A few days later, a whirlpool of several zhang in the distance fell into Han Shi's eyes, flashing black and white on it, roughly hundreds of miles away, Han Shi suddenly felt something, and retracted the flying sword and landed to look ahead.

There is a tall mountain peak in front, the pine gully on the peak, the breeze brings up the rosin, people walk in the mountains and feel relaxed, climb high and look far away will be open, there is a pavilion halfway up the mountain, there is a hanging waterfall flowing down from the mountain next to it, the sound of the water not only does not seem noisy, but highlights the quietness of the mountain, a middle-aged scribe stands on the edge of the pavilion and looks at the waterfall, this person has his left hand behind his waist, his right hand gently shakes the feather fan and mutters in his mouth, chuckles from time to time.

Han Shi restrained his breath, strolled, and looked at Songtao's gaze with a trace of softness, the sound of pine, the sound of water, and the sound of the wind were intertwined, and a trace of eternal feeling spread to his heart, making Han Shi gradually feel intoxicated.

He closed his eyes, and even his spiritual sense was completely withdrawn, like a blind man groping along the mountain path, although he stumbled, Han Shimeiyu smiled, this smile lasted for a long time, and gradually turned into laughter, this laughter is getting louder and louder, but there is no sense of harshness, as soon as this laughter comes out, it is integrated with the sound of pine water, the sound of the wind, not abrupt, but there is a sense of perfection close to mellow and wishful.

The middle-aged scribe's eyes showed appreciation, "With the help of nature, I understand the way of heaven, and if it is very human, I will point to it, or ......"

There is a path on this peak, but most of them have been covered by grass and trees, so it is more difficult to walk, there are a few times Han Shi did not step on the steady and almost fell off the cliff, such a dangerous situation did not let Han Shi open his eyes, the moment he closed his eyes, he felt in his heart, this feeling is extremely rare, and it is not inferior to the previous two epiphanies, if you miss it, you will regret it.

As the mountain rises, the surroundings gradually calm down, for a long time, Han Shi stopped, his face was calm and opened his eyes, this feeling comes and goes, there is no need to stay, and there is no need to regret, otherwise it will leave a crack in his heart.

Looking at the pavilion not far away, Han Shi's eyes had a strange color, and he started to walk, the middle-aged scribe shook the feather fan lightly, stood at the entrance of the pavilion, and looked at Han Shi with a calm face.

The eyes of the two met as if they had a strange sense, Han Shi got closer and closer, and he was very surprised in his heart, this person looked mortal, but the momentum he exuded was not weaker than that of a person with great magical powers, no, it should be said that it was even stronger, not because of cultivation, but a combination of understanding of heaven and earth and his own confidence, and the invisible momentum that was exuded.

This feeling makes people feel shocked and convinced, Han Shi suddenly felt alert in his heart, this feeling is like invisible water, infiltrating all things silently, naturally including people's hearts, but as a stone cultivator, he is like the mainstay Although it has stood in the water for hundreds of billions of years and the waves have invaded and impacted, he has always been arrogant, how can he be convinced?

There was a hint of surprise in the depths of the middle-aged scribe's eyes, Han Shi's face immediately returned to calm after a little trance, and even became calmer, obviously not intimidated by his momentum, the same Zhuji, as well as Na Yuan Dan and Yuan Ying Monk, when they first saw him, they all planted a seed of conduit in their hearts, but this person was the only one who could return to normal color in a snap of his fingers, and he was obviously a person with an extremely firm mind.

The middle-aged scribe couldn't help but look self-deprecating, and when he heard this person's laughter, he should know that his deeds were still not enough.

Han Shi arched his hand and said: "In Xia Hanshi, passing by here, I have seen Brother Tai." ”

The middle-aged scribe Lang laughed and said: "You're welcome, in the next surname song, a single name is a nine-character, meeting is fate, it's not too late to drink a cup of tea and then hit the road." ”

Han Shi's face was calm, he nodded, and walked into the pavilion with the middle-aged scribe, in which there was a stone table, four sets of stone benches, and a teapot and three teacups were placed on it.

