"Who of the saints of the world can escape the teasing of fate?"

"His Holiness sees himself as the wind, and the saints of the world as the wind that can influence all beings......"

Su Mo gently raised his hand and lifted it in front of him.

The rain hit Su Mo's hands and splashed a temple.

"But the Venerable One has ever thought that those saints who want to ascend to the immortal realm are not at the mercy of the 'wind'."

"Floating life is like rain, and the world is like a bitter sea."

"The Sage is just a drop of rain in the sea of suffering......"

Venerable Withered Leaves was in a trance, looking at the drop of rain in his eyes, his expression confused.

Everyone in the Buddha hall looked at Su Mo and Venerable Withered Leaves, looking sluggish.

Rouge looked at the backs of Su Mo and the dead leaves, smiled slowly, turned his head to look at the book saint, and found that the book saint's face was also confused.

Su Mo and the withered leaves' argument not only asked about the withered leaves, but also reminded the listener of the Shusheng.

"Amitabha, the poor monk's observation of the rain is rain, and His Majesty's observation of the rain is not rain." Venerable Withered Leaves sighed softly.

"Reference must be real, see need to see, use must be practical, evidence must be substantial, if it is not real, it will be false."

"To all beings, the Sage is the wind."

The meaning of withered leaves is very clear, for ordinary people, the sage is the wind.

And Su Mo's remarks that fate is the wind, he doesn't agree with it enough......

Reference must be real, see need to see, use must be practical, evidence must be substantial, if the fiber is not real, it will be empty.

What is not seen cannot be trusted, and what is not heard cannot be known.

It is difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality, and the eyes are realistic......

Su Mo shook his head and chuckled, turning his head to look at the Venerable Withered Leaves, no wonder the world said that the Venerable Withered Leaves was the Venerable of the Ten Thousand Buddhas of this heavy heaven.

The pragmatic use is more prominent in the eyes of the withered leaves.

"Does His Holiness believe in this fate?" Su Mo asked.

The withered leaves are still that indifferent appearance, and the Buddha beads in his hand are lightly turned, "Thinking of no phase, thinking of nothingness." ”

"When fate is spoken, there is no meaning in reality."

Su Mo slowly walked into the outside of the hall, letting the rain slap himself, as if he thought about it, raised his hand and swiped.

The long clothes dance lightly, and the dragon pattern shines all over the world.

The wind rose, and the rain above those voids began to flow sideways.

It's like a miracle......

"Hundreds of thousands of methods, the same square inch, the river sand magic method, always in the heart." Su Mo looked at the withered leaves and spat lightly in his mouth, "What does Venerable think, how is this rain now?" ”

The withered leaves put their hands together, "Amitabha, for all living beings in this rain, the wind is also holy. ”

The sage stirs the people, and the people are all under the thought of the sage.

Wherever the wind blows, the rain falls......

"Really?" Su Mo raised his hand and pointed, "Then what are they?" ”

The withered leaves looked in the direction of Su Mo's fingers, and they were shocked.

A few drops of rain were blown up by the wind on the pillars, and the rain fell down the pillars of the temple and was no longer stirred by the wind.

Su Mo slowly walked in front of the withered leaves, and the white clothes danced on the hem of his clothes, throwing out drops of falling rain.

The cross wind blew into the temple, and everyone felt a little cool......

"His Holiness said that the rain is the common life, and the wind is the sage." Su Mo opened his mouth quietly.

"But the wind can't blow the rain, why is that?"

"There are so many rains that can't be blown by the wind, what are they?"

"And..."Su Mo continued to speak, "What is it that calls the wind and rain?" ”

"His Holiness does not know fate, and if he does not see fate, he has no solution to fate."

"But in all the Dharma, if you don't see what you have, you don't see the Dharma."

Rumble!

The Withered Leaf Venerable's aura became a little chaotic for a moment, and his eyes seemed to be fascinated by something invisible.

In a trance, Venerable Withered Leaf looked up at Su Mo, who was dressed in white, and said jerkyly: "Your Majesty... Ever seen fate? ”

Su Mo sighed deeply, and his eyes revealed lingering memories.

"Not only have I seen it, but I have been at the mercy of it, and I have not escaped it now."

"Your Holiness can guess how I came back to the world after eons of age......

Su Mo walked to the side of the withered leaves, as if talking to himself, "He will stand me in the world, and with the appearance of the world, he will let me break away from the world again." ”

"I have a friend who sees his fate and wants to pull me out. And I didn't want to come out at the time......"

"Venerable, you're in love!"

Su Mo didn't care about the dead leaves anymore, but walked in front of a little monk.

"This little master, can you find us a room?"

The little monk looked at Su Mo blankly, nodded uncontrollably, turned around and left with Su Mo.

Shusheng and Rouge followed.

Fang Cai's argument has no result, and there is no win or loss. But it can be seen that the dead leaves are defeated.

It is not the doctrine that withers the leaves, but what is seen......

Su Mo has seen more than him!

The withered leaves turned a deaf ear to the departure of Su Mo and the others, and there were only drops of rain in front of them in their eyes.

The cross wind blew the rain, hit the body of the dead leaf, and wet the Buddha beads in the hand of the dead leaf.

In the vast Hanging Temple, this moment no longer seems to be transcendent......

The withered leaves looked up at the sky, and it seemed that there were two heavens or even three heavens on it.

The road to immortality is hopeless.

"Is there really fate?" The withered leaves asked themselves, constantly recalling Su Mo's words in their minds.

For a while, my heart was chaotic and complicated.

Clang!

The Buddha bell rang, echoing throughout the Hanging Temple, and also into the ears of the dead leaves.

Venerable Withered Leaf violently spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body as a saint cultivator swayed.

"Venerable!" The Buddhist disciples were shocked.

As soon as the withered leaves waved their hands, the Buddhist disciples retreated again.

The withered leaves turned their heads and looked at the hundred-foot golden-bodied Buddha statue, as if they finally understood something.

"Fate is not fate, but man."

"He is a man who stands above all beings......"

The withered leaves raised their heads violently and looked at the sky, "Immortal ......"

"Or... It's a person above the fairy realm! ”

......

In the vast sea of spirits, Su Mo paced gently.

The body of the demon saint lay on the side, falling into a deep sleep......

A bottle of mahogany coffin, lying in the gazebo, quietly.

In the entire spiritual sea, it is not as continuous as the laughter back then, but it seems a little cold.

Su Mo slowly walked to the river, Huikong's golden body was still sitting there cross-legged, and in front of him was the Lethe River.

Su Mo sat beside Huikong's golden body, and the cool breeze blew through Su Mo's body, curling up Su Mo's white hair.

Turning his head to look at Huikong's golden body, Su Mo raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and Huikong's voice echoed in his ears: BIquGe.biz

What do you think of this rain...

Su Xiaoyou's appearance is the appearance of standing in the world, the appearance of suffering from the suffering of the world...

The poor monk wants to cross the little friend out of the sea of suffering...

Since Xiaoyou put it down, why pick it up again...

Su Mo sighed deeply, looking at the golden body of Huikong beside him, looking a little lonely.

"He's not as ...... as you"

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