My practice narration is weird

The underground palace collapsed.

Lian Chi's figure was in the mirror, and his eyes silently watched the dark underground palace collapse and disintegrate from top to bottom.

He could feel the breath of the main hall erupting, and he thought it was after a battle.

But the final result was that the breath that should have been suppressed left the underground palace at this moment.

Didn't the donor Ye stop it?

Or did the donor Ye release it?

Hey, why do I have such an idea, thinking that the blue-white demon was released?

Thinking of this, Lian Chi didn't know what he thought of, and hurriedly put his hands together in the mirror and chanted piously.

The underground palace collapsed, and the [man in the mirror] was buried with it, but finally merged into a long river of earth veins.

The world finally quieted down.

The underground palace collapsed, and everyone eventually left, except Lian Chi, who had no choice but to bury himself deep underground and go with the flow.

But it doesn't matter.

His mission is over.

Time passed bit by bit.

The chanting sound in the mirror was getting louder and louder.

But Lian Chi's originally kind and benevolent face became more and more complicated, until his forehead was covered with sweat and his expression was full of ferocity.

The chanting sound became more and more vague and confused, and in the end, it was impossible to tell whether he was talking nonsense or scriptures.

Until one day, the chanting stopped, Lian Chi bent his ten fingers and knocked them on the ground, his expression was ferocious and angry.

"What about me!"

He shouted a question or an answer.

How many years did Lian Chi live before he died?

One hundred years? Two hundred years? Three hundred years?

But he was eroded by the [Man in the Mirror], and through the secret consciousness, he merged into the weirdness and became this half-human, half-ghost existence for thousands of years, changing dynasties and flowing through time and space.

Lian Chi had forgotten how he smiled and spoke to his senior and junior brothers when he first set foot in the underground palace.

Everything in his life has become blurred with time, and his mind is only filled with the repetition of the lonely and long years in the underground palace.

No one can tell whether Lianchi is the one who controls the weirdness with human consciousness or the weirdness has human consciousness.

Lianchi himself can't tell.

But no matter how his consciousness is eroded, he has only one idea before, which is to suppress the blue-white demon. This is his mission.

It is also his obsession.

His destiny is to suppress this underground palace and prevent the blue-white demon from leaving.

But what about now?

If the blue-white demon is gone, what is the meaning of his existence?

If it is an ordinary person, when one goal is lost, the next goal will appear, which does not seem to be a problem.

But in Lianchi, everything has changed.

He is no longer separate from the weirdness, and he cannot transcend or be rescued. Even the boundary between life and death has become blurred in him.

Whether it is a human or a weirdness, but [The Man in the Mirror] is immortal, Lianchi is immortal.

Without the existence of the blue-white demon, without this fate to stick to, Lian Chi could no longer hold on to his mind.

Lian Chi felt that he was about to collapse.

He didn't want to collapse.

Unconsciously, the figure of the blue-white demon completely occupied his mind, and obsession spread in his heart.

As long as he thought of the demon, Lian Chi could calm down and recite the scriptures devoutly.

But when he remembered that he was Lian Chi, his face was hideous and painful.

His body twisted little by little, and his face gradually twitched and changed constantly as he thought in his heart.

In [The Man in the Mirror], Lian Chi was crazy, but there was a sober blue-white demon.

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Ye Wuyou looked at the "blue-white demon" in front of him indifferently.

The demon in front of him had a wonderful look, and even the posture of the demon Buddha was exactly the same, but this was still Lian Chi.

The demon transformed by Ye Wuyou had a very similar aura to the former demon, and even [Rebirth of Flesh and Blood] and [Adaptation] were on him.

Lian Chi couldn't tell the difference, but Ye Wuyou could.

But Ye Wuyou didn't need to provoke the other party. Whether the other party was Lian Chi or Qingbai Yaomo, he just needed to find someone who was conscious to help him leave.

He lifted the illusion and turned back into Ye Wuyou. At this moment, he stepped on the other party and said calmly.

"Can you send me away?"

Qingbai Yaomo smiled lightly and said devoutly.

"Donor, you have a state of mind without form. I will naturally help you with this request."

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly unconsciously and wanted to ask something, but in the end he didn't say anything, but he increased the strength of his feet a little.

"Donor, don't worry. We are destined to meet again. Can you take advantage of this short time to help me solve my doubts, which is better than me spending a long time later."

"If this doubt is solved, I will definitely help you leave."

Ye Wuyou shook his head and said.

"I can't answer the question that you haven't figured out for so long."

"No, the donor has the state of mind without form, and he will definitely be able to solve my doubts."

This sentence again...

Ye Wuyou wanted to ignore it, but thinking of the strange anomalies before, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the lotus pond, in the eyes of the blue and white demon Buddha, what is the state of mind without form?

