Gu Qingfeng was once an omnipotent master in heaven and earth. He not only aspired to the Nine Nether Emperor, but also competed with the Three Thousand Dao. However, he had never heard of any Posas people or Kasyapa observers.
I am extremely unfamiliar with these two names. Not to mention having read them in ancient books, this is the first time I have heard of them.
What puzzled him even more was.
That weak voice seems to be saying something else, don't believe in any cause and effect, maybe it's their trap?
And don’t you believe in your past lives?
And don’t believe in yourself?
How many causes and effects are there, how many past lives are there? How many past lives are there, how many selves are there?
Gu Qingfeng always thought that his experience was pretty good, and he knew more or less about even more profound and mysterious existences.
Even though we dare not deduce the cause and effect, which is known as the most mysterious thing throughout the ages, we can at least understand what is going on.
But now, let alone understand, he can't even understand.
Don't believe in past lives, he can understand.
Don't believe yourself. What's going on?
What does it mean that there are as many past lives as there are causes and effects, and there are as many selves as there are past lives?
This is all a fucking mess.
Especially the last sentence of that weak voice, saying that he should find her. Where to find her? I don’t know. I just said that you are behind me? Who is there? I am there?
What the hell is this?
Gu Qingfeng frowned and meditated while drinking wine, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He had no idea what was going on, and he didn't even know whether the words that the weak voice said were meant for him.
own.
After sorting out my thoughts, I figured out that the weak voice came from Lone Star Tears, and Lone Star Tears was inexplicably integrated into my body when I accidentally encountered the unprecedented Dao Ouyang a few years ago.
He didn't know whether it was a coincidence, an accident, or the so-called causal fate.
But he knew it very well and had been warning himself not to regard coincidence as cause and effect, nor to regard chance as fate.
Therefore, he was not sure why Lone Star Tears merged with him inexplicably.
It was the familiar feeling that made him feel that this matter was not that simple, and it was unlikely to be a coincidence.
If it is really the so-called causal fate that causes this lonely star to merge with myself.
Then the words that the spirit that has always been hidden inside should be spoken to you.
But……
What does it mean?
"The Posas people, Kasyapa Observers, and them? Who are they referring to, and what's going on with those messy causal past lives and myself..."
I don't know.
Gu Qingfeng really couldn't figure it out, and he didn't know who the spirit that had always been hidden in Lone Star Tears was.
She said she wanted to find her?
Is there me behind her?
first.
For the first time, Gu Qingfeng felt like a rookie who didn't know anything. No matter how he thought, how he thought, or how he deduced, he still didn't understand. As he thought about it, he became a little upset, and drank another jar of peach blossom wine.
After that, Gu Qingfeng was preparing to sleep with him first.
As soon as I stood up, I couldn't help but think of someone.
An old monk.
An old monk who lives in the Nirvana Bone Jade.
So, Gu Qingfeng lay on his back on the hammock, and his consciousness entered the Nirvana Bone Jade.
There is a cave inside the Nirvana Bone Jade, more like an illusory world.
There is an illusory mountain in this world.
There is an ethereal temple on the mountain.
There lived an old monk in the temple whom Gu Qingfeng had never met.
Gu Qingfeng's spiritual consciousness did not speak after he came in, because he knew that every time he came in, the old monk would be able to detect it.
As expected.
Just after his consciousness entered the world of Nirvana Bone Jade, the old monk's voice came over.
"Amitabha."
A Buddha's name came, and the old monk's voice was still as ugly as before. Every word spoken seemed to have lasted tens of millions of years. After listening to just four words, it felt as long as an eternity. And this was not
It's not a sensual feeling, but a mental devastation. That feeling is like tens of millions of years sweeping away like a ravage. It's very real and very trance-like.
If it were anyone else, no matter how high the old monk's cultivation was, they would become a demented fool on the spot, because their spiritual consciousness would follow the four words "Amitabha" uttered by the old monk and drift for countless years.
fine.
Gu Qingfeng can bear it and has long been used to it.
"Father and well, ancient layman."
"It's not great, I'm a little upset."
To Gu Qingfeng, this old monk was a familiar stranger.
He didn't know who the old monk was.
This question has never been asked.
It's not that I don't want to, but I know very well that even if I ask, the old monk may not be able to tell.
This has always been a headache and helpless problem for Gu Qingfeng.
He was also very sure that the old monk knew many things. To be precise, there was nothing in this world that he didn't know.
Although the old monk never said that he knew everything, Gu Qingfeng could feel it, and he believed in his feelings.
The reason why he had a headache and was helpless was because every time he encountered doubts, he would come in and ask the old monk for advice. Unfortunately, many times the old monk would say he didn’t know. Even if he spoke once in a while, he would mostly talk in a vague way.
, always likes to hide things and not speak clearly.
It is no exaggeration to say that the number of times Gu Qingfeng came in to ask for advice was not one thousand but eight hundred, and the number of times he received advice from the old monk was very few, no more than ten at best.
Even so, whenever Gu Qingfeng encountered something he couldn't figure out, he would still come in and ask for advice.
Even if he knew that the old monk wouldn't say anything, he would still come in.
Maybe this has become a habit for him.
Or maybe Gu Qingfeng really couldn't find anyone else to chat with to relieve his boredom.
"I wonder what the ancient laymen said were troublesome?"
When the old monk's voice came, Gu Qingfeng did not speak directly, but asked with a smile: "Old monk, can I ask you a question?"
"Excuse me, ancient layman."
"Since I met you, you have been living here. This poor place wants beauties but not beauties, fine wines but not fine wines, and not even beautiful scenery. Aren't you bored in such a place where birds don't shit?
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"Lao Na's six sense organs are pure, he has no desire or pursuit, and he doesn't know what boredom is."
"Are you empty? Are you lonely? Are you cold?"
"Amitabha……"
The old monk said the Buddha's name again. Obviously, he was too lazy to answer this boring and humiliating question asked by Gu Qingfeng.