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Fifteen, the full moon is in the sky, in this night is full of dark rivers and lakes, the bright moon is also a rare luxury. Because only the bright moon can make you have enough light in the darkness.

The moonlight shined through the window, which was fully open, gilding everything inside the room with a soft silver hue.

Jiang Feng stood in front of Rama's body, his silver mask gone.

"The curse of the Heavenly Crying Sutra can only be avoided by those who have attained enlightenment, today, I will take a look at what is so strange about this enlightened person!"

As Jiang Feng's hands gently pressed on the remains of Rama, which had been reassembled together. In the next moment, the artistic conception of the sound of swords suddenly spread in the room, completely surrounding the body of Narama.

At this time, Rama's body was as if after a long drought, he suddenly encountered the grass and trees of Ganlin. A serene, indifferent, but it seems to imply domineering, and a breath of vitality arises spontaneously.

Artistic conception is such a thing, it doesn't have to be achieved through martial arts. Whether it is poetry and songs, or calligraphy and painting, as long as it can really conform to the Tao and get its reason, you can understand the mystery of the artistic conception.

And Rama is a person who has some extremely profound Buddhist comprehension. Whether it is Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, or even Feng Shui miscellaneous, their theories in the later stage are nothing more than one, that is, to comprehend the heaven and earth.

When their comprehension of the heavens and the earth reaches a certain level, this comprehension is not just a thought. And it was like an inexplicable substance, fused with their flesh and blood, producing all kinds of unpredictable changes.

Before Lu Zhu died, he told Drizzle about the secret of Rama's body: Only profound Buddhism can solve the mystery.

It is because if a person cannot be accepted by the Dharma conception in Rama's body, then it will be difficult for him to comprehend the essence of Rama's legacy in the past.

But for Jiang Feng, all this is not necessary at all.

Rama's body is like a locked door, and the Dharma is the key to open this lock. But the only way to open the door is not necessarily to open the lock. It's like breaking a door violently, it doesn't seem to be bad.

As the sword intent in the entire hut became more and more intense, soon, the body of Rama, who had been quiet, suddenly moved.

The dead man will suddenly move on his own, and if someone else comes, the first reaction should be to deceive the corpse. It's just that at this time, Jiang Feng's face full of heavenly weeping and curses suddenly had a smile.

The chirping of insects outside the window sounded, high-pitched and distant......

The World-Honored Shakyamuni was in the city of Kuna and the two trees of the two trees, east, west, north and south, each with two trees, each with two trees, one glorious and one withered, called 'four withered and four glorious'.

According to the Buddhist scriptures, the Eastern Twin Tree means 'constant and impermanence', the Southern Twin Tree means 'happiness and no happiness', the Western Twin Tree means 'self and non-self', and the Northern Twin Tree means 'pure and impure'. The tree of prosperity and glory signifies the true state of Nirvana: permanence, happiness, self, and purity, while the withered and withered tree shows the state of the world: impermanence, no happiness, no self, and no purity. If the Buddha enters and dies between these eight realms, it means that it is neither dry nor glorious, neither false nor empty.

The artistic conception contained in the body of Narama is withered glory.

In a trance, Jiang Feng felt like he was in a high mountain. Rama was meditating in the courtyard, with Jiang Feng sitting beside him.

Rama suddenly pointed to the two trees in the courtyard, one withered and one prosperous, and asked me first, "Are those two trees better withered or honored?"

Jiang Feng thought about it for a while, there is an answer to this question, and there is no answer.

"Glorious good" means that a person is enthusiastic and enterprising; "dry good" means that a person is pure and indifferent; even if "the withered are withered by him, and the prosperous are glorified by him", it is just conforming to nature and each has its own cause.

"Yunyan is lonely, and the splendid style is the Tao; I am convinced that Gao Chan knows this meaning, and he sits idly and lets the glory and wither. ”

Jiang Feng said and turned to Rama, Rama didn't speak, just laughed and smiled.

Rama stretched out his hand, and suddenly a seed took root, sprouted, grew, blossomed, bore fruit, and withered.

Above life and death, there is still withering glory, Jiang Feng seems to have seen something.

But at this moment, everything in front of him seemed to be like a mirage in the early morning mist. The breeze came slowly, the water waves were not exciting, but the fog gradually disappeared.

The insect chirping outside the window fell, and that heaviness fell to the end of heaven and earth.

The river breeze exhaled a long breath, the night was cold and windy, but the wind could not sweep the turbidity in the mouth of the river wind. It was as condensed as a match, and it fell into Rama's body.

The next moment, Narama's body looked like an ordinary corpse that had been weathered for a long time. In the blink of an eye, it has turned into a speck of dust as fine as a grain of sand.

The most precious thing in Rama's body is nothing more than the withered and glorious artistic conception left by Rama. If there is really a person who cultivates the Dharma here, maybe he will be able to soar to the sky, get the entire inheritance of the other party in an instant, and thus become a generation of eminent monks.

But for Jiang Feng, this inheritance has become a key. A key that can make Jiang Feng break through the refining of qi and transform the gods, and achieve the realm of refining the gods and returning them to the void.

"Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withering, the wildfire is inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and grows again......"

Jiang Feng came back to his senses, and bursts of crisp voices slowly dispersed. The moment the voice fell, the artistic conception of the sword in the room had been wiped out, and at the same time, a kind of artistic conception of withering glory and life and death began to slowly appear up and down Jiang Feng's body, circulating endlessly.

Extraordinary, on Jiang Feng's face, a stream of black and white air began to struggle and hover like a spirit snake dancing.

The artistic conception of Kurong in Rama's body was guided to his face by Jiang Feng at this time, colliding with the power of the curse contained in the Crying Sutra that day, and entangled. Even with Jiang Feng's endurance, his face still bloomed with expressions of struggle and pain at this time.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Jiang Feng suddenly took three steps backwards, and the last step was as if he was stepping on the hollow sand. In an instant, Jiang Feng's small half of his right leg sank into the floor

"Damn, even the withered and glorious artistic conception in Rama's body can't help the curse of this Heavenly Crying Sutra! It seems that only when I truly break through to the realm of refining the gods and returning to the void, can I take back the power of the Heavenly Crying Sutra for my own use?"

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng stretched out his hand and brought the flying silver mask back to his face. Then his right hand pinched the sleeve of his coat for a while, and then his figure moved and disappeared without a trace.

The wind blew out the candles and diluted everything that had ever been in the house. (To be continued.) )