Nearing one’s end.
On the top of the mountain, there is a soil embryo that has been painted as a prison for nearly 40 years, and there is a trace of loosening, and in an instant, the golden light is shining, like the mud bodhisattva cracking, showing a brilliant undefeated golden body.
On the top of the mountain, in addition to this mound, there is also an elderly monk sitting cross-legged on the ground wearing a tattered robe, drooping old, with snow-white eyebrows hanging down his knees, turning around on the muddy ground, the wind and sun are blowing, making the skin dark and wrinkled, like a dry field, lining the two white eyebrows more and more white.
When he saw that the soil embryo was loose and the mud crumbs were on the ground, it was clearly almost imperceptible, but it seemed that in the ears of this tantric Dharma King, it was like the thunder ringing in his ears, the two long eyebrows fluttered chaotically, and his body became more and more motionless like a mountain.
As a monk who claims to have never said a word of nonsense in his life on Landa Mountain, he and another monk have been waiting here in turn for more than 20 years, the white-eyed old monk stood up, lowered his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes, only to see the debris continue to fall, the whole body is full of golden light, and the real person is revealed.
At this moment, the mountain suddenly recites the scriptures, and the mountain is more majestic in the singing, and the treasure is solemn.
The old monk facing the east looked back at the west, the sun was setting, I don't know if it was an illusion, with the mound like a sleeping lion, finally no longer napping, after opening his eyes, shake off the dust, began to swallow the mountains and rivers, the afterglow suddenly brightened, compared with the brilliance of the sun, the degree of splendor, is not bad at all.
The big day is coming.
The old Dharma King slowly turned his head, and an old monk who seemed to turn his head back to the yang world appeared in his sight, more old and faint than the white-eyed old monk who was more than a hundred years old, dry and thin, I am afraid that he would not even weigh 90 catties.
Although it is said that Mt.
Landa is not martial arts, but the senior monks of the past dynasties, like the Liuzhu Master who is only his descendant, are not weak in their realm cultivation.
The Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows and is compassionate, and at the same time, he can also subdue the dragon elephant with angry eyes.
And the old monk in the white-eyed monk's field of vision is silent, lifeless, and unusually dead.
Tantric Buddhism preaches that the Buddha is the body, the Central Plains of the Eastern Earth has always been regarded as a demon, in the final analysis, it is still Confucianism and Taoism with a mustard, and now the Liyang Dynasty and Beimang almost destroyed the Buddha at the same time, in fact, it is Zen Buddhism, but the white-eyed old monk wants to gain insight into the general trend after the catastrophe of Buddhism, he can't do it himself, he can only hope for the immaculate and pure lion in front of him who made a grand wish to prove the Buddha and become a Buddha.
The withered old monk finally spoke, and before his voice came out, he slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air like gray smoke, "My body and mind are just like a glass bottle, which can be broken with a hammer."
But millions of living beings are in glass bottles, and sledgehammers are in the East. ” The white-eyed old monk's face was moved, his hands were folded, and the Buddha sang.
"From west to east, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell."
After saying this, the withered old monk, who was even older than the hundred-year-old Dharma King on Landa Mountain, stretched out a hand and stroked it on the top of his head, like a hammer smashing on himself, hammering away the golden light, and the top of the mountain was full of light.
The white-eyed monk looked sad.
Knocking on the glass heart dirt bottle with a hammer should have proved the Buddha and achieved the supreme Dharma Body Buddha, but the senior monk knew that the monk in front of him was not like this at all.
A round of unusually bright sun on the west mountain, as if it had lost its support, quickly dimmed after the monks empowered themselves, and the afterglow disappeared, and they fell into the mountain in a hurry.
When he stood up, the monk with two white eyebrows and knee-high looked up again, and there was no trace of the old monk who had been enlightened for 40 years.
There was an epiphany in the two Zen temples, and this one was a little long.
There was only the sound of chanting in the mountains, and the old monk sighed softly.
Outside the Iron Gate, an old monk swept across the desert and swept through the Gobi, stopping once to make a knife with his fingers, cutting off the flesh of his arm, feeding the young eagles between the cracks in the mountain wall, and once squatting in the desert to watch the insects swim away.
When the old monk who was dying came to Kuimen Pass, as if he was more than ten years younger, he stood still outside the Xiongguan, stunned, his eyes were dizzy, and he only looked at the people who entered the pass or went out of the prison in a hurry, and it was a few days and nights at a glance, and when the Guan Saijia was ready to go to interrogate a few words, the old monk was nowhere to be found.
