Hearing Monk Song's kindness, Mr. Bai was silent for a moment, and then continued: "The golden chain that appeared on Gao Xiande's body just now is the result of the master's hundred years of hard work. ”

Monk Song heard this, slowly opened his eyes, and said, "What did Mr. teach me?" ”

Mr. Bai stood up, walked to the edge of the pond, looked at the black water full of the pond, and slowly spoke: "Human nature is evil, I personally agree with this sentence very much, but human evil not only includes the heart of killing, seven emotions and six desires, joy, anger and sorrow, all can give birth to evil. For example, when a cat catches a mouse, the cat does not have the intention of killing, nor is it because it is hungry, most of the reason it catches mice is purely for fun. ”

After Mr. Bai finished speaking, he waited for a while, and when he heard no reaction, Mr. Bai had to turn around, pick up the teacup on the stone table and take a sip, and then continued: " Of course, with the experience and wisdom of the master, I will not fail to think of what I just said, the master wants to judge the corresponding aura changes based on people's murderous intentions, and then use this as an experience, one push ten, ten push hundred, and calculate all the corresponding aura changes when people's greed, hatred, hatred, and fear are generated, and make a great unified exercise, that is, Dacheng's karmic fire secret technique, I don't know if what I said is right?"

Monk Song heard this, glanced at Mr. Bai, and said, "The key lies in the problem. ”

When Mr. Bai heard this, he naturally understood what Monk Song meant, and said, "Naturally, there is a problem. The master has been cultivating for hundreds of years, and he has naturally experienced extraordinary, so he takes the liberty of asking, I don't know if the master has been to the realm of mortals?"

Monk Song nodded.

Mr. Bai said: "Since I have been there, the master should also know that the rules of conduct in the mortal kingdom are still not the laws of the seven major factions, but the laws formulated by themselves. Master can carefully refer to whether the principle of the mortal law is extremely similar to the secret method of karmic fire that you created. ”

Monk Song thought for a moment, frowned, and nodded.

Seeing this, Mr. Bai no longer paid attention to Monk Song's expression, but turned his face, looked at the golden lotus swaying in the wind in the pool, and said word by word:

"Master, have you ever seen a country without any prisoners?"

As soon as Mr. Bai's words fell, a thunderclap suddenly appeared in the gray space, and the lightning pen walked between the dragon and the snake, illuminating the entire space white.

In the pond, it was as if it was being beaten by countless raindrops, and countless ripples appeared one after another, and between the ripples colliding with each other, there seemed to be an inaudible murmuring sound coming from it, or laughter, or crying.

And by the light of lightning, Mr. Bai vaguely saw the reflection of the golden lotus in the water, like a sitting Buddha statue, but this Buddha statue was full of cracks and hideous.

Although it was only for a moment, Mr. Bai felt a chill in his heart for no reason, and swallowed the words that he was going to continue to say back into his stomach without saying a word.

Monk Song stopped turning the rosary, did not say a word, and did not move.

The scene fell eerily silent for a while.

I don't know how long it took, but I only heard Monk Song sigh lightly: "A hundred years of hard work, breaking ten thousand precepts, after all, it is the fate of the wood to seek fish." ”

When Mr. Bai heard this, his tense nerves relaxed, and said: "Master, don't be arrogant, I just said the hidden loopholes in the master's exercises, in fact, judging from the effect of Gao Xiande's body, the master's karmic fire exercises can definitely be called amazing, rare in the world." ”

Monk Song shook his head when he heard this, and said, "Crossing the sea floating bag, how can a needle be leaked." ”

As he spoke, Monk Song stretched out his hand and handed a cup of hot tea to Mr. Bai, and continued: "Mr. is the cause, the poor monk has the fruit, I don't know what Mr. is looking for the poor monk?"

When Mr. Bai heard this, he did not shy away from saying: "Naturally, I have something to ask the master, but before that, I have some humble opinions about the master's exercises and even the question of state of mind, and I don't know if the master can bother to listen to it." ”

Monk Song glanced at Mr. Bai, was silent for a moment, and said, "I didn't ask for it first, it seems that what Mr. wants to know is not simple." ”

Mr. Bai said: "Master Mingjian, the following questions can only be answered by the Tibetan Snow Building of Fanlin Temple. ”

Speaking of this, Mr. Bai looked at Monk Song and continued: "After all, the master used to be a sword and pen monk in the Snow Hiding Building. ”

When Monk Song heard this, he squinted his eyes and looked at Mr. Bai, his eyes were full of gold.

Seeing this, Mr. Bai hurriedly said: "I'm just asking some questions about Lux, and I will definitely not spy on any information about Fanlin Temple." ”

When Monk Song heard this, the golden light in his eyes slowly dissipated, he was silent for a moment, and then said: "Mr. should know, know more and be afraid." ”

When Mr. Bai heard this, he smiled freely and said, "Like me, I am afraid and know more." ”

Monk Song was noncommittal and said, "Depending on the result, sir, please speak." ”

When Mr. Bai heard this, he didn't answer immediately, but held the teacup in one hand, stood up, paced slowly, stroked his beard and weighed it, and only then did he ask Monk Song: "There is a proverb in Buddhism, which says that if you move your heart to think, your intention will arise, and I don't know if it is right to write it down." ”

Monk Song nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Mr. Bai touched his chin and pondered for a moment before he said slowly: "In this way, the master might as well understand it the other way." ”

When Monk Song heard this, he said thoughtfully, "What does Mr. mean?"

Mr. Bai stared at Monk Song and said word by word: "Move your heart to think, and your mind to be a demon!"

When Monk Song heard this, he was indifferent at first.

Then I didn't know what came to mind, and I frowned and pondered.

Later, Monk Song was so excited that he didn't even care about the rosary beads in his hand, and he stood up and paced around the stone table like Mr. Bai.

In the end, Monk Song walked faster and faster, almost every time he took a step, there was a Song Monk who emitted a faint golden light from his body, as Monk Song's speed became faster and faster, just a moment of effort, the entire gray space, heaven and earth, everywhere Song Monk figure.

At this moment, if someone looks from Mr. Bai's point of view, they will find that the postures of these monks are different, whether lying or lying, or being stupid or drunk, the number is immeasurable.

It's like a clear sky on a summer night, full of stars.

When Mr. Bai saw this magnificent scene, he was shocked by the effort of a meal before he came back to his senses, and immediately praised from the bottom of his heart: "The Zhenpai exercises of Fanlin Temple, the Ganges Divine Sense, are really extraordinary. ”

As if hearing Mr. Bai's words, the figures in the sky stopped their movements, looked at Mr. Bai together, and then countless voices spoke at the same time: "It's really better to listen to your words than to read the Centennial Scripture!"

At the moment when countless Song monks spoke, the figures in the sky followed their own trajectories, like swimming dragons into the sea, and entered the body of Song Monk one by one, until the last word "Sutra" was finished, Song Monk suddenly appeared next to the stone table, still rotating the intact rosary in his hand, and it seemed that he had not left half a step from beginning to end.

At this time, the Song monk, his face is like white jade, his back is haloed, and there is a faint fluorescence lingering around his body, as if the Buddha is in the world, and his bearing is like the sea, which makes people can't help but bow and worship.

Feeling the coercion that Monk Song inadvertently emanated, Mr. Bai's body just shook for a moment, and then he said without any effect: "Once the smoke and rain disperse, the dust will be gone." Below, congratulations to the master on reaching the next level. ”

Monk Song heard this, dispersed the vision on his body, and for the first time gave a real Buddhist ritual to Mr. Bai, and said, "Thank you Mr. for your advice." ”

When Mr. Bai heard this, he said: "The master is too polite, what I did below is only to state the facts, I didn't expect to be so helpful to the master, everything is still the master's own credit." Today, the master's state of mind has broken through, and with time, further cultivation is also within reach. ”

Monk Song shook his head when he heard this, and said, "It's difficult." ”

After speaking, Monk Song asked Mr. Bai to sit down, and then continued: "The wind blows the clouds, the gods move and move, I didn't expect such a simple and easy-to-understand truth to trap the poor monk for a hundred years. ”

When Mr. Bai heard this, he said: "The master was born in Sanskrit, so he naturally respects Buddhism, and it is natural that he is biased. ”

Mr. Bai said, took a sip of herbal tea, and then continued meaningfully: "Moreover, the secret method of karma fire is broad and profound, and the master has too few experiments, plus it is incomplete, so that it is impossible to find mistakes, which is also reasonable. ”

When Monk Song heard this, his expression moved slightly, and he muttered: "There are too few experiments, and they are incomplete... Good, good. ”

Monk Song was kind for a while, and then he came back to his senses, and while making tea for himself, he said to Mr. Bai: "The poor monk has already achieved the fruit, and Mr. can say the cause." ”

Mr. Bai thanked him first, and then asked directly: "What I want to know next is whether we, the wrestlers, can break through the level of the fourth-tier first-class wrestlers and reach the fifth layer!"

As soon as the word was asked, the wind stopped suddenly, and the whole space seemed to freeze.

Monk Song's hand making tea paused in the air, allowing the cup to overflow with tea.