When Bai Shu was shocked, the middle-aged monk with a dull expression opened his mouth and spoke softly.
"After the Jedi Tiantong, in the era of Qi in the Middle Ages, there was a strange person living in the Qi State.
The stranger's name was Gongsun Buhuo. According to legend, his ancestors had the blood of Bi Fangniao, who could drive fire and encourage flames. His face was red and his body was green.
In such a short period of time, Gongsun Buhuo has already attained the realm of destiny, which was extremely impressive even in the glorious medieval era after the Jedi Heavenly Power."
The middle-aged monk's voice paused and continued to preach:
"One day, Gongsun Buhuo was taking a nap under a big tree. Unknowingly, his mind wandered, and he had no idea where to go.
At first, Gongsun Buhuo only thought that he had been cursed by his opponent. Although he was panicked, he still managed to calm down. But as time went by, his thoughts were floating in the void, like water without a source or a tree without a root. Even though he was a life treasure
A monk will not last long after all.
Suddenly one day, the dying Gongsun Buhuo fell unconscious and fell into darkness. When he suddenly woke up, he was shocked to find that he had become a child and had new parents.
It was a completely different world, with no monks and no Yuan Qi. Everything was completely opposite to Gongsun Buhuo's world.
And coincidentally, his new body was also called Gongsun Buhuo."
Bai Shu raised his head in shock and looked at the middle-aged monk a few steps away, trying to find some change in expression on his face. However, Guanghui's face was light and calm from beginning to end.
"Gongsun Buhuo first found it funny, and then became confused. After the child's body grew up a little, Gongsun Buhuo left his home and traveled far away, looking for Buddhas and asking questions everywhere, hoping to get a correct answer."
"Has he found the right solution?" Bai Shu was silent for a moment and then asked.
"Of course not." The middle-aged monk smiled:
"Gongsun Buhuo, who had many weird behaviors, had long been regarded as crazy by the people of that world and stayed away from him. However, Gongsun Buhuo failed many times and died of typhoid fever on his bed."
"And then..."
Guang Hui spoke softly: "Gongsun Buhuo had a big dream under the tree, and finally woke up."
"After Gongsun Buhuo woke up, he recorded everything he saw in the dream in detail on the slips and spread it throughout the world.
This matter affected countless people in the world at that time, and even the King of Qi personally summoned Gongsun Buhuo and talked with him for several days."
"You heard this." Guang Hui looked at the silent young man in white and said, "How do you feel now?"
In my heart, the ecstasy that I had just received from the Miluo Lantern faded away in an instant, as if I had been poured over by a basin of cold water, and my internal organs were all as cold as ice.
After a long time, the middle-aged monk saw his lips move slightly and sighed slowly.
"Dream?" Bai Zhu was silent for a moment, "What kind of dream can be so real?"
Going to and from school, skipping classes and being punished for standing still, the cool evening breeze on the bicycle; the tractor rumbled past in front of me, and a smell of black smoke came out from behind.
He remembered everything, everything seemed vivid, and the aroma of braised pork seemed to be right in front of him, with a strong smell of fireworks.
When he was fourteen years old, he was lying on a tall grain stack in the countryside after the autumn harvest, with his eyes covered by a straw hat.
At that time, the clouds were hanging low, and the entire sky was also drooping, as if just stretching out one's hand could tear the entire sky down.
The itching caused by the straw on the neck, the squeaking of the grassworms, and the big, sleek orange cat that he picked up and raised.
Is all this just a dream?
"Who can tell, is it a dream, or is he really crossing the two worlds?"
Guanghui recited the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Did Gongsun Buhuo dream about him under the tree, or did another Gongsun Buhuo dream about Gongsun Buhuo sleeping under the tree before his death bed?"
"I was stunned." Baizhu smiled.
"It's very confusing." Guang Hui also smiled.
"Wu Ming is the person who has the greatest hope of realizing the supreme Bodhi since the founding of Vajra Temple, and he is also the most outstanding Buddhist disciple of Zen."
Guang Hui looked at him for a long time and slowly shook her head:
"You have tampered with the Six Paths Roulette without permission. Even the Vajra Temple and I can't protect you. I didn't expect you to be reincarnated successfully."
The middle-aged monk raised his eyes and finally sighed.
"In this life, I will no longer force you..."
"I'm just me."
After a while, Guang Hui heard the young man in front of him speak softly.
"You have always been you."
The middle-aged monk smiled and responded lightly.
After a long silence, the boy in white finally broke the silence.
"Before the young monk went to Fengshan Temple, I met the master once."
He said in a deep voice: "At that time, the master was sure that the young monk and Wuming just looked the same, but they were not the same person. Why..."
"Before I killed Miaoyan, I asked Mr. Xuanwen about a question, and that was your reincarnation."
The middle-aged monk said: "I don't know what secret you have left behind, but you even hid it from me at first."
Ignorance...
If I am ignorant, then who is Bai Tiedan as my original body?
What is that world, that world where many mythical deeds are spread?
When Bai Zhu's mind was filled with complicated thoughts, he saw the middle-aged monk slightly raising his hand, and a red dragon came straight towards his face.
It can be dark, bright, thin, giant, short, or long. It is called the scale insect's length. It ascends to the sky at the spring equinox and dives into the abyss at the autumnal equinox. There are eighty-one scales on its back, with nine or nine Yang numbers.
The red dragon suddenly entered the Niwan Palace, and the boundless red clouds immediately illuminated Baizhu's entire body.
""Red Dragon Heart Sutra"..."
In the clouds, the tadpole-shaped red words merged into pieces of strange articles, as if they were trying to explain the subtleties of the Tao and explore the principles of heaven and earth.
This is Chilong’s complete mental method, from the fetal breath to the six realms of immortality!
When Bai Shu came back to his senses, the middle-aged monk in front of him had long since disappeared.
"Sooner or later, you will understand what I said." When he turned his head, a heartbeat was quietly sent into Niwan Palace. It was Guang Hui's voice.
"From the beginning to the end, I never had any intention of harming you."
After this sigh, the heartbeats in Niwan Palace also quietly stopped.
Bai Shu was stunned for a long time, and was silent for a long time.
I don't know how much time passed, but in the corner, the messenger Yu Gui was struggling again and his light shone brightly.
Senior Brother Xuyan?
He raised his hand to take out the Jade Gui that conveyed the message. With a move of his mind, his thoughts traveled thousands of miles through the Jade Gui.
As far as the eye can see, there is a vast white snowfield, a huge mountain, all buried under the snow, and the mist is rolling in, bringing with it the chill of winter.
"Big... senior brother?"
Bai Shu was startled by the dozens of shining bald heads. He said hello to Xu Yan, who had a strange look on his face, but found Xu Hong, Xu Yan and others looking at him with expressions of hesitation and hesitation.
demeanor.
When Bai Zhu was confused, he caught a glimpse of a small figure surrounded by bald heads.
"It's you?!"
He opened his eyes wide and looked surprised and happy.
