Tiantan six

Yan Wang remembered that an immortal came here yesterday and told him that before the time came, Ding'an could not know the news of Fenglang's death. Now that Ding'an's foundation is not stable, knowing it may affect his cultivation.You can only know when you get the Immortal Physique.

King Yan smiled ashamedly and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid this matter won't go as you wished, because the heavenly secrets cannot be revealed, so the eminent monk has cultivated the immortal body for tens of thousands of years, and the immortal will tell him."

"I'm... bothering Your Highness."

After clasping his hands together in thanks, he turned and left.

Then he asked all the kings of hell in every state, and they all said the same thing. For the first time, Ding'an felt helpless in his heart.

Holding a magic staff, he stood on the desert and looked into the distance. He didn't want to go back, he wanted to keep searching, even if he heard a little news about that person!

He traveled all over the world again, walking through the filthy land of men and women, the bloody battlefield, the prosperous palace, the stench of mass burials, passing by all living beings, and seeing all kinds of people. Humanoid, but has never seen that fairy, even if he looks somewhat similar.

Ding'an was walking, and suddenly felt that his body seemed to be stagnant for a while, he was about to cultivate the body of a fairy, how could he feel so tired?

"God! Please tell me how to meet him! How!"

The vast and gloomy world only left him with echoes. No fairy answered him, and no fairy dared to tell him that his wisdom root opportunity is a rare genius in this world.

He wants to practice!It's time to get out of this dirty world!Stand above the blue sky!

Can't let feelings stop him, this kind of friendship is not worth his staying sad.

After 300 years of searching underground in the Ding'an world, the body is not tired, but the heart is tired. The real tiredness is when the spirit is down.

He looked disappointed, in a trance, and felt a sudden "buzz" in his ears. He fell to the ground and struggled for a while. If he couldn't struggle, he closed his eyes, calmed down, and slowly felt that he had strength, so he got up and continued walking. .

This time, he didn't want to search anymore, he wanted to go back to the small temple to rest, avoid the wind and sand, and avoid this world that didn't give him an answer.

"Where did the eminent monk come from?" A strange little monk opened the door and asked.

Ding'an couldn't help but wryly smiled, seeing that the small temple in front of him seemed to be getting older again, with a darker color.

"The poor monk came from this temple and wants to return."

The little monk was baffled, and asked again, "Dare to ask the eminent monk's Dharma name?"

"The poor monk's Dharma name is Venerable Mou Nishituo."

"Ah! The abbot once said that a hundred-year-old eminent monk came out of the temple. It has been more than 300 years since he left the temple to find someone and never returned. His Dharma name is exactly this! The eminent monk fast forward, and the young monk quickly returned to the abbot! "The little monk ran away excitedly.

Ding'an went directly to the main hall, knelt down in front of the clay Buddha statue, and said: "The disciple has not returned for more than 300 years, and he has not offered incense to the Buddha. It is the fault of the disciple. Please don't blame the Buddha."

Even though Ding'an knows the difference between the gods and Buddhas, he still maintains awe of the gods and Buddhas. In his heart, no matter the gods and Buddhas, as long as they know how to practice and want to be a good person, they are all worthy of respect and worship .

"Disciple must stop to see the abbot!"

A very old monk with a snow-white beard burst into tears and knelt behind Ding'an, and Ding'an quickly helped him up.

"You don't have to be so polite, I'm no longer the abbot."

"No. The abbot has achieved the fruit of his cultivation, and he has not aged for more than 400 years. It has been passed down from generation to generation by two generations of abbots. It is a lucky three lives to be able to see the real Buddha in my lifetime. This life is worth it!"

Ding'an was moved, and said: "Thank you for thinking about it, and not forgetting this old bone of the poor monk, otherwise the poor monk will have a hard time returning home!"

"Don't dare to forget, dare not forget." The old abbot was so old that his eyes were cloudy, his whole body trembled when he spoke, and his bones were a little stiff.

Ding'an knew that the old abbot's life was about to die, and he was about to pass away. He was touched that he could still remember himself at this age, and insisted on seeing him. several years of life.

Ding'an held his wrists with both hands. The old abbot felt warm and comfortable all over his body. He straightened up slowly, feeling that his limbs could be controlled, and he stopped trembling. He knelt down happily and said, "True Buddha! True Buddha! Thank you, True Buddha Let me get a new life, thank you!"

Ding'an pulled up the old abbot and said: "You don't need to thank me, the poor monk should thank you, and the poor monk wants to ask the abbot for a favor."

"Just open your mouth to the true Buddha, and I will wait for my disciples to do it!"

"Please paint me all over with gold lacquer, and set aside another meditation room, and seal me there, without offering incense, as long as no one disturbs me, I will pay for the gold lacquer."

"Why, why?" The monks couldn't understand what he said, and the old abbot thought it was unheard of.

"For more than 400 years, the poor monk has cultivated the body of a Bodhisattva and is close to an immortal. This body must be taken away and will not be cremated. These years of being away have made the poor monk exhausted. The poor monk just wants to go back to the original place to calm down and rest. For a while, but I don’t know when and what month this rest will last, please let the abbot complete it!”

