The night is sad, and the autumn leaves fall in the night, which is probably the cycle of life.

Ancient Pavilion.

Willow.

Inn.

Sad wind.

Sunset.

Sunset.

It seems like a dream, but it's more real than that, it seems to be reality, but reality can't be so intoxicating.

It seems to have gone back to the way it was.

It seems that the road has been taken again.

The bell of the ancient temple rang, a pool of autumn water was swayed, and the two mandarin ducks in the autumn water cried to each other, loved each other and wandered, and were very happy.

Xu Cheng looked up, it seemed that the sun was always setting here, the sun never set, and the sky was so blood-red.

The ancient pavilion has been vicissitudes.

Xu Cheng walked through.

The willow tree is swaying slightly, as if to say goodbye.

Several old men in the inn were playing unknown games, and they seemed to be very happy, and Xu Cheng was like a child who accidentally broke into someone else's dream, a little confused, and a little overwhelmed.

Listen to the sad wind singing.

Watch the sunset spread.

Wait for the sunset.

Xu Cheng arrived at an ancient temple, the ancient temple is very ancient, the Buddha statue has been covered with green moss, can not see the original appearance, a monk, a monk wearing blood-colored clothes, but is kind to look at Xu Cheng.

Xu Cheng looked at this person and seemed to remember something, but he didn't seem to think of anything, it seemed that a certain memory, when he entered here, seemed to be lost, and suddenly very.

Xu Cheng smiled, he himself became very elegant, maybe this kind of atmosphere makes people unable to mention the killing intent.

"What is the donor doing?"

The monk asked.

Xu Cheng looked at these people coming and going, and didn't speak, because these people didn't seem to be able to see themselves, but maybe there was an accident, which happened in the confusion, and the monk said: "Donor?"

Xu Cheng was a little happy, a person who had entered a world by mistake, always wanted to be recognized by the world.

"You're talking about me. ”

The monk smiled, his face was very red, and said, "Naturally." ”

"Monk has something?"

Xu Cheng asked, he didn't know what this monk meant, just as he didn't know why the sun was setting on the horizon and why it was standing there forever.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death. ”

"Seven emotions and six desires. ”

"It's all distress. ”

The monk said in a low voice, "Can the donor realize anything, can he enter my Buddhism, always think freely, get my Buddha country to live, get my Buddha country to die, get my Buddha country Nirvana, get my Buddha country Nirvana, get my Buddha country"

Xu Cheng's palm was quietly closed, sitting here, silent, watching the sad wind at ease, watching the flowing clouds free, and suddenly feeling uneasy for a moment, so he said: "The Buddhist teachings do not match me, and the monk has found the wrong person." ”

The monk's eyes are not kind, and the sad wind lasts forever.

"Buddha and demon, if you don't become a Buddha, you will become a demon, and the Buddhists have the means to cross the world, and they also have the wrath to subdue demons and subdue demons, can you think about it?" the monk continued.

Xu Cheng shook his head, not wanting to agree.

He himself is a man who does not want to be bound.

Xu Cheng laughed and kept shaking his head.

The monk's robe was originally only a little red, but now it has turned into an endless red, and the sunset seems to decorate it.

"Aren't you afraid?" the monk moved his fingers, as if he had thought of something, and roared in a low voice.

Xu Cheng said: "What are you afraid of?"

The monk said: "Birth, old age, sickness and death, the suffering of seven emotions and six desires?" As the monk spoke, the bell on the ancient temple in the distance finally rang again, and in an instant it seemed to be able to make the foolish wood have an epiphany and make the stone bloom.

Everything and all truths seem to be in this bell, the Buddha is the only destination, and the person in front of him is the true Buddha, looking for it everywhere, not worshipping this true Buddha, can attain immeasurable longevity, immeasurable light, immeasurable wisdom.

Xu Cheng suddenly realized and knelt down.

The monk smiled and said, "There is Huigen." ”

The monk took out a sharp knife and pointed it at the three thousand green silk of Xu Cheng, slowly blowing, the bell kept ringing, the flowing water continued, and the sad wind did not move.

Xu Cheng's hair was scattered all over the ground, blown away by the wind, and carried away by the flowing water.

Xu Cheng suddenly raised his head halfway, turned to look behind him and said, "Reality?

The monk said, "How?"

"It's all broken. ”

The monk's eyes seemed to have a flash of murderous intent, but Xu Cheng was silent, silently looking at the razor, the razor was smooth, and it seemed that there was not a single hair stained on it, as if it was not contaminated with a trace of the dust of the world's distress.

"Are you still shaving?"

The monk asked.

Xu Cheng chuckled and said, "When will I ask you to shave me?"

"Then why do you bow down to me? ”

Xu Cheng chuckled, "I'm worshipping myself." ”

"You're not afraid of distress. Accompanied by the sound, the bell kept ringing, and it seemed that Xu Cheng was constantly asking this in his heart.

Xu Cheng smiled and said, "I worship myself, I am the only one, how can I be afraid of trouble." ”

"You are not afraid of your troubles, but if you become a Buddha, wouldn't it be better to surrender your thoughts and get rid of your troubles. ”

Xu Cheng shook his head and said: "Even if you are troubled by thoughts, wouldn't it be better to let your thoughts move, why surrender your thoughts, my thoughts are wanton, my thoughts are arrogant, that is my essence, I want to think as I want, my thoughts are as they are, isn't that too unfair to thoughts, is this the case with Buddhism." ”

"The Art of Sophistry !!!!"

