Chang'an India

Xia Chunqiu's fantasy circle was originally only aimed at Bian Yonglan alone, but if Tan Shan wanted to use the Buddha's body to enter the demon realm, the demon would not be able to stop him.

Not only can it not be stopped, but it can't be trapped. A monk doesn't have to break through the situation one by one, all kinds of illusions and phantoms, none of them can stop his footsteps.

Tan Shan hurried through all kinds of misery and illusions, knowing that he was indeed in a mess.

He should have stayed outside the formation to seek a way to break the formation, but in an instant, he was confused and lost his best strategy.

The momentary thought was that he wanted to find him.

"... surge."

In the end, he found the person he was looking for in the illusion of war disaster, but Tan Shan didn't step forward for a while, he was silent for a while, and Fang called his name softly.

The scene of the defeated army killing and looting the civilian villages was a scene of misery, but in the eyes of the monks, everything was extremely silent.

It is a tragic disaster, but it is also an old scene. The Buddha practiced the way of compassion, but he could not be obsessed, so he saw ordinary people struggling hard, and the Marquis of Jiangjiang was just one of the ordinary ordinary people.

The shadow of the Buddha is next to him, and the knife is followed by the prisoner dragon, and the knife is slashed on the deserters who slaughtered the people. Enlightenment.

The world was dumb, and the Buddha came out of the silence, holding the Asura Killing Blade with his empty hands, and whispered to the struggling child: "Yonglan... let go."

There were no tears in Bian Yonglan's eyes for a long time, and his mind was very clear, and the sword was cut in vain, just because of three words: unwillingness.

"You have seen all kinds of misery and illusions, and they are just a drop in the ocean." The monk said comforting words, but the meaning of the words was almost cruel. Seeing one thing, equaling one thing; saving one person, one person.”

"........."

"To put it bluntly, there is only one sentence, do your best."

"...Master is more transparent than me," Wan Jianghou sighed softly, and put down the weapon in his hand as he said, but in the end he couldn't calm down, so he just slapped the precious sword into the monk's hand, and said in anger, "I'll give you the sword, I do not want it."

"... Yonglan is a child who has the karma of Buddha." If the monk was trying to comfort him with reason, now he is coaxing the child with his eyes closed. Re-entering reincarnation, but the poor monk promised you..."

Tan Shan helped Marquis Wan Jiang gently put the knife back into the sheath, and said gently: "I will try to get rid of their evil obstacles. If one day they succeed in cultivation, I will try to find a good death for them."

"...What kind of child, how much older can you be than me?"

"There are always nine or ten years old."

"That's not a generation difference."

"Naturally, we should talk about friends of the same generation."

Tan Shan chatted a few gossips with him, and now that he was relieved, he regained his position as an eminent monk. He lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then he knew that although this formation looked like a demonic realm, it implied the Buddhist principle of reincarnation and rebirth. There is no one-by-one solution.

"...Go."

If you can't decipher them one by one, then do it at the same time - the monk took out the bronze statue in his sleeve, held a buddha lotus in his palm, and lifted the bronze statue up into the air.

There are a total of [-] petals on the Chongtai Buddha lotus, and the petals melt into light and sink into the bronze statue, and you can see the golden light of the Buddha statue.

The monk puts his palms together, and the dharmakaya of the Buddha statues in all directions will hold the Buddha ceremony; the monk opens his lips and chant softly, and the one hundred and eight dharma bodies will open their mouths together, singing the wonderful sound of rebirth, eliminating the four levels, five rebellions, and ten evils Karma, those who perish in the sea of ​​suffering, return to the Buddha of Infinite Light.

The illusion was broken in an instant, but the monk and the marquis of the river did not return to the stone room—only the black tiles of the ancient temple, the courtyard full of spring sun, two young monks, you are carrying the quilt, and I am carrying the quilt. , taking advantage of the sunny day, I took out the winter quilt to dry in the sun.

"Brother..." The taller young monk spread out the quilt, smoothed the corners of the quilt with downcast eyes, and suddenly said, "...I still want to go to the human world to have a look."

"...then let's go," another monk was holding on to the wooden pestle. He was beating the quilt to loosen the cotton that had been covered for the winter. He heard that his hands had a meal, but it was only a meal. "The world is indeed more lively. "

"...Will you come with me?"

"I'll let it go."

The spring sun is warm, and it falls on the face of the monk who is holding a wooden pestle and beating the quilt like a wooden fish. After a while, the Marquis of the river understands what it means to say, "You look a little like your master at first glance, but you don't look like you at a closer look." up".

"I... I'm afraid you'll be lonely here alone..." Then the other person must be Xia Chunqiu.

The person in the illusion has not been considered in the world, with thick eyebrows and high nose, and clear eyes, so that others can clearly see the reluctance in his raised eyes at a glance.

"What's so lonely," Tan Shan never smiled, but his master is young, with two shallow smile lines at the end of his eyes, he seems to be a person who loves to laugh, "Junior brother, don't take it again." Old things come to make fun of me."

"........."

"You didn't enjoy any blessings when you were young. You had no choice but to enter Buddhism, and your life was poor...Forget it, let's not talk about it," the young monk continued to knock on his quilt with a smile on his face, "Brother thinks that you should go Take a look in the world, stay if you like it, come back if you don’t like it, senior brother is always waiting for you here, it’s not about life and death, so you don’t have to worry about it like this.”

"Your master is a truly compassionate person, you are not as good as him."

A soft sigh suddenly came from the illusion, it was the old monk who set up the magic circle, who managed to whisper through the Gu worm in the belly of the raccoon slave: "Now that I think about it, I will spend my whole life with your master in this temple." days are the purest and most joyful.”

Li Nu seems to be very afraid of this old monk, since he entered the stone room, he has been tightly entrenched on the shoulder of Tan Shan, and he refused to show his original body even if he died, now he heard a voice coming from his stomach, scaring Mao Er again A layer was exploded, and the Gu worms were quickly spit out.

This illusion is not a scene of misfortune, nor does it mean to be troubled. As soon as the old monk said a word, he saw that the spring was over and the phantom dissipated. The two returned to the stone room in the mountain. The candles in the room had been extinguished and it was so dark. Can't tell day from night.

The Gu worm let out a long hiss, spread its wings, flew gracefully, and flung itself into the high darkness—it was so ugly by nature, but now it glowed like fireflies in the bottomless darkness, as if it wanted to use this faint twilight to match the darkness. This darkness is shorter and longer.

"Since you gave me such a name..."

It's just that the firefly could neither illuminate the darkness, nor could it withstand the old monk's method of connotation. It managed to hold on for a while, and then exploded, turning into a patch of tiny light spots and shattering.

"The destiny is never winter, so I won't go back."

This last illusion is indeed not a scene of misery, but some people insist on respecting themselves-there is no turning back.

The author has something to say: At Chapter 10, a reader left a message saying that Mr. Xia actually doesn’t hate winter, because it’s the season when I meet my seniors, so I wanted to say, “Everyone has known each other for so long, you really know where I will plant the flag

..." That's right, Teacher Xia doesn't hate winter, she just chose not to go back