A few days later, in the distance, a whirlpool several zhang in size fell into Han Shi's eyes.

There were black and white flashes on it, roughly judging that there were still hundreds of miles away, Han Shi suddenly felt something in his heart, withdrew the flying sword, fell to the ground, and looked ahead.

There is a tall mountain peak in front, the pine gully on the mountain peak is wavering, the breeze blows, with a burst of pine nuts fragrance, people walk in the mountains, the heart is relaxed, climb high and look far away, will be open.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a pavilion with a waterfall flowing down from the mountain, and the sound of the rushing water not only does not seem noisy, but highlights the tranquility of the mountain.

On the gazebo, there is a middle-aged scribe figure, standing on the edge of the gazebo, looking at the waterfall.

The middle-aged scribe had his left hand behind his waist, and his right hand was gently shaking the feather fan, muttering in his mouth, and chuckling from time to time.

Han Shi restrained his breath, strolled over, and looked at Songtao's gaze, and there was also a trace of softness.

The sound of pine, water, and wind are intertwined, and a trace of eternal feeling fills his heart, making Han Shi gradually feel intoxicated.

He closed his eyes, and even his spiritual sense was completely withdrawn, like a blind man, groping his way through the path between the mountains and forests, although he stumbled, it made Han Shi smile between his eyebrows.

The laughter lasted for a long time, and gradually, it turned into laughter.

The laughter is getting louder and louder, but there is no sense of harshness, as soon as this laughter comes out, it merges with the sound of pine water, water and wind, not only does not have a sense of abruptness, but there is a sense of perfection close to mellow and wishful.

The middle-aged scribe's eyes showed appreciation, "This person knows how to comprehend the way of heaven with the help of the natural power of heaven and earth, if it is not an ordinary person, I should stop at it, or ......"

There are paths on this peak, but most of them have been covered by grass and trees, so it is difficult to walk, and Han Shi almost did not step on it steadily several times and fell off the cliff.

But such a dangerous situation did not make him open his eyes, from the moment he closed his eyes, Han Shi felt in his heart, this kind of perception is extremely rare, compared with the first two epiphanies, it is not inferior, if you can't grasp it, you will definitely regret it.

As the mountain rose, the surroundings gradually calmed down, and after a long time, Han Shi stopped, his face was calm, and he opened his eyes.

This realization is safe when it comes, and quiet when it goes, there is no need to force it to stay, and there is no need to regret it, otherwise, it will leave a crack in his Dao heart.

Looking at the gazebo not far away, Han Shi's eyes had a strange color, and he started to walk towards the gazebo.

The middle-aged scribe shook the feather fan lightly and stood at the entrance of the pavilion with a calm face and looked at Han Shi.

The eyes of the two met in the air, as if they had a strange sense, Han Shi got closer and closer, but he was very surprised in his heart, this person seemed to be just a mortal, but the invisible momentum exuded by his body was not weaker than that of a person with great magical powers.

No, it should be said that it is even stronger.

It is not a cultivation to be strong, but a kind of understanding of heaven and earth, the combination of one's own confidence, and the invisible momentum that emanates.

This feeling makes people feel shocked and convinced, Han Shi suddenly felt alert in his heart, this feeling is like invisible water, silently infiltrating all things, naturally including people's hearts.

But as a stone cultivator, he is like the mainstay, although he has stood in the water for hundreds of billions of years, and the waves have invaded and impacted, he has always had a proud bone buried in his heart, how can he be easily convinced?

There was a hint of surprise in the middle of the middle-aged scribe's eyes, and Han Shi's face was in a trance for a moment, and he immediately regained his calmness, and even became more calm, obviously not intimidated by his momentum.

And the same Zhuji monks, even Yuan Dan and Yuan Ying early monks, when they saw him for the first time, they all left a seed of convincing in their hearts.

Only this person can return to normal color in a snap of his fingers, and he is obviously a person with an extremely firm will.

The middle-aged scribe couldn't help but smile bitterly and laugh at himself, just hearing this person's laughter, he should have known that his Taoism was still not enough.

Han Shi arched his hand and said: "In Xia Hanshi, passing by here, I have seen Brother Tai." ”

The middle-aged scribe Lang laughed and said: "You're welcome, in the next surname song, a single name is a nine-character, meeting is fate, you might as well have a cup of tea and then leave." ”

Han Shi's face was calm, he nodded, and walked into the pavilion with the middle-aged scribe, in which there was a stone table, four stone benches, a teapot, and three teacups.

