The rain stops, the lotus leaf pond overflows with flowing water, there is a suspended dead wood wooden bridge sitting on the water surface, it is very suitable for hanging fish, Li Shuishan stands on it, the breath is quiet, like a quiet and quiet scenery tourist, looking at the fish bouncing on the water surface to spit out clear water, the thin fish with red and green scales gather a group, bite the tail of the fish in front of them, swim around, he regrets leaving the lotus leaf in the wooden house, and is picking a plant on the shore again.

Hand hover.

In the middle of the lotus leaf, a round green pupil opened.

It stared curiously at the young man in front of him, the green pupils were silky, like the lines of lightning and thunder, after the blink of an eye, the deep flowing grass and flowers were reflected, the broken mirror broke the water, and the light was refracted and returned, causing him to break the lotus stem, wave his sleeves and sit back on the wooden bridge, looking at the rain falling from the lotus leaves, and the poems in his mind were around, 'The leaves in the river pond are like human eyes. The eye marks are strange and colorful, and I can't bear to bend the elegance. After the wail, he said sadly: "If life is just to meet, and then life and death are uncertain, is this cultivation?"

Where no one is, he rummaged through the air, found the book in the sleeve that marked "Broken Mess", no idea in his head, weak pen, only to understand, this is the need to answer by himself, he closed his eyes and thought, the water droplets slipped more than a hundred times, and the lotus leaf that opened his eyes swayed dozens of times by the wind, just to see the young man. Life is only for seeing each other, and life is a process of seeking answers. If it is broken, it must be broken by one's own cultivation, solving life problems, breaking the wind, breaking the will, breaking the heart, etc.

But he seemed to be familiar with it, and remembered that the font must have been written in the book, but he forgot it.

Who was the person who wrote the book? Who handed it to him? He forgot a lot of memories, and he forgot the wind and rain that was at the mercy of those things, and he looked at the broken temple and shouted: "Bookmark, is there any wind, snow and ice here?"

Huang Yu bookmark pulled out a shadow, and after a pause, he said: "No, people's hearts are cold, why do you need the cold wind erosion of the body? I will teach you some simple techniques that can create a snow scene." ”

After Li Shuishan nodded, the yellow decay bookmark hit the back of his head, closed his eyes and saw the dry thin clothes, the cold wind entered his chest, the white earlobes fell, and the chapped mouth faded, as if facing the sea of ice, the north wind hit, after putting his arm lightly, he surrounded him with a word, "The heart is cold, just think about the heart, one foot of ice, three inches of ice heart." There is room for a water, the rain is solidified, and the north wind sweeps the ground, invading the skin and bones. The swimming snake sleeps, the water temple is broken and beggar, narrow and soft. ”

He raised his finger and silently wrote a mountain, a lake, a small town, a weeping bird, a broken house, a bridge, a yellow dog, an old elm tree, a young man, a drinking woman, a thin man, a fierce man, sealing cigarettes, striking iron, etc., fingers, silent for a long time, and a lamentation: "June day." The long words are connected in the air, and the font written in the air is messy, like a wind weed, rolling down and rising, and the feeling of planting his head is up, and after the ups and downs, he said: "What is broken?" Like a bright lamp guiding the direction, a cloth on the ground, cutting a thin crack to let the lamp and water seep down. The clutter of the state of mind sometimes needs to be broken, and what is broken is to grow by itself. In the dark, one should not be lost in the darkness. ”

He opened his eyes, opened a blank piece of paper, and wrote with his hands, the imprints were ink, and his fingers were pens, and he exhaled after reading his heart.

"Breaking, if it's a puzzle, one stone is too naughty. However, the meaning of the discussion is, one is that the whole thing is damaged and does not have a full real posture, and it is used as a stone of two halves, a sleeve of a broken arm, a rotten fruit, a dilapidated temple, a worn copper coin, a slope foot, a broken root plant, etc., and the other is the meaning of breaking, which is easy to see, raise your hand to cut the wind, and smash

People, broken jars, are all things, but unreal things, the dissipation of bad habits, the condensation of thoughts, after entering the heart, are empty..."

He suddenly realized that from the beginning of his wandering, all the results were doomed, and now what he broke was the shackles of his own timidity and cultivation.

After a short rest, he grabbed the white stone from his sleeve, looked at the vista, felt a little agitated in his heart, pinched it, and muttered: "The spiritual charm stone given by the candle flame heroic spirit, now I feel in my heart, can I break the cultivation?"

The small white stone turned into a willow and entered his nose, and after inhaling it, the world changed dramatically in his eyes, and where was the source of the stream as far as he could see? The eye organs of the lotus leaf, how about the lotus stem? A little bit of spreading thunder shadow, water lines, flat as paper, the lotus stem dots small curling filaments, transmitting information and going, from top to bottom, the green pupils blinked, and the water waves turned. The skeleton of the fish is clear, the tip of the teeth is fat, and the tail is thin and soft. What kind of fat baby is that running around? Boneless, hard stone body, round stone on the head, soft hair, tentacles, control it.

A drop of water falls, enters the ear, and reverberates for a long time.

The dotted water streaks take a few breaths to flow in one circle.

An old man with wings no bigger than a fingernail, wings waving like thunder, and moving as fast as a cart.

Li Shuishan exhaled a breath of air.

Not a breath has passed.

