Artistic conception refers to a kind of meaning and realm that can be felt and comprehended, with infinite meaning, but it is difficult to explain in words. It is the unity of form, spirit, and reason, and the harmony of the virtual and the real, which is not only born outside the "meaning", but also contained in the "image". Zhao Xuan originally thought that the artistic conception was just a feeling, not a real existence, but he didn't expect that there really was such a "realm" (realm) and "realm" (world)!

The sweeping monk on the opposite side said: "This is also in the heart, and it can also be in the artistic conception, as for where it is, it is difficult for the old man to understand it for a while!"

Zhao Xuan raised his eyes to look at him, it was strange to say, the two of them were sitting cross-legged at opposite ends of the world, thousands of miles apart, they could see each other's appearances, and they could clearly hear each other's voices. It's as if the world is not a distance, it looks far away, but it's actually very close, it seems to be very close, but it's actually very far away, and it gives people a very strange feeling.

"Has the master ever remembered his name?" he was suspicious and surprised, but he still did not lose his sense of normalcy, as if he were an old friend.

The sweeping monk's eyebrows drooped slightly, and he said silently: "As the Taoist chief said, Xiaoyaozi is me, and Murong Longcheng is also me!"

Zhao Xuan was surprised in his heart, although he had seen countless scenes before, he had forgotten them all now. I don't know what's going on, but now that he is in the "artistic conception", it stands to reason that the sword is not used up, and the memory should not be dispersed. But now he really forgot that memory, and only had a vague impression.

Perhaps this memory disappeared not only because he had to be turned into Dao Sword nourishment, but also to protect him from being confused due to too many memories.

Raising his eyes to look at the sweeping monk opposite, it seemed to be close at hand. Like a face far away in the world, Zhao Xuan asked again: "Could it be that the master has cut off the red dust, so why we are here?"

The sweeper nodded. But he shook his head and said: "It's true to cut off Hongchen, but it's too late......"

It turned out that the sweeping monk was indeed as Zhao Xuan inferred, and the reason why he helped Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo resolve their grievances was because there was a certain reason for mercy, but it was indeed selfish. In the face of Zhao Xuan's Dao Sword might, he couldn't resist it at all, just as his consciousness was about to dissipate. Fang Wanran repented, saw his heart clearly, and became a Buddha on the ground. But after all, at that time, the consciousness was about to be extinguished, and the injury was too heavy, although it escaped Zhao Xuan's sword. But it's not enough to control the flesh.

To put it simply, he will become a vegetative person from now on, but he is relatively conscious.

After listening to the sweeping monk's words, Zhao Xuan was silent for a moment and sighed: "But it is a poor way to take it for granted." I thought that this sword could kill people and help people. I didn't expect that the master had already cut off the red dust, but he was still killed by this sword!"

The sweeping monk shook his head and said: "The Dao Chief's words are wrong! The Dao Chief's sword, with the Dao Nian as the blade and the heart holding the handle, can be described as a precedent for opening the world. At least the old man has never heard of it. Today's situation is just imperfect. What's more, the reason why Lao Ge ended up like this is only because he realized it too late. I can't complain. Moreover, the old man did not get the benefits. At least after this battle. The old man has looked down on the red dust and touched a higher and deeper realm. This is the only way to pull the Taoist to this place. I want to wait until the Dao Master's exercises are perfected in the future, and I will definitely be able to achieve the effect expected by the Dao Master!"

Zhao Xuan didn't know whether the sweeping monk was comforting himself or if it was true, suddenly he reacted and blurted out, "You pulled me in?" After speaking, he also looked at this strange world.

The sweeping monk nodded with a smile and said: "When I saw the nature of my mind before, I realized this realm, so I pulled the Taoist chief in, hoping that the Taoist chief could also comprehend." This place should be an illusion of consciousness, and the scenes manifested around it are closely related to one's own path, and even more imply the future path. Although Lao Qu said that he cultivated Buddhism and Taoism, he first cultivated the Tao, but because of a previous accident, he lost his memory for a period of time, and then he changed from 'Xiaoyaozi' to 'sweeping monk'. Later, the memory was restored, but the Buddha had overwhelmed the truth, so it was the golden lotus that manifested in the world, and even the self became the golden body of an Arhat. It's just that the world of the Taoist can't be seen through by the old man......"

Zhao Xuanxin said No, not to mention that the sweeping monk can't see through it, he himself can't see through the situation on his side.

I only heard the sweeping monk continue: "...... The Taoist chief dressed up as a Taoist priest, and the old man thought that the real body you manifested should be the body of an immortal, and the world should also combine its own path to manifest a specific scene. You can get some insight in this scene. Unexpectedly, the Taoist chief is still a Taoist here, but the scene is mysterious, illusory, and unoriented. It seems that the Dao Chief's realm is high, and it is definitely not for the old man to snoop on. ”

Zhao Xuan smiled bitterly in his heart, what realm is so high? He still doesn't know what is going on!

Once again, he looked at the world on his side, and this time he looked at it very seriously. I saw that the dotted line was still a dotted line, like a fog and an illusion, drifting, each dotted line was connected to different things, some were illusions, the inside was unpredictable, and it was impossible to see really, just like a ball of light and shadow; some were human figures, and they could not see their faces clearly, and they could only feel that they were not the same person; some were all kinds of animals, large and small, and they could not tell what species they were; and some were themselves a phantom, which was almost invisible in the dark world. And these things, as if they don't exist, can't affect the line of sight even in front of them. Sometimes he thinks that there is nothing in this world, and what he sees above is an illusion, but sometimes it really appears there, and his mind is about to explode, and he can't figure out what all this means.

