The windows were ajar, and a breeze leaked in, causing a little flickering of the lights.

Yun Tianpan sat on the bed, the shadow under him swayed, but he put his hands together, like an old monk in a fixed place, not moving like a mountain.

It is not difficult to find the Buddha's heart, those feelings are left in the depths of memory, and you only need to recall carefully to feel the horse's feet.

At that moment, Yuntian emptied all his body and mind, and concentrated on finding the traces left by another mode of thinking when he was a monk in the first place.

This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, vague to say, like an antelope hanging its horns, unpredictable. But after Yun Tian took it seriously, he seemed to have found some tricks.

If you forcibly grasp this trace, it will disappear like a slippery swimming fish without leaving a hand. However, if you don't forcibly pursue that inexplicable feeling, but after emptying your distracting thoughts, let them appear quietly and silently in the process of recalling, then it will gradually fill your heart, and in addition to the thoughts of memories on the spiritual platform, only these inexplicable feelings remain.

After such a fumbling effort, it is not a few words, but it is extremely difficult to do. It's just that people's thoughts are extremely difficult to control, especially when looking through memories, it is difficult to keep yourself from generating new thoughts.

But this is not the hardest part, the hardest part is to empty the last trace of thought in yourself, that is, to stop remembering, so that only those elusive feelings stay in your thoughts.

But after all, this is not sleeping, but to completely empty oneself when oneself is awake, Yuntian only feels more brain-burning when he thinks about it in advance, and it is even more like a fantasy for himself who has never meditated.

This is even more difficult to enter than the state of concentration when practicing internal strength, not to mention that Yuntian was full of consciousness before, and he only needed to withdraw the last trace of thought, and he could successfully substitute the original monk's robe Yuntian's psychological state, but under the excitement of the moment, countless thoughts breeded, and the success fell short.

Yun Tian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the wind was disturbed, and the oil lamp couldn't stop shaking, seeing that Yun Tian was more bored in his heart, this period of effort was really more tiring than the test papers that had been done all night that year.

However, he was not discouraged in the end, but was encouraged by the relatively smooth halfway of the previous success.

This set is actually summed up as a process of substitution while gradually introducing the original idealistic thinking of the monk robe.

It's just that it doesn't come step by step, but first empties the original thinking at one time, leaving only a little idea that triggers idealistic thinking, and then finally dissipates the idea of triggering memory when the feeling in the memory gradually fills one's mind. This is equivalent to giving up the perception of the self, that is, there is no longer such a being as me in the mind.

At this point, it is already considered that the monk has entered a state of time, and after a period of time, after getting out of the state of emptiness, due to the traces left by idealistic thinking in his mind when he wakes up, his mind is affected, and he is likely to become an idealistic cloud when he wakes up.

At that time, the idealistic self has the same memory as the current self, and naturally knows that the next step is to practice the Yijin Sutra, and the perception of no self and no one is deeply hidden in his memory, and only the idealistic Yuntian can easily find out and use it, and then he will have to ask him.

Yun Tian thought about it like this for a while, then collected his complicated feelings, and then emptied his thoughts again.

I don't know how long it took, when he fully realized the feeling in the original dream again, Yuntian began to empty himself, and gradually entered a state similar to a deep sleep, but at the moment, because the feeling in his memory was full of his mind, Yuntian's mind was not quiet, so he still retained half a point of lucidity.

In this ignorance, suddenly, a breeze blew in outside, touching Yuntian's sensitive sense. The next moment, the sensations in my mind fluctuated, gradually turning into wind and waves, and a little golden light suddenly appeared in them, turning these feelings into solid ground.

These are all illusions unfolding in Yuntian's mind.

At this moment, the golden light spread, not only dyeing the land golden, but also revealing a figure in the same place, which was the monk's robe Yuntian.

Yun Tian stood quietly with his hands folded at this time, his expression was dignified, and there was a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, faintly with compassion.

"If you don't wake up now, when will you wait!"

Yun Tian whispered in his mouth, but it was like a thunderous sound, and his whole mind churned, and the illusion suddenly dissipated.

In the next moment, Yun Tian in reality slowly opened his eyes, and his hands that were originally hanging down were raised again at this time, a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he read leisurely in his mouth: "My Buddha is compassionate!"

The voice fell, and the place suddenly changed.

I saw a little golden light appear, and suddenly stopped in front of the clouds. This light is so tiny, like a spark in the embers, it seems to be extinguished in the next moment, but if you look closely, you seem to be able to feel the immeasurable space contained in it, filled with immeasurable Buddha light.

It is the small that sees the big, the sand and the world.

At this time, Yun Tian was not as easily shocked as his previous self, but smiled lightly, tilted his ears slightly, as if he was listening to something.

The golden light was bright for a while, and then disappeared without warning.

And Yun Tian realized something at this time, he looked inward carefully, saw the mysterious substance in his brain, and muttered in his mouth: "Formless and substantial, born from nature, created and acquired, this is the innate ancestor Qi?"

He raised his head again, looked through the roof, as if he wanted to see through the Gang Qi in the sky, and said: "The Great Dao should have fled, but it was controlled here, and under the surging qi, the birth of the ancestor Qi and the birth of the Nine Heavens Gang Qi, why in the end?"

asked again and again, Yun Tian didn't have much trouble on his face, but said lightly: "My own Buddhism is not enlightened, the Buddha in this world is not visible, and there is no Buddhist supernatural power in the world, but the golden light just now is from the western sky." Although a few words of mentions have been passed on, if you want to solve the obstacle in your heart, you still have to rely on yourself after all. ”

Laughed again: "It turns out that the two of them, like this golden light, both rely on the ancestral Qi Avenue here to connect the inside and outside of the universe, so as to shuttle between this realm and chaos, and then be led back and forth by the Western Heavenly Buddha Light, but it is a big detour, and it is very troublesome." ”

"Hehe, my family has its own affairs, and I can't care so far, it's time to practice the Yijin Sutra. ”

When the words fell, the clouds went down to the ground, and his whole body writhed, and he made an antics that didn't match his look at this time, and then stayed still.

"Whew!" Yun Tian took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then slowed down his breathing.

The next moment, the scriptures of the Yijin Sutra sounded in his heart, and Yuntian's mind suddenly emptied, and it was as simple as eating and drinking water to control his thoughts.

At this time, there is no self in his heart, nothing outside his body, and even his perception of the body is becoming weaker and weaker, as if the entire world has disappeared, leaving only a Yijin Sutra, which is the only existence, and therefore the only truth.

Although he recited the Yijin Sutra, he had no intention of practicing it at all, as if he took it for granted as if it was the same as breathing, and at the same time, the movements on his body remained the same, as if this posture had been natural since ancient times.

At this moment, Yun Tian's body moved slightly, but he did it subconsciously, and his posture at this time became more and more clumsy compared to the previous funny.

In the next moment, as if entering a state, Yun Tian was unconscious, and his body actually started on his own, which looked very natural, just like turning over when he was sleeping in the car before, it was just a subconscious action.

Yun Tian's body moved slowly, but there was a crackling sound on his body, obviously the condition in his body was not as calm as it seemed from the outside.