The old abbot let out a long sigh: "Okay, okay, if the true Buddha insists on doing this, we'll just do it."

The next day, Ding'an sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and sealed the acupuncture points all over his body. After the consciousness disappeared, several monks picked up brushes and sealed him up with gold paint bit by bit. With tears on his face, he is afraid that until he dies, he will not understand why Ding'an did this.

After shielding his six senses and six senses, Ding'an felt that he had completely calmed down. He had lived for more than 400 years, and in his heart, apart from practicing, he was thinking about that immortal.

An immortal is like a teacher who teaches karma, he can reach today's cultivation base, it is all due to him, he doesn't even have the opportunity to thank him face to face, no one in heaven or earth can tell him where he is?How about it?

Searching and searching, in a trance, the time of more than 300 years has been so dim, it is suffocating!

He wants to be quiet, he wants to relax, he wants to numb himself in this way and use a long time to heal himself.If this goes on like this, the obsession will be deep in the bones, and all previous efforts will be wasted if he has a demon heart, and even the qualification to find him will disappear.

"Time, please clear up your doubts for the poor monk and end your pain!"

Before he knew it, he didn't know how long it had been, his fearful heart gradually settled down, his whole body relaxed and he forgot everything.

Slowly, slowly, the ignorance when I was a teenager, the sobriety when I grew up, and the joys and sorrows in the process have been left behind.

On the treetops, in front of the stone lion, the figure of the unknown immortal in the sky gradually faded into a white spot of light and disappeared quickly.

In the deep sleep, his consciousness calmed down, hate love, the emotions and desires have nothing to do with him, and now he just wants to rest.

He saw himself, slowly shrunk down to the shape of a baby, lying on the piles of corpses, rags shaking in the wind, he was so hungry that he closed his eyes tightly and cried, with a pair of slender and clean hands wanting to touch him, As soon as it touched his forehead, he retracted, and he saw the golden dark dragon pattern embroidered on the man's white cuffs.

An old monk came over, bent down and picked him up, wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve, and sighed: "Poor child! Don't cry! Don't cry!"

He saw that there was sadness hidden in the eyes of the immortal, and the place where it started was here, so he would forget it from the beginning and remember it at the end.

"wait for me."

Ding An slept for 2000 years, but he didn't know that there were only a few decades left in the world.

He did not see the scene of the death of the sun and the moon, the battle between immortals and demons, and the slaughter of thousands of troops and horses in the darkness of heaven and earth.

Fairy Yunchang descended to the world, stood above the blue sky, waved her sleeves lightly, turned her hands over her palms to destroy all creatures, buried them with the soil underneath, and waited for the recovery of the earth's resources, the rebirth of the sun and the moon, and the arrival of a new world.

Zhixu God of War protected him, and when he was fighting with demons, he was able to save him with a distracted wave and put him safely on the ground.

There are many high-level demons in the demon world who do not participate in the war. They have lived for a long time. Fighting and scrambling have become insignificant to them. It is best to live and live with everything in the universe.

They disdain to become immortals, and use their hard work to protect human beings. Isn't it ridiculous that monsters, ghosts, birds and animals know how to repay kindness, but humans don't?After becoming a demon, I found that all the cultivators were elm-headed and willing to sacrifice for others. After they couldn't reason, they simply ignored them.

Xiaotan is such a demon. She is dressed in white, with clear and deep eyebrows, and her appearance is neither coquettish nor charming, but she does not belong to the cold but compassionate appearance of a fairy. The pride and dignity in her bones are the result of tens of billions of years Created like this, no one dared to look directly into her eyes, for fear that she would see through her thoughts at a glance.

Neither a fairy nor a demon, on top of the two extremes, how smart and beautiful a demon who has obtained immortality should be.

She listened to the shock of moving mountains and changing waters in the world, her expression was cold, as if she had thought of something.

She opened her thin lips lightly, and said ruthlessly, "Human beings have fallen willingly, destroyed all resources, and pretended to be great. They don't know the heights of heaven and earth."

After hearing this, several high-ranking devils all sneered.

Xiaotan continued: "There are hundreds of millions of stars in the universe, there are worlds that can be seen by the naked eye, and there are worlds that cannot be seen by the naked eye. What you see is to remind human beings to cherish, and what you can't see is to remind people not to disrespect, to be in awe, to respect forever. All life in nature, because there are some things that people can't know about their existence. Just like state secrets, only high-ranking officials and ministers can know, and the common people below are not worthy of knowing. People just cross the border and burn themselves. !"

Tan Yuan rubbed the space between his brows, and said in a tired voice, "Even so, those Gods of War are willing to sacrifice. No matter what, people are the most blessed ones. We can't eat or kill them."

"It's okay, after a while, the sun and the moon will be reborn, and the humans in the new world will be reborn, and we will be busy again. It will be interesting to watch them reincarnate in birth and death."