After many days, Master Ran often told Luobei some stories about the past and rivers and lakes through the cave, or recited some quiet Buddhist scriptures for him.

Most of the time, Luo Bei said very little, as if he had been thinking about something, sometimes he closed his eyes and said nothing, sometimes he was stunned, but the master didn't seem to care at all, still with compassion, with peaceful words to move his heart.

Although Luo Bei rarely responded, he could also feel that there seemed to be some kind of change in the master's voice these days, from the beginning of the loud and low, sometimes even a little weak.

Everything didn't seem to have changed much, the anger on Luo Bei's body had not decreased, and the mysterious formation laid out in the cave did not show the slightest sign of opening a door to him.

This shows that Luo Bei has not really solved the calamity on his back, and there is no way for him to get out of this ten-square formation half a step.

After Master Ran began to cough slightly one day, Luo Bei hadn't heard that low and extremely old voice for a long time.

There was a slight change of time in the cave, but for the long time, Luo Bei felt that he was becoming less and less clear, and even began to become blurry.

However, since the old monk's voice did not appear again, he really felt what loneliness was.

Heaven and earth are silent, and all things are silent.

The sun was silent when it shone down, and it was even more quiet when the moonlight shone on his face.

Everything fell into complete silence, Luo Bei was still able to sit there quietly, he raised his head from time to time to look at a certain position, and inadvertently he was waiting for the familiar voice to appear.

However, the sunlight and the moonlight changed in silence many times, and the sound did not appear again, even the little monk Shifang, who had occasionally appeared before, did not come again, and from this time on, he knew that he did not need to eat anything at all, because he did not even feel a trace of hunger.

This reminded him of the Misty Mustard Seed, which became extremely slow because his heartbeat and breathing entered the extremely microscopic world, so slow that he didn't need to eat or drink at all.

Now he began to sit still, he had never thought about it, let alone how terrible loneliness could be.

In silence, Luo Bei didn't know how he spent these days, closing his eyes was a dream, although he knew that it was all an illusion, he would inevitably fall into it.

Sometimes when he opened his eyes, he returned to his mother's arms, and his mother's eyes were still so gentle and kind, but he was surprised to find that his mother had aged a lot.

Seeing each other again, Bai Xiaoru had a lot more wrinkles on her face and the corners of her eyes, she looked at her son with a smile, her eyes were full of love, a mother is always unreserved for her child.

Luo Bei couldn't help but shed tears sadly, he didn't know if his mother would go crazy after he left, a few years later, if she saw that her son was already full of vicissitudes, what would it be like?

At this time, he heard his father's sigh again, and the harshness and hatred that had been hard at once seemed to have completely turned into a sigh after he left.

The mother began to comfort the father, and the two sighed that the years were green and yellow, and they were also embarrassed.

Luo Bei stood empty opposite the two of them like that, but no matter how he called "Daddy", he didn't respond, and he realized that he was just an illusory shadow in front of them.

He closed his eyes and wept.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a beautiful sunset

Yang, he looked around, and it turned out that he had come to Qixia Mountain again, and the huge mirror-like moon-gazing stone was sprinkled with glow in the dusk.

It's just that the girl in the aqua green dress didn't appear at the beginning, and the wind on the mountain was as clear as water, reverberating in the maple forest.

There was a leisurely sound of the piano, lonely like the bleak autumn wind in front of me.

Luo Bei hurriedly ran over, but there was no Qingyi in front of the cottage, only a lonely grave and a remnant monument.

After all, all the expectations turned into smoke, even in a dream, I couldn't see Master Qin Muchuan and Sister Xiaochan.

His eyes were sour, he hugged his body, and kept turning around in the autumn wind, trying to find the figure he once was familiar with, but in the end he was still at a loss.

A small figure, on an empty mountain, the past is still over after all, even in a dream, it may not be able to see you again.

"Xiaobei, do you remember my words, forget that scene, let yourself live easily, Sister Xiaochan can ...... at ease"

Zhuo Xiaochan's gentle and brisk voice didn't know where it came from, which made Luo Bei's heart flutter.

"We have already drunk the pot of wine promised on the battlefield, put it down, and charge and kill the enemy together for more people to live better, not to let you carry all the knots in your heart, that would be contrary to our original intention!"

That was Yang Zaixing's voice.

"Actually, I really want to be a good healer, to heal the sick and save people, to praise the world, but do you know the taste of blood poison?"

Wan Ruhai said a little hoarsely.

"Luobei, from the first time we met, I felt that there seemed to be something special about you, but in my opinion, those are not important, I believe that you can overcome the ups and downs of the world, and finally get out of all the quagmire, and the sea of suffering is endless......

Master Wu'an seemed to close his hands and said with a smile.

"Although your qualifications are not good, I have never said that those with poor qualifications cannot achieve anything, you are my disciple, don't embarrass me......"

Master Qin Muchuan's tone was still so serious, and it didn't seem to be any different from before.

"What you're going through now has just begun, and ......there's still miles to go," Xiaoyao's words remained mysterious.

