Qin Yan snorted coldly, turned around and ignored her, walked back with his hands in his hands, and sang loudly in his mouth: "The color is colorless, and the emptiness is not empty." The quiet noise is the same, and He Lao says the dream in the dream. It is useless in useful use, and it is useless in reactive work. If it is ripe and naturally red, don't ask how to cultivate the ......"

It was just a casual thought, but when the emotion was contained in it, the blood qi in his body unconsciously surged according to some mysterious rhythm, which seemed to be out of his control, but it was natural. In a trance, he stretched out his palm, as if the whole sky had fallen and the stars had fallen into his hands. The chanting of thousands of monks faintly came from the void, and the magnificent Buddha voice sang with him:

"Good and evil are forgotten for a while, and they don't care about prosperity and decay. Obscurity and subtlety are allowed to rise and fall, and they are hungry and thirsty for food. God is quiet and silent, you might as well sit and sing and sing. A pool of autumn water is still deep, and the wind is not shocked......"

The originally clear Chinese language gradually turned into an obscure Sanskrit sound, and Qin Yan didn't know its sound, but naturally understood the meaning. Everything fell into place.

"People and I are sentient beings, and we would rather distinguish between high and low with each other. The Dharma is self-illuminating without me, and there is no need to look for it. Seeing is what you see, and hearing is not necessarily hearing wrong. You never know each other, who can hinder you in life and death......"

Blood Buddha light, straight to the dust, the present world in a trance drifting away, he is already in the void, a circle of Buddha light rippled outward, the back of the head flooded with a golden wheel, as if incarnated into a giant Buddha, hanging high in the void. White lotus flowers bloom on all sides, and countless Arhat Bodhisattvas emerge from all around, arching around him like stars holding the moon, chanting with the same ancient mantras as him.

The ethereal tone spread out like light smoke, and he spread his palm at will, and the vast Buddha light passed through the three thousand worlds, projecting it into the present world, distorting all the scenes in front of him. The feeling of overlooking the common people, as if as long as you use a little force and twist lightly, you can crush every inch of land into nothingness......

"Disillusionment!" Qin Yan suddenly woke up at this time.

He immediately understood that what Ye Xinghe taught him was not a simple Buddhist principle, but a mixture of the Illusory Island Peerless Learning, and taught it at the same time...... Wait, no!

He had seen the disciples of Illusory Island cast the Buddha seal, and in essence, they still used Zen to invoke spiritual power, but when they came to Young Master Ben, why did they use the power of Hanxue to do so? It can't be that all the disciples of Phantom Island practice Hanxue!

Or, Han Blood is actually an extremely advanced Buddhist mind, which can actively tolerate the true scriptures of Buddhism......

In other words, Young Master Ben is actually stealing the tricks of Illusory Island, if Ye Xinghe knows, she is afraid that she will directly turn her face with Lao Tzu!

It's just that this feeling of connecting the avenue of heaven and man with one's own strength, being with the Buddhas, and being able to perceive the mysteries of all beings at a glance is really difficult to let go......

The Buddha's light disappeared, the smoke dissipated, and Xin Xian's shocked voice came from behind him: "This kind of trick...... What are you doing?"

Maybe she hasn't seen it yet, the solemn scene of the Buddha just now is the disillusionment of the supreme peerless illusion on the Illusory Island.

Qin Yan's heart calmed down for a while, and he continued to walk forward, and said without looking back: "Sincerely to the Buddha, you will have great magical powers." Your hands are bloody, but if you take refuge at this time, it's not too late. ”

Xin Xian sneered back and said no more.

Many days of life passed in such peace. Qin Yan came to the lake every night to listen to Ye Xinghe's lectures, and Xin Xian followed him from afar, watching him listen to the pavilion for an hour in fascination before he reluctantly left.

Xin Xian once had a lot of complaints about Uncle Han's boring habit of listening to nuns preach the scriptures, but now that she has offended Li Kai, she doesn't dare to wander around for a while, although she is reluctant, she has to follow her every time, gritting her teeth and enduring the torment of this hour.

In addition to listening to the scriptures and meditating, Qin Yan also had to visit the bedridden Ye Yingru every morning, so that he could get Liu Wanyun's treatment. For him, this is the real torment, not only to endure Ye Yingru's gaze and Li Gao's cold gaze, but also to come up with some comforting words to make Ye Yingru feel at ease. Although Liu Wanyun's treatment methods are not as rough as they were at the beginning, they are definitely not comfortable, and it is still an extremely difficult thing to test perseverance.

Every morning with Qin Yan was Fang Qiuyao. also had to endure Li Gao's cold eyes and Liu Wanyun's torture, but the young master of the Hunjiang Gang seemed to enjoy it. He had put aside all mundane affairs and distractions, and only Ye Yingru was left in his eyes. As long as he can wait by Miss Ye's side, he can calmly endure all the pain. Moreover, he would never go back until it got dark in the evening......

Ye Yingru's body is getting better day by day, and she is gradually able to get out of bed and walk around. Liu Wanyun spent less and less time on Qin Yan, and it would take less than a minute to finish the matter. According to her, as long as you don't act rashly, you can recover in about another month of recuperation.

This is the best news Qin Yan has heard in recent days. And he wished that Liu Wanyun would spend as little time as possible, so that he wouldn't have to stay in this place longer and could go back to meditate sooner.

The strength in the body has been restored by about six or seven percent. He followed the instructions of the Mingxi Medical Immortal, no longer cultivated spiritual power, and began to concentrate on the combination of Han Blood and the true method of Buddhism, and slowly found some tricks.

At dusk that day, he walked to the lake where he met Ye Xinghe. Although Xin Xian was full of complaints, he reluctantly followed.

Far away, there are still a few pavilions across the pavilion, and I heard the quiet flute sound floating from afar, wisps, like a cold spring melted by spring snow dripping on the young leaves, making people tremble.

Qin Yan's spirits perked up and he came to the edge of the lake with swaying green leaves. Looking up, a bunch of moon-white shadows leaned on the railing of the lake pavilion, quiet and picturesque. The gentle sound of the flute is like flowing water, which is more ordinary than the independence of the past, like a gentle wind blowing through the heart. At this moment, Qin Yan stopped, closed his eyes gently, and carefully experienced the blend of Buddhism and human nature in the sound of the flute, and was addicted to it for a while, unable to bear to break this pure land.

He could realize that Ye Xinghe had finally found his own path. It is not to cut off one's own desires and become a slave of "compassion", but to blend with the Tao, see the nature clearly, and truly cross the threshold of the realm of heaven and man. These days, Qin Yan has experienced the changes in her mood step by step, and seeing her enlightened at this moment, he is also sincerely happy for her.

Moreover, through Ye Xinghe's realization, it will also be of great help to Qin Yan to break the demon barrier and clear his heart when he hits the realm of heaven and man in the future......