This painting is lifelike, and in it, there is only one water, one day.

Han Shi looked at the picture for a long time, at first his face was still a little confused, this confusion, like a fog, but was penetrated by a gradually brighter gaze, his eyes were like the scene in the painting, half of it was water, half of it was sky.

"This water, this day ......"

Han Shi muttered, as if he had touched the edge of some thought, but this thought, like a breeze, just felt it, and then dissipated without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

On his neck and the back of his hands, there are green tendons bursting out, this faint diaphragm, once it breaks through, it will enter a completely new world, even with Han Shi's calm and resolute mentality, he can't help but feel a little anxious at this moment.

"Between the withered glory, between the water and the sky, but I don't know where the boundary between the water and the sky is?"

The white-eyed Zen master lowered his eyes and said softly, and in his gaze, a ghostly light flashed, making it difficult for people to detect.

Han Shi's heart was shocked, and a dazzling light burst out in his eyes, and the words of the white-eyed Zen master were like a bell ringing deep in the mountains, piercing the layer of separation in his heart through a gap.

Water and sky, such a scene is extremely common, that is, because it is common, it will often be ignored, most people look at the scene of the water surface, but few people notice that the water surface is actually the sky.

The water and the sky coexist in a completely integrated way.

A drop of water, falling on the surface of the water, no matter how big or small the droplet, will bring up a wisp of ripples, and that ripple is the cry of life of the droplet.

The reason why the sea never disappears is precisely because of the never-ending waves, that is glory.

The boundary between water and sky is the ripples on the surface of the water, and when they are together, that is the sound of water.

If a piece of water is as smooth as a mirror, without the slightest fluctuation, it is dry.

If there is no anger, there is no heart to fight with the sky, that is withering.

Withering glory is just like life and death, but it is different from life and death.

The wood is ancient for dry, the ancient, yesterday also.

The so-called withered person is that a person cannot stay in the memory of others, but should live in the present and do what he thinks in his heart.

In the spring, the plants and trees are thriving, bringing a strong vitality, but the spring will eventually pass, and in the winter, the plants and trees will become withered again.

But even in the cold winter wax moon, there is an unyielding atmosphere, facing the wind and snow, blooming with the color of life, just like plum, when the white covers the heaven and earth, only it is a touch of red, lighting up people's hearts.

Rong is not completely born, but an unyielding idea, lost, it loses the meaning of living in the present, even if people are still alive, but that is already dry.

The moth to the fire is the last glory of its life, and it is also the most glorious moment, it has never yielded, it has never regretted.

The white-eyed old monk's eyes were deep, revealing a trace of imperceptible struggle and pain, but he was pressed down in an instant, his face returned to normal, and his right hand once again had a little tea, and under the stroke of the wooden table, a circle the size of a palm was formed.

"The end of the dry pole and glory is in this circle, if you understand, you understand, if you don't understand, you don't understand......"

The white-eyed Zen master slowly closed his eyes with a smile, his breath gradually faded, and there was no joy or sadness on his face, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Han Shi looked at the circle on the table until the water stains gradually dissipated, the corners of his mouth showed a clear smile, his heart was extremely quiet, and a sense of transparency made his artistic conception condense at a very fast speed.

On Han Shi's body, a smell of cinderella appeared, and it was like a century-old monk who had attained the Tao and smiled.

After a long time, he got up and bowed respectfully to Zen Master Baimei, did not speak, walked out of the meditation room, walked out of the courtyard, walked out of the Tuoye Temple, and did not look back.

The end of the withering pole and glory, in fact, the so-called ultimate, is all vain!

The circle is a reincarnation, withered in it, glory in it, through the withering, it is glory, through the glory, it is withering, where is the end!

The circle has no beginning and no end, just like reincarnation......

The so-called extreme is only in a certain direction!!

Han Shi walked on the way down the mountain, his eyes did not fluctuate, but calm, looking at the road ahead, as well as those pedestrians who passed by him, his artistic conception has already taken shape, and it is still condensing, over time, it will be a small success, but he can feel that if he wants to complete the artistic conception, there is still an extremely important link missing----- entering the world and returning to the dust.

This matter is urgent, and he has to wait until Han Shi returns to Xuanyang Gate and survives the catastrophe before he can enter the WTO to understand.

Behind him, the black, white and gray three-color ashlar reappeared, the three colors flickered, this time, only Han Shi himself could see this stone, and the pedestrians who passed by Han Shi did not notice it at all, but in a trance, it seemed that in the memory, two clear eyes were left.

Black is dry, white is glory, and gray is between withering and glory!

Every flickering represents a withering glory, and at the same time, it is also a reincarnation.

Between these flickerings, Han Shi's mind is transforming towards the artistic conception at an indescribable speed, and within ten years, it will reach the point of Xiaocheng.

After a long time, the three-color square stone behind Han Shi slowly dissipated, he turned his head to look at the Tuoye Temple, which was mostly covered by white clouds, and with a faint smile, he flew towards Haori City.

Not long after Han Shi left, the white-eyed Zen master, who seemed to be in a deep sleep, slowly opened his eyes, spurted out a large mouthful of blood, his face suddenly turned gray, and a rather gloomy voice sounded in his heart.

"Han Guang, if you forcibly spread the Dao thoughts, causing a backlash, as a punishment for you, the time for soul melting will be advanced by a hundred years. ”

The white-eyed Zen master's face changed, sneered, ignored the voice, but played an aura, integrated into the ink painting on the wall, this painting changed again, during which there appeared a heaven and earth flood prison, this painting came out, it seemed that this meditation room, including the courtyard, all turned into a part of the flood prison, locked tightly, not allowed to enter and exit.

"Han Guang, can you stop me for a while, can you stop me for a lifetime, after the soul melts, what can you do to me?" The gloomy voice sounded again, and after that, it slowly dissipated.

"The old man Rongling is powerless to stop it, but before that, you are here, drinking tea and reading with the old man, and the old man will not step out of this place again in this life. ”

The white-eyed Zen master looked calm and whispered, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and sadness.

The only thing he can do now is to never leave this place until he loses his mind, and he will no longer be covered by the killing as before.

......

Haori City is nearly a thousand miles long, just in and out of the city gate, there are more than 300, once you come to the near place, there is a strong sense of solemnity rushing to the face, people can't help but feel solemn.

Han Shi's figure appeared at the gate of Haori City, and after paying ten lower grade spirit stones, he walked into the city, according to the location recorded in the jade slip, Jun's house was in the southwest corner of Haori City, in a house.

Han Shi walked in the city, and he could obviously feel a faint aura around him, although this aura was useless to him, but for those monks who had just entered the Ning Yuan period, under absorption, they could still improve their cultivation, so there were many more monks in this Haori City than Changhai City, even mortals, under the influence of this aura, they were also full of energy, and their eyes were bright.

Although it is good here, it does not give Han Shi a sense of belonging, and he always wants to return to the Jin Kingdom.

There, there is his concern!

Han Shi was like a mortal, walking on the streets of Haori City, in a corner where no one was around, he suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already at the door of the Jun family's house.

His face was a little solemn, this gate was unguarded, but no one around was close to here, with Han Shi's eyesight, he could see at a glance that near this gate, there was a formation guarded, Yuan Ying cultivated as the following people, if he forcibly broke through the door, he would be controlled by the formation, and the place covered by this formation was not only the gate, but the entire periphery of the Jun family was under the protection of the formation.

"Junzhou senior, Han Shi comes to worship. ”

Han Shi patted the storage bag, took out the jade slip that Jun Wuwu had left at that time, and exuded a spiritual sense towards it.