Dao Ji is commonly known as Li Xiuyuan, and there are many folk stories and legends about him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

His ability seems to be very mysterious, he is an outlier in Buddhism, but for many ordinary people, he is more like a true Buddha walking in the world than the Buddha statue sitting on the altar.

When Gu Chuanxia found him, the Taoist monk was stealing someone else's chicken.

That sneaky look, at first glance is a veteran, but helplessly was played by the chicken, when he pounced on the past, he pounced in the air, fell a dog and ate, and his face was full of and mud, embarrassed.

The monk didn't care, and he didn't wipe the filth on his face, and he pounced again.

This time he pounced, pressed the old hen directly into his arms, reached into his arms tremblingly, twisted the old hen's neck with a click, and then rushed out of the chicken pen with the dead old hen.

Running out of three miles away, the monk took a breath, then packed up the firewood, lit the fire and roasted the chicken to eat, and his face was full of anticipation.

"I have a share, can I share half of the chicken?" Gu Chuanxia walked out and sat directly next to the fire, also staring at the old hen roasting on the fire.

Chickens are naturally ordinary chickens, this is the dream world, it can be said that everything here belongs to Gu Chuanxia, he naturally doesn't care about a roast chicken, don't say it's a roast chicken, it's a roast phoenix, Gu Chuanxia may not see it in his eyes. But if it is baked by Daoji monks, it is very different.

"Not much!" Monk Daoji didn't twist his head, and refused very happily.

Gu Chuanxia smiled and took out a pot of wine from his arms, this wine is a good wine sent by the Taibai Sword Sect, it took thirty years to brew alone, using countless spiritual fruits and elixirs, after brewing, it was cellared for another three hundred years, which is rare in the world.

As soon as the flask is opened, the rich aroma of the wine spreads.

Monk Jian sniffled, his crazy eyes lit up slightly, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed Gu Chuanxia.

The ancient legend was about to avoid it with one hand, but the next moment he paused.

Because he felt that the wine jug in his hand was empty, he grabbed the monk, although he didn't catch the wine jug in Gu Chuanxia's hand, but he grabbed all the wine inside.

When Gu Chuanxia came back to his senses, he only faintly felt a few wisps of sliding traces, but he couldn't tell what the specific path was.

"Great Grandmaster!" Gu Chuanxia's eyes widened, he didn't expect that the mad monk in front of him turned out to be the Great Grandmaster. Only the Great Grandmaster can make the Dao invisible, and even he can't grasp the trajectory.

Monk Dian is the second great master he has ever seen, and he is different from Zhang Sanfeng's temperament of being inside things and meaning outside the world. The feeling that the monk gave to the ancient legend was so real, but if you looked closely, it was as ethereal as the clouds and smoke in the sky. You think you can see it, you can reach out and touch it, but you can't catch anything.

And in the body of the monk, there is a more subtle force, which appears from time to time. If it weren't for the monk who snatched the wine from the wine jug, he might not have been able to find out.

The monk took off the wine gourd on his waist, swallowed a big mouthful, squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and let out a long breath.

"Good wine!

"Such a good wine, if there is half a catty of braised beef and a plate of peanuts, then it would be even better. ”

Gu Chuanxia smiled slightly, clapped his hands, and a plate of peanuts and a stack of braised beef appeared in front of the two.

This ability to create something out of nothing, in this dream world, the ancient legend is effortless.

"Okay, good!" Monk Shangxi's hands danced, stretched out his black claws and grabbed the braised beef on the plate, and grabbed a handful while eating and handed it to Gu Chuanxia.

"Eat, eat, you eat!"

Gu Chuanxia took the beef, ignored the filth on the beef, and threw it into his mouth and chewed without changing his face.

"The monk drinks wine and eats meat, can he be worthy of the Buddha?" Gu Chuanxia snatched the wine gourd in the monk's hand and raised his head to take a sip. The strange thing is that the wine that was originally full of light spirit and like fairy elixir, after being soaked in this wine gourd, there is more red dust and miscellaneous taste, which makes the taste of this wine more simple and returns to the true meaning of the wine itself.

Perhaps it is not meant to be used for elegance or ruthlessness, but its original taste should be to sit at the dinner table and drink it slightly after a hard day's work, and eliminate the satisfaction of exhaustion.

It is a kind of recovery product that allows people to be able to cope with the hardships of tomorrow and still be full of vitality.

The monk took back the wine gourd, took a sip with a sip, opened his mouth full of big yellow teeth, and laughed: "Others don't cultivate their hearts, but I don't cultivate my mouth." I am a Buddha and my heart is a Buddha's heart, so what does it matter if I eat on my mouth?"

"The monk is right!" Gu Chuanxia nodded, but he didn't quite agree.

The monk's reasoning seems to be very correct, but it is not.

Ordinary monks practice Buddhism and martial arts, but without his concentration and ability, even if there are three thousand red dust, it is just a passing cloud, and there is compassion in his heart, and he will not waver. Therefore, it is necessary to spur the body and mind with clear rules and precepts, and practice **** to strengthen skills. Those monks under the guise of 'wine and meat through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in his heart', to put it bluntly, they are still monks with wine and meat, and they don't abide by the rules and precepts.

In fact, there is no difference between the bodhi body and the bodhi body, but there is only a difference between the practitioners.

For those who are born Buddhas, the former is detachment, a natural and free letting go, just like the upside-down monk in front of him. In his eyes, there is no real difference between chicken, beef, wine, melons, fruits and vegetables, and clear spring nectar, everything is just the appearance, but his true colors are a generation of real monks. For those ordinary people, the latter is cultivation, a process of exercising the body and mind, and cutting off troubles. Otherwise, even if you are in a pure place, your heart will be like hell.

Gu Chuanxia does not deal with Buddhism, but this does not mean that he is full of antipathy to Buddhism. What he is targeting is actually those dirty Buddhas who are fighting for power and profit under the guise of Buddhahood.

Every truth that can stand the test of time has its necessity and reason for existence. Buddha is no exception, and the ancient legend has never let go of learning and excavating it. It's just that the one who cultivates the Buddha is also a human being, and everyone has seven emotions and six desires that are unforgettable, so the Buddha is also dragged into the red dust and desires and becomes dirty.

The ancient legend is not here to be with the Buddha of Taoism, so when it comes to his mouth, he has tasted it all lightly.

The two of them shared the fat chicken, and after they were full of wine and food, Monk Tuan was looking at Gu Chuanxia, and his eyes were cloudy and drowsy. But Gu Chuanxia was shocked in his heart, and the hairs on his body stood upside down.

He felt that he had been seen through by Dao Ji, a monk who had turned upside down, and everything in his past seemed to have no secrets in the eyes of this monk.

He has already begun to try to touch the beginning and the end of the beginning, and to spy on the tentacles towards the beginning and the end of the farther. Gu Chuanxia thought in his heart.

The beginning of the Yuan refers to the time of crossing the fracture and fragmentation, returning to the beginning of the universe, and the obstacles and tribulations that need to be faced are far beyond the imagination of the current ancient legends. In ancient times, the only person who really arrived at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty was Yuan Shi Tianzun.

And the final refers to being able to see and enter the last era of the great universe, to see its destruction, to see its collapse. Insight into the future of everything, such a person, in ancient times, there was only one person close to this realm, and that was Lingbao Tianzun.

(To be continued.) )