"The meaning is very simple, only by contemplating birth and death can you draw the true meaning you need, but what does this life and death mean" The Demon Hall Master muttered to himself at this time, obviously already immersed in it.
The demon cultivator next to him was the same, meditating, but neither of them had any intention of writing.
Lin Wei is the same, when he first looks at these eight words, it is really simple, but after tasting it carefully, he knows that it is not simple.
The matter of life and death, how can it be easily understood If you don't experience life and death, how can you understand, but no matter how immortals, Buddhas and demons die, they will disappear, and how can you draw the true meaning again In this way, this is indeed a difficult problem, no wonder it can trap the four people such as the Silent Monk for a hundred years, no matter how high their cultivation is, they have not really experienced life and death, of course, it is difficult to understand its true meaning.
Maybe it's because they've been trapped here for a hundred years, they've tried countless times, and their mentality has been completely opened, obviously although the female cultivators also have obsessions, they should want to leave here and get out of trouble more than solving the puzzle.
At this time, the demon cultivator seemed to have understood, and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the floating paintbrush, and then drew on the paper.
His painting skills are very high, and with just a few brushstrokes, he painted a baby who had just come out of his mother's womb and an old man who was about to enter the earth.
Obviously, this one represents a new life, and it already represents that it is about to die, which can be regarded as a fit for the meaning of life and death.
It's just that the female Shura looked at it and sneered and said, "It's a waste of time" Obviously, he knew that it was useless to draw like this, and sure enough, as soon as the demon cultivator finished drawing, the picture he had just drawn on the paper immediately disappeared, and the pen in his hand also disappeared, reappearing next to it.
The demon cultivator was not angry and wanted to get it again, but he couldn't get close.
"I forgot to tell you, you can only try once a day, so you have to think about it and go again" The female cultivator added at this time, and the demon cultivator had no choice but to give up.
After a long time, the Demon Hall Master seemed to have some intention, and he stepped forward in a few steps, picked up a paintbrush and drew a dead wood on the paper.
On the dead wood, there are a few seeds that are crumbling, and the dead wood means death, and that kind of seed naturally represents new life, which is obviously better than the demon cultivation just now, and the experience is deeper, because this is actually the meaning of the avenue that already contains the cycle of life and death.
It's just that the demon hall master has just finished drawing, and the female Shura just disdainfully said: "Such a picture with a sense of Zen, that bald little monk doesn't know how much to draw in a year, it's useless." ” Sure enough, as soon as the female Shura finished speaking, the Demon Hall Master saw that the picture he had drawn disappeared in an instant, and the paintbrush in his hand also disappeared without a trace.
The Demon Hall Master was obviously a little unconvinced, but if it didn't work, it wouldn't work, so he could only turn around and come back and think about it again.
"Aren't you going to try it" The female cultivator asked at Lin Wei, but Lin Wei shook her head and said: "What the two of them painted has included life and death, but it still doesn't work, it's the same if I go now, it's better to think again, otherwise it will be in vain if I go." ” "You're self-aware," the nusra nodded.
Naturally, she didn't have any doubts, in fact she didn't think that the three newcomers could do any miracles, and in her opinion, the puzzle was almost unsolvable, and maybe there was no answer at all.
But this is clearly not the case.
After the female Shura left, Lin Wei stared at those eight words thoughtfully, in fact, the moment he saw these eight words, Lin Wei had already understood.
Because these eight characters have been written quite clearly, the focus is not on painting life and death, but on contemplating life and death.
Whether it is a newborn baby, an old man, or a dead wood seed, it is only the appearance of life and death, and what these eight words say is not to see, but to feel.
It's like someone saying that Du Kang's wine is famous all over the world, even if you haven't drunk it, you can say that the head is the Tao, but the taste can only be experienced when the real wine enters the throat.
Life and death are the same, people in the world think that they understand life and death, at least they know what life is, because they themselves are alive and have experienced it, but they may not be able to understand the truth after experiencing it.
Even if it's a Buddha, even if it's an immortal, even if it's a demon.
It's just that Lin Wei is different from them, Lin Wei has really experienced life and death, and in the previous life, Lin Wei first experienced death and then rebirth, allowing him to have an experience that others cannot have.
And from the moment Lin Wei was reborn, Lin Wei understood the way of life and death, just like light and darkness depend on each other, how to die if there is no life, and how to live if you don't die Immortals are immortal, but they are not immortal.
In short, everyone understands the truth, but it is one thing to understand, and it is another thing to experience it.
At the same time, the female Shura on the other side walked back, looked at the Yae Lotus who was merging the path, and then looked at the Jishan Daoist and the Jingjie monk who were protecting the Dharma next to her, and then sat down on the stone pier on the side.
"Comprehend life and death, it seems simple, but in fact it is as difficult as ascending to the sky, I once heard that there are Buddha monks sitting in meditation for three hundred years, the original thought of life and death of the reincarnation of Dafa, with the idea of experiencing the cycle of life and death, a thought, the vicissitudes of life, experience from life to death, taste the various states of life, if you can comprehend similar methods, maybe you can really solve the problem of Mr.
Bikong."
The quiet monk sighed at this time.
"Little monk, what is the use of these things you don't know this Dafa, it seems that we can only continue to be trapped here, perhaps, in a few hundred years, when the longevity of a few of us is exhausted and we are close to death, we can truly understand the mystery of life and death."
The female Shura muttered at this time, she reached out to support her chin, and sighed. has been trapped for hundreds of years, and a few of them don't have the idea of competing and competing before, as for the inheritance of the Dao of the Divine Painter, it is good to be able to get it, and if you can't get it, you won't force it.
On the contrary, they have been dependent on each other for a hundred years, but the four of them have a firm friendship, like family, just like at this moment, the eightfold lotus retreats and joins the way, and the three of them are protecting the Dharma on the side.
What inheritance is no longer important in their eyes.
There is no sun and moon in the place where they are, only the starry sky above their heads, and the aura is abundant, if they are not trapped, it is a good thing to stay here.
At this moment, the female Shura seemed to feel something, and when she looked up, the magic sword scholar with the mask over there actually made a move and walked towards the Xuantie Gate.
"Sure enough, I couldn't bear it, I wanted to try it, but I tried again, and the result was the same."
The female cultivator suddenly felt extremely bored at this moment, and she didn't bother to take a look.
The same is true of the Silent Monk and the old Jishan Dao, who do not believe that anyone can solve the puzzle that has plagued them for a hundred years.
As for the Demon Hall Master on the other side, he also smiled disdainfully as he watched the Demon Sword Scholar walk over and take down the suspended pen.
The next moment, I saw the magic sword scholar dip his pen in ink, and drew a few strokes on it, and suddenly, a strange change occurred, and I saw a golden light flash out, and then the closed dark iron door actually made a creaking sound and opened.
To be continued
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