The spring breeze is fresh, and the moonlight is like water.

The palace of Qixia Temple rises and falls, the shadows are colorful, and there is less of a majestic and ancient meaning under the night moon, and there is a little more gloomy and quiet atmosphere.

As if in the lowest part of the deep sea, the consciousness of the master of wisdom slowly rises to the surface from the infinite depths.

On the water is the so-called real world.

Without warning, the Wisdom Master involuntarily woke up from a deep meditation.

His senses immediately began to move rapidly, from near to far, and all the movements of the fighting room, the Zen monastery, and even almost the entire Qixia Temple were like a clear reflection in an instant, all of which were incorporated into the mirror-like meditation mind.

His sense of hearing, second only to the Zen mind, also told him that his surroundings were surprisingly calm, and that before he entered this deep meditation at night, the monks came and went, and the noisy and lively world were two different worlds.

Everything seems to be out of the ordinary!

The Master of Wisdom still maintained the posture of sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of peace and tranquility, and his whole body was as calm as ever, but he began to carry out the work of self-examination before facing the enemy.

To his surprise, he felt more comfortable than he had ever felt before, not the drowsiness he would have after a long sleep after meditating before, or the congestion of qi and blood, and the pain in his back and legs.

In fact, the practice of the essence of the Lotus and the Zen method of [Maha Dharma] has reached his level, stopping is concentration, contemplation is wisdom, taking (scattering) the mind is staminating, contemplation is wisdom, meditation is contemplation, and contemplation is sustaining.

There is no need to deliberately maintain it, and we are always immersed in the state of selflessness and aspectlessness of great purity, great joy, and great wisdom, no matter how long we are meditating or sleeping. There is no reason to be "uncomfortable".

However, this half-night meditation. His Zen mind was unconscious. Accidentally escaping into the infinite silence that can be encountered but not sought, the spiritual sense is infinitely keen, and even the vague sense of "foreknowledge" is born in the impossible, faintly knowing that an uninvited guest is coming.

At this moment, every pore of his was cheering, his thoughts were turning quickly, and his skills were more refined, and he benefited greatly this time. It is almost not inferior to the results of the first cultivation with the help of He's Bi!

Undoubtedly, he took a small step towards the highest level of Mahabharatsu Zen teachings, the realm of 'one thought and three thousand'.

A faint joy welled up in his heart, and in an instant, it passed away like a streamer, without staining his clear Zen heart with the slightest dust.

Although he is now in a simple and simple Zen room, in his eyes, it is better than the palace annex.

Everything is surprisingly beautiful.

In the moonlight outside the window, everything shone in its purity.

The new cobwebs in the corners, the old futons on the floor, its very existence. It has been implicit in the truth, with a certain profound meaning that transcends matter.

The Master of Wisdom looked around. I saw things that I usually completely ignored.

Just like an epiphany, his consciousness and senses changed amazingly, just like a small fish that has lived under the deep sea for a long time, floating on the surface for the first time and coming into contact with the strangely beautiful and moving world above the water.

A sound of footsteps interrupted his train of thought, and in the footsteps, there was also a very faint sound, which could not escape the warning net of the wisdom master's hearing.

In the moment before the enemy, a sense of tranquility rose from the depths of his mind, and he felt quiet and happy like never before.

In this quiet and empty room, he first heard the sound of his own breathing, his heartbeat, the sound of his blood flowing, the sound of rats moving in the burrow, and the sound of insects in the wooden beams.

Every sound in the surrounding environment, from the sound of the wind to the faint sound of insects and ants crawling, he felt and heard it at the same time.

Usually the average person feels that they can only focus on one goal at a time. For example, when you concentrate on listening to the sound of running water, you naturally ignore the sound of the wind, and vice versa.

But hearing all kinds of sounds of different natures at the same time at the same time like the Master of Wisdom at this moment is already a supersensory sensation that transcends ordinary senses.

He not only hears voices, but also feels the vitality of all kinds of life.

In this unprecedented ethereal moment, he felt a huge and incomparable spiritual power.

Suppose Master Jiaxiang is a dead tree with hidden vitality, Emperor Xin Venerable is an awe-inspiring and inviolable statue, and Master Daoxin is a fresh breeze and a clear spring in the mountains and forests.

Then this uninvited guest is like a huge forest darkness, which at first glance seems to be a pitch-black sun that hangs high for nine days and blooms with infinite evil light, but there is an abyssal black hole that swallows all light and heat.

