"Just stay here, it should be invisible outside." A soldier suddenly drew his sword, "Don't blame me for waiting!"
The dozen or so ragged men and women immediately became frightened, and ran howling one by one, but eventually fell down. After the three soldiers killed the people, they wiped the blood on their swords. Two of them took out their knives to cut off their ears, and one of them cut the clay sculpture. Goodbye.
"Why do you worship Him?" Another person sneered, "If the Jin people's gods are really useful or care about them, how can they be reduced to this? Let's go."
The three people left in a hurry, leaving corpses on the ground and blood flowing, and gradually reached the depths of the temple.
The clay sculpture was stained and trembling slightly.
Chen Cuo took a deep breath and unclenched his fists. He knew that the illusion in front of him was a dusty history of the past.
"I have been born with spiritual wisdom since then." The vague figure suddenly said, "I am the Dragon King statue. After the Dragon King entered reincarnation, I first received incense and worship, and gained a trace of true spirit, and through this..." He pointed at the full body. The blood of the earth, "Get the true self."
Chen Cuo fell silent.
The blurry figure waved his hand, and many scenes began to rotate.
The deceased is like this. After the dragon king of this temple gained spiritual wisdom, there were not many people to worship him, and there was not much incense and tribute. There were not many miracles. He just looked at the scene in the temple day after day.
Over the long years, many ordinary people came and bowed down. There were also some ghostly things, including demons, fox fairies, and scholars and generals, lingering in the Dragon King Temple, performing scenes of joy and sorrow.
Their thoughts and actions are imprinted in the temple.
"After listening to these people's words many times, I know that there is something in the world called Tao."
The vague figure spoke again, with a ethereal voice: "That way is the door to all mysteries. It should be able to answer the questions in my heart."
Chen Cuo remained silent, vaguely already having a guess.
Soon after, another mountain villager came to worship and offered a living sacrifice that had been rare in decades - a piglet.
The little pig has lived there since then, and is quite clever. He can vaguely hear the words of the clay sculpture, and actually responds to it, which makes the lonely temple a little lively.
At this time, the scene in the temple changed again!
But suddenly, the sky and the earth dimmed, and then a black shadow covered the sky and the earth shrouded the temple. The big demon with a pair of huge wings fell down, walked into the temple, looked at it, and then left.
But this demon was very fierce. Although it didn't stop, it just looked at it and killed most of the little pig's life without taking any action.
Seeing that Xiaozhu was dying, the Dragon King of the Temple actually gave out a ray of incense and taught him the incense method of self-enlightenment, so that his spirit could be born inside and survive.
But not long after, the big demon came back and penetrated everywhere with the demonic wind, turning the temple into a lair. It wreaked havoc for a while, captured many prey, imprisoned and killed them, creating a smoky atmosphere for a while.
Since then, no one has come to worship.
Only the little pig would rely on a little incense smoke to hide his figure, go back and forth, and then travel across mountains and rivers. After finding a village or town, he would carefully fall asleep, trick others into making offerings in their dreams, and then steal the idea of incense and secretly absorb it to the Temple Dragon King. Only then could it be maintained.
But over the years, the Temple Dragon King has gradually become weak, and cracks have appeared on the clay sculptures.
The blurry figure saw this scene and said: "My fellow Taoist, he does not hesitate to take risks every day, and pays a lot for this, but it is a pity that my virtue is shallow..."
Chen Cuo wanted to comfort him, but in the end it turned into a sigh.
Because this is all in the past and it is difficult to change.
Then, the scene changed again, and a person came.
The Taoist had a vague face, long hair, and was wearing mysterious clothes. As soon as he came and grabbed it with one hand, the big demon showed its original shape and was directly taken into his sleeve.
However, the Taoist did not leave. Instead, he held his hands in front of the clay sculpture. He realized that the statue was extraordinary and sat down to discuss Taoism with the clay sculpture.
"Fellow Taoist was born under the edict of Wanxiang..." As the Taoist spoke, his whole person suddenly became blurred, and his outline could no longer be seen.
Chen Cuo couldn't help but wonder.
The blurry figure smiled and said: "There is no leakage of the true immortal, the false and the true are unified, removing the false and retaining the true, it is the memory of the past, and no false appearance is left, so it is difficult to see him."
Good guy! Even the memories of others are affected? What kind of cultivation is this!
Chen Cuo couldn't help but be surprised and a little yearning for it.
When the Taoist discussed Taoism with the clay sculpture, his shape could be seen but his voice could not be heard.
Finally, he waved and took a small turtle from the river. He left something on the turtle's back and turned around to leave.
Seeing this, Chen Cuo already understood the origin of the little pig and the little turtle.
Then, the scene changed again.
The Taoist accepted the big demon and left in a hurry, but the strangers around him were already afraid of this place. Even the mountain people rarely came, and the Dragon King Temple became more and more dilapidated.
The little pigs and little turtles all went to steal dreams and steal incense, but in the end it was a drop in the bucket, and there were more and more cracks in the clay sculptures.
Finally one day, the head of the clay sculpture of the Dragon King suddenly broke and rolled down, and the entire temple collapsed completely.
The last scene Chen Cuo saw was the little pig and the little turtle crying sadly on top of the ruins.
Then, everything returned to darkness, and all that was left in front of Chen Cuo's eyes was the blurry figure glowing with golden light.
"Even in the end, I didn't really achieve enlightenment," he seemed to be shaking his head, "If that's the case, then what's the point of me being born of blood and dying silently in the mountains and forests?"
Chen Cuo was silent for a moment.
The eyes of the blurry figure gradually became clear, and he looked at Chen Cuo and said: "From birth to annihilation, I have been in the temple, trapped in a corner, without seeing the world. If I can gain enlightenment, maybe I will know why I was born and what is going on.
meaning."
Chen Cuo thought about his own experience and felt something in his heart. He said: "There is a temple in the heart, which can hide the soul. Outside the temple in the heart, there are thousands of worlds. But beyond this world, there may be mysteries. Some people can cross it with their bodies.
Some people can travel with their souls, but how can they know that the world outside the temple is not another big temple that encompasses a whole area of heaven and earth? It seems true or false, who can tell clearly?"
The blurry figure froze on the spot, and then laughed loudly!
"So that's it! That's what the Taoist said back then! This is what I meant! In this way, I feel at ease!"
The laughter echoed in all directions, making Chen Cuo's thoughts confused. He was about to ask again.
But the blurry figure was the first to say: "I can't attain the Tao. I hope my Taoist friends can observe my path for reference. If I can move forward, this is what I have!" After saying this, his blurry figure suddenly disappeared.
The golden light that was originally restrained broke free, and then surged in front of Chen Cuo, wrapped around his body, and finally disappeared into his body.
In the darkness from all directions, a sigh came.
"The waves wash away the sand, and there are billions of gravels. I only want one, and its name is Tao..."
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Wrapped in golden light, his ears were sighing, and as the light and shadow changed, Chen Cuo's eyes were blurred, as if he had once again experienced more than a hundred years and watched the birth and death of the entire temple.
At the same time, a lot of information came in and was about to be integrated into his mind.
However, Chen Cuo, who has already experienced it, will naturally not let such a thing happen again. Chen Fangqing's many memories have not yet been completely sorted out, let alone now?
But Chen Cuo is also very clear about the value of that much information, and the insights from it can be said to be the guiding light on the road to incense.
As soon as his mind moved, Chen Cuo silently recited the mantra of the true self, guarded his heart, and let the many golden lights flash in his heart without entering the depths of his heart. Then he knew that this matter could not be delayed, so he slowly pulled away from his consciousness and fell into
