A fierce fight, or quarrel, is a kind of fighting.

And quiet... The same can be.

At this time, the water pavilion was quiet and a little scary.

The fish in the lake are also deep in the water, and they dare not spit bubbles on the surface of the water.

The golden sunlight peeked out from the clouds, and then shone down with a cower.

The stingy wind, carefully shuttling through the same loose hem of the two of them, quickly left the water pavilion and went to the lake to vent their depression.

Whew··· ！

Like someone whose throat had been choked and finally let go of his neck, Sumeru let out a long breath, and the struggle in his eyes returned to clarity.

"How?" Lin Xi asked.

Monk Sumeru stood up and looked out at the sparkling waves.

"There must be a double law in the world, and it will live up to it. Monk Sumeru said loudly.

The real Buddha is not a Buddha, not a statue of a clay fetus and a wooden sculpture, not some restraint and dogma. It is the goodness in the heart and the consciousness in the mind, which is the Zen machine that the master of Sumeru poured into him with his life in the past, and it is also the awakening that Hongyu used her own sacrifice in exchange.

If Sumeru had abandoned these just to save the red jade, then he had failed them, and he had failed himself.

Of course, let him give up the red jade, but he can't.

So, even if it's impossible, he still has to say... Live up to it.

Lin Xi let out a chuckle.

At this moment, he was inexplicably relieved and suddenly relaxed.

Lin Xi knew that this was the goodness in his human nature, and the Buddha nature in his demonic nature was doing tricks.

The root is not in Sumeru, but in himself.

It's just... Sumeru is a shadow, he reflects Lin Xi's own heart.

Lin Xi didn't resist this kind of goodness, just like Sumeru didn't really resist the kind of evil in his heart. What they want is the result of a primary consciousness and the surrender of a secondary consciousness. It is not a simple and simple 'annihilation'.

If the thought is wrong, then the thought will be broken, and the emotion will be forbearance... What's the difference between that and chopping your hands with a sore hand, or chopping your feet with a foot injury?

To practice is to cultivate the mind.

The integrity and soundness of the soul is the foundation and foundation of the avenue of peeping.

An existence that lacks spirituality, has a dull mind, has no good or evil, and only knows that it is a shallow and empty interest, whether it is a demon, a Buddha, a human being, or something else, cannot really reach a relatively high position.

It's like a master in martial arts.

There are many people who are strong in martial arts and clever in their means, and there are not a few who inherit their predecessors and learn magical skills.

But those who are not controversial and can be regarded as 'great masters', they are by no means just in pure martial arts cultivation, they have achieved something.

It must have been involved in some thought, some spiritual evolution, or some kind of moral enlightenment.

In reality, whether Bruce Lee can fight this question or not, can no longer come up with an exact and unmistakable answer, because the answer has been left in the past.

But almost no one can deny his identity as a martial arts master, which is the same reason.

What he exercises is not only fists and feet, but also a kind of truth, an attitude, and a kind of mind.

"Live up to it... Do you want me to help you?" asked Lin Xi.

Sumeru smiled gently and looked calm.

"If you want, why don't I agree?" Monk Sumeru really didn't refuse.

The two of them no longer seemed to be entangled in this issue, and there was no further discussion in detail, and they forgot about it for a moment. It's just a real game, and it's just beginning.

It's just that this kind of game doesn't affect their cooperation.

The water pavilion, which was about to solidify by the wind, has air circulation again.

Poof!

The long-suppressed fish jumped out of the water happily, and then looked up at the sky where the clouds drifted by.

"Golden Immortal... Or the Lord God... Can such an existence also be inherited?" Lin Xi asked.

In fact, this question has been answered in his heart.

Monk Sumeru replied, "Of course... It's just that the flower that grows on someone else's tree, the root belongs to someone else, the stem belongs to someone else, and in the end, doesn't that flower also become someone else's?"

Even the so-called magic magic methods should not be studied and practiced too much, and they should be studied too deeply, so as to avoid overlapping paths, be guided by others, and eventually become puppets in other people's minds.

How much more is it the fruit of the word that others have already planted?

Those 'lucky boys' who took other people's 'truths' as their own gains, perhaps hundreds or even thousands of years earlier, they were still themselves, with their own joys, sorrows, sorrows, and hatreds, their own desires, and satisfied their own desires.

But after 10,000 or even hundreds of thousands of years have passed, they will gradually become no different from the existence that has been passed on to them.

The way of thinking, the means used, the emotional response, all these things are no longer me.

But I still don't know... In other words, I don't care about it for a long time.

This is a superlative substitution, and it is also the most traceless requirement.

"So that's it... Is it possible, Taihao and the main god... It's the same person?" Lin Xi asked again.

This is a question he is not only asking Sumeru, but also asking himself.

Although he had come into contact with the Taihao Immortal Emperor, how could Lin Xi guarantee that what he had seen was all the Taihao Immortal Emperors, and he had also told the complete truth?

As for why you want to find yourself, this kind of question, of course, you can only ask yourself.

Lin Xi just provided a train of thought and ideas, at least until the results were clear, and did not deny this possibility.

"Lord Lin has always had good ideas, but the little monk has some different opinions. When Sumeru said this, he seemed to hesitate, but finally his eyes were firm.

Monk Sumeru continued: "I don't know... Have you ever heard of the Source World?"

Lin Xi was stunned when he heard this.

"Source... The world?"

"I've heard of that!"

As a heavenly demon, Lin Xi has been in the city of crazy knowledge, and he has learned and understood many kinds of knowledge and insights at the intersection of various knowledge.

Although there is no guarantee that they are absolutely correct.

But knowledge itself does not necessarily have to be absolutely correct.

A truly intelligent individual must ensure that his thoughts are always independent and can only belong to him.

And to know more about the sayings and ideas, to know more knowledge, in addition to ensuring that you go further, is to serve as a reference, to confirm your own path, to correct your own path.

In these senses, right and wrong, as long as it is knowledge, they are actually of the same value.

The world, like people, is hierarchical.

Of course, the basic grading method assesses the upper limit of the transcendent energy level that is flooded in a world, or the civilization level represented by the intelligent beings bred in this world.

Suppose that in a world, there is no extraordinary energy fluctuation, but on the line of science and technology, it has reached the state of crisscrossing the galaxy and collectively prospering like a god, then this world must be a world that is by no means weaker than any mythical existence.

In addition to these two distinctions, there is a special way of distinguishing.

Source worlds and subworlds.

There are only these two.

It doesn't matter the energy level, it doesn't matter the level of civilization in the world.

Only one ancient lineage, and the inner ... Some subtle... Contact.

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