Xiongguan Mandao, endless current. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Moyin chose to be silent. Qihui was speechless. The border city of thousands of miles dominates one side, and the mountains and rivers move under the shadow. It lies there like a giant, unshakable, witnessing all the vicissitudes of the world.

Lu Dian suddenly felt that there was someone behind him. Just as he turned back, a mirror summoned him, the person who was exactly like himself. Lu Dian was surprised, and he stretched out his finger and pointed at Lu Dian's eyebrows. Time, space, everything in the world seemed to stop at this moment.

An unfamiliar figure appeared in Lu Dian's consciousness space. Lu Dian realized that it was a divine sense attack, and he was about to trap him with the Gaya Secret Realm. The dark space suddenly brightened, and the man disappeared. The Gaya space opened, shattering bits and pieces, and one picture was followed by memories from another time and space. Gaya's life, Gaya's memories quickly turned into three-dimensional pictures in Lu Dian's mind, wrapping himself in the middle.

Nine thousand six hundred and eighty years, reincarnated sixty-fourth. How many joys and sorrows, how many killing decisions, how many understandings are helpless. Everything in Gaya flocked to Lu Dian. Lu Dian searches in the world of Gaya, and is lost in Gaya's memory. Unfamiliar faces began to become familiar, and cold calls began to become warm. Buddha is no longer a cold word, and the life that Gaya has spent a full 9,680 years of enlightenment has injected into Lu Dian's soul.

"Nan Wu Amitabha!" Lu Dian clasped his hands together and had an epiphany. The emptiness of the Dharma, the emptiness of the phases, the Buddha's Dharma, the way of teaching and preaching, it turned out to be Nirvana silence, it turned out to be the path of suffering and extinction, and it turned out to be the smile of the flowers. The Buddha's laughter appeared in front of Lu Dian's eyes again, and the helpless laughter of reincarnation was probably only understood by the tattered ascetic Gaya. It turns out that the Buddha also has a sense of helplessness.

Lu Dian had just come to his senses, and Long Qianyu, who was sleeping in the ancient temple in the deep mountains, suddenly woke up and looked into the distance in disbelief.

"How is it possible? A faint white light shone on her back through the door, and it was a picture of the Emperor of Xudu. Long Qianyu slowly walked to the depths of the ancient temple, and under the ancient bell of the high bell tower was a huge water tank. In the water tank, a white lotus has just broken out of the water, the white lotus has not yet bloomed, but there are faint signs of blooming.

Long Qianyu looked at the white lotus in the water tank and said, "It seems that I can't continue to take care of you." Lin Shu said, the origin of the fate is extinguished, and there are several reincarnations. Entering the game will cause you to be in a different place, but I will get the resurrection pill for you, and I will nourish your soul and promote the spiritual root for you, which can be regarded as a friendship. I originally wanted to wait for you to fully recover before handing you over to Lu Dian in person, and then I would stop until you were in the wilderness. It's a pity that there are days and there is no time. With that, Long Qianyu picked off the white lotus and threw it into the air, and the white lotus flew straight down the mountain and fell into an ordinary mountain man's house.

"If I can return, I will come and enlighten you. In this life and the next life, promise not to regret each other. After Long Qianyu finished speaking, the white yarn was rolled, and the bronze bell fell down and covered the water tank. Long Qianyu looked back for a while, and then the white yarn flew away.

Lu Dian's mind turned, and the picture changed rapidly. Time and space seemed to be torn apart, and he who had just had an epiphany of Buddhism entered another consciousness. This picture is more grand and real, as if it is my own life. Lu Dian was lost in it, and the years of life and death were capricious.

He stood in the Jixia School Palace and learned a strange technique, and the general trend of the world has gone. That year, he was seventeen years old.

He stood in Jiugongling to apprentice and enter the cultivation method, and since then he has never stopped cultivating the truth and has been hidden in the world. That year, he was thirty years old.

He stood at Hangu Pass, and one station was Yijiazi. His Qimen technique and cultivation are unparalleled. The yellow sand is many, the green mountains are difficult to hide, and the pain of guarding the pass has not worn out his mind, he is waiting, waiting for the birth of a great sage of heaven and earth. Finally, when the catastrophe of heaven and earth was approaching, purple qi came from the east, and the color of heaven and earth changed. A green cow, dressed in green clothes, with white hair and a tail of dust. This great sage finally came to Hangu Pass. He waited, he finally arrived.

After that, it was a hundred years in a hurry, and finally before the catastrophe of heaven and earth came, they walked out of Hangu Pass and left.

"Dao Ke Dao, very Dao ......" The voice became clearer, Lu Dian slowly opened his eyes, and all the illusions disappeared, but he still couldn't judge whether it was really an illusion.

Fan Linmeng looked at Lu Dian and froze. This painting traitor turned out to be ......

He originally wanted to erase what Lu Dian had learned and make him an ordinary person. Unexpectedly, his consciousness entered Lu Dian's consciousness space and saw such a complex world. The Dharma of the Gaya space is immeasurable, and the Tao rhyme of Yin Xi's consciousness.

"Who are you?" asked Van Linmeng.

Lu Dian looked at the young man in front of him who didn't know what to say and whose strength was terrifying. Before he could ask about the origin of Fan Lin Meng, Fan Lin Meng asked him instead. Lu Dian took two steps back and found that everything around him seemed to be frozen. Mo Yin and Qi Hui just stood stunned and didn't react. Fan Lin Meng had no patience: "Who are you, why do you have Yin Xi's consciousness?"

As soon as the name Yin Xi came out, Lu Dian was shocked. The person in front of him actually knew that Guan Ling Yin Xi was also an earthling? Lu Dian pondered for a while and said, "I just got it unintentionally." ”

Fan Linmeng nodded and did not continue to ask, but unfolded Lu Dian's two paintings and said, "This is what you painted?"

Lu Dian chuckled in his heart. These two paintings were given to Lin Shuyu by himself, but he didn't expect goodbye to be such a scene. Lu Dian said: "What if it is? What if it is not?"

Fan Linmeng smiled: "I taught an apprentice, but unfortunately I took the wrong path, I don't want you to continue walking." Show me your skills and let me see how your painting skills are different from Feng Zishan?"

Lu Dian was shocked, the person in front of him actually claimed to be Feng Zishan's master, isn't it his own master? What did he mean when he said that Feng Zishan had taken a crooked path? Lu Dian opened his mouth to ask, and then saw Fan Lin Meng and said: "Don't talk nonsense, I won't answer any questions until you show your ability." ”

Lu Dian frowned, pressed the doubts in his heart, took a step back and said, "Then ask for advice." ”

"I'm a little curious about your drawing skills. After Fan Linmeng finished speaking, he floated back and distanced himself from Lu Dian.

Lu Dian looked at Mo Yin and Qi Hui, who were still fixed, and his two little apprentices, and hurriedly gave up another place, in case the war was not well controlled, it would be troublesome.

Lu Dian stood on the top of the mountain with his hands clenched very carefully, while Fan Lin Meng stood casually on the earth and rocks below Lu Dian. Lu Dian didn't say a word, stretched out his hand, and a nine-tailed fox pounced towards Fan Linmeng. Fan Linmeng was stunned for a moment and said: "Your way of painting is not common, and there is a slight sense of control in the painting, which is good." (To be continued.) )