Fantasy: Storytelling Covers the Sky, the Saint Falls in Love

"Becoming a Buddha does not necessarily mean one is a true Buddha, and becoming a demon does not necessarily mean one is not a Buddha...."

Zen Master Wu Ding sat there, seemingly lost in deep thought.

After a moment of silence, he looked at the reflection in the teacup in front of him, and suddenly the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he shook his head and sighed:

"Hahaha, three hundred years have passed, and everything is just a passing cloud. What is there to let go of?

Everything is just a fuss.

Yes, if it is only the Purple Mansion realm, there is no chance anyway.

The thoughts are clear, the thoughts are clear, the old man...It's time to let it go."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand, picked up the teacup, and walked out.

When he reached an open space, he turned around and looked at the inn not far behind him, and then poured out the tea in his hand.

In a blink of an eye, the tea turned into a turbulent stream, and the condensation outlined a door.

From the outside of the door, it was like a barrier, and you could glimpse the scene on the other side.

Master Wu Ding walked in, and there was no trace of him here anymore.

But one sentence was heard by Leng Hanchan in the inn:

""Han Chan, I have something to do, so I can't stay by your side. You must be careful these days before I come back.

If you find any trace of the evil spirit, don't act rashly.

I have left an incarnation beside you, who can use my full might to attack you. When necessary, activate it directly without reservation."

This voice was from Master Wuding, who used the method of transmitting sound through spiritual consciousness. The voice was faint, and when Leng Han Chan came to her senses, she could no longer sense any energy from Master Wuding.

She was slightly stunned, and for a moment, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes: Master Wuding had been guarding her since she was a child.

This time he left was the first time in more than ten years.

But she only had this expression for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, her expression was slightly excited.

It turned out that before, Elder Wuding had been blocking and hindering her in every way, unwilling to let herself get close to Han Lian. Now that the other party had something to leave, it could be said that... The sky is high and the emperor is far away.

Now, if I go to look for Mr. Han, there should be no problem, right?

Thinking of this, she immediately became energetic, walked to the window and looked out, her eyes full of expectation.

But looking at the people coming and going, she hesitated for a moment. Although she wanted to move, she didn't know what to do.

At this time, Zen Master Wu Ding appeared on a snowy plateau in a flash.

He stood on the top of the mountain and looked down, with an inexplicable Zen rhythm flowing through his body.

Looking down at the snow-capped mountains below, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Although dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, but if I don't transcend the tribulation here, it will still be difficult for me to achieve enlightenment.

Perhaps, my nirvana is not the nirvana body I imagined in my mind, but the one that is like a Buddha but not a Buddha, and like a demon but not a demon....

As for what is Buddha, what is the difference between Buddha and devil?...Who cares?"

After he finished speaking, he casually threw the string of Zen beads in his hand. The beads that were originally in a string scattered instantly, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into the size of millstones and fell heavily.

Once the noise was heard, the snow mountain under his feet began to tremble, and in the blink of an eye, a large avalanche was triggered.

The heavy snow fell like an angry dragon, which was extremely spectacular.

When the snow fell to the bottom of the valley, the traces of a ruined sect buried under the snow were revealed.

Master Wuding looked at this scene, a little reminiscence flashed in his eyes, and then he put his hands together and fell down.

"Fellow disciples, Master, Grand Master, Dingxue has figured it out now. Some things should be let go.

If it weren't for this time when I was protecting Xiao Nannan and met a strange man, Dingxue would probably still be unable to get out of this.

But Dingxue still can't figure it out.

Although this person has shown me the way, what kind of person is this person, what kind of sect is this person, with my eyesight, it is difficult to see now.

And Han Chan seems to be trapped in it, how exactly is it, I don't know..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a purple palace flew out of his body, and with a light tap of his finger, it turned into a Zen bead.

The twenty-four Zen beads rotated and connected to form a large formation. An inexplicable aura came, making his entire aura become ethereal.

Above the sky, rolling thunderstorms came in an instant, brewing, and the entire snowy mountain was covered......

"Tons Tons...call..."

After Han Lian left the teahouse, he returned to his guest room. After drinking a pot of herbal tea in one breath, his mood finally calmed down.

Thinking of the conversation he had just had with the Zen Master Wuding, he began to feel fortunate that he had met the current Zen Master Wuding.

Otherwise, he might not be able to keep the forbidden weapon in his hand.

He also combined what he knew about the story of the Zen Master Wuding, made a little inference, and then fooled the other party, but he didn't expect it to work.

The reason why he said this is simple: in this world, there is Zen Buddhism, and there are already methods of meditation, and even"Amitabha".

But here, Buddhism has not yet been born!

So the Buddha that Han Lian is talking about now is a strange truth, and once it is said, it will naturally have some effect.

Although even if Han Lian does not enter this book, there may be Buddhas in the future.

But this Buddha is not that Buddha. Not only can he not save all sentient beings, but he can also make all sentient beings suffer....

As for why...Now he can neither think nor speak...

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

Yes, the reason why the other party came to test him was because of what he said about Leng Hanchan a few days ago.

I can only blame myself for being quick-witted and wanting to maintain my image as a master. I never thought that Leng Hanchan would come to ask me. I just don't know what the scene will be like when we meet again.

Now that I think about it, it's really......A bit embarrassing......

The Zen Master Wu Ding came to test him, but it was just an episode in his ordinary life. For the remaining days, Han

Lian stayed in the inn to practice except for going out for breakfast.

���There was no change except that there were more and more points.

In the blink of an eye, time came to three days later.

Han Lian went up to the teahouse platform as usual. Someone with sharp eyes spotted him and couldn't help but shouting

"Mr. Han is here!"

"Really? Mr. Han is here? This is the fourth time today."

"It's really Mr. Han. In the past three days, I have read Mr. Han's storytelling countless times. Look, I've read it to pieces."

"..."

When everyone saw Han Lian, they all spoke up to express their joy.

Han Lian smiled slightly, opened his jade folding fan, and pressed it down gently.

Everyone understood what he meant and quickly shut up, their expressions full of expectation. Han Lian looked around, paused slightly, closed his folding fan, and clapped his hands:

"The book continues from the previous chapter: Nine dragons pull the coffin out of the crocodile's mouth, the ancient road in the starry sky leads to the Big Dipper, the fairy palace is seen in the ancient forbidden land, and the beauty grows old in the blink of an eye."