The rain reappeared, and pieces swirled in the sea of clouds, like boundless sorrow, like a continuous lovesickness.

Two pieces fell on a woman's face, as if they had suddenly turned into tears, staring at the distant watch and the helplessness in her heart.

The woman stared at Jiang Zuo Buyi and sighed, "Looking at you, it seems that you are missing someone." ”

Jiang Zuo Buyi said: "This is not missing, but longing." ”

Another woman looked at the sky and said, "Whether you miss or hope, that person and you haven't seen you for a long time, right?"

Jiang Zuo Buyi said: "Jiang Lang is not blind to that person, after all, when I have a dream, I will see that person." ”

The old man in Xuanyi walked over, smiled at the vicissitudes of life, and said, "Since ancient times, he has been amorous and sentimental, why is Jiang Lang so stupid?"

The woman who spoke first said faintly at this time: "We don't know if the family master has any other disciples, because for so many years, we have neither heard from the family teacher nor seen it. ”

Jiang Zuo Buyi asked, "I don't know what the names of the two fairies are called?"

The woman glanced at her companion and said, "My name is Mei'er, the eyebrows of my eyebrows, she is my junior sister, her name is Xin'er, Xin's fragrant Xin." ”

The old man Xuanyi interjected at this time: "These two fairies have been following Yunyi Niangniang for about eighteen or nineteen years, and they are both Lan Xinhui quality, and they are not shallow in terms of immortals. ”

Jiang Zuo Buyi looked at the old man Xuanyi and said, "Venerable just said, waiting for Jiang Lang for a hundred years, just to find out the difficulty of cultivation, but I don't know where the trap is, how to solve it?"

When the old man in Xuanyi heard Jiang Zuobuyi's words, he sighed in his heart, and said secretly: "Jiang Lang really has the virtue of being kind to others, helping people in distress, and always worrying. A look of gratitude appeared on his pale face, and he said: "Back then, the old man practiced very hard, but his qualifications were not good, so although he entered the spiritual illusion secret realm, it was difficult to comprehend the avenue of cultivation. ”

Miss Mei'er interjected at this time: "Venerable Xuanyi has practiced hard, his heart is commendable, and his feelings are pitiful, but he has been stuck under this cloud tower for a hundred years, and it is still difficult to comprehend the avenue from the cloud tower. ”

The old man in Xuanyi looked embarrassed and said, "Yes, please also ask Jiang Lang to fulfill it." ”

Jiang Zuo Buyi raised his eyes to look at the cloud building, the cloud building is high, quiet as Dai Yue, I don't know when and who built it, and I don't know if the person who built it is now in the world or has become a god.

Miss Mei'er kept staring at Jiang Zuo Buyi, and when she saw him groaning, she looked even more dignified and handsome, and she had an elegant state that was not stained with red dust, and she couldn't help but be a little stupid.

After a while, Jiang Zuo Buyi smiled lightly and said: "Emptiness is color, color is emptiness, because it is not born, it is indestructible, because it is not dirty, because it is not pure, because it does not increase and does not decrease." This is mysterious, not mysterious. Can His Holiness know two sentences, but he doesn't know the true face of Lushan, only because he is in this mountain?" The old man in Xuanyi's heart moved slightly, and if he realized, he replied: "This is a poem by Master Su, and the old man recited it a hundred years ago. Back then, the old man was originally a Jinshi, but because he was tired of the road to Shijin, he allowed himself to practice the road. ”

Miss Mei'er is indeed Bing Xue smart and smart, and she has already realized a little in the questions and answers between the two, and she admires Jiang Zuo Buyi more and more in her heart, and said softly: "Jiang Lang lingers in the world, and he really regrets that he has a pearl secretly cast." ”

Jiang Zuo Buyi smiled indifferently and said: "Jiang Lang is lazy and indifferent in life, and he is just a wisp of dust wherever he goes. Where is there any regret. ”

Suddenly, with a wave of his big sleeves, the floating clouds at the bottom of his sleeves condensed into a dragon, jumped up, stepped on the cloud dragon with both feet, and flew straight to the cloud tower. Seeing that he had the divine skill of restraining qi into quality, the old man in Xuanyi sighed, looked up to the sky and said: "Jiang Lang is not only a great wisdom, but also a great practice, he is really the immortal of the nine heavens and the Bodhi of the world." ”

Jiang Zuo's cloth has fallen to the cloud tower, both palms exert force, majestic like the river and the sea, has the cloud shadow above the cloud tower into a group, and then, a long whistle, the body floats, the clothes fly, in an instant, a lotus flower blooms above the cloud tower, which is made of the clouds he receives. "And with Jiang Lang riding the lotus, there is a cave to greet each other. ”

With his call, the old man in Xuanyi and the two girls flew up to the lotus, Jiang Zuobu's big sleeves waved again, and the lotus flower was like a light boat, sending the four of them out of the huge painting.

The lotus flowers were scattered, and the cloth clothes were dashing, Jiang Zuo cloth looked at the huge painting, and said: "His Holiness has been trapped for a hundred years, and the root of chasing it is to forget the emptiness of the laws, and there is no color in the air. Trapped in a giant painting, where can I find the path of cultivation?"

After that, he took out two fingers lightly, and a force popped out with the immortal and immortal method in the Heart Longitude Divine Skill, and the giant painting should be incinerated, leaving only empty floating smoke.

Jiang Zuo Buyi said with a smile: "Colorless and empty, it is the avenue of cultivation." How can there be anyone in the world who is trapped in a painting and seeks the path of cultivation? Since there is no painting, a hundred years is practice. “

The old man in Xuanyi has already realized it, laughed, sat on the ground, and saw Bodhi.

"The lotus flower has no appearance, and practice is not born. In the empty color of the avenue, there is no color and no emptiness. "There was a song in the distance, it seemed to be nothing, it was color and nothing.

Jiang Zuo Buyi also laughed endlessly, but the Mei'er girl saw that there was a faint sense of silence in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Miss Xin'er spoke at this time: "Jiang Lang has already seen through the first level. ”

This level is called Refuge Zen.