In Ye Wenchan's courtyard, under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, yellow flowers were falling, and an old man was lying on a chair, falling into a deep sleep.
A woman lay on the ground, breathless.
A little child, all wet, was placed on the door panel of the well.
Ye Wenchan smiled faintly: "It's hard to love and leave."
Partings between life and death, tragedies in the world, loss of a spouse in youth, loss of a son in middle age, and great sorrow.
"There is no eternal feast in the world. We are as close as a father and son, as close as a couple. It is rare to stay together for life. Everything is impermanent. The pain of separation from love cannot be avoided by mortals."
Ye Wenchan said calmly: "But I am not a mortal. My ability is that my parents will live long, my wife will be cultivated, my children will have children, and I will be able to observe the sky and the earth, but I can't understand it if I am separated from the rest of the world."
"The way of Buddhism is also a small way for me."
Ye Wenchan shook his head, turned around, opened the wooden door, and walked out of the small courtyard.
The small courtyard disappeared, the stars in Ye Wenchan's eyes turned, and the City of Misery trembled again.
At this moment, in the domed Buddhist hall, the withered old monk opened his eyes again.
"What a speed!"
"His state of mind has reached the state of observing the sky and knowing destiny. To him, these eight sufferings are just a small path!"
"What's wrong with me today? Why can't I keep my mind steady?"
At this moment, the withered old monk stretched out his spiritual power again and looked towards the entrance of the hall.
In fact, there is only one avenue of suffering in the city of suffering, from the city gate to the domed Buddhist hall.
There are eight sections in total on this avenue.
Each one represents a difficult situation.
Different people, embarking on this road, must pass the test of eight hardships in life.
Based on the passing speed and reaction, the potential and strength of the person are reflected.
The entire City of Misery is a magical artifact made by the mighty powers of all realms. People with ordinary strength must go through a baptism in it.
Today, he met two unusual visitors, which shocked the old monk.
At this moment, in the last difficult situation, the man in black robe walked with a cold aura.
His whole body was as cold as a piece of ice, and nothing seemed to be able to influence him.
All the illusions that appeared in front of him were like illusions. The man took this road to misery with an unbelievable speed.
He had already arrived at the door of the Buddhist temple, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife as he looked towards the main hall.
The withered old monk was only separated from the man in black robe by a palace door.
Both sides seem to be able to see each other.
One second, two seconds, three seconds later, the man in black robe suddenly raised his head, and there seemed to be an evil smile flickering under his hood.
Then, he took steps, walked around the hall, and left quickly.
"well!"
The withered old monk sighed softly.
In fact, he was struggling very much, wondering whether he should take action to kill the man in black.
He saw endless darkness from the man in black.
Endless sin.
Endless evil!
In fact, the withered old monk had already decided that if the man in black robe entered the door, he would take action.
However, the man in black robe seemed to have something, and did not stop. He bypassed the main hall and left quickly through the avenue behind the hall.
The eight hardships in life, except for the obstacles at the city gate, were as simple as walking for him.
At this moment, Ye Wenchan was strolling leisurely in the courtyard, walking through the two difficult situations behind him step by step.
Zi Yuanying almost cried all the way here.
She kept crying, wiping away her tears, and walked over with strength.
Although there are some fetters, it still cannot stop her heart towards Tao.
Ye Wenchan spent more time waiting for her.
But in the eyes of the withered old monk, Ye Wenchan's state of mind has improved to another level.
When he entered the city gate, he came in with great murderous intent.
But at this moment, he had calmed down.
even though
Knowing that the enemy is ahead of you can still stabilize your mind.
Leaf wen cicada has grown again.
At this moment, Ye Wenchan and Zi Yuanying also came to the domed Buddhist hall hand in hand.
After looking at the door of the Buddhist temple for a few seconds, Ye Wenchan smiled faintly and said to Zi Yuanying: "Go in!"
"I?"
"Aren't you going to come in?"
Zi Yuanying was a little surprised.
After experiencing the eight realms of suffering, she is now a strong person in the sixth realm of Chasing the Sun Realm.
And there seems to be a stronger opportunity in this hall.
But Ye Wenchan showed no regrets and let Zi Yuanying in directly.
"My way is not in harmony with his!"
Ye Wenchan said lightly.
"What about me?"
Zi Yuanying wants to say that I also have my own way.
"Yours is a trail, you can go and have a look."
Ye Wenchan said calmly.
"Trail..."
Zi Yuanying wrinkled her nose and was a little dissatisfied, but after hesitating for a moment, she still stepped forward.
"Squeak..."
Before Zi Yuanying could push the door open, the door of the main hall opened naturally. In the golden main hall, the sallow old monk sat in the middle.
"Since the donor has come to the door, why don't you come in and talk?"
The sallow old monk's eyes were like a ray of empty space, shining on Ye Wenchan.
The stars in Ye Wenchan's eyes were turning, and a field of stars slowly appeared.
"Perhaps I can help you answer the donor's doubts."
The sallow old monk saw Ye Wenchan's hesitation, closed his eyes, disappeared, and stopped looking at Ye Wenchan.
"I do have a little curiosity and want to ask."
With that said, Ye Wenchan took steps towards the main hall.
Seeing Ye Wenchan also coming in, Zi Yuanying suddenly felt at ease.
The sudden appearance of the old monk was so weird that Zi Yuanying felt a little scared. She really didn't dare to face the old monk alone.
"You should be curious as to why I am here."
"Old monk, from the Buddhist world, the Venerable Nuo Ye who has attained the minor Nirvana realm."
The withered old monk spoke slowly, and his voice carried the sound of Buddha, which trembled in the hall and was quite majestic.
"Little Nirvana!"
Zi Yuanying looked at the withered old monk in great surprise: "Are you above the realm of gods?"
"Above the realm of gods, there is the observation of the sky, and above the observation of the sky, there is Nirvana. Nirvana is divided into minor Nirvana and great Nirvana."
"The old monk is not talented, he is in the state of small nirvana!"z.br
The withered old monk Nuoye sat motionless, but his voice trembled throughout the hall.
"A realm more powerful than the Heaven-Observing Realm!"
Zi Yuanying shrank her neck subconsciously.
Her master, the Valley Master of Floating Disk Valley, was only in the Divine Realm, and he was only in the second level of the Divine Realm.
There is still a long way to go before the Heaven-Observing Realm!
The old monk Nuo Ye seemed to be very satisfied with Zi Yuanying's reaction, and immediately said: "The old monk is here to meet a destined person who can inherit my legacy."
Then his slightly closed eyes seemed to be examining Ye Wenchan.
"Donor, please..."
"I don't want to!"
Ye Wenchan spoke almost at the same time as the old monk Nuo Ye. When his voice fell, Nuo Ye suddenly smiled bitterly.
He had already guessed that Ye Wenchan would not be willing.
I just didn't expect Ye Wenchan to refuse so directly.
"This is the power of the Small Nirvana Realm. I'm afraid there is no one in the entire Buti Star. Why aren't you willing?"