The middle-aged man filled all three teacups with tea, picked up one of them, handed it to Han Shi, and said with a smile: "People in the mountains and wilderness don't have good tea, just quench their thirst." ”

Han Shi was silent, sitting on the stone bench, savoring the tea, which had a strong fragrance in the mouth, but as soon as it was entered, it became light and tasteless.

After the tea flows into the abdomen, for a long time, the sweetness at the base of the tongue spreads, which is different from the sweetness of melons and fruits, and is a feeling like a clear stream, which can wash people's hearts.

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, "You raise your glass and drink it, aren't you afraid that this tea is poisonous?"

Han Shi said indifferently: "Since you promised Brother Taiwan to taste tea, even if it is poisonous, I will never refuse." ”

"Okay, then please have another drink. ”

There were three cups of tea on the stone table, and this third cup of tea gradually cooled down, and Han Shi's eyes swept over, and he had doubts in his heart, but he never asked.

Since the middle-aged scribe poured the tea, he turned a blind eye to the third cup of tea, let it go cold, and the words were always talking and laughing, this person was extremely talkative, it can be said that he knew astronomy and geography, Han Shi nodded from time to time, spoke less, and mainly listened.

The middle-aged scribe drank all the tea in his hand, sighed lightly, shook the feather fan, looked into the distance and said, "Brother Han, do you understand, what is true?"

Han Shi was silent, and said secretly in his heart: "This person is the divine operator who entered this place with the other four monks that day, and meeting this person here must not be a chance encounter, and the purpose of this person has always been incomprehensible."

In the Labyrinth Palace that day, the old man once said a sentence------ black is white, yes, yes is right and wrong.

Now that I think about it, there is a deep meaning in these words, although the old man did not explicitly say whether it is related to this god operator, but judging from all kinds of signs, I must not be unguarded. ”

Han Shi was silent, and said after a long time: "What is true must have a false corresponding, what we see may not be true, what we hear may not be false, the so-called true and false is nothing more than a judgment of the heart." ”

The middle-aged scribe glanced at Han Shi, with a slight approving expression in his eyes, but he shook his head slightly and said: "True and false, eternal and eternal, what you say is the judgment of people, imagine if all the creatures in this world are dead, then is there a difference between true and false in this world?"

Han Shi's eyes showed a contemplative look and he didn't say a word.

"Even, if this heaven and earth are fake, how can you and I tell the difference?" Han Shi's heart was shocked, and there was a look of shock in his eyes.

"What's more, if you and I are fake, how can we know for ourselves?" Han Shi's eyes flashed as he looked at the middle-aged scribe.

Slowly shaking the feather fan, the middle-aged scribe's face was calm, and he spoke again: "What's more, if everything in this world is true, only you and I have false hearts, and you and I know it, is it true or false?"

The middle-aged scribe raised the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea without hesitation, and said with a light smile: "There are dreams every day and night, everyone in the world thinks that the day is true, and the night dream is false, but if you don't wake up from a long sleep, wouldn't it be a dream come true, and everyone in the world will say that a beautiful dream comes true, this is a heartfelt statement."

The reason why dreams are dreams is precisely because there is reality, as if it is precisely because of the existence of white that people can understand what black is.

It's just that you and I can tell if we are in a dream called reality, talking about the truth and the false.

Or many years later, you and I will wake up from this dream that we don't know whether it's true or not, but we don't know if we can tell if it's true or not?"

The middle-aged scribe continued: "This is not only the five questions about truth and falsehood, although he is a mortal, but he likes to wander around, to say a big word, in the early years of the next footprints can be said to be all over the world, I have seen many strange things, after a long time, I have some unique ideas in my heart, do not vomit unhappy, if Brother Han thinks that he is talking nonsense, just laugh, don't take it seriously." ”

The middle-aged scribe raised the teacup, stared at the tea, and muttered.

"Is there really a real thing?"

This voice is as thin as a mosquito, if there is nothing, but it is in the ear, Han Shi heard it, as if there was a thunder flashing from the bottom of his heart, illuminating the dark places in his heart.

This seems to be an eternal moment, Han Shi seems to have glimpsed the Dao meaning like a white horse passing through the gap!