The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

The three of them walked slowly and soon arrived in front of the small temple.

The surrounding temple gates were overgrown with weeds, the stone stairs were covered with moss marks, and there were no abandoned incense burners. Everything seemed so cold and distant.

But there was an old monk with patches all over his body. He was very old, with thin and white beard and hair. He was probably close to a hundred years old.

He was sitting on a wooden pillar in front of the door, holding a very old Buddhist scripture in his hands that looked like it would break at the touch of a touch.

He buried his head deeply and read through it carefully.

Even though Li Chuyi and others approached, they did not notice them and were still reading the scriptures carefully.

""Chenyan Sutra"" Bai Qing looked down and recognized the sutra that the other party was reading at a glance.

It was also at this time that the old monk realized what he was doing and looked up.

I saw a scholar in a white robe, a young man with four ears, and a young man in a black Taoist robe with a smile on his face.

"Donor, do you also read the Bible?"

The old monk stood up tremblingly, stretched out his skinny palm, made a Buddhist salute to the three of them, and then looked at Bai Qing alone.

"I've read some." Bai Qing nodded lightly.

"Then donor, can you help the old monk look at what this sentence means?"

The old monk picked up the Buddhist scripture on the wooden pier, carefully opened the page, and then pointed it to Bai Qing.

Li Chuyi looked over curiously and read it involuntarily.

"All sentient beings have come from beginningless time and have experienced continuous life and death. They all do so because they do not know the permanent true mind and the pure nature of the body, and use all kinds of delusional thoughts. This thought is not true, so there is reincarnation."

In an instant, he subconsciously raised his eyebrows and said, "All living beings have come from the beginningless time..."

He continued to recite, feeling more and more that this Buddhist sutra seemed to contain the truth of the world.

"Who wrote this Shurangama Sutra?"

Li Chuyi couldn't help but ask. He knew many monks, but he had never read any Buddhist classics.

"I don't know." Passerby A slowly shook his head.

"There are Buddhist schools in all the heavens and all the worlds, and their number is immeasurable. They put a line here and there, and slowly accumulated it, and it became a Buddhist scripture."

“As for who specifically wrote it, it’s impossible to determine.”

Passerby A thought for a while and then said: "Of course there is another way to say it."

"It was a sudden flash of inspiration in the minds of those monks, and they were able to glimpse the nature of the world for a moment, but they also found it incredible."

"Just leave a few words to remind those who come after you."

The two talked without hesitation, but the old monk turned a deaf ear and just expected Bai Qing to explain to him.

"Sorry, although I have read it, I don't understand its meaning." Bai Qing shook his head gently.

When the old monk heard this, he felt lost for a moment, but immediately returned to normal.

"Three donors, no one has passed by here for many years. It is fate that you can come. Let's have some fast food together."

The three of them followed the old monk into the small temple. The inside was also shabby, with only a clay Buddha statue the size of a human head, which looked very simple.

The so-called vegetarian food is just a few cassava roots, a kind of crop root.

However, no one disliked it, and they all ate deliciously.

"Three donors, do you think the world is infinite or does it have boundaries?"

The old monk put down the pot and pot and suddenly asked again.

"It should be infinite." Li Chuyi tried to answer.

The old monk nodded, "Actually, I think so too."

"Don't blame the three donors. The old monk has been alone in this deep mountain and forest for a long time. It is inevitable that he will think about things."

“So I always think, if it’s infinity, why is it infinity?”

Li Chuyi smiled and said: "Master, have you thought of the answer?"

Unexpectedly, the old monk nodded, "I thought of something."

Hearing this, Li Chuyi and the other two looked at each other a little bit.

"Master, what have you thought of?", he asked quickly.

"I'm thinking that things in the world have no appearance, and appearance comes from the heart. Things that can be seen are actually non-things, and things that can be felt are actually non-things."

The old monk said something inexplicable and wonderful. At this time, the autumn wind rose, bringing the endless fallen leaves from the mountains and rolling down, making a rustling sound.

"Autumn wind blows, leaves fall, everything withers, life is too late."

The old monk murmured and slowly raised his head. A fallen leaf slipped silently from his fingers and scattered on the ground.

"Master, what do you mean by what you just said?" Li Chuyi asked again.

"I wonder if everything in the world is unreal. We, and everything else, are illusory."

The old monk spoke slowly, but Li Chuyi and the others felt a chill in their ears.

The old temple on the barren mountain, the skinny old monk, and the other party's shocking remarks, everything makes people feel extremely frightened when they think about it.

"You mean, everything in the world, including us, is fake?"

Bai Qing still had a smile in his eyes: "I just specialize in fake cultivation, why didn't I know?"

The old monk really shook his head, "No, we all really exist."

At this moment, hearing such incompatible words, the three of them felt puzzled.

At this time, the old monk suddenly raised his head, a pair of turbid eyes showing a little shock.

He pointed, "Three donors, take a look, what are those?"

The three of them followed the sound and saw dancing stars falling all over the sky. Other than that, there was nothing.

"What did you see?" Li Chuyi asked immediately.

"Monk, my old eyes are dim and I seem to be seeing another infinite world."

"No, not one, but one after another, as if there is no end..."

After the old monk finished speaking, the next moment, his head dropped weakly, and his soul returned to the west.

The three of them looked at this scene and were speechless for a long time.

After a long time, Li Chuyi sighed. He thought of Xiao Ziqi, who was also like this when he died, which seemed a bit strange.

At the same time, he recalled the time when he was blessed and ascended to immortality, completely pushing open the door to his heart.

Many of his memories at that time were a bit vague. He only vaguely remembered that there seemed to be an infinite world behind that door.

"Li Chuyi, don't you have the True Spirit Great Grinding and the method of summoning spirits? Why don't you wake up this old monk's True Spirit later and ask carefully?" Passerby A suggested.

Bai Qing said from the side: "I don't think it's necessary."

"Many people will see strange things before they die, but if I ask them to give a specific explanation, they can't explain it."

"For the sake of the deceased, let him be buried in the grave. I am too lazy to disturb others."

When Li Chuyi heard this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Haha, I didn't realize that you are quite a nice person!"

Bai Qing looked back, her eyebrows, eyes, and corners of her mouth curved together, as if she was smiling broadly.

"How should I put it? I'm not too bad anyway."