, love, and desire......

No wonder the demon saint above the blue water and cold pool is that performance.

With a wave of his hand, the first layer of the Demon Pagoda turned slightly, and a streamer was released by the Venerable Withered Leaves.

And the Demon Tower seemed to have become a little dim in an instant, as a holy weapon, it was very difficult to trap the soul of a saint.

Su Mo raised his hand and put it into his divine thoughts.

The Demon Saint was now lying in Su Mo's spiritual sea, he didn't immediately let his divine thoughts return to the Demon Saint's body, he knew what would happen when the Seven Thoughts returned.

In order to avoid accidents, I can only wait for the matter to be over, and then return to Taoyuan Cave Heaven and let the four thoughts of the demon saint return.

At that time, there are four sages facing a demon saint, and it is easier to face a demon saint with a single thought.

Especially evil and anger......

After Su Mo put away the Demon Saint's thoughts, he looked at the gloomy Demon Tower, he knew that today's Demon Tower had lost its effect, and he could only wait for tomorrow to release the Demon Saint's next soul thought.

But it's good that he has other things to do!

The Withered Leaf Venerable put away the gloomy Demon Tower, looked at the calm Su Mo and sighed deeply.

"I wonder what else is going on with Your Majesty?"

Su Mo turned his head to look at Rouge and the Book Saint, and saw that the Book Saint and Rouge also had a puzzled look in their eyes.

Su Mo smiled slowly, flicked his long sleeves, and turned his head to look at Venerable Withered Leaves.

Venerable Withered Leaves' expression was very peaceful, as if everything in front of him was vain.

"His Holiness should be able to guess one or two." Su Mo opened his mouth quietly.

Venerable Withered Leaves turned his head, faced the Baizhang Golden Buddha, and folded his hands: "Amitabha, all the poor monks are born in the world." ”

"If Your Majesty blames you for this, the poor monk has nothing to say."

Su Mo asked coldly, "Just because Venerable Withered Leaves also thinks that Tianjiao of the Ji clan can walk the ancient road of Dengxian with the luck of the world?" ”

"Amitabha..."Venerable Withered Leaves nodded, "All the sufferings in the world are transcendent by the Holy One. ”

"The Buddha said, there is no phase and emptiness, and there is suffering."

"Saint is like appearance, suffering is like law. There are too many saints in this world, and if there is no suffering in the world, all the saints need to ascend to heaven. ”

The many calamities in the world come from the joy and anger of the saints.

If you want to make the world free of suffering, the best way is to make this world free of saints!

Su Mo also thought so back then, and so did Confucian Sage.

The Confucian sage opened up the realm of the gods and let the world enter it, creating a world of cultivators.

It's just that because of the Immortal Monument, the world without cultivators has become a ghost domain.

Today's Su Mo doesn't think so anymore.

On the ninth day of the red mist invasion of that year, countless cultivators took action and saved the world......

Su Mo shook his head and sighed softly.

"But the Buddha also said: All appearances are false; Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, as it is. ”

"Perhaps, the suffering in the world does not come from cultivation."

"There is no appearance in the instrument, and the sin is the person."

What is wrong is never the 'tool', but the 'human heart'.

Venerable Withered Leaf was stunned and slowly turned his head.

There was a calm in the Buddha hall.

Shusheng and Rouge looked at Su Mo in surprise, but they didn't expect Su Mo to understand Buddhism as well.

The glow in Rouge's eyes seemed to reflect something.

The Buddhist disciples in the Hanging Temple in the distance all looked stunned for a while.

This 'Immortal Emperor' actually has a Buddha heart!

"Your Majesty's Buddha nature seems to be extremely deep." Venerable Withered Leaves looked at Su Mo who was dressed in white, and looked at Su Mo's elegant and peaceful posture, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Unlike others, Venerable Withered Leaves heard a profound Buddha nature from Su Mo's short sentences.

Su Mo shook his head slowly, "I have a friend with whom I once had a discussion or two. ”

"Since it will take a few days for the Demon Saint's divine soul to be retrieved, I have an idea that I don't know if His Holiness can agree."

Venerable Withered Leaves stood up, clasped his hands together, and the Buddha beads in his hands turned lightly: "Your Majesty, please speak." ”

"Until the Demon Saint's four divine souls are completely retrieved, I will live in this Hanging Temple." Su Mo smiled slightly, "I have nothing to do these days, so how about it for His Holiness to discuss the Tao?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces became extremely exciting.

This emperor actually wanted to discuss with the Venerable Withered Leaves, the head of the Ten Thousand Buddhas......

Even the face of the book saint became tangled, and only Rouge was in high spirits.

Venerable Withered Leaves stared at Su Mo deeply and nodded slowly.

"As Your Majesty said, I wonder what Your Majesty wants to talk about today?"

Su Mo calmly turned around, walked out of the Buddha hall, stood in front of the temple door, and looked at the cone hanging in the void under his feet, and the many cones standing above the clouds in the distance.

Everyone followed, and the Withered Leaf Venerable walked to Su Mo's side, also looking at the void.

"How about discussing the rain with His Holiness today?"

Venerable Withered Leaves shook his head, "This Hanging Temple stands above the clouds, and there will be no rain for eternity. ”

Su Mo smiled, "There will be." ”

As soon as the words fell, in an instant, the Hanging Temple was shrouded in an ink cloud.

The rain clouds that covered the sky and the sun instantly formed and pressed on the treasure roof of the Hanging Temple, and the sky and the earth seemed to be darkened in an instant.

In the breath of oppression, little rain fell on the Hanging Temple.

The Hanging Temple was gray......

When the rain fell into the eyes of everyone, it was painted into a continuous silk thread...... The air became humid in an instant.

"What does His Holiness feel when he looks at this rain?" Su Mo asked slowly.

Venerable Withered Leaves clasped his hands together and said softly: "This rain falls from the sky, like the life of all living beings. ”

"Clouds, rain, dust."

It seems that observing the rain and discussing the Tao has become the norm for discussing the Buddha, and this question is not difficult.

Su Mo nodded, "Since the rain is all beings, what does the Venerable think are the saints?" ”

"Amitabha, all saints are the wind." Withered Leaf responded.

"The wind stirs thousands of rains, and the rain moves with the wind, and if there is no wind, these thousands of rains can fall with nature."

"This is also the reason why the poor monk wants to let the saints ascend to heaven."

Su Mo smiled and turned his head to look at the dead leaves, "Venerable thinks he's the wind?" ”

Withered Leaf nodded.

Su Mo sighed deeply, "But I feel that His Holiness thinks too highly of himself......"

"All saints, it's just rain."

"Among the thousands of rains, the luckier few drops of rain."

"When it was blown by the wind, it fell to the ground and became a flower."

"One flower, one world, one Buddha is the same as ......"

Su Mo sighed deeply, with an indescribable sadness in his expression, "In my opinion, that wind is actually ..."

“...... Destiny! ”