The so-called Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things.

It's not that it's simpler than one, it's simpler than two.

On the contrary, the second is derived from one, which is to classify one according to some constraint and simplify one.

Road.

Just one word, including three thousand imaginary numbers. Subdivided into three thousand, there are countless morals. Therefore, the circle of inequality, the division of two instruments, the five elements and six gods, and the four elephant gossip is a process from complex to simple.

It's like dismantling a rope, you can't see through a thick rope, break it into small strands and small strands, so that you can learn each small strand, and it can be summed up as this thick rope.

This is exactly what the Great Yan Sutra means.

Jiuli people reverse the cultivation of the Tao, that is, to split the Tao into a small strand of rope, choose one of them, and finally synthesize the avenue. On the contrary, Wang Zimo followed the cultivation path and was the first to come into contact with the Great Dao, so he could use the power of the law to make the "Yin and Yang Divide Heaven and Earth Split" and "Yin and Yang Gather Heaven and Earth Collapse" in the early stage of Yin and Yang.

Wang Zimo was enlightened, regardless of yin and yang, regardless of the five elements, generally accepted the aura of heaven and earth, and allowed the aura to enter the body and nourish the damaged cells.

In the beginning, Reiki repairs the body on its own.

As the backlog of spiritual energy became more and more, Wang Zimo discovered that he lacked the ability to manipulate spiritual power. He hurriedly cut off contact with the outside world, only to find that the aura was still pouring into his body.

If you continue like this, sooner or later you will explode and die.

The prince was sweating profusely in a hurry, and his body had become slightly fat. He tried hard to recall, trying to find out if there was a record of the Yin family's Wuji Chapter, but his mind was empty, and he couldn't even think of the Yin Yang Realm's practice diagram.

Seeing that his body was getting more and more bulging, he hurriedly urged his spiritual power to merge into the dantian and run the first chapter of the Great Yan Sutra Quenching Method, in an attempt to disperse the excess spiritual energy.

If it was outside the temple, Wang Zimo would definitely not have such a situation.

The temple is an important place for Buddhism, although it is deserted, it is similar to the cave of Kunxu. Supplemented by an enchantment to lock the aura, it is a hundred times more abundant than in the city.

This is one of them.

However, Jiuli's cultivation started from the six gods, majoring in the natal primordial gods, so naturally he didn't look down on this most primitive aura, so it caused the phenomenon that no one cared about the deserted temple.

These auras are not really scrambling to drill into Wang Zimo's body. In fact, it's like putting a mouthful of steamed buns in sugar water.

At the beginning, the surface of the dry steamed bun is firm, and the sugar water can't seep in, but after slowly softening, is it like a sponge that absorbs quickly, swells, and becomes a puddle of batter?

Wang Zimo is the steamed bun, he himself leads the aura into the body and the wolf into the room, so he naturally wants to balance and neutralize the aura in the body with the outside world.

This is the second one.

Fengming City's aura is not as abundant as here, and Wang Zimo's body can naturally resist it, so as not to explode and die. However, in this temple with a hundredfold aura......

Under the patio, Han Tianhong clutched his chest and suddenly coughed, then sat up like a zombie, opened his mouth wide, and gasped "uh", then relaxed his body and sat for a long time.

He raised his head and looked at Wang Zimo, who was bullish into a ball, and looked carefully for a long time before he recognized it as a person.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Seeing Wang Zimo, who was getting fatter and fatter, Han Tianhong wanted to get the King Kong Demon Pestle, but as soon as he stood up, his chest suddenly became painful, and he was sweating profusely from the pain, so he quickly gritted his teeth and sat down, just like Wang Zimo, sitting on the ground and meditating and pranayama.

Han Tianhong is different from Wang Zimo.

He is a martial arts cultivator, who improves his essence through martial arts, and then mobilizes the essence to run in the meridians of the body to achieve the effect of strengthening the body.

And Wang Zimo is a Taoist cultivator, who wants to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, refine it through the dantian according to the corresponding exercises, and then run the big and small Zhou Tian from the body. The so-called big Zhou Tian is that the vitality runs in the body, and the small Zhou Tian runs in the dantian, that is, the Dao Pan Tuna.

This is the difference between a martial artist and a Taoist cultivator.

However, at this time, when Han Tianhong mobilized Jing Yuan, he suddenly found that the Ren pulse in his chest was blocked. So he mobilized the essence of the whole body and forcibly rushed through the level.

The empty body suddenly became the second outlet for the aura.

