Good news, the elder is gone

Thunder and lightning flashed, the sky seemed to fall down, the whole mountain was dark, there was no bird song or wind, the passage of time seemed to stop here, and Nianshu, who was counting down the time, had forgotten that he had just counted down A few days later, there seemed to be only the sound of lightning and thunder remaining between heaven and earth.

The scorched body was already numb and unable to feel the pain, the hand that turned the prayer beads stopped, and even the voice in the body was quiet for a long time, sitting here, Nianshu felt that he was dying, but at the same time felt that he was being reborn.

Another thunder struck, and the little Nascent Soul in the dantian who was born in the Golden Core Hualian suddenly opened his eyes, and collided with Nian Shu's inner-looking body.

The body suddenly became lighter, and the original heaviness and pain disappeared in a flash, and his eyes were pulled high and far away. When Nianshu came back to his senses, he was already standing next to his scorched body.

The thunder had stopped, but the dark clouds in the sky had not dissipated and shrouded the head. There was a silence between the sky and the earth. Nianshu was a little confused for a while, but when he looked at himself, he found that he was completely naked.

At this moment, Nianshu's mind was blank for a moment because of his inappropriateness, and he subconsciously covered his key parts, looking around for fear of being seen by Xue Wangliu.

But he didn't see the master at a glance, but saw a lot of himself.

Many hand-twisted golden lotuses were enveloped by lightning.

Together with that scorched body, they lined up in order of age, the one closest to him was the most immature and thin, and his cultivation was no more than Qi refining.

Nianshu looked at the pained expression on his face and the tattered robe on his body, and recalled that when he crossed the foundation thunder calamity, it was like meditating and sleeping. With the protection of the master's magic weapon and formation, he just I tasted the sweetness of Lei Jie's body tempering, but I didn't suffer from it, and my body was not as thin as it was when I built my foundation...

He realized in an instant that it was not him.

In other words, this is not Nianshu, this is my past, this is the end.

Looking at it again, the faces of those themselves have also undergone some changes. It is no longer Nianshu's face, but gradually turned into another compassionate image with thick eyebrows and high nose.

And the child closest to him looked even thinner, Nianshu couldn't help frowning, folded his hands together and sighed Amitabha.

He couldn't bear it in his heart, he walked towards the child, wanting to reduce the power of the thunder disaster for him, but when he walked in front of the child, the lightning flash disappeared.

The flat ground in front of the cave where it was originally located has also become a small Buddhist temple, with pines, cypresses and blue stone slabs. Nianshu even smelled the musty smell that can only be found in dilapidated temples.

The cultivation of qi refining changed to foundation building, the child opened his eyes and smiled, but the joy calmed down after a moment.He stood up and took off the clothes on his body, and with his trembling hands, he changed into another monk's robe that didn't fit well and even the sleeves were frayed.

The yard was quiet, no one came to congratulate and greet, let alone care.

Nianshu inexplicably felt a pain in his heart, remembering that after he established his foundation in Fanzhou, his master praised him again and again, and even took him to the beach for two days to celebrate the small matter of foundation establishment.

To be happy for myself, I set up a magic weapon for myself, and even took myself to lie on the boat, and slowly and leisurely extended the time as the sea waves swayed.

But the self 2000 years ago was alone, in front of this ancient blue lamp Buddha, one person was slightly joyful and then the other was quiet, using the broom and rag in his hand to slowly clean up the traces left by the thunder calamity just now.

Lei Ming was obviously very loud, but no one seemed to hear him.

"Amitabha..." Nianshu recited a Buddha's name, but the little monk who was sweeping stopped and looked at him, looked at him with a smile, and he raised his palms and said softly, "Amitabha."

Fragments of light and shadow flooded into his mind, and Nianshu's expression was blank for a while, but he quickly returned to his senses, and the expression on his face became more serene.

When he was a child, Liao Liao was already standing still with a broom, and the time frame was fixed at the moment he was sweeping. The sun fell on him, and there seemed to be a faint smile on his face, but if you look carefully, you can't see that he is smiling.

Nianshu put aside the memories he had just obtained in his mind for a while, and stood for a while in this Zen courtyard where he had lived for a long time, before turning around and walking along the path under his feet to his other self who was meditating ahead.

After passing through the moon gate, the meditation room disappeared, and the bluestone slabs under the feet turned into thick withered leaves, and there was a rustling sound when stepping on them, and the whole body was surrounded by tall trees.Nianshu paused, and found that she had a thin white underclothes on her originally naked body.

He paused for a moment and didn't know why this happened. After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't figure it out, so he didn't think about it any more. He still walked towards himself who was sitting on the wooden pier.

This time the thunder tribulation was stronger than before, but the person in the thunder and lightning was not much stronger than the previous one, but the childishness between his eyebrows was a little less childish, and his stature was a little taller.

Nianshu walked quickly to his side, and the thunder and lightning stopped immediately.He breathed a sigh of relief, watching himself stand up slowly from the wooden pier, take out new clothes from the storage bag and put them on.

But this time the monk robe that he took out was brand new and fit him very well. Nian Shu stared at it for a moment, and suddenly there was a soft applause from behind.

He looked back, and he didn't know when there were a few well-dressed old monks standing behind him, looking at him with a compassionate smile.

For a while, the world spun, and the pictures in his mind increased again.

An old monk at the head waved at him, but Nianshu didn't move, but the person standing beside him walked over.

He clasped his hands together and bowed to several old monks. The old monks nodded and smiled, and one of them said softly, "Good boy, what's your name?"

The child opened his mouth to speak but did not make a sound, the old monk asked again, the child still had no sound, the old monk asked again, repeated this cycle several times, Nian Shu closed his eyes and said for him: "I am an orphan without a name, The masters in the courtyard call me Shitou on weekdays."

The old monk asked again: "Then what kind of name do you want?"

Nianshu said slowly: "Name? I haven't thought about it, it's the same for everything, it's just calling me."

"Good." The old monk headed by a look of relief, put his hand on the child's head and gently touched it, and said in a gentle voice: "He was born with a Buddha bone and has his own wisdom roots. I am a disciple of the Bodhi Sect of listening to music. You Let’s call it.”

As soon as the sound fell, the screen froze again.Everyone had smiles on their faces, only Nianshu and the child didn't smile. After Nianshu knew the name, he couldn't laugh because of the pain and loneliness of his life.

But the self back then didn't know what would happen in the future, he was confused and at a loss, and couldn't even laugh.

He continued to walk along the road under his feet, bypassing a tree stump, and stepped on the bluestone slab again, but now there were shoes and socks on his bare feet.

The red courtyard wall, the smell of incense in the nose is particularly strong. Nianshu stood in the Zen courtyard of the Bodhi Sect of Lingyin, and looked at himself sitting cross-legged on the stone lotus pedestal. A golden ring scar.

There was the faint sound of monks praying, but he was still the only one in the yard.Nianshu walked over quickly, seeing the flickering thunder, he felt that it was not as powerful as the thunder calamity he had conceived a few days ago.

He stood in front of the stone lotus pedestal, and the golden core instantly became a Buddha and the cultivator opened his eyes. The two looked at each other for a moment, and the picture of the vicissitudes of life spanned thousands of years and was presented to him.

Nianshu closed his eyes and opened them again, the person on the stone lotus seat in front of him had disappeared.

There was a sound of congratulations, Nianshu turned his head slightly to look, and saw that he was standing among a group of Buddhist cultivators to receive their congratulations. Although these congratulations did not sound very sincere, but the expression on his face was clear. Still smiling.

This seemed to be the first time someone came to congratulate him after he crossed the catastrophe. Nianshu lowered his eyes and recalled those memories, sighed and didn't want to look again, and continued to move forward before the screen stopped.

From getting out of the body to transforming into a god, the thunder calamity is getting bigger and bigger, and more and more people have waited for the catastrophe and congratulations. Nianshu got two more memories. He also put on a monk's robe and The golden thread cassock has nothing to do with the initial nakedness.

He walked out of the cliff at his feet, and stood on the square in the center of the Bodhi Sect of Lingyin. His head sank, and there was a crown of five Buddhas.

The thunder tribulation in the crossing tribulation period completely tore apart the gloomy sky, making it too bright for people to look directly at.The square is surrounded by Buddhist monks who are quietly meditating and waiting for the end of the thunder disaster. In the center is a high platform covered by lightning, on which a golden lotus seat can be seen faintly.

Nianshu walked slowly to the high platform, from the small monastery in the mountain temple that no one visited to the golden seated altar admired by thousands of people in the Bodhi Sect of Lingyin, he walked for nearly a thousand years, but it seemed that he only took a moment.

He couldn't help but think, this step has been years.

Walking on the steps, Nianshu caught a glimpse of the monks who were praying from the corner of his eyes. Everyone seemed to be devout and sincere, but they closed their eyes and never looked at the Buddha seat on the high platform.For a moment, he wondered what the person sitting on it was thinking at this moment.

When he looked down at the audience full of Buddhist monks, would he think of the small Zen monastery in the past?

Nianshu asked in his heart, but he had already reached the last step. He slowly raised his feet and stood in front of the Buddhist altar. The thunder suddenly stopped and the electric light dissipated, but there was no one on the lotus seat of the Buddhist altar in front of him.

"The person is gone..." Nian Shu murmured looking at the golden lotus seat in front of him.

The monks in the audience still had their eyes closed, they didn't notice that the thunderstorm had stopped, and their venerable was gone, they just silently prayed for their venerable.

Every face looks so strange, everyone looks so pious, but Nian Shu understands in his heart that all these are just appearances.

He looked down at those Buddhist practitioners, but he also looked at himself.Wearing a golden cassock and wearing a five-treasure crown on his head, he looks very grand.At this moment, Nianshu suddenly understood something.

A smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he took another step towards the Golden Lotus Buddha Seat.

The person on the lotus seat is not missing, it is me who is there, and I have been standing here all the time, and the crown and robes I got along the way are just for this time.

Nianshu sat down slowly on the Golden Lotus Buddha Platform, twirled the Golden Lotus and called out the Buddha's name, and the whole square suddenly became lively.

The Buddhist monks finally realized that the thunder calamity was over, and their venerable was sitting there waiting for their congratulations. For a while, the sound of the Buddha’s trumpets kept sobbing, and the flowers and golden papers prepared in advance were raised and fell. The Buddhist monks walked up Congratulations from Gaotai.

But Nianshu watched them coming, but found that every face was very strange. He lowered his eyes and seemed to understand what he would be thinking when he sat here.

Surrounded by him, he walked down the high platform, and the Buddhist cultivators who were close to him were holding golden treasures to show their status, holding fragrant melons and fruits, and colorful prayer flags were floating in the air.

Nianshu looked up, only to find that the originally gloomy sky had brightened.

This time the picture didn't freeze, Nianshu was surrounded by warm people all the way walking on the sunny road, but every time he took a step forward, some people around him disappeared, and in the end only Nianshu was left.

He took another step forward, and the cassock and crown on his body began to disappear, until he reached the end of the road and returned to the open space in front of the cave, regaining his initial nakedness.

As it goes, so it will come.

He hasn't changed, but his original scorched body has recovered, and he is looking at himself with open eyes, and said with a smile: "I'm back."

Nianshu walked towards him, sat cross-legged in front of him, and said softly, "I'm back."

The two sat looking at each other speechlessly. They were silent for a long time, and finally said softly: "I didn't expect you to sit on that Buddha seat so simply in the end."

Nianshu lowered his eyes and smiled: "Isn't this exactly what you expected? This memory illusion design is just to let me admit myself."

"Amitabha, I just hope you accept this fact as soon as possible." Liao said slowly, "There is no other meaning."

Nianshu said softly, "I know."

"Life is born crying, and death is quiet, just like you go from quiet to lively, but finally return to quiet." Liao said softly, "The glory and glory of the world disappear like clouds and smoke in the end, are you sorry?"

Nian Shu shook his head: "Most of the people who surround me don't know me, so how can I cherish my heartlessness?"

Looking at him, he smiled again: "I know what you want to say, but you and I both know it well, even if thousands of people leave me, he won't."

As soon as the voice fell, the place suddenly shook, and Nianshu sat on the crumbling cliff and smiled at himself opposite him: "He has been in a hurry for so long, it's time to go out."

The illusion was shattered by Nianshu, and the real him finally opened his eyes, only to see a flash of white light, and the last thunderbolt struck, and after the explosion, the world returned to silence.

He saw a hundred meters around him scorched black, and a pale green figure came towards him, with anxiety and worry all over his face, all the uneasiness in his heart was soothed by just one glance.

Nianshu watched Xue Wangliu walking in front of him, as if he didn't dare to touch him, he took the initiative to stand up on his knees, the scorched black patches on his body peeled off to reveal the intact skin underneath.

He held Xue Wangliu's hand, slowly pressed it against his chest, smiled and said warmly: "Master, Nianshu is fine."

The author says:

Nian Shu: I can see through what you are going to do at a glance.

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Unfortunately, the switch I bought was taxed, ladies, go to pay the tax in the afternoon, and take a leave tomorrow to not update.

Thank you for the fish food of Jiujiuchi and Anmian Festival*3