Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Just as Gongyilin was thinking about the way to escape, there was a deafening roar suddenly. Following the roar, the surrounding beasts retreated one after another, and everyone took a step back at the same time. A piece of the mountain with the face of the old man exploded directly.

A figure walked out of the rubble. His long hair was messy, his clothes were tattered, his eyes were bright, and he exuded an unspeakable aura.

In the puppet formation, the fairy puppet reached the pseudo fairyland, exuding a powerful aura, just now he entered the dragon burial formation by mistake, and the elegant scholar who helped him exuded a terrifying aura, and the old man who came out, he had no energy fluctuations around him, very calm , like a sealed lake, even if the wind blows, there will be no wrinkles.

"Tao is practice in the world. Buddha emphasizes detachment from the world and escape from the six realms of reincarnation. So what is the Buddha's way?" What is the meaning of Buddhism?"

Gong Yilin lowered his head, deep in thought.The Buddha has pure six sense organs, while the cultivator is more of the weak and the strong, fighting for chance and longevity, but the Tao is natural, and the Buddha is also natural, that is, the Buddha is the Tao. Thinking of this, he raised his head, stared at the eyes of the old man, and slowly Slowly said: "Mercy."

Quiet and peaceful, with the common people in mind, what the common people worship Buddha is the Buddha's compassion and fraternity.

Hearing this, the old man gave him a deep look, then shook his head, "Wrong."

The hearts of all those present jumped. Doesn't it mean that if the answer is wrong, it means that the inheritance assessment has failed, in other words, there is no doubt that they will die.

Although Gong Yilin was also a little panicked, the old man looked calm and didn't seem to want to make a move. There is still room for speculation.

Sure enough, the old man looked at him and said, "Although the answer is wrong, it is not useless. You still have one chance. If you answer wrong again, you will be lost forever."

Gong Yilin frowned, he was not wrong, the inheritance of the Immortal Holy Land was his chance, but judging from the current situation, it was a dead end.What is Buddha and what is the meaning of Buddhism and Taoism? Different people will have different opinions. Just like walking a certain distance, everyone will have different choices.How could he know the meaning of Buddhism and Taoism in the old man's heart?

As if seeing his thoughts, the old man said: "What is Buddhism and Taoism? If you don't experience it yourself, what you say is superficial. You have a chance to realize it. Whether you succeed or fail depends on how enlightened you are."

After finishing speaking, he waved his long sleeves, and the surrounding boulders and debris turned into white snow in an instant. There was no one around, only heavy snow fell on the surrounding withered tree trunks, and the chill was overwhelming.

As he walked forward step by step, snowflakes fell on his shoulders. Gong Yilin stretched out his hand, and snowflakes gradually fell on his palms, which felt a little clammy after melting.

"It's not an illusion." Gongyilin murmured.

Everything is extremely real.

There was a stabbing pain in his chest, Gong Yilin thought of something, and hurriedly opened his collar, a snow-white wing stretched out, and then a beautiful little head also struggled out, it spread its wings, and flew out of the place where it was imprisoned.There was a chill in Heidou's eyes.

Gongyilin coughed in embarrassment. Just when the old man raised his hand, he realized that he was a little short. Reflexively grabbed the little bird and stuffed it into his clothes. After all, in terms of combat power, no one can compare with the Kunpeng clan.With killing intent in his gaze, he silently took a step back.

After waiting for a long time, he still didn't feel the pain of being pecked at the bleeding hole. Gong Yilin let out a soft 'huh', wondering that this little bird didn't attack him.In the next moment, he suddenly realized something, and after running his whole body cultivation base, he found that the meridians seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't use the exercises at all.

As a monk, the first reaction is naturally panic.

But he quickly calmed down, reviewed everything carefully, and felt that the current situation might have something to do with the chance of enlightenment that the old man said.

Thinking of this, Gongyilin smiled at the little bird, stretched out his hand, and grabbed it with surprising difficulty.

After the little bird struggled to no avail, the black bean eyes were full of anger.

"Sure enough, your cultivation can't be used here."

He lowered his head and was about to peck the person with a weak smile in front of him, but the other party seemed to have anticipated its trajectory, pinched its soft neck, and quickly wrapped a rope around it a few times.

The mighty Kunpeng clan was tied to the belt of their trousers alive!

Gong Yilin let out a sigh of satisfaction, quite a sense of pleasure of revenge.

He looked around, squatted down, and his eyes fell on the messy horseshoe prints on the ground, "It seems that a group of people have just been here...the smell of blood."

Gongyilin's nose twitched. As a ghost cultivator, he is much more sensitive to the smell of blood than ordinary people.

"Would you like to take a look?" In the snow and ice, no one could respond, so he said to himself: "Anyway, I'm at a loss, why not try my luck."

Follow the smell of blood, all the way forward, until the whimpering wind completely blows away the last trace of blood smell in the air.

"There is a cave ahead." A voice came from my mind.

Dazed for a moment, Gong Yilin suddenly felt a little embarrassed, this little bird reminded him regardless of the past, thinking about it, he was going to untie it, but just as the belt loosened a little, the little bird jumped up and picked it up. The belt of the trousers flew high into the air.Gongyilin was about to catch up reflexively, and suddenly felt that his feet were floating, and then he remembered something that his cultivation was useless.

Facing the trouser belt that was thrown on the branch of a towering tree tens of feet high and fluttering in the wind, Gong Yilin wanted to cry but had no tears.

There was another violent gust of wind, and the waterfall-like long hair spread out. Gongyilin didn't retie his hair, as if he had discovered something, closed his eyes to sense, the little bird hesitated, and didn't bother him.

For a long, long time, until layers of snow piled up on his shoulders.

"The meridian is not completely blocked." Gong Yilin opened his eyes, which were dazzling white, "Re-pulse the meridian, and the cultivation base can be restored little by little."

But the speed is extremely slow, just recovering to the golden core stage does not know when it will be.

"This is like a small world. It doesn't matter if you restore your cultivation base. As long as you leave here, your cultivation base will naturally come back. The key is how to understand Buddhism."

"Go to the cave and have a look." The voice in his mind reminded him.

Gong Yilin spread out his hands, made a pitiful look, and said sincerely: "I was wrong. You see, I can't walk around with my clothes disheveled. It's not your eyes that are dirty."

The little bird stared at him for a long time, then flew to the top of the tree and threw down the waistband to return it to him, but a gust of wind blew by, rolled up the belt and flew to nowhere.

Gongyilin: ...

A corner of the clothes was incomplete, and the short sleeves were temporarily tied around the waist. According to the direction pointed by the little bird in front, under the dense dead branches and fallen leaves, the cave was covered.

Gongyilin didn't dare to be careless. After all, he has no cultivation base now, and a group of bandits may kill him. He immediately gestured to the little bird with his eyes, and the latter immediately hid in his wide sleeve robe. Fly out in an instant and quickly peck the enemy's eyes to win the chance of escape.

With calculations, one person and one bird were stunned at the same time. It was clear that no one had spoken for a moment, but they seemed to be able to completely guess the other person's mind.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Qinghe: Those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. It seems that they have been infected by this cunning.

Gongyilin: ...Could it be that this is the legendary "teaching of hearts".