Qiu Fan had just grilled the meat and cooked the porridge when suddenly, there was a loud "bang" sound, which made his hand holding the spoon tremble.
Accompanied by the loud noise, the earth shook.
It was especially obvious on the building trees. Doctor You who was resting on the tree was accidentally knocked down.
Fortunately, he only landed on his butt, so he avoided serious sin.
"What happened?!" He jumped up and looked around alertly.
The bamboo stick monster was grinding the collected seasonings with Goudan and the others under the tree. At this moment, he also stood up in fear, looking around like a frightened rabbit.
The old monk also opened his eyes.
Only the young monk was still chanting sutras.
These days, the grass in front of me is gradually showing signs of waking up, and it often rustles at night, as if it is saying something.
Everyone looked at the young monk in surprise, surprised by his calmness.
Then, several of them also calmed down.
In their team, although the old monk is the oldest and has higher cultivation level, the younger monk is their backbone.
As the young monk chanted sutras, everyone looked for the source of the noise.
"Look!" Goudan suddenly pointed to the bottom of Shennong City, where the city wall was. At this time, there were still embers after the fire disappeared.
"What's going on? The medicine refining furnace exploded?" Doctor You muttered.
In Shennong City, there are countless people refining medicine, and an explosion is common, but such a big movement has never been seen before.
No one gave you an answer.
Just when they were about to retract their heads.
boom!
From another city wall, a mushroom-shaped flame and smoke rose, followed by a loud noise, and the earth shook again.
Doctor You was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and looked down in horror, "What, what's going on?"
The bamboo pole monster and the others were also dumbfounded.
In this moment, the smoke clouds from the explosion had already floated into the air, and even drifted towards Jianmu.
Faintly, they smelled the smell of gunpowder.
Of course, none of these people knew that this was the smell of gunpowder, but Doctor You seemed to have smelled something like this.
"Is this sulfur?" Doctor You said, they often smelled this smell when they were refining elixirs.
But he couldn't explain why there was a smell of sulfur in such a loud movement.
The young monk knew this, but all his energy was now in the scriptures and Zen.
The Buddha once held a flower and smiled. When he practiced the Zen of holding a flower, it could only be understood but not described. Only by entering such a state of Zen can one understand the meaning of Zen.
And now, the grass in front of him is his enlightened Zen idea.
He devoted himself wholeheartedly to the grass, and gradually entered a mysterious and mysterious Zen state, peaceful, quiet, leisurely and wonderful, as if he had entered a pure and untainted, indifferent and open-minded, without desires and demands, unrestrained, calm and contented.
A world beyond everything.
This experience is difficult to put into words, but it makes him feel very comfortable, so comfortable that his spirit has left his body and is independent of the whole world.
There was only one monk, sitting cross-legged on the wasteland; in front of him was a piece of grass, standing tall in the sky, and nothing else.
Look at the soft moon, the warm spring sun; the vast starry sky; the cool breeze blowing on your face.
Time seems to have pressed the fast forward button. In their world of one monk and one grass, time goes by, white clouds turn into gray dogs, and the vast sea turns into mulberry fields.
I don’t know how many days have passed, or how many years have passed.
Around the little monk, a river appeared, green grass grew, and the grass grew taller and stronger.
I don’t know how many years passed, but a tree appeared next to me, providing shade in summer and snow in winter.
Behind the tree, a stone bridge appeared, leading to the other side.
The young monk remained indifferent, chanting the Buddha's name foolishly, sitting in front of the grass in front of him, silently discussing the Tao.
In the Buddhist scriptures, the tree finally bloomed one year, and the white flowers on the tree were like snow without any green leaves.
When the wind blew, the white flowers fell and scattered on the little monk's head, neck, sleeves, and the grass.
The grass trembled slightly, shaking off the flowers.
As the years passed, the flowers and trees withered and disappeared, and the desolation appeared again underfoot. There was still only one monk and one grass.
The monk is old and the grass is strong.
The difference is that there is an ocean around them.
They are on an isolated island, or they are an isolated island, suffering from the waves and the droppings of seagulls in the sky.
Boom, boom!
The strong wind swept the waves and submerged the young monk and the grass. They stayed underwater, still indifferent.
…
There were several more explosions one after another, and there were also faint shouts of killing, and the bamboo stick monster frowned solemnly.
"Will something happen down there?" he asked the old monk.
The old monk walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down.
He had very good ears and could hear very clearly, "The people below seem to be fighting and killing monsters." After the old monk said this, he clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."
"Kill the monster?" The bamboo stick monster shuddered.
He is also a monster. Using such a large array to kill monsters is a bit too harsh, right?
boom!
There was another explosion, and the light flashed directly across the sky as bright as day. Even their clothes and expressions could be seen clearly.
The bamboo stick monster has never seen such a big movement.
He said worriedly: "Why don't you wake up the little monk and get an idea?"
They are only high away from Shennong City, not far away. It would be bad if it affects them.
"That's fine." The old monk turned around when he agreed, and his expression changed drastically when he saw the young monk sitting cross-legged on the ground with a solemn expression.
"Wait a minute!" the old monk shouted to stop the bamboo stick monster who was about to attack.
"What's wrong?" The bamboo stick monster retracted his hand that was about to touch the young monk, and looked up at the old monk in surprise.
"He is now at a critical moment of enlightenment. You must not disturb him." The old monk said.
"The critical moment of enlightenment?" The bamboo stick monster lowered his head to check and saw that the little monk's body was motionless and his posture remained unchanged.
The only thing that changed was the corners of his lips. As the verses continued to be uttered, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smile.
This smile is indescribable, just like a mother seeing her child's first tooth grow; like a lover reunited after a long separation; and like the sweet smile we have when we eat our favorite food and understand the truth of the world.
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This smile made the world peaceful, and no matter how loud the noise was under the building, it would be difficult to disturb them.
This smile made them peaceful. They looked at the little monk and were immersed in a state of joy and tranquility.
They seemed to see the flowers withering and blooming, the clouds rolling and relaxing, the sun rising and setting, and the gentle breeze blowing.
For some reason, the bamboo pole monster has understood many truths that he did not understand in the past in terms of cultivation. He is full of monster power and is rapidly improving and making breakthroughs in his realm.
Doctor You's mind was suddenly cleansed. All the hesitations, worries, hardships and nastiness of life disappeared, and he felt much better physically and mentally.
The moods of several prisoners who came with Qiu Fan also changed.
In the little monk's smile, they seemed to have experienced a nirvana, and both their minds and bodies were reborn.