He quietly looked at Huang Yu's bookmark and said, "Everything seems to be still. ”

Huang Yu bookmarked: "The stone of spiritual rhyme is the condensation of dead things, which can be used for understanding. I saw the master wrap a few fingernail-sized stones in an embroidered brocade box, similar to this thing, when you smoke it, it looks like a fantasy in your nose, and you see everything like a snail climbing on a stone. ”

Li Shuishan meditated and waited for the rain to fall again, condensed the spirit snake wrapped around his arm, the frightened fat baby ran back to the broken temple, hugged each other, sat on the cloth cushion and inhaled the luck method, the technique taught by the old madman, recalled it in his heart, pulled up the wooden sword to practice, knowing that he was tired, those fat babies actually poured water in a wooden barrel, lit a fire below, sprinkled with yellow flowers and herbs, like a decoction, pushing him to take a bath.

After a leak of wind rags, he withdrew his clothes and immersed himself, and his voice was comfortable, and Huang Yu bookmark said frankly: "Your cultivation is in the middle stage of condensation, and the later stage is only one step away." However, I have seen an awakened person of destiny, holding an embroidered treasure knife, one night from the small realm of condensation into the heart of the mountain, cruising the four seas, to the mountain where I rested and respectfully thanked me, as if to say, my Huang Huang meaning is useful to his perception, sat all night, and retreated without a word. ”

"Why are you so weak?

Li Shuishan shook his head and said, "I'm not him, and he's not me." ”

After soaking, he got up, refreshed, and the fat baby nodded vigorously, as if he was recalling his master, so that Li Shuishan felt more compassion, and wanted to take them all away, within a few days, according to the guidance of Huang Yu's bookmark, he successively pressed his breath, how to luck cast a spell, and expanded the one inch of the peach wood sword to four or five inches, although the spirit snake was the original spirit attraction technique created by the old madman, but it was the same, and it turned into a small elm tree figure to fight for a while, only to know that today's teenager is so fragile.

One day, there was a strong breath

Passing by, he closed his breath tightly, for fear of being discovered, and sighed secretly, I don't know why the Huatudao people are looking for him, it must be for his master, and he can only break his own cultivation, and there is a small battle in front of the strong, and the capital to escape will not become a burden, besides, the mountains and seas are in danger, and I don't know when it will fall into the rations of the monster.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

In the dream, the Faceless Buddha stretched out his hand and brushed his cheek, sucking the bad luck on his body, as if praying for something? When he wiped it off with his hand, he skimmed it directly, and it had no effect, once or twice, three times or four times, and the faceless Buddha had facial features on his face. For Li Shuishan. He smiled and said, "In the next ear Buddha, borrow your eyes, nose and mouth, I just want to tell you that I am willing to take you as a disciple and teach you the way of cultivation." Focus on a little bit and become a person who is single-minded and single-minded, and the realm is all vain. I can set the world with one finger, listen to all directions, and the small shadows of all worlds can be presented, and I have eyes, nose and mouth in my heart, and I am in motion. Would you like to?"

Li Shuishan exclaimed and said, "Is there really ten thousand worlds?"

The Faceless Buddha smiled and said, "All worlds are the world in your ears, you can feel it when you listen, every grass and tree you touch with your own hands is nothing, it is the embodiment of desire, my heart can touch you, let you see the real world." Would you like to?"

Li Shuishan's eyes were a little confused, hey, a fox tail hair burned, suddenly burned the skin of the illusion, broke the true face of the faceless Buddha, his facial features were distorted, his hands and feet were distorted, his mouth was like poisonous water, and his demonic qi was revealed, and he trembled: "I don't know what to do!"

Huang Yu bookmark was the first to notice it, turned into a small elm tree figure, held the bookmark into the air, and scolded in his mouth: "What demons and monsters?"

The bookmark is not pierced into the air, but the illusory shadow of the faceless Buddha itself, with a stabbing sound, the statue shattered, revealing a demonic human body, he held a small light sword in his five hands, a white knife, an iron rod, a spear, two feet on the ground, one foot as short as an inch, about to kill the boy sitting on the wooden mat, Li Shuishan opened his eyes suddenly, patted his sleeve, the peach wood sword behind him suddenly expanded by a few inches, the spirit snake crawled out of the sleeve, spit out the aura, the sword blade was drawn, and the sword light flew away.

The five-handed and three-legged monster wailed, and the sword light cut off one of his legs, and the small feet of one inch were replaced instantly, such as a person retreated to the table, begging for mercy in his mouth: "Young man spares his life, he just begs for a bite to eat, and he doesn't want to hurt anyone." ”

Li Shuishan pulled his sword to cut again, this demon's breath was weak, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, Huang Yu bookmark smiled: "If it weren't for the scattered cultivation of the broken temple and leaving, you would have turned into dust a long time ago, you say, how did you turn into a demon?"

The five-armed and three-legged monster kowtowed: "I used to be a little monster living on this island, because I stole a grain of rice, and was discovered by a female cultivator, who reprimanded me, locked me in the wooden sign of the elm tree to take care of the good field, and said, If a demon bird or insect eats a grain, cut me down." Once, instead of swallowing food, the demon bird tore me off the tree, took me to the ruined temple, and threw it to the rat demon who had learned the demon method for him to suck. A few days later, the wind swept, there was a big battle here, the rat demon unfortunately died, I took the opportunity to escape, who knows, there was no one around, a mess, only the statue with a big hole. I ran inside to absorb the gas of sesame oil, and gradually the demonic qi took shape, and then I blocked the entrance of the cave and learned a spell called "Buddha Body" in it, and pieced together the human body. Hey, it's me who is greedy, damn it!"

Li Shuishan put away his sword, oh, and looked at it with interest.