"What is the state of mind without form?" Ye Wuyou said.

"I don't know."

The other party's answer was very straightforward. Ye Wuyou looked calm, just chuckled and asked back.

"Since you don't know, why do you say this to me?"

"Donor, the state of mind without form is the state of mind without form. There is no form and no state. How can such a thing be known? I know this, but I can only not know it now."

"You can't make it up, right?" Ye Wuyou said calmly.

"As for the formless state of mind, this poor monk can only say this. The donor can understand it on his own." Lianchi said slowly.

Ye Wuyou's educational level is not ideal.

So much so that even if one thousand minus seven is inexhaustible, it can be miscalculated, thus allowing Luo Qinghan to escape.

At the moment, Ye Wuyou, who was carrying the "phaseless state of mind" in Lianchi's mouth, his brain shut down for a moment, he tilted his head, then thought for a long time, and finally kicked Lianchi hard.

He no longer cares about the bullshit Wuxiangxin, but just signals to the other party with indifferent eyes.

Lianchi sat up slowly at this moment, kindness and tranquility appeared on his ferocious face, he put his hands together and nodded gently, and asked extremely politely.

"Donor, the poor monk slaughtered three thousand miles of blood in order to preserve Buddhism, but Buddhism did not understand and suppressed me underground. Now that thousands of years have passed, Buddhism has long been weakened in the world. Donor Ye thinks, did the poor monk make a mistake back then? "

Ye Wuyou took another look at the lotus pond.

These words completely put himself in the position of a demon.

In Lianchi's heart, and even in his cognition, he had completely turned into that monster.

Ye Wuyou lowered his eyes slightly, and at this moment, he completely regarded the other party as that monster.

"Don't you know the answer to this question yourself?" Ye Wuyou responded calmly.

We are still struggling with this issue after such a long time, so what is right and wrong?

The demon smiled slightly, bowed slightly to Ye Wuyou, and then spoke again.

"The poor monk believed that not enough people were killed at the beginning. Although people were afraid, they could still speak out in their hearts and criticized them verbally and writing. As a result, the general trend was overturned. In order to calm down the anger, Buddhism had to imprison the poor monk underground."

"But if the poor monk had insisted on his own wish, ignored the words of the world, ignored the advice of the abbot and the elders, and suppressed the world, the result would have been very different."

Really?

Ye Wuyou looked indifferent and listened quietly to the demon's lies.

From a consequentialist perspective, if the demon had done what he said, the outcome would have been different.

After they are all killed and there is no one left, of course there will be no objections.

If that was all, it would be difficult for Ye Wuyou to answer such a mentally retarded question, let alone solve the puzzle. It would simply pollute his own mind.

But the demon didn't care, he just looked pious and talked to himself.

"Does the donor think that this poor monk's move is too extreme? If he does this, although the world will be pure and blissful, there will be no more living creatures?"

"Donor, you are wrong." The green and white demon smiled softly, his expression was extremely excited, and his eyes were even brighter.

"The poor monk once met a great demon. He told me that after destruction, there is new life. Even if there are no more living creatures in the world, as the sun and the moon go by, there will eventually be existences like us, even if they are not called humans... …”

"At that time, the poor monk will have already achieved fruition and become a Buddha immediately. The poor monk will teach the new-born creatures again. By then, everyone will be kind and sincere, and there will be no disputes. The world will be a true pure land."

"Donor Ye, what do you think?"

Lianchi, who transformed into a demon, raised his eyes slightly at this moment, looking at Ye Wuyou with an extremely pious expression, and his clasped hands were trembling slightly.

Why tremble?

He wants to be affirmed.

He wanted to know whether this idea was right or wrong, yes or no...

It's ridiculous.

Everything that came out of the other party's mouth was extremely rebellious, like a demon who acted in extreme ways.

But the last sentence revealed the other party's sincere and long-cherished wish.

He truly wants to build a pure land of eternal bliss.

Ridiculous and inconsistent, sad and deplorable.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were still indifferent, but at this moment he couldn't help but stare at the other person for a few moments.

After all, it is Master Lianchi.

This divergent thought is stronger than that demon who only knows "kill, kill, kill."

It even emphasizes a closed loop of cause and effect.

But there is no pure land in this world.

The Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss and the Utopia of the World are all existences in people's beautiful imaginations, like utopias that only exist in fantasy.

Perhaps because of the piety in the other person's eyes at this moment, or perhaps because of the constant trembling of the other person's body and even his eyes at this moment, Ye Wuyou did not choose to tell him that this was just a false fantasy.

Thinking about this problem is fantasy in itself. In this case, there is no need to care about reality.

Ye Wuyou gently closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there was no sadness or joy, and there was a tranquility in his eyes that was different from the past.

