When we broke into the Dragon Soul Sword Tomb, we were delayed for a long time due to Taiwu Xixi's lack of strength. By now, the moon had already risen.
This is the first quarter moon. The sun has not yet set. It is setting in the west, and another half-moon has risen in the east. The sun and moon can barely be considered to be in the same sky.
Lu Zhengkang released the two little strangers together with Wang Ping'an.
The Taoist priest followed Xiao Shufang, looking obedient. However, when he saw Taiwu Xixi, he smiled brightly and ran towards her happily. When he got there, he saw his wife's pale lips and the joy on his face.
Converged immediately.
"Are you hurt?"
Taiwu Xixi blinked, "No." She had just changed her clothes, applied powder, and bandaged her. On the surface, there was no flaw.
The Taoist priest turned his head and glared at Bai Zimo. The swordsman was a little embarrassed and bowed repeatedly, "I was wrong."
The little girl rolled her eyes and went back to the Pure Land to cook.
The Taoist priest and the swordsman went to move the tables and chairs as usual, but before they entered the night-flower mirror, Taiwu Xixi waved his hand inside, and the night-blooming night flower disappeared. They missed it and failed to enter the Pure Land.
The word "worry" came out of every pore on Wang Ping'an's face. When Xiao Shufang saw his unsatisfactory appearance, he kicked him angrily. The Taoist priest made a grimace and bent over, waiting for the scolding.
Xiao Shufang did not reprimand him, but instead leaned over and whispered some words to him.
Wang Ping'an suddenly seemed to have learned how to change his face after learning Sichuan opera. He was sometimes happy and sometimes sad, which made Bai Zimo shake his head.
Taiwu Xixi prepared a pot of delicious soup in the morning. It was a bit too hot now, but it was still delicious. Little fat Dunwei Qi was holding the soup bowl and was so happy that it was bubbling.
As usual, Xiao Huang'er asked Lu Zhengkang to feed him. Xiao Shufang stared at Lu Zhengkang's head while eating, his eyes were like a dove planning to occupy the magpie's nest.
Bai Zimo didn't know why, but he got along well with Xiao Yixiang, and began to popularize the knowledge of the Pure Land to Xiao Yixiang.
Everything about the Pure Land is good, but it is not perfect, especially the real Pure Land, which is too reductive to reality. In fact, people only use it as a node for material transmission. They are still happy to play in the illusory Pure Land and regard the illusory Pure Land as a
The main platform for information circulation.
However, it is impossible for people to appear in the real and illusory pure lands at the same time, which leads to a lag in information transmission. So Bai Zimo made a bold suggestion and asked the Buddha to open a function similar to message reminders so that two fellow practitioners in the pure lands can receive information in real time.
comminicate.
Lu Zhengkang said warmly: "I have also thought about this matter, but the time to actually complete it is not now. The fate has not yet arrived. This is why."
Bai Zimo's suggestion is very good. It is indeed very desirable to allow people all over the world to send messages to each other. However, the problem is that Lu Zhengkang does not have the energy to complete such a major task for the time being.
Among his three bodies, the incarnation is the current Buddha, the Sambhogakaya is the next Pangu, and the Dharmakaya is the administrator of the Pure Land.
The ability of Dharmakaya is limited. If a real-time communication network is established, the huge data flow will take up a lot of energy. The battle with Tongxiangshu is imminent, and Lu Zhengkang cannot be distracted.
We can only wait for the next era, when everyone in the world has determined their fate, and they are already a union of wills, and they can communicate with each other. And when the new human beings in the new era multiply, and then let the idle Dharmakaya establish a communication network, it can be considered
The merits are complete.
After everyone had dinner, it was time to take a rest.
The little strangers were all given an epiphyllum by Taiwu Xixi and led them to live temporarily in the Pure Land. Taoist Wang and Bai Zimo said goodbye to Lu Zhengkang and returned to the Pure Land. They originally planned to follow the Buddha, but their elders
But he asked someone to deliver a message to give instructions on important matters.
Lu Zhengkang looked around. He was alone again in the clear and refreshing land. The night gradually deepened. There were some clouds in the sky tonight, and the light of the stars was very dim. Looking weak, Lu Zhengkang recalled some past events, raised his eyebrows and waved his sleeves.
, the majestic and surging palm power rose into the sky, blowing away all the thin flowing clouds that filled the sky.
Great star man.
He stood under the spiraling stars and moon, looking up all night.
The starry sky is the starry sky of my hometown.
Lu Zhengkang can recognize the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, the big-horned Sirius, one by one, in clusters, flashing, or not flashing... However, they are all fake.
The world of picture scrolls has left behind the memory of those planets that it once swallowed. In the ancient history of star souls, the light brought by the stars shining in the vast dark sky is still unforgettable.
The movement of these stars overlaps with the destiny of living beings. Lu Zhengkang noticed it earlier when he was studying magic. After going deeper into the upper realm, he can clearly see the corresponding relationship between the Sambhogakaya and the stars.
A star is often associated with the sambhogakayas of tens of thousands of sentient beings.
This relationship is called fate.
Lu Zhengkang himself has no destiny, he is an outsider.
Fortunately, his Sambhogakaya was strong enough, and he was regarded by Emu Yuanling as a powerful person in the outer universe. Therefore, he could safely entrust the world and all living beings to Lu Zhengkang.
Lu Zhengkang thought to himself: After cleaning up the old mountains and rivers, I can't be trapped here, I should try to travel to the next universe, otherwise wouldn't it be a waste of time?
Mr. Lu is actually still a young man, and even he himself has almost forgotten about it.
He was in a state of mind, and it wasn't until the golden light of morning shone in his eyes that he came back to his senses.
A night-viewing mirror appeared nearby, and Taiwu Xixi and others rushed out.
It's time to have breakfast.
During the time that my little sister stayed at the Cantonese Restaurant, she learned a lot of special cooking skills, and the famous breakfast tea dish is of course indispensable.
She had started preparing it two hours ago, and it was a bit difficult for her to make food for a bunch of people in a hurry. Fortunately, Xiaopangdun was not only delicious, but he could also cook it, and he was also very helpful in helping out.
Everyone drank tea and chatted leisurely, but there was always a worried look on the faces of the Taoist priest and the swordsman.
The people in the evil realm are getting more and more arrogant, causing killings every moment. Up to now, thousands of innocent people have died tragically. Ordinary people without martial arts are now hiding in the Pure Land, like a group of refugees running into the shelter in a hurry.
.
The evil people under the command of the Evil Buddha are like a big catfish, rushing into the small and stable pond of the world, stirring up the mud and sand, and the lazy fish are driven by the sense of crisis to run, but there is about to be a
Big changes are about to happen.
Since these are matters arranged for the people of the world, they should be left to the people of the world to worry about. Lu Zhengkang, the question maker, does not intend to favor any party.
Halfway through the tea, the Taoist priest pulled Taiwu Xixi aside because he had something to talk about privately.
After half a stick of incense, the two came back. They were very calm. They seemed to have a smooth conversation, but they seemed to have had a quarrel.
However, their paths are beyond the control of others.
It's getting late, it's already three o'clock in the morning, let's go to the next sword tomb.
