"It's right here, it's out of sight. A soldier suddenly drew his sword, "Don't blame me for waiting!"

The dozen or so ragged men and women were terrified, howling and running, but eventually they fell, and the three soldiers killed them, wiped the blood from their swords, two took out their knives and cut off their ears, and one bowed to the clay statue.

"What do you worship Him?" another sneered, "If the gods of the Jin people are really useful, or if they heed them, how can they be reduced to this?" ”

The three of them left in a hurry, leaving corpses all over the ground, blood flowing, and gradually reached the depths of the temple.

The clay sculpture is stained, and there is a faint tremor.

Chen Cuo took a deep breath and released his fist, he knew that the illusion in front of him was a dusty history that had passed for a long time.

"From this time I was born with wisdom. The vague figure suddenly spoke, "My dragon king statue, after the dragon king entered the reincarnation, I was first worshiped by incense, and I had a trace of true spirit, and then I took this ......" He pointed to the blood all over the ground, "I got the true self." ”

Chen Cuo fell silent.

The vague figure waved his hand, and many scenes spun.

The deceased is like Sifu, after the dragon king of this temple gained spiritual wisdom, but because there were not many people to worship, and there were not many incense tributes, there were not many miracles, just looking at the scene in the temple day after day.

In the long years, there are many ordinary people coming, how many will take advantage of the situation to worship, there are also some ghosts and monsters, there are demons, ghosts, foxes, fairies, and scholars and generals, in this dragon king temple around, staged a scene of sorrow and joy.

Their thoughts and deeds are imprinted in the temple.

"I have heard much of the words of these men, and I know that there is a thing in the heavens and the earth, and a name. ”

The vague figure spoke again, and his voice was ethereal: "That way is the door of all wonders, and it should be able to solve my doubts." ”

Chen Cuo was still silent, and he already had a guess.

Soon after, another mountain people came to worship, and they also offered a living sacrifice that had been rare for decades - it was a little pig.

The little pig has lived since then, and is quite clever, and can faintly hear the words of the clay sculpture, and actually answer with it, which makes the lonely temple a little angry.

At this time, the scene in the temple changed again!

But suddenly, the heavens and the earth dimmed, and then a black shadow covered the temple, and a big demon with a pair of huge wings fell, walked into the temple, looked at it, and then left.

But this demon is very fierce, although it did not stay, but it was just a look, and without a hand, it killed most of the pig's life.

Seeing that the little pig was dying, the Dragon King of the Temple actually separated a wisp of incense and passed on his self-realized incense method, so that his gods were endogenous and could survive.

But soon after, the big demon came again, and used the demon wind to infiltrate everywhere, turning the temple into a lair, and it raged for a while, capturing many prey, imprisoning and killing, and for a while there was a miasma.

Since then, no one has come to worship.

Only the little pig, every time relying on a little incense smoke, hiding the figure, going back and forth, and then trekking through mountains and rivers, after finding the village and town, he was careful to fall into a dream, deceived others to worship in the dream, and then stole the idea of incense and secretly absorbed it for the temple dragon king, which was maintained.

But over the years, the temple dragon king is still gradually losing support, and cracks appear on the clay sculpture.

When the vague figure saw this scene, he said: "My Taoist friend, I don't hesitate to take risks every day, and I have paid a lot for this, but it's a pity that my virtue is shallow......"

Chen Cuo had the heart to comfort him, but in the end it turned into a sigh.

Because it's all in the past, and it's hard to change.

Then, the scene changed again, and a group of people came.

The man's face was blurred, his hair was long, and he was wearing a dark robe, and as soon as he came, he grabbed it with one hand, and the big demon showed his original form and was directly taken into his sleeve.

But the Taoist did not leave, but arched his hand to the clay sculpture, and actually saw that this image was extraordinary, and sat down to discuss with the clay sculpture.

"Daoyou was born by the edict of Vientiane......" The Taoist man said as he spoke, and suddenly the whole person blurred, and he could no longer see the outline.

Chen Cuo couldn't help but wonder.

The vague figure smiled: "There is no leakage of the true immortal, the virtual and the real are one, and the false and the true are retained, which is the memory of the past, and there is no false appearance, it is difficult to see it." ”

Good fellows! Even the memories of others will be affected? What kind of cultivation is this!

Chen Cuo couldn't help but be surprised, and he was a little yearning.

The man and the clay sculpture talked about it, and he could see its form, but he did not hear its voice.

Finally, with a wave of his hand, he took a small turtle from the river, left something on the turtle's back, and turned away.

Seeing this, Chen Cuo already understood the origin of the little pig and the little turtle.

Then, the scene flowed again.

The Taoist took the big demon and drifted away, but the surrounding people were already afraid of this place, even the mountain people rarely came, and the Dragon King Temple became more and more dilapidated.

The little pig and the little turtle all went to steal their dreams to steal incense, but in the end, it was a drop in the bucket, and there were more and more cracks on the clay sculpture.

Finally one day, the head of the clay sculpture of the dragon king suddenly broke and rolled down, and the entire mountain temple completely collapsed.

The last scene Chen Cuo saw was the little pig and the little turtle crying sadly on the ruins.

Then, everything turned to darkness, and only the blurred figure glowing with golden light was left in front of Chen Cuo's eyes.

"Even in the end, I have not been able to attain enlightenment," he seemed to shake his head, "If this is the case, then what is the point of me being born of blood and falling silently in the mountains and forests?"

Chen Cuo was silent for a moment.

The blurred figure's eyes gradually became clearer, looked at Chen Cuo, and said: "From my birth to annihilation, I have been in the temple, trapped in a corner, and I can't see the world. ”

Chen Cuo thought of his own experience, and felt something, and said: "There is a temple in the heart, which can hide the heart, outside the heart temple, there are thousands of worlds, but outside this world, there may be mysteries, some people can cross with their bodies, some people can shuttle with their souls, and they know the world outside the temple, not another big temple that encompasses one side of the world?

The vague figure froze in place, then laughed out loud!

"I see! That's what the Taoist said back then! That's what I said! So, my heart is at ease!"

The laughter echoed in all directions, confusing Chen's thoughts, and he was about to ask again.

The vague figure took the lead and said: "I can't attain the Tao, and I hope that the Taoist friends can observe my path for reference, if I can move forward, this is also my existence!"

In the darkness of all directions, a sigh was heard.

"The big waves wash the sand, hundreds of millions of gravel, I only ask for one, and its name is the ...... of the road"

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Wrapped in golden light, listening to sighs, between the changes of light and shadow, Chen Cuo's eyes were blurred, as if he had experienced more than a hundred years of time again, watching the life and death of the entire temple.

At the same time, a lot of information is pouring in, and it is about to be integrated into his heart.

However, Chen Cuo, who has already had experience, naturally will not let such a thing happen again, so many of Chen Fangqing's memories have not been completely sorted out, let alone now?

But that lot of information, the value of geometry, Chen Cuo is also very clear, and the perception can be said to be the guiding light on the road to incense.

As soon as his mind moved, Chen Cuo silently recited the mantra of the true self, and after guarding a heart, he let the many golden lights flicker in his heart, without entering the depths of his heart, and then he knew that this matter could not be delayed, so he slowly withdrew from consciousness and fell into sleep.