"madness."

"Why? Donor, do you think this practice is unreasonable? It was taught by a poor monk himself, who personally guided the newly born people to do good..." Lianchi said hurriedly.

Ye Wuyou smiled, stretched out his hand, pointed at the demon's forehead, and tapped it lightly.

"If the human heart is as simple as you think, then why did you end up like this?"

"Buddha doesn't even have the ability to make people feel kind. Who do you think you are?"

Lianchi said nothing, but there was entanglement and struggle in his eyes.

His face also began to distort from that of a demon, revealing the crazy figure in the lotus pond.

"Then donor, what do you think should be done!" Lianchi yelled unwillingly.

"Use magical powers."

"Supernatural powers?"

"Instead of spending time teaching, it is better to use magical powers to plant ideological imprints in their minds early, so that they know that being kind in their hearts and helping each other are normal things like eating and drinking. And they will fight with each other and be hostile to each other. Discrimination is as disgusting as eating shit and drinking urine.”

"This..."

"Why? You're not asking me what to do if someone likes to eat shit? Or if you become a Buddha by then, you won't have this simple magical power?"

Ye Wuyou looked at Lianchi with a playful look in his eyes.

Lianchi was stunned for a long time, and finally cried and laughed with a trembling expression, muttering to himself in a low voice, but his words were unclear.

Ye Wuyou didn't like such ghosts and gods howling.

He just kicked the other party and said indifferently.

"Now, send me out."

But Lianchi didn't say anything, just lying on the ground thinking.

The figure that changed like a demon seemed to slowly dissipate at this moment, and turned back to the original old monk.

"Donor."

Lianchi spoke again, this time, the old monk's eyes were extremely calm, but under the calmness there was a hint of deep curiosity.

"I will send you away, but you have to answer a question for me."

"But I just answered you." Ye Wuyou frowned slightly.

"Your words have made me no longer crazy and regain consciousness. It was just the demon's confusion just now. Now, I am the one who is in trouble."

"This is your help to me. You changed the cause. I woke up. Now it is the result of your efforts." Lianchi said calmly.

Ye Wuyou looked at Lianchi and said nothing.

Lianchi said again.

"If you want to leave on your own, you can, but before [The Man in the Mirror] was not under my control, I could barely open a gap. Now if I don't want to, I can't leave even if I use all my strength."

Ye Wuyou smiled faintly.

"Are you threatening me?"

"I dare not."

Lianchi bowed his head and recited the scriptures, but it was obvious that he really didn't mean to let Ye Wuyou leave.

The huge bald head was in front of Ye Wuyou without any defense.

Ye Wuyou glanced at him, smiled, and signaled the other party.

After getting permission, Lianchi responded immediately.

"Donor, those questions just now were all for me to ask, but now, I want to ask for Ye."

"Ask me?"

"Donor, I noticed that you were confused about the formless mind. I don't know much about it and can't give a clear answer. Why don't I ask for you? First, it satisfies my curiosity, and second, it helps you to comprehend. Do you think it's okay?" Lian Chi said seriously.

His clenched fingers loosened slightly at this moment, and Ye Wuyou's eyes moved away from Lian Chi's bald head. After thinking for a moment, he said lightly.

"It's interesting, ask."

It's important to leave this place, but it's also important to understand yourself.

Lian Chi asked at this moment.

"Donor Ye, if you were put in the position of that demon Buddha, and the whole world destroyed Buddhism, this matter could not be reconciled. As a Buddhist, you have the power to suppress the world. Would you slaughter three thousand miles of blood, or rewrite something?"

Ye Wuyou's answer was very simple.

"It's none of my business."

"But Buddhism has been very kind to you. You also understand that Buddhism's situation is not caused by you. It is a completely unprovoked disaster..."

"If I am here, Buddhism will be here. If I am not here, Buddhism will not exist for me." Ye Wuyou said calmly.

Lianchi thought for a moment, with recognition in his eyes and some doubts.

He was still a little unsatisfied.

"Donor, the state of mind without form is indeed mysterious, but there is still something missing. I think this question may be a little far away for you. I will change it a little."

Lianchi bowed his head and spoke again, speaking casually.

"Donor Ye, if a mountain as high as the sky collapses, the left side of the mountain is your closest friend in this world but has no cultivation, and the right side of the mountain is the millions of civilians in this world. You can only decide the direction of the mountain collapse, but you cannot stop it."

"Let me ask, donor, which side will you let the mountain collapse to?"

Ye Wuyou thought for a while.

The ten fingers that had just been loosened were now gently pressed together again.

He raised his hand, raised his fist, and smiled casually at the bald head of Lianchi.

"Old bald donkey, if you can't understand Mahayana Buddhism, then I also know a little bit of boxing and kicking."