Han Shi forgot everything, and in his heart, there was only this piece of silver that was extinguished.

Even the three-year covenant with Dao Zhou was forgotten, it was not that Han Shi did not keep his promise, but he knew that Dao Zhou would naturally wake him up from the Thunder Lake after three years.

This Thunder Lake seemed to be able to feel Han Shi's mood, and became more violent, originally only raging in the area where Han Shi was located, and the scope gradually expanded, and finally expanded to almost half of the lake.

At the same time, the eyes of everyone outside the Thundercloud Lake once again appeared shocked, the thunder and lightning that were already very dense suddenly became stronger again, becoming a pillar of thunder through the sky, and countless thunderbolts went straight to the sky, this scene was like the end of the world, even the group of Yuanying monks sitting around the Thundercloud Lake were solemn and silent, but their eyes were flickering.

"Is there a baby coming out?"

At the moment when everyone fell silent, a fat-headed and fat-eared monk in the early stage of foundation building said softly.

This person was originally just talking to himself, but the timing of this sentence was extremely coincidental, when everyone was quiet, he was the only one who spoke, and what was even more peculiar was that in the sound of thunder, there was a very small quiet gap, which happened to be when this person spoke to himself.

His voice was extremely clear, and in the wind, it instantly spread throughout the entire Leiyun Lake, just like the only black lump in a pot of white rice porridge, and it was impossible not to attract attention.

The next moment, this person saw one of the most shocking scenes in his life, which made him still excited when he recalled it many years later, and even when he was dying, his eyes were as bright as they were at the beginning.

The monks outside the Thundercloud Lake, there were no less than three thousand figures, and at this moment, as if they had already made an appointment, they all turned their heads and looked at the fat monk who had just spoken.

At this moment, the fat monk saw a lot in these gazes.

There was surprise, surprise how could he say what he thought in his heart so openly, don't you know that words are like gold.

There is hatred, hatred of how he is so unruly, he is a junior, in the presence of many seniors, he dares to speak out.

There is praise, praise for his courage to say what he thinks in front of so many people, although everyone knows what he thinks.

Some watch good shows, some have murderous intentions, some have encouragement, and some are dismissive.

There are those who are disgusted, those who are indifferent, those who nod slightly, and those who sneer.

Almost at this glance, the fat monk experienced almost all the eyes he could see in his life, and this scene, even after many years, was still very clear, like a soldering iron, leaving a mark deep in his heart.

This glance is like a lifetime!

He didn't remember what kind of expression he had at this moment, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, he didn't remember it at all, but in his heart, there was a feeling that he couldn't put into words, which gave him a unique understanding of himself at that moment, an understanding of himself.

His body trembled, as if he could not support his own weight, and immediately sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes, and began to feel, at this moment, he seemed to be able to feel that there was an invisible burden, which he left behind.

When he opens his eyes again, his life will be a completely new one.

This kind of enlightenment can't be replaced by any treasure, and the fat monk has a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he is meditating, motionless.

The monks around him all chose to stay away from this person, as if they were avoiding calamity, and only the fat monk was left to sit upright, which was extremely conspicuous.

Looking at the seemingly never-ending thunder light, the corners of Han Shi's mouth also showed a smile, but at this moment, there was a striking resemblance to the smile of the fat monk, and he was also immersed in enlightenment.

His eyes did not shine brightly, but were calm, just like a Confucian scholar reading a book, and when he saw a wonderful passage, he did not make an act of admiration, but returned it with an appreciative smile and an approving look, which was enough.

In front of him, a phantom of ashlar slowly emerged, showing black, white and gray, and Han Shi stared at ashlar.

For a long time, his eyes showed a strange color, and his mind was racing, this bloodline phantom Han Shi had always thought that it was because of the condensation of the natal stone after cultivating the stone technique, but now it seems that this may not be the case.

The heptagonal bluestone is the physical natal stone, and the black and white ashlar is also the natal stone, but it is an imaginary body.

This black and white ashlar is the power of his mind and understanding, hidden in his blood, so it will only be a shadow.

The withered and glorious twin trees he saw were like the black and white sides of the ashlar, black represented withering and white representing glory, and the faint gray on the third side represented everything between withering and glory, just like morning and dusk, between night and day.

Another example is that a person's life begins at the moment of birth and does not stop until the final death, and between life and death is between withering and glorifying.

Everything in this world is wandering back and forth between the withering and the bright.

A hundred years ago, when Han Shi had an epiphany for the first time, the insights he gained had long been submerged in his mind and hidden in his blood, but he didn't know that since he cultivated the Dingtian Stone Formula, this perception was intertwined with the power of the Stone Formula, and this black and white ashlar stone was formed.

This square stone is not an entity, because it is transformed by the power of his mind, and now Han Shi has not yet materialized it, but one day, he will definitely have this power.

In his early years, he had heard Master mention that if you want to break through to the spiritual cultivation, you must be able to understand the so-called artistic conception, in fact, the artistic conception is not exclusive to monks, no matter who you are, from the day you are born, you will gradually form a mind of your own in your heart.

The vast majority of people, before Shouyuan is cut off, cannot refine their minds to the realm of transparency, that is, they cannot form an artistic conception.

But there are always exceptions to everything, Zhou Yi once said that when he traveled the world in his early years, he once met a black-haired Confucian who lived in a bamboo forest in a beautiful but inaccessible place.

That person was obviously just a mortal, but he had an extremely extraordinary artistic conception, and the momentum exuded from his body made Zhou Yi also feel an invisible pressure.

This person has never cultivated in his life, but there are more than two hundred longevity yuan, which is beyond the reach of mortals, even if he is a monk, he needs to build a foundation to cultivate at least to do it.

Zhou Yi sat down with him and said, for three days and three nights, the man didn't talk much, but he had a magical pen in his hand, and there were many words, and the man used a paintbrush to hide many essence thoughts in a painting, as an answer to Zhou Yi.

Between the two, one said and the other painted, in such a unique way, they talked to each other.

Three days later, the man looked up to the sky and laughed and walked away.

"I have lived here for a hundred years, and today I have attained enlightenment, so that I know what it is to let go, I am very happy, my heart is very happy......"

The man's last words seemed to still echo in Zhou Yi's ears, Zhou Yi's eyes showed a strange color, staring at the figure of the man who was gradually disappearing in the distance, and his heart was shocked.

In this argument, he actually lost.

In Zhou Yi's spiritual sense, the hut in the bamboo forest has a lot of treasures, and there are several very precious things, if these things are exchanged for gold and silver, I am afraid that it will be no less than millions of taels of gold.

Among them, there are many paintings painted by that person in the past, and several of them contain extraordinary artistic conceptions, even if they make the Yuanying monk comprehend, these paintings are more valuable than those precious things in Zhou Yi's eyes.

But the man said to put it down, but he didn't even look back and let go of everything, and even the paintbrush in his hand was thrown to Zhou Yi by this person, so to speak, except for the clothes on his body, he didn't take away a single thing.

The man said that he would let go freely, which also made Zhou Yi feel a trace of envy, whether he could also be like that person, let go of everything behind him, and choose to leave.

Zhou Yi sighed lightly, he had already stepped into the path of cultivation, how could he say that he could let go if he gave up.