After a while, two big fat men sat in the dilapidated temple, you look at me, I look at you, laughing at each other, resigned to fate.

Seeing that Han Tianhong also rose into a ball, Wang Zimo suddenly understood.

My body is like blowing up a big balloon, and the further I go, the slower it becomes, and now there is a faint tendency to stop.

It seems that dying by exploding is a scare to people.

"Ouch!"

Wang Zimo's eyes rolled around a few times, covered his chest with one hand, and pointed at Han Tianhong with the other and said, "You remove that damn seal, otherwise the aura here won't be able to get out, and neither of us will want to live!"

"Humph!"

Han Tianhong glanced at the prince silently, "What about death, I can get rid of you as a demon, the poor monk's merits are immeasurable!" After speaking, he reached out and took off his hood, revealing a shiny head shell.

"Huh! Remove the seal, I'm going to explode!"

"No!" After speaking, Han Tianhong actually closed his eyes and recited the Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra.

Seeing that the deception was fruitless, Wang Zimo looked for another plan. "You bald donkey, I ask you, which eye judges that I am the devil?"

Han Tianhong pointed to his chest and said quietly: "Heart Eye!"

"Cut!"

The prince sneered silently, touched his round belly, touched his drooping face, and hummed through his nose: "Your heart and eyes have already broken me!"

Han Tianhong, who had converted to Buddhism, was in a peaceful state of mind, not alarmed, and looked at Wang Zimo, who was slightly fatter than himself, no longer fat, and already knew it in his heart.

"Hey, how about we make a bet?"

The prince Mo had fat lips like a bergamot yam, and said, "If I win, you will remove the seal." If I lose, just like you, I'll never go out again, chanting Buddha sutras from here. How?" After speaking, the prince silently shook his head and looked at Han Tianhong.

"Ever since you entered this temple, you have already started the aura infiltration. Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem, ......"

Han Tianhong didn't give the prince a chance to be silent, he had long known the secrets of the temple, and after coughing, he gasped in a bellows-like throat and said it.

"There is a notebook in the temple warden's room, which records the reason for the desolation of the temple. ”

This temple is called Dajue Temple, and the incense has been flourishing after the opening, blessing the entire Fengming City. Ever since an ascetic monk with a vajra pestle came here to turn his fate, he talked to the host about the Buddha.

One is ascetic, and the other is fasting and reciting Buddha.

The two have different Buddhist principles, and their understanding of the Buddha is naturally different. They talked for three days and three nights, in order not to let outsiders disturb, the ascetics used this vajra to set up a seal, and from then on, the aura in the Dajue Temple could not overflow, and became more and more intense.

Monks chanting Buddha can't dissolve this aura.

Later, the monks who went out of the temple got fatter and fatter.

People feel that the monk is cheating incense money, eating and drinking all day long, fat into leather balls, and shamelessly going down the mountain to make fate. Gradually, fewer and fewer people worshipped the Buddha, and the monks left one after another, and the monastery has been abandoned ever since.

"Then you still let me eat here and pray Buddha, won't it make me a big fat man?"

"The Buddha is in the heart!"

Han Tianhong looked up at the starry sky, determined and determined.

"Since the aura can't leak out here, how did the group of monks get out?" Wang Zimo, like Han Tianhong, raised his head and looked at the patio.

The bluestone is still the same, and the ink color is fragrant.

The cornerstone of the Daxiong Treasure Hall has long been mossy and shiny, and the Bodhi tree under the patio is fragrant. Each Bodhi seed was nourished by this aura, and its fists were so big that even the stone railings outside the trees were contaminated with Buddha nature and gradually turned jade.

A touch of white moonlight came in and happened to fall on the Bodhi tree in front of the Buddha, as if the Buddha's light was bathing, which was particularly holy.

In the west room, the cloth bag monk has big ears and chests, looking at Bodhi with a smile, and the mirror is dry.

"Huh? huh...... cough cough cough cough ......"

Han Tianhong raised his eyebrows in embarrassment, and when he smiled like this, a lot of things were suddenly exposed.

The prince glanced silently at the gate, where a wild cat ran out after the mouse. Suddenly couldn't help it, and scolded with an open heart. The prince twisted his buttocks, rolled down the steps, and then, with his hands and feet, pulled down a handful of bodhi seeds from the linden tree, and rolled out of the monastery in a puff of smoke.

"There's a very tall platform outside!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard the prince silently "Ouch!" and "crackled" and rolled farther and farther.