There are many dangerous mountains and deep streams in the north of Xishu, Shu road is difficult to go to the blue sky, an old man in monk clothes is like a bird, come and go like the wind, see the high mountains and cross the top of the mountain, meet the big river and step on the river, a dead wood skin has begun to glow, just like the winter wood in early spring, but the eyes are more and more muddy, the robe is fluttering, the next step to settle down as you like, occasionally meet the slender man pulling the boat on the shallows, the monk appears in the stern, stepping on the frozen river water, listening to the horn of the Shu man, slowly pushing the big boat for twenty miles, and then flashing away, sweeping dozens of zhang in the deep mountains and old forests, bang, the old monk suddenly stopped, both hands holding a winter bird that he killed, the flesh and blood on the palm of the hand were blurred, the old monk's eyes were confused, first suddenly woke up, silent sorrow, and then fell into confusion, eyes were blank, this station is a full half of the year, during which there was heavy rain pouring on the top, there was snow and worse invasion of the bones, until one morning, the sun rose in the east, and then suddenly looked back and then went east, this way through the yellow sand thousands of miles, passing by the Jincheng soup pool, the ditch of Qianxun and the sheep intestine trail, finally set foot in the Central Plains, and sheltered from the rain under the wall of the town and shoulderOn this day, the old monk who is already declining is only like the age of the sixtieth year in a lonely small mound in a deserted wilderness, he saw a word on the tombstone with mottled handwriting, and he didn't know why he traveled thousands of miles to see 10,000 people, and he had forgotten who he was, where he went, and who he saw, but only remembered one word at this time, Liu.
The ignorant old monk continued to travel eastward, and one day came to a green mountain, and the wind shook the pine forest, and the sound was like waves.
Caused by his mind, he floated on an ancient pine, looked into the distance, heard the pine waves, and after a full ten years, he said hoarsely, "Songtao." ” A stubbornly remembered Liu character.
Plus at the moment, the pine is like a drum.
The old monk is no longer old, he looks middle-aged, forty is not confused, for this monk of Langtuo Mountain who has traveled thousands of miles to the east and forgotten the past, this moment can indeed be called not confused, with a smile on his face, "Liu Songtao." ” The rivers and lakes soon knew that a young mad monk had come to the Western Regions, traveling all the way east, his mouth seemed to sing but not sing, as if he was chanting but not reciting, and where he passed, he suddenly saw that people would kill if he didn't fit his mind, and suddenly he would teach the opportunity to teach Buddhism.
On the endless plain, like a young monk of the age of the crown, singing loudly, walking against the wind, it is still the useless song that began to spread in the land of the Central Plains.
"Heaven and earth are useless, and they do not enter my eyes.
The sun and the moon are useless and cannot be together.
Kunlun is useless, if you don't come, just me.
Compassion is useless, and sanctimoniousness is uncilified.
Pure and useless, the sleeves are empty.
The river is useless, and there is no return to the east.
Wind and snow are useless and cannot be warm.
The grass is useless, and it withers when it is a year old.
Meditation is useless, what kind of Buddha does it become?"
The young monk, swaggering forward, suddenly stopped and looked up, as if he were looking at the scenery hundreds of miles away.
He laughed heartily, and a series of loud laughter suddenly resounded through the heavens and the earth. did not restrain his smile, the tattered robe on his body began to flutter and fly, the place where the body passed, no footprints, tore out a ravine, the young monk galloped six hundred miles, the wall was broken, the forest broke the wood, and the mountain jumped over the mountain.
In the end, he collided with a white-clothed monk who was also rushing madly six hundred miles away.
The ground in a radius of three miles instantly sunken a huge round pit.
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After the collision, the young monk paused slightly and continued to run forward, just like the river surging eastward, still laughing, "The emperor is useless, nothing more than a hundred years."
Hades is useless, envy me for being free.
Immortals are useless, mortals laugh at the sunrise in the east, the sunset in the west, where am I going to go" Who in the world can stand in the way of this young mad monk Deng Tai'a has already gone to sea to visit immortals, and Cao Changqing is bent on recovering the country, could it be Wang Xianzhi in the city of Emperor Nawu The world doesn't know that there is a mountain between the mad monk and Wang Xianzhi.
The main peak of Zhulu Mountain, 3,000 white jade steps.
A white-clothed demon who has recently entered the Chase Deer Mountain reigns over the world.
One red and one green two big fish with aura, like carp not carp, like Jiao not Jiao, fish whiskers are extremely slender, double fish float in the air like swimming water, in the white body mysterious swimming.
In addition to the two strange things around the white clothes, there are two men with a disparity in age standing near the steps, the young one is less than a year old, short in stature, with a dull face, sitting on the steps with his cheeks and looking at the mountain scenery.
The older man was in his early forties, carrying a long cloth bag with a broken spear wrapped in it.
The middle-aged man asked softly, "Sect Master, let Deng Mao go and stop the monk from the Western Regions."
It turned out to be Beimang's words.
The man in white asked calmly: "You can stop Tuoba Bodhisattva" The man who called himself Deng Mao laughed to himself and shook his head.
The meaning of the sect leader is very simple, if he can stop Tuoba Bodhisattva, he will have the ability to stop the gray-clothed monk, after all, this person has not even succeeded in the white-clothed monk Li Dangxin.
The short man spoke: "Even if he is Liu Songtao, who escaped the catastrophe back then, he may not be able to beat Wang Xianzhi and Tuoba Bodhisattva today at his peak. ” The man in white sneered: "Wait until you first win the ninth Deng Mao in the world, and then say this." ” Deng Mao laughed softly: "Sooner or later."
Beimang will rely on Hong Jingyan and this kid to support his face in the future. ” The man in white did not refute and slowly walked down the steps.
The nearly 1,000 demons and demons who were crawling on the steps bowed their heads.
The man in white looked to the west with an expressionless face.
Li Beware doesn't want to entangle, then I'll Luoyang to fight you Liu Songtao to have an unfinished game to be continued: