Cultivate Wujian and Raise a White Dragon

Before Wu Boli could finish his sentence, all the memories about Master Randeng came to light in his mind, and he recalled them all in an instant.

Master Ran Deng was originally from the Central Plains. His life is unknown. He traveled west to Tianzhu many years ago. He was inspired by Buddhism. Daily practice.

The prince Sita came here especially, begging Master Ran Deng to accept him as an apprentice, but Ran Deng refused politely in every possible way, so he had to accept him as the only disciple and taught him patiently.

This should have been a good story.

However, Prince Sita was intelligent by nature and stubborn, and devoted himself to compiling scriptures and unifying Buddhism.Gradually, he stopped restraining his doubts about Ran Deng's Dharma, and he was even more dissatisfied with Master Ran Deng's inclusive "compromise" concept.

Ran Deng avoids again and again, there is no way to avoid it, and he can only fight.

In the end, Master Randeng was slightly better, and Prince Sita was so angry that he left in a huff.

The master of the lamp was disheartened, and he sealed the memory of the monks about the lamp, intending to leave the Western Regions.

Prince Sita was too obsessed with his memory to be sealed. He realized that Ran Deng was about to leave, and wept bitterly to persuade him to stay, but he did not admit his mistake and still forced Ran Deng to agree with his Dharma.

Burn the lamp, ignore it, don't look, don't listen, don't stay.

Prince Sita had no choice but to kneel down step by step and send the lamp to the border of Tianzhu.

Master Randeng, under the pseudonym Bu Qingyun, returned to the east alone, wandering around the Central Plains, and has never been heard from since.It was not until Wu Boli approached him that he agreed to return to Tianzhu with Wu Boli.

Wu Boli originally thought that the meeting between their master and apprentice would turn hostility into friendship, but according to what the adults said, his trip back to Tianzhu this time was a fatal situation.

Wu Boli asked in a daze, "Why did Master do this?"

Bu Qingyun just looked at him, the answer was there, but Wu Boli couldn't believe it.

"I do not believe."

The master would not harm adults in order to become a Buddha, Wu Boli's blank eyes finally came back, he looked at Bu Qingyun fixedly, and repeated: "I don't believe it."

But Bu Qingyun was not angry, and said calmly: "I know you don't believe it now."

I don't believe it right now.

The implication is that Wu Boli will believe in him in the future.Moreover, the adults seem to know all kinds of things that will happen in the future, that is to say, the future self has already believed, and may even take action.In other words, I have actually betrayed my master.

this!Wu Boli was more afraid of this idea than Master's plan to assassinate adults.

Eager to find the reason, he suddenly grasped a thought and hurriedly asked: "You said that you have fallen into the endless hell, and you seem to have experienced all kinds of things here. How is this possible?"

The verse says, one flower one world, one leaf one Tathagata.One Buddha country in three thousand worlds, one Buddhist statue transforms three thousand worlds, there are Buddhas everywhere in three times and ten directions, the number is as numerous as river sand, so countless worlds have been transformed.Past life and future life, cyclical cause and effect, whether you are here or there, why is it impossible?

Bu Qingyun looked at him and didn't speak, but he had already answered everything.

Wu Boli felt ashamed, his mind was shaken, and he had to restrain his thoughts and meditate, swallowing half of the blood gushing up his throat.

When he regained his composure, Bu Qingyun had already been walking far ahead, and Wu Boli hurried to follow, frowning and meditating silently.

Wu Boli didn't want to believe it, but Bu Qingyun understood.

Many, many years ago, when he was still a real mortal, he did not want to believe that the second brother killed the eldest brother, nor did he want to believe that the second brother really wanted to kill himself.

A glass of poisoned wine was lucky to survive, but a torture left him dead without a whole body. In the end, he had to believe it if he didn't believe it.

It's not that he is so scheming that he can't see through the open and secret struggle between his father and brother, but he knows everything, but he still stubbornly settles down in a corner, untainted by any power, and wants to stay out of it and keep his heart.

In fact, born in an emperor's family, he didn't leave much room for father and son from the very beginning. He was out of time. He only remembered that his second brother accompanied him to pick herbs when he was a child, and he didn't want to remember that his second brother threatened him with innocent people to surrender.

The second elder brother is a good emperor, good at checking and balancing, has the ability to control his subordinates, and works hard to govern.After Bu Qingyun returned to the Central Plains, through the history books, the second brother's posthumous title was "Cheng", and he was a highly praised ruler of success.

The past and the past fall into the pen and ink of historians, and in a few sentences, the whole life is written.

The people's hearts repeat between the lines, so there is no need to repeat them, there will be great books and speculations by future generations.

The moment he closed the bamboo slips, he let go of his past, let go of the past, and even let go of himself, ready to meet his final destiny.

It happened to meet a little white dragon who was wandering in the sky, and everything was messed up.

Bu Qingyun held the lotus flower that Wu Boli had protected all the way with spiritual energy, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and with a flip of his wrist, he shattered the flower in his palm with spiritual energy, and flew away with the wind, returning to the world.

