The first thousand and fifty-six chapters Buddha asked
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The red leaves rustled down, covering the long steps.
The autumn wind rustled, and the red leaves were flying one after another. The monk stood on the steps and chuckled: "Young fifth generation!"
The Buddha's light filled the air, and his gentle breath hit his face. Ye Chen stared at the shadow of the monk in front of him, and he could not detect any breath on it.
"Have you seen me?" Ye Chen said calmly, his eyes subconsciously looking at the dragon of life and death. According to the dragon of life and death, there are eighteen Arhats in this ancient temple, and these eighteen people guard the sword pillar.
The dragon of life and death also looked a little confused. When did a monk appear in the tomb of the Buddha's Samsara Sword?
"I've never seen it before, but before Pindao fell, I saw the fourth generation!" the monk said with a gentle smile.
"And you have the new moon mark on your body, so you are destined to be the fifth generation!" The monk's tone always gave people a feeling of spring breeze.
"Your Excellency is the guardian of the ancient temple?" Ye Chen said calmly, a chill running through his fingertips.
"What a strong murderous intention!" The monk smiled gently, turned around, and walked slowly towards the ancient temple. The sound of his wooden fish became louder and louder.
The moment he was about to enter the ancient temple, the monk turned around and golden Buddha light flowed out.
Under the illumination of the Buddha's light, the monk's expression looked particularly sacred: "But if you can answer some of the poor Tao's questions, the poor Tao will naturally not stop you from entering!"
"Damn bald donkey!" Shanquan cursed softly, and his martial arts will surged out like a tide. At the same time, Shanquan's figure turned into a rainbow, passing by the Lonely Emperor and others, and shot directly into the ancient temple.
"Almsgiver!" The monk closed his eyes slightly, but his melodious chanting sound resounded. This chanting sound tore apart Shanquan's martial arts will.
At the same time, a dull sound sounded! Shanquan's figure immediately resembled a kite with a broken string. He fell crazily backwards. His face was extremely pale.
Bang bang! Shanquan took a few steps back and looked at the monk in front of him with some horror. The previous feeling was like entering a realm. This man was a strong man on the second level of martial arts.
"All you donors need to do is answer some questions!" the monk said with a gentle smile. His figure was motionless, like a dead tree. There was no trace of life on it.
The feeling of killing filled the air. The proud man opened his eyes and looked at the monk with deep meaning. Then he closed his eyes again and said, "Buddha crosses the reincarnation. The Seven Confucian disciples are the way of the Buddha!"
Whoosh! The snow pear flowers rustled down, and the pressure condensed on everyone dissipated in the autumn wind.
At the same time, the monk's right hand slowly raised, and its flying red leaves gathered towards his right hand.
Immediately, the monk's right finger pointed in vain. The monk smiled lightly and glanced at the people below. "Donors, what did you see?"
Lonely Emperor and others raised their eyebrows slightly. What did the monk mean by this question?
The eyes of Lonely Emperor and others were focused on the monk's finger, and the Buddha's light was flowing on it. In the golden Buddha's light, Lonely Emperor and others felt the vast will, the terrifying and gentle will.
"Master's finger!" Yanchen pondered for a moment, staring straight at the monk in front of him, with a trace of deep thought in his eyes: "Fifth Generation? What does this mean? Who is he?"
The monk smiled and said nothing, and his eyes fell on the lonely emperor and others. The lonely emperor also stared at the monk's finger, and then sighed slightly: "I saw the Buddha's light filling the sky, and the master's finger!"
In the Buddha's Light interpretation, the golden Buddha's light is like a tide, covering the monk's shadow, making it illusive and illusory.
The monk still smiled and said nothing, and looked away again, sweeping the whole place and landing on the proud man. There was a slight change in his calm eyes, and then he calmed down well.
Aware of the gaze directed at him, Jiaozi opened his eyes. He had noticed the change in the monk's eyes before.
Turning around, Jiaozi did not look at the monk's fingers, but looked at the void. In the void, red leaves were flying and petals were fluttering.
The proud man pondered for a moment, then said calmly: "Flying red leaves, fluttering petals!"
The monk still smiled and said nothing, without explaining anything. Then he shook his head, turned his head, looked at Ye Chen with a smile in his eyes, and chuckled: "Young fifth generation, how about you?"
Ye Chen opened his eyes, but his eyes never fell on the golden Buddha light, nor did he pay attention to the monk's fingers, nor did he pay attention to the flying dead leaves around him.
With a calm expression, Ye Chen met the monk's gaze and said calmly: "Autumn day!"
Behind the flying red leaves and fluttering petals is the endless void, the void is endless, and the clouds are floating.
However, behind the clouds is an autumn day. Autumn is no longer as hot as summer. The gentle sunshine shines through the clouds and falls on the red leaf forest.
"It is precisely because of this that you are the Moon God of the Five Dynasties!" The monk whispered. The void is endless. Wherever he points, there are so many things. Everyone has his own way. Different ways mean different things.
The sun represents great aspirations and protects the peace of the God of War. The red leaves represent disputes between the God of War and Tiangang. The fingers represent hell and the disputes in hell.
The Lonely Emperor and others raised their heads, turned around and looked into the void. The wind swept across the sky, blowing away the clouds, and an autumn sun emerged.
