Start with the gods

Chapter 280

"What is Haotian, why do people believe in Haotian?"

"If you no longer believe in Haotian, what changes will it bring to mankind?"

As time passed, Ye Su stood there motionless like an old monk in meditation, but one question after another popped up in his mind, and he kept asking himself rhetorical questions.

Thinking of the depths, he couldn't help but slowly closed his eyes, completely immersed in thinking about the way ahead.

In this way, he stood on the stone beam for more than a month, and his clothes seemed to have accumulated a little dust. Just now, he let out a long breath of foul breath and slowly raised his eyelids.

Ye Su looked at the rock painting under his feet again with a complicated expression, his face was solemn, his eyes gradually became firm, as if he had made an important decision, and he slowly closed his eyes again.

The moment his eyelids were closed again, the aura around him began to surge, rising rapidly, reaching his peak state in just two or three breaths.

The vitality of heaven and earth in the belly of the mountain was also drawn, and it kept gathering towards his body, gradually forming an invisible vortex of vitality, circling around his side, and the space was twisted and changed by it.

The next moment, a muffled muffled sound came from his chest and abdomen, and his own breath seemed to break through some kind of shackle all of a sudden, and began to rise rapidly again.

Then a solitary chill that seemed to come from ancient times before countless kalpas erupted from his body, and the surrounding space was affected by it. Immediately, the vitality of the world lost all fluctuations and vitality, and became dead.

This is extinction, above the five realms.

Immediately afterwards, the chilling autumn air suddenly became cold, and the autumn wind in front of him suddenly froze into a thin snow that fell, and a door appeared indistinctly.

That is a passage hidden in the turbulent flow of heaven and earth's breath. It is a passage that can only be seen in the realm of no distance, and it is also above the five realms.

In a short time, two realms above the five realms appeared in the belly of the Mozong Mountain Gate, both of which came from Ye Su.

This Zhishou concept of walking in the world finally successfully crossed the natural barrier, and he also cultivated two kinds of miraculous realms in one fell swoop, becoming one of the few great practitioners in the world.

"It's time to do that."

After a long time, after fully adapting to the current state, Ye Su slowly opened his eyes, raised his eyebrows, glanced at the countless white bones lined up on the stone flat in front of him, and sighed slightly.

With a thought in his mind, the space passage appeared in front of him again, and then he stepped into the door with his right foot. His whole body suddenly became void, as if he had stepped through the void and left the Demon Sect Mountain Gate in a flash.

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Southeast, Lanke Temple.

The shadow of the Washan Buddha statue shrouds the entire foothills of the back mountain. There is a natural cave on the back mountain cliff. There is a square stone flat in front of the cave. A door is casually built with firewood and grass branches adjacent to the mountain path. The latch on the door is hidden. Rust, it can be seen that it is seldom opened at ordinary times, it is the place of meditation of Master Qishan.

At this time, it is the deep winter season. When the northern wilderness has been covered by heavy snow and all the vegetation has fallen into silence, the Washan Mountain in the southeast is still somewhat green, but the weather is relatively cold for ordinary people. .

In this season of previous years, because of the illness, even if he was staying in the cave, Master Qishan would have put on an extremely thick cotton coat and wrapped himself tightly, but even so, it was still difficult to avoid his death. The condition worsened.

However, this winter, things have changed. Master Qishan's body has miraculously recovered. The cold weather has hardly caused him much trouble, and the speed of improvement is still accelerating. There is no doubt that it will not take long for his body to fully recover.

The reason is that everything originated from the Buddhist classics that Guo Yu gave him.

Since getting them, Master Qishan has been studying them quietly. Not only has he gained a lot of new understanding and insights into Buddhism, but he has also made continuous progress in the way of practice. .

The Buddhist practice methods in the Zhuxian world greatly broadened his horizons, and they verified and complemented each other's previous practices. Gradually, he got rid of the shackles of traditional Buddhist practices in this world, and he felt vaguely like he was walking his own path.

Especially in the past few days, Master Qishan seemed to have entered a strange state. He was completely immersed in books, and even the human instinct of eating and drinking was completely forgotten.

He was sitting upright in front of the desk, with his eyes slightly fixed, holding the classics in his hands, reading with relish, his expression was sometimes puzzled, sometimes suddenly enlightened, and sometimes a satisfied smile slowly rose from the corner of his mouth, and so on.

Outside the room, rattan corridor.

Guan Hai leaned sideways on the stone chair, looked at the door of Master Qishan, and sighed softly. Although he knew that his master was in good health now, his non-drinking or eating for several days still made him worry. .

Even so, Guan Hai didn't dare to go in and disturb him rashly, because the faint aura coming from the room told him that Master Qishan's practice had reached a critical moment, so the only thing he could do now was to wait patiently.

Looking at the room for a while, Guan Hai sighed softly again, turned his eyes to look at the stone table beside him, on which there was a chessboard left by the Buddha, and at this moment there was a person in the chessboard world.

He shook his head slightly, uttered the Buddha's name in a low voice, let himself enter a state of meditation, put aside distracting thoughts in his mind, and then picked up the Buddhist scriptures beside the chessboard to study.

However, it didn't take long before he felt the vitality of the surrounding world changed, and there was a strange force of rules flowing in it, and it quickly gathered towards the room.

Surprised, his mind immediately withdrew from the classics, and when he looked up, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

I saw that the vine corridor he was in became as green as spring and summer, and the weeds and flowers that had withered already miraculously bloomed again, and the whole cave was full of vitality.

Immediately afterwards, pale golden lotus flowers sprang up one after another on the ground paved with bluestone, one after another, spreading all the way from the front of Master Qishan's door, and soon formed a sea of ​​golden lotus flowers, and then crossed the wooden door and headed towards the cave. The outside of the hut extends away.

Before he recovered from the shock, after two or three breaths, another vision appeared, and there were bursts of small Buddha voices in the room.

This sound of Buddha is very special. It is not the sound of people's daily speech, but the sound of Taoism from heaven and earth, which hits the depths of people's souls, making people understand the meaning immediately, just like Huang Zhong Dalu. It spread throughout the area of ​​Washan for more than ten miles.

At this moment, whether they were the monks at Lanke Temple or the common people near Washan, whether they were practitioners or not, they all heard the sound of the Buddha that continued to spread with the vitality of heaven and earth, making everyone's body and mind seem to be bathed in into the boundless Dharma.

(End of this chapter)