However, for some reason, the master of wisdom faintly felt that the spiritual "nature" presented by the other party always had a hazy feeling of seeing flowers in the fog and watching the moon in the water, which was like a real illusion, adding a bit of mystery......

The evil man he has seen in his life, perhaps second only to Xiang Yutian, is gradually approaching.

The wisdom master's left hand was as fast as ever with the sandalwood beads, and his right hand was slowly raised, standing on his chest, as if it was just a precursor to the ordinary one-palm salute.

But Jiaxiang and the other three holy monks who were familiar with him all knew that the [Heart Buddha Palm] that he had reached the realm of transformation was preparing to attack, and perhaps he would hit the strongest blow in the next moment, but the momentum of his whole body was extremely restrained, almost formless and phaseless.

Only the calm and radiance of the Holy Spirit in his eyes proved that his spirit had been condensed to its peak state.

At this moment, the dragon's roar descended from the night sky, covering the entire temple and mountain peaks, and the majestic and majestic artistic conception of the Great Perfection filled the heavens and the earth.

"Boring!" The sound of the energetic exchange of energy exploded suddenly, making people feel vibrated in the blood.

In the next moment, there was a loud bang, and an object slammed into the wall, bursting out of the room full of gravel and dust, but it stopped abruptly three feet away from the wisdom master, falling and scattering, making him helpless: the emperor's heart always can't quit the problem of being anxious!

Glancing at the small half-section of the Zen staff that came out of the wall, the wisdom master got up and stepped forward without hesitation, pushing the door out.

On the opposite side of the top of the hall, the Emperor Heart Venerable stands tall and looks down solemnly. On the left side of the courtyard, a black-clothed masked man hung a long sword from his waist, standing with his hands in his hands, and his bearing was outstanding.

The eyes of the two were sharp, like divine blades, clashing in the void, without any transfer due to the appearance of the wisdom master, and after the wisdom master stepped out of the door, he did not force the black-clothed man five feet away, but only stopped his pace and stood quietly under the eaves.

The black clouds in the sky swept away, covering the bright moon in an instant, and the ground was dark and dark.

A cool wind struck, blowing up the dust in the courtyard, but the two people facing each other up and down were silent, like two gods made of stone.

In his life, Emperor Heart Venerable had never seen anyone's eyes as sharp as half that of the man in black, although this was the second time the two had met, but in the last time, the other party had not achieved such a transcendent achievement.

The amazing thing is that his vision is like a substance, like a thousand catties, penetrating through his own eyes, and knocking heavily on the depths of the heart of the Emperor Heart Venerable.

He suddenly couldn't breathe, his heart palpitated, and his whole body seemed to soften.

A feeling of weakness and despair spread throughout his body, and he felt that the opponent he was facing was a giant who had no way to defeat him, oh no, it was a demon god!

The sky suddenly lit up, black clouds walked by, and the clear light of the moon sprinkled again, filling the heavens and the earth.

Inspired by this natural world, the Venerable Emperor Heart was shaken, and in an instant he restored the artistic conception of the Great Perfection of righteousness and brightness.

The thoughts that turned sharply in my mind at some point suddenly stopped, winning or losing, defeating and winning, the two became one, indistinguishable from each other.

The spirit of the whole person, combined with the ten thousand transformations, returned to nature, and was hit by the man in black just now, and the gap in his soul was opened in an instant, and he was immersed in the realm of truth and immobility again.

"Amitabha!"

Emperor Xin Venerable proclaimed the Buddha's name, suppressed the palpitations in his heart, and sighed in a deep voice: "After a few years, I didn't think that the cultivation of the pavilion master has reached such a state, and the poor monk admires it!"

However, the method that the Pavilion Master has just used doesn't seem to be the martial arts path of the Heavenly Pavilion?"

The tone was calm, both sighing and undisguised surprise.

Shi Zhixuan, who was tightly wrapped in black clothes and black scarves, was also a little surprised in his heart, just now he used the power of the Yang God to simulate the ability of the demon seed, and exerted the power of spiritual transformation in the eye contact, which made the heart of the Emperor Heart Venerable feel deeply pressed, and planted the seed of defeat in his mind.

was already on the verge of success, but the other party suddenly awakened to his true nature, and he fell short.

Of course, there is luck among them, with the help of the natural factors of black clouds passing through the moon and the alternation of sky, but if it weren't for the Emperor's Heart Venerable's firm will and Zen mind, it would never be possible to resist the spiritual invasion that is infinitely close to the realm of returning to the void so easily. (To be continued.) )