The painting is lifelike, and there is only one water in it, one day.

Han Shi looked at the picture for a long time, at first his face was still a little confused, this confusion, like a fog, but was penetrated by a gradually brighter gaze, his eyes were like the scene in the painting, half of it was water, half of it was sky.

"This water, this day....."

Han Shi muttered, as if he had touched the edge of some thought, but this thought, like a breeze, just felt it, and then dissipated without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

There are green tendons bursting out of his neck and the back of his hands, once this faint diaphragm is broken, he will enter a completely new world, even with Han Shi's calm and resolute mentality, he can't help but feel a little anxious at this moment.

"Between the withered glory, between the water and the sky, but I don't know where the boundary between the water and the sky is?"

The white-eyed Zen Master lowered his eyes and whispered, a ghostly light flashing in his gaze, making it difficult for people to notice.

Han Shi's heart was shocked, and a dazzling light burst out in his eyes, and the words of the white-eyed Zen master were like a bell ringing deep in the mountains, piercing a gap in the layer of diaphragm in his heart.

Water and sky, such a scene is extremely common, that is, because it is common, it will often be ignored, most people look at the scene of the water surface, but few people notice that the water surface is actually the sky.

The water and the sky coexist in a completely integrated way.

A drop of water, falling on the surface of the water, no matter whether the droplet is big or small, will bring up a wisp of ripples, that ripple is the cry of the water droplet's life, why the sea never disappears, it is precisely because of the never-ending waves, that is the glory, the boundary between the water and the sky, is the ripple of the water surface, together between a volt, that is the sound of the water, if a water surface is as smooth as a mirror, without the slightest fluctuation, that is dry, no life, no heart to fight with the sky, that is dry.

Withering glory is just like life and death, but it is different from life and death.

The wood is ancient for dry, the ancient, yesterday also.

The so-called withered person means that a person cannot stay in the memory of others, but should live in the present and do what he thinks in his heart.

The grass and trees are proud, the grass and trees are thriving in the spring to bring strong vitality, but the spring will eventually pass, and in the winter, the plants and trees will become withered, but even in the cold winter wax moon, there is an unyielding spirit to face the wind and snow, blooming with the color of life, just like plum, when the white covers the world, only it is a touch of red to light up people's hearts.

Rong is not completely born, but an unyielding idea, lost, it loses the meaning of living in the present, even if people are still alive, but that is already dry.

The moth to the fire is the last glory of its life, and it is also the most glorious moment, it has never yielded, it has never regretted.

The white-eyed old monk's eyes were deep, revealing a trace of imperceptible struggle and pain, but in an instant, he was pressed down, his complexion returned to normal, and his right hand once again had a little tea, and under the stroke of the wooden table, a palm-sized circle was formed.

"The end of the dry pole and glory is in this circle, if you understand, you understand, if you don't understand, you don't understand......"

The white-eyed Zen master slowly closed his eyes with a smile, there was no joy or sadness on his face, and his breath gradually faded as if he was sleeping.

Han Shi looked at the circle on the table until the water stains gradually dissipated, the corners of his mouth showed a conscious smile, his heart was extremely quiet, a sense of transparency, so that his artistic conception condensed at a very fast speed.

Han Shi's body showed a smell of cinderella, and it was like a century-old monk who had attained the Tao and smiled.

After a long time, he got up and bowed respectfully to Zen Master Baimei, did not speak, walked out of the meditation room, walked out of the courtyard, walked out of the Tuoye Temple, and did not look back.

At the end of the withering pole and glory, in fact, the so-called ultimate is all false!

The circle is a reincarnation, withered in it, glory in it, walking through withering is glory, walking through glory is withering, where there is an end, there is no beginning and no end, just like reincarnation......

The so-called extreme is only in a certain direction!!

Han Shi walked on the way down the mountain, his eyes did not fluctuate, but calm, looking at the road ahead, as well as those pedestrians who passed by him, his artistic conception has already taken shape, and it is still condensing, over time, it will be a small success, but he can feel that if he wants to complete the artistic conception, there is still an extremely important link missing----- entering the world and returning to the dust.

This matter is urgent, and he has to wait until Han Shi returns to Xuanyang Gate and survives the catastrophe before he can enter the WTO to understand.

Behind him, the black, white and gray three-color ashlar reappeared, the three colors flickered, this time only Han Shi himself could see this stone, and the pedestrians who passed by Han Shi did not notice it at all, but in a trance, it seemed to leave two clear eyes in memory.

Black is withered, white is glory, and gray is between withering and glory, every flicker represents a withered glory, but also a reincarnation, between this flickering, Han Shi's mind is at an indescribable speed, towards the artistic conception of transformation, less than ten years will be small.

After a long time, the three-color square stone behind Han Shi slowly dissipated, he turned his head to look at the Tuoye Temple, which was mostly covered by white clouds, and with a faint smile, he flew towards Haori City.

Not long after Han Shi left, the white-eyed Zen master who seemed to be asleep slowly opened his eyes, spurted out a large mouthful of blood, his face suddenly turned gray, and a rather gloomy voice sounded in his heart.

"Han Guang, you forcibly spread the Dao thought, causing a backlash, as a punishment for you, the time of soul melting will be advanced by a hundred years. ”

The white-eyed Zen master's face changed, sneered, ignored the voice, and instead played an aura into the ink painting on the wall, this painting changed again, during which there appeared a heaven and earth flood prison, this painting came out, as if the meditation room including the courtyard was all turned into a part of the flood prison, locked and not allowed to enter or exit.

"Han Guang, can you stop me for a while, can you stop me for a lifetime, what can you do to me after the soul melts?" The gloomy voice sounded again, and then slowly dissipated.

"The old man Rongling is powerless to stop it, but before that, you are here to accompany the old man to drink tea and study, and the old man will not step out of this place half a step in this life. ”

The white-eyed Zen master said in a calm whisper, his eyes revealing a faint trace of helplessness and sadness.

The only thing he can do now is to never leave this place until he loses his mind, and he will no longer be covered by the killing as before.

......

Haori City is nearly a thousand miles long, there are more than 300 city gates in and out of the city, once you come to the near place, there is a strong sense of * rushing to the face, which makes people feel solemn.

Han Shi's figure appeared at the gate of Haori City, and after paying ten lower grade spirit stones, he walked into the city, according to the location recorded in the jade slip, Jun's house was in the southwest corner of Haori City, in a house.

Han Shi walked in the city, and he could obviously feel a faint aura around him, although this aura was useless to him, but for those monks who had just entered the Ning Yuan period, under absorption, they could still improve their cultivation, so there were many more monks in this Haori City than Changhai City, even mortals, under the influence of this aura, they were also full of energy, and their eyes were bright.

Although it is good here, it does not give Han Shi a sense of belonging, and he always wants to return to the Jin Kingdom.

There, there is his concern!

Han Shi was like a mortal, walking on the streets of Haori City, in a corner where no one was around, he suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already at the door of the Jun family's house.

His face was a little solemn, this gate was unguarded, but no one around was close to here, with Han Shi's eyesight, he could see at a glance that near this gate, there was a formation guarded, Yuan Ying cultivated as the following people, if he forcibly broke through the door, he would be controlled by the formation, and the place covered by this formation was not only the gate, but the entire periphery of the Jun family was under the protection of the formation.

"Junzhou senior, Han Shi comes to worship. ”

Han Shi patted the storage bag, took out the jade slip that Jun Wuwu had left at that time, and exuded a spiritual sense towards it.