"Thank you for remembering my eyes, and I will remember you too!" Fang Yuyue stood in front of the Wufu Cliff with a smile.

Luobei is like a seabird lost in the endless sea of suffering, wet with wings by the sea, unable to find the other side for a while, and his ears keep echoing the appearance of those people hidden in his heart, as well as their words.

Joy, sadness, dazedness, affection, everything appeared in his ears, making him feel the hot and bleak world intertwined with water and fire.

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"Amitabha Buddha ......," an old voice chanted the Buddha's name.

The sound of chanting scriptures turned into Sanskrit sounds and appeared in Luo Bei's ears, making all the chaotic sounds disappear in an instant.

Luo Bei wanted to open his eyes in pain, but his eyes were full of tears, at this moment, his whole body was wrapped in black gas, he clenched his teeth tightly, and he was obviously extremely painful when he was gradually swallowed by the anger.

"The past is a cloud of smoke, and it is difficult to see each other in the ethereal flashiness"

"The wind and rain on both sides of the strait are vain, and a boat will rise to the sky"

The old and simple Buddhist words overshadowed all sounds, Luo Bei struggled to open his eyes, the hollow in his eyes seemed to be deeper, and he roared heartbreakingly, as if he wanted to tear everything in front of him to pieces.

Clearly sit on the Buddha

On the futon in front of him, the scriptures in his mouth became faster and faster, as if he was fighting against the power that was constantly eroding Luobei, his old face was much paler, and his voice began to become low, but it quickly regained its strength.

I don't know how long it took, the black qi that lingered in Luo Bei's whole body began to gradually disappear in the calm, and his eyes relaxed slightly, and before he could laugh, the corners of his mouth had already flowed red blood.

Luo Bei slowly opened his eyes, feeling a little tingling.

At this time, the voice of the clear came again.

"I'll tell you a story!"

Luo Bei nodded, he didn't know if he could see his expression, he had just recovered from the painful struggle, he stretched his muscles and bones, and his whole body was still a little unnatural.

"Nowadays, there are many sects in the rivers and lakes, in addition to the four major sects, there are countless small sects, and there are many temples in the world, some large and some small, scattered between the rivers and lakes and temples, but in fact, the so-called Zen Buddhism can be divided into two different factions in general......

Luo Bei was a little puzzled, and he didn't know why the old monk suddenly talked about the situation of Zen Buddhism, but it was better for someone to talk than to be lonely and alone, so he just listened silently.

"But in fact, Tianxia Zen Buddhism can be said to be divided into only two, one is the Infinite Valley, one of the four major schools...... And the other is all the Zen monasteries except for the Valley of Infinite Ones......"

During the Song Dynasty, monasteries have long been all over the place, large and small, but if you say that the most famous one in the rivers and lakes, it must be one of the four major schools of Wuliang Valley, there is no doubt about it.

"After the establishment of the Great Song Dynasty, there are many monks in the Infinite Valley, whether it is Buddhism or martial arts cultivation is extremely exquisite, when the patriarch of the Founding School is a thousand years of history, creating six realms of Buddhism, among which the two realms of Nirvana and silence are rare monks in two hundred years, and can reach such a realm, even in the Infinite Valley of the past dynasties, I am afraid that only the ancestor and the descendants of another monk with great magical powers can observe its mysteries......"

"The descendants of this high monk have reached the Nirvana realm, as for whether the patriarch has a silent realm in the end, maybe no one knows!"

At the beginning of the Lotus Temple, Luo Bei also heard Master Wu'an talk about some things in Buddhism, and few people in the world can reach these six realms, but he didn't expect that even the extremely famous Wuliang Valley has only been two people since the establishment of the sect.

"The patriarch back then was naturally a genius who was rare to see for thousands of years, but he was very old, even if he was an old monk at this age, he didn't know much about his deeds, but he was told by his predecessors that he was also controlled by Taizu in the early years of the Great Song Dynasty, and he even participated in the earth-shattering battle to encircle and suppress the Demon Sect......"

"And what the old monk wants to talk about today is another monk, he is a figure who has not been born since the establishment of the Infinite Valley, and at the age of only thirty he has reached the great realm of the late stage of selflessness, and the Buddhism is profound, it can be said that it is unparalleled in the world, he has practiced in the valley for more than 20 years, and even the abbot master who brought him back to the temple was admired, and wanted to let him inherit the mantle, but the more wonderful his realm, the more he gave birth to the heart of all sentient beings, so he did not want to sit in the valley of meditation and receive the incense of the world!"

"At that time, there was a demon country, Li people were only hundreds of thousands of people, but no matter men and women were not warlike, at that time there was a bloody storm between the countries, even the Great Song Dynasty was not spared, after the monks knew, they made up their minds to transform the people of the demon country, and unload a butcher's knife for the world......"

The voice of Ran echoed in the cave where Luo Bei was, and it seemed to be extremely empty and distant, as if he had returned to the time that had passed for more than a hundred years.

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