The monk said angrily.

Xu Cheng's palm saw a touch of epiphany, and then said with a smile: "Thank you, monk, for letting me understand some things that I didn't understand before, but monk, what are you doing here in the Silent Heart Sect, is it killing people in a dream, thousands of miles invisible?"

The monk smiled, his figure disappeared, but the voice came.

"Originally, I was looking at you and still a little wise, and I wanted to be able to become my mount if I wanted to be able to become my mount, but now I can only strangle you alive and die. ”

The monk sat in front of him and shone brightly, as if he was in glass.

The sunset is not soft.

The sunset is not in love.

Even the sad wind that Xu Cheng admired the most became impatient.

"Thoughts?"

Xu Cheng suddenly laughed, maybe when I arrived here just now, I would be confused, I would be confused, at that time, if I had killed me, maybe I would not have died, but I would have been seriously injured, but now although I have fallen deeper and deeper into this world, the more I regard this world as reality, and the world is more and more overtaken by my thoughts.

"Liuli," the monk said.

In an instant, the world seemed to have become the world of the Buddha, the glazed ancient Buddha, the green lantern flame, all towards Xucheng.

Xu Cheng was silent, and suddenly laughed for a moment and said, "Your Excellency has heard of the Tianma Meteor Fist!!, Your Excellency has heard of the Lushan Ascending Dragon Tyrant !!"

"What are you talking about?"

Xu Cheng was speechless and said: "Forget it, this seems to be too much of a bully to your imagination, since this is my world, you imagine yourself as the pharmacist Liuli Guangrulai, and you also created a "Glass Buddha Country in the Eastern World", then don't blame me." “

The monk said: "How can you know the art of dream killing?"

Xu Cheng smiled and said, "Then do you know, what is the immortal gourd, what is the whip of the gods, what is the chain of tying immortals, and what is the jade butterfly of creation?"

"Nonsense. ”

Xu Cheng looked at the bright Buddha, Liuliguang, and suddenly felt a little bored, he seemed to be a little homesick, I don't know what happened to the world that had fallen into the end of the world, but those memories made Xu Cheng a little worried.

Glazed flame, glazed Buddha country.

This monk has already incarnated into the glazed ancient Buddha, the sad wind is no more, the sunset has long disappeared, such a scene, even if Xu Cheng wants to keep it, it is impossible.

Xu Cheng closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he whispered to a fantasy gourd in front of him: "Please turn around, baby." ”

Two points of white light and qi rotated in an instant.

The head of the monk fell, even if it was a glazed ancient Buddha, in Xu Cheng's imagination, where could he defeat the world's great supernatural power?

The monk glazed Buddha disappeared, and the sunset on the horizon resurfaced.

Xu Cheng closed his eyes again, and suddenly said, "Zhuxian Sword Formation." ”

The monk's soul is scattered.

Xu Cheng did not give up, but the soul disappeared, and everything that fell into this supernatural structure went directly to the monk's dream, a thousand years in the dream, time flashed, this sad wind is still the monk's sad wind, but he received Xu Cheng's control with a face.

The monk opened his eyes and saw not reality, but eternal dreams.

"Monk, are you so stupid?" Xu Cheng walked over, holding the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, looking at the monk, the monk was puzzled: "Whose world is this?"

Xu Cheng said in a low voice: "I don't know, it's still my world." ”

The monk's fingers flicked out countless Buddha light relics in an instant.

Xu Cheng shook his head and said, "Is your imagination so scarce?"

The monk was silent and said in a low voice: "It was the little monk who lost." ”

Xu Cheng was silent, and said in a low voice: "If you want to be able to transform into me, it is still a little difficult to kill me, but since you have opened up your dreams, and even put the origin of the divine soul in front of me, if I don't kill you, wouldn't it be a little ashamed of you?"

The monk said: "God has the virtue of a good life." ”

Xu Cheng said in a low voice: "That's the same reason, are you looking at this whip? Yohe, fortunately, look at this demon mirror? It doesn't seem to be of any use to you." ”

Xu Cheng disappeared.

The monk breathed a sigh of relief and woke up from his dream.

An epiphany bloomed silently in his soul, constantly releasing it.

Xu Cheng returned to reality, opened his eyes, and suddenly laughed, and said, "What a stupid monk, what a stupid monk, I'll see if your senior brother can find out my control." ”

This monk also doesn't know what kind of monster enlightenment, the supernatural power is special, and it can be transferred from a dream from thousands of miles away, other people's dreams, Xu Cheng's dream is quietly entered by this monk, and then it is to convey the meaning of boundless degree, if it is a low-level person who cultivates, it is almost instantaneous to be degreed, and become the monk's subordinate.

Xu Cheng's magic mind has been completed, even if the supernatural power is constantly changing, he can still easily wake up, as for this monk's technique, it is more single, relying on his own insight to transform in the dreams of others, and even let this person die, if he thinks he is dead, then he is really dead.

But apparently Xu Cheng has more insight and is more interesting.