"Namo Amitabha"

Three days later.Yanghua Town. !

The day before yesterday, Bailong came with an apple, as if nothing had happened, he hid his body, lay on Bu Qingyun's shoulder, and watched Bu Qingyun and Wu Boli, two monks, chant sutras in the mourning hall.

It was the oldest old man in the previous village. He was [-] years old. He walked in his sleep. The old man walked peacefully. According to the custom, it is extremely auspicious to celebrate and mourn. Except for the relatives, everyone is still a little bit reluctant. Everyone is happy of.When Bu Qingyun and Wu Boli passed by, the villagers immediately joined in and invited the two masters to the mourning hall to recite scriptures and save lives.

Bailong got dizzy listening to their chanting, so he ran out halfway, curled up in a tree, and listened to the stories told by the adults with the village children. Full of anger.

When he got the money and walked out of the village, Bailong turned into a human and followed them all the way. He was still unhappy, and said to Bu Qingyun: "You people are really bad."

Bu Qingyun laughed and asked, "How do you say that?"

Lou Jia fell from Xu Xian to Fa Hai, in short, there was something wrong everywhere, Bu Qingyun not only listened patiently, but also echoed it, really lacking his own opinion.

After all, Wu Boli still has the self-esteem of a human being, and he has the heart to speak for others, but he remembers that he ran away in anger because of the white snake last time, and now he is in a situation where there are many clues, so he finally kept silent .

Today, Lou Jia went too far.

They were resting outside an inn called Xiaoyao Inn. The storyteller in the hall said that the six-hundred banners in "Fengshen" were about to rise, and he was very happy: "The leader of Tongtian was even more angry, and set up a banner on Zizhi Cliff." , the name is Liuhun Banner, everyone, don’t underestimate the Liuhun Banner, this is not the killing soul banner obtained by Jiejiao disciple Yu Hua from a side door. The Liuhun Banner is a great magic weapon that is much more powerful than the killing soul banner. There are six tails, on which the name of the opponent is written, and sooner or later, the seal is used, and when the day of worship is over, the flag is shaken, and the life of the person can be killed..."

A series of magic weapon explanations made Lou Jia lie on the window, yelling that he was bored.

Wu Boli, who had a strange expression since he entered Yanghua Town, seemed to have seen a ghost.

Lai was so arrogant while listening to books in vain at the window, the three of them were quickly sent away by the waiter politely.

Thirty days later.Qiling Pass.

"Selling longan~fresh longan~big and sweet longan~~"

"Bold!" Lou Jia was furious, "Who dares to sell my eyes!"

People came and went on the pass, men, women and children heard the young man's roar, and there were pitiful smiles on their faces. What a handsome young man, it's a pity that he is a fool.

!

The poor monk Bu Qingyun took out copper coins, bought ten longan from the porter with a bad complexion, picked one, peeled half of the shell, and handed it to Lou Jia: "This is longan, also called longan."

The backbone Lou Jia stretched out his hand and slapped it. If Bu Qingyun hadn't dodged in time, this precious little fruit would have fallen to the ground.

Bu Qingyun pushed it to him again, and said softly: "Try it, it's delicious. Don't bite the shell."

Lou Jia was skeptical, took the small fruit that dared to call his eyes, swallowed it, and his eyes lit up.

"More."

Bu Qingyun peeled off the remaining nine longans one by one and handed them over. Lou Jia took small bites at first, but then he put them into his mouth in one bite.

They fed one by one, as if there was no one else around, and in the eyes of passers-by, they became a benevolent scene of "a kind monk taking care of a little fool".

It was only then that Lou Jia noticed the pale-faced Wu Boli.

"Maybe it's too hot."

When Bu Qingyun talked about the weather, Lou Jia looked at the scorching sun and then at the yellow sand outside the pass, frowned in worry, and complained: "If it weren't for you, I should be catching fish at the bottom of the sea now, where would I be?" There is no room for a drop of this water."

"It will take five days to cross Qiling Pass," Bu Qingyun suggested, "You might as well go back to the bottom of the sea to play, and then go out, the sky and the earth are full of yellow sand, and there is nothing to see."

Lou Jia licked his mouth, he really didn't like the hot sand area with flying sand and rocks, but he didn't want to appear to be running away, so he rolled his eyes and smiled at Bu Qingyun: "Then you have to be careful, I will go to the bottom of the sea to catch fish to fill my stomach, and then find Longan picks fruit for you to eat."

Of course Bu Qingyun agreed.

Just as he had justified his behavior, Lou Jia accompanied them into the hot sand area with "great mercy", and Hualong ran away while there was no one around.

Wu Boli couldn't hold on any longer.

Regardless of the fact that the sand under his feet could burn people, he knelt down in front of Bu Qingyun and said in tears:

"My lord, where are you now?"

Bu Qingyun turned his palm and wrapped the lotus print in his palm, and formed a seal with the other hand, forming a golden mist around the two of them.

"Since you are awake, why don't you open your eyes and take a look."

Wu Boli propped up his body tremblingly, slowly raised his head, and opened his eyes.

blood.

It's all blood.