Looking at the autumn sun, everyone was thinking deeply, with different expressions. As for Mu Chen, he closed his eyes directly, and the flying petals rotated in his palms, transforming into blooming petals.
"There are many truths, only the true nature!" The monk grabbed the falling red leaves, and immediately, the red leaves flowed out from his fingertips, and a drop of water appeared in vain on his fingertips.
Water droplets dripped down the monk's fingertips and fell into the wind. As the autumn wind blew, the water droplets dispersed silently.
Seeing this scene, Ye Chen and others fell silent without breaking the peace of the scene.
"A drop of water means you are helpless and lonely, like a son without a mother; it dries up when exposed to the wind, disappears when exposed to the sun, disappears when exposed to heat, the future is unpredictable, and misfortune cannot be escaped!" The monk chuckled, stretched out his right hand, and dropped a drop of water.
Suspended above it: "What if it doesn't dry up?"
Having said this, the monk looked at Lonely Emperor and others again.
"What if the dripping water doesn't dry up?" Yan Chen raised his eyebrows slightly. He knew that the monk in front of him would never ask such a simple truth. He pondered for a moment and continued: "The dripping water condenses into ice. As long as it is cold enough, there is no need to fear the sun.
Gangfeng!”
The monk smiled and said nothing. The water droplets on his palm condensed into an ice crystal in vain. The chill filled the air and the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees.
"Ice rules!" Yan Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. This terrifying control technique was simply superb.
There was a hissing sound, a tiny spark suddenly appeared, and then a steady stream of flames burst out all around, just for a moment, and the surroundings of the monk seemed to become a sea of fire.
The monk held the ice crystal and then released it. The ice crystal passed through the monk's fingertips and fell into the sea of fire. Even though the ice crystal was filled with ice rules, it eventually dissipated in the sea of fire.
"Although the ice is cold, but it is weak, how can it withstand the burning of the sea of fire!" The monk flicked his sleeves and the sea of fire around him immediately disappeared, and the red leaves flew again and fell down.
Having said this, the monk's eyes moved away from the smoke and fell on the lonely emperor, "This donor, what's your answer?"
"If you don't dry up even if you drop water, you will return to the rivers and seas!" The Lonely Emperor said solemnly, his eyes looking at Ye Chen without any trace, he seemed to understand something.
A smile appeared at the corner of the monk's mouth. The monk raised his right hand again, and a drop of water flowed in the palm of his hand. At the same time, the monk flicked his left hand, and the water flowed up to the nine heavens, and the surrounding area seemed to become an ocean.
Standing on the water, the monk turned his right hand over, and the water droplets slid down his fingertips and fell on the sea surface, causing a ripple.
Looking at the spreading ripples, the monk said to himself: "Rivers, lakes and seas are the mother of dripping water. No matter where the drop of water comes from, it is ultimately nurtured by rivers, lakes and seas. When it rises high in the sky, the scenery is infinite; when it falls on the ground, it is dark and endless.
Ya."
The sound of rushing water is endless, the autumn wind blows, and the water rushes toward Ye Chen and others~~--Net. First update~~.
Ye Chen and the others did not retreat, they still stood there, letting the water flow over their knees.
The falling red leaves fell on the water and drifted with the current.
"Rivers, lakes and seas are the foundation of Dishui's development. Only when they merge into the majesty of rivers, lakes and seas can Dishui have the support to take off, the backing of lasing, the driving force to soar, and the calmness to advance and retreat freely." When it comes to this, the monk means.
He gave the proud man a long look, paused, and continued: "Working alone, you can lead a momentary coquettishness, but you will not be able to achieve great success; if you are alone, struggling against windmills, you will inevitably suffer unforeseen disasters."
The moment the words fell to the ground, the water flowing out of them immediately disappeared.
Ye Chenruo glanced at the monk meaningfully and then smiled. This monk was quite interesting. He looked at the proud son, Lonely Emperor and others without any trace, returning to the Sword God Sect?
The howling autumn wind blew up the red leaves all over the sky, the monk's figure also turned into the breeze and dispersed, and the Buddha's light all over the sky disappeared in the autumn wind.
"If you understand, you understand; if you don't understand, you understand!" The monk's words still echoed in the void, and the sound of the wooden fish in his ancient temple became louder and louder. When the sound of the wooden fish reached its highest level, the sound of the wooden fish suddenly stopped.
"I understand, I understand!" Ye Chen murmured, hell is part of the Martial God Continent after all, and everyone is prosperous. If the Martial God Continent is gone, will hell still exist?
Ye Chen smiled lightly and took the lead to walk towards the ancient temple, the aroma of which hit his face.
The proud man glanced at Lonely Emperor and others, and then walked into the ancient temple with several elders of the Martial Arts Temple.
Yanchen, Lonely Emperor and others all remained silent for a long time.
Inside the ancient temple, there are many towers, with wisps of smoke flowing among them. There are some patterns carved around the towers, which are impressive scenes of some warriors from the Martial God Continent fighting against foreign enemies.
Walking on the stone path of the quiet path, Ye Chen felt peaceful. His eyes passed over the towers and fell on the sword pillar that reached the sky...~.-~