The middle-aged man filled all three teacups with tea, picked up a cup and handed it to Han Shi, and said with a smile: "People in the mountains and wilderness don't have good tea, just quench their thirst." ”

Han Shi was silent, savoring the tea, the tea entrance has a strong fragrance from the nose, but as soon as the mouth becomes light and tasteless, until the tea flows into the abdomen, the root of the tongue gradually has a trace of sweetness spreading, this sweetness is different from the sweetness of melons and fruits, like a clear stream can wash people's hearts.

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, "You raise your glass and drink it, aren't you afraid that this tea is poisonous?"

Han Shi said indifferently: "Since you promised Brother Taiwan to taste tea, even if it is poisonous, I will never refuse." ”

"Okay, then please have another drink. ”

There were three cups of tea on the stone table, and this third cup of tea was getting colder, and Han Shi's eyes swept over and suddenly had doubts, but his expression did not change.

Since the middle-aged scribe poured the tea, he turned a blind eye to the third cup of tea, let it go cold, and the words were always talking and laughing, this person was extremely talkative, it can be said that he knew astronomy and geography, Han Shi nodded from time to time, spoke less, and mainly listened.

The middle-aged scribe drank all the tea in his hand, shook the feather fan and sighed softly, "Brother Han, do you understand what is true?"

Han Shi was silent, and said secretly in his heart: "This person is the divine operator who entered this place with the other four monks that day, and when I met this person here, it must not be a chance encounter, the purpose of this person has always been incomprehensible, and in the Labyrinth Palace that day, the old man once said a sentence------ black, that is, white, yes, that is, right and wrong."

Now that I think about it, there is a deep meaning in these words, although the old man did not explicitly say whether it was related to this divine operator, but judging from all kinds of signs, he had to be on guard. ”

Han Shi was silent for a long time, and said: "What is true must have a false corresponding, what we see may not be true, what we hear may not be false, the so-called true and false, the heart is broken." ”

The middle-aged scribe glanced at Han Shi, his eyes showed a slight approving meaning, but he shook his head and said: "Truth and falsehood last forever, what you say is the judgment of people, imagine if all the creatures in this world have died, then is there a difference between truth and falsehood in this world?"

Han Shi's eyes showed a contemplative look and he didn't say a word.

"Even, if this heaven and earth are fake, how can you and I tell the difference?" Han Shi's heart was shocked, and there was a look of shock in his eyes.

"What's more, if you and I are fake, how can we know for ourselves?" Han Shi's eyes flashed as he looked at the middle-aged scribe.

Shaking the feather fan, a wisp of breeze was fanned, and the middle-aged scribe said with a calm face: "What's more, if everything in this world is true, only you and I have false hearts, and what you and I know is true or false?"

The middle-aged scribe raised the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea without hurrying, and said with a light smile: "There are dreams every day, and there are dreams at night, and everyone in the world thinks that the day is true and the night dream is false, but if you don't wake up from this long sleep, wouldn't it be a dream come true, and everyone in the world will say that a beautiful dream comes true, this is a heartfelt statement."

The reason why a dream is a dream is precisely because there is reality, as if it is because of the existence of white that people can understand what black is, but how can you and I tell whether we are talking about the truth and the false in a dream called reality.

Or many years later, you and I will wake up from this dream that we don't know whether it's true or not, but we don't know if we can tell if it's true or not?"

The middle-aged scribe continued: "These are the five questions about truth and falsehood, although I am a mortal, but I like to wander around, to say a big thing, in my early years I can be said to have traveled all over the world, and I have seen many strange things.

After a long time, I have some unique ideas in my heart that I don't want to vomit or be unhappy, if Brother Han thinks that he is talking nonsense, just laugh at it, don't take it seriously. ”

The middle-aged scribe raised the teacup, stared at the tea, and muttered.

"Is there really a real thing?"

The sound was as thin as a mosquito, if there was nothing, but it was not in the ear.

When Han Shi heard it, it seemed that a thunderbolt flashed out from the bottom of his heart, illuminating the dark places in his heart.

This seems to be an eternal moment, Han Shi seems to have glimpsed the Dao meaning like a white horse passing through the gap!