Take a deep breath and let go of the thoughts in your head: don't think about it if you can't figure it out!

Zhao Xuan looked at the sweeping monk who seemed to be far and near again, and said sincerely: "Thank you master for pulling the poor road into this realm regardless of his previous suspicions!" Although he didn't get anything from here, the sweeping monk could have entered this "realm" by himself, and now he is pulled here, after all, it is a good heart.

The sweeping monk said with a smile: "The Taoist doesn't need to thank you, the reason why the old man was able to realize this realm is all thanks to the Taoist leader." When the chief of the road comes in, it is regarded as a repayment of a period of cause and effect. ”

Zhao Xuan nodded, no more hypocritical.

He has always been accustomed to what others say and what he thinks is what he thinks.

He only believes what he thinks.

As for what others say, it doesn't matter, and there is no need to argue with it.

In the weird world, the virtual and the real are opposed.

The sweeping monk sat at the end of the "real" world, on the solemn lotus platform, and suddenly his golden body shook, and the golden light on the surface was bright and extinguished, and his voice was slightly weak: "The time is almost up, the old man's soul is injured, and he can't last long." The Taoist is here to stay and go back when the world is shattered. Or do you want the old man to send you back now?"

As he spoke, the whole world should be twisted and vibrate, straight lines turned into curves, and lotus flowers twisted into a ball.

Zhao Xuan suddenly asked, "If you disappear here, will your soul also disappear?"

The sweeping monk nodded indifferently and said, "Perhaps, communication here has already abolished a lot of my strength, and now I already feel that my consciousness is about to dissipate." It's just ......"

"It's just what?" Zhao Xuan felt that there seemed to be another secret here, and hurriedly asked.

But at this moment, the consciousness suddenly shook, and the void world collapsed, countless lotus flowers and darkness turned into fragments, and countless fragments turned into white light.

Vaguely, Zhao Xuan saw the sweeping monk's lips squirming, as if he had said something, but he didn't hear any sound.

Consciousness shook again, and the white light converged, dazzling.

When he opened his eyes again, his consciousness had returned to his physical body, and there was a scene in the Scripture Pavilion in front of him.

Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng, Murong Bo, Murong Fu, and Gu Mozhi were still standing opposite each other, but their eyes were on him and the sweeping monk like the rest of the room.

I saw that as he opened his eyes, the old body of the sweeping monk suddenly leaned back and fell to the ground with a thud. His face was stiff, he was not breathing, and he was clearly dead.

Everyone present was shocked, they only saw Zhao Xuan with his eyes closed, stretched out his fingers, and the sweeping monk suddenly fell to the ground, without any wounds on his body, and passed away with a smile, all of them were shocked and panicked, and they didn't know what kind of demon magic Zhao Xuan made.

It turned out that although Zhao Xuan stayed in the "realm" for a long time, it was only a moment outside.

Suddenly!

Zhao Xuan's heart sank, and a sense of crisis came.

Boom Boom

Thunder thundered on the flat ground, and a bolt of lightning slashed down on the clear sky.

Zhao Xuan had already considered that preventing the sweeping monk from resolving the feud between Xiao Yuanshan's father and son and Murong Bo's father and son might affect the situation, but he didn't expect Heavenly Dao's reaction to be so strong.

The inner light of the Yuan Shen instantly hooked the stars in the Xuanzhu space.

At this time!

Suddenly, a golden light shot out from the sweeping monk's body, shooting straight up, facing the lightning that slashed down.

In just a moment, lightning had already fallen on the top of the Scripture Pavilion.

The golden light intersected with the lightning, but a rumbling sound was heard, and the golden light turned into a curtain of light, covering the Scripture Pavilion.

All this happened between the lightning and flint, and when everyone reacted, the golden light and lightning had canceled each other out.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise and ran outside in a panic.

There were too many people in the hesitating house, and the door was not enough, some broke out of the window, and some even split the wall panel directly.

Bang! Bang!

Large holes appeared on the walls of the Scripture Pavilion, and figures shot out of them.

After running out for hundreds of zhang in a row, the Shaolin abbot and elder turned to look at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Recalling the previous scene, I felt palpitations, knelt down one by one, kowtowed, and said, "My Buddha is compassionate! My Buddha is compassionate!" Obviously, he thought that the sweeping monk had become a Buddha.

Zhao Xuan also escaped with everyone at this time, looking back at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he never thought that the sweeping monk would save his life!

What's going on? Could it be that the sweeping monk has really become a Buddha?

Didn't he say that consciousness was about to dissipate, and that was what was possible after "only"?

Zhao Xuan's mind was running wildly, coming up with all kinds of possibilities, but one by one he ruled them out. In the end, I have to admit that unless it is a sweeping monk who becomes a Buddha, he really can't think of other possibilities.

But this is the world of martial arts, become a Buddha?

Suddenly!

Boom Boom

Thunder is coming.

This time it's no longer one, it's nine!

Zhao Xuan's heart was shocked: How can there be? (To be continued......)