high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 194 is the wind

"I would like to become a stone bridge..."

In the brain, a low voice spread through, carrying an old and stale breath.

Like the dull and drowsy halo in the cabin seen from a distance through the spray on a wet and rainy night.

The corners of Bai Shu's eyes twitched violently, he raised his head tremblingly, and in the distance, the sound of Sun Wuxiang and Mei Zhiwen's conversation could be heard.

"What stone bridge?" In the distance, Sun Wuxiang was still confused.

"Listen to me." Mei Zhiwen glared at him angrily: "This trick is all-around good!"

Mei Zhiwen took a deep breath and said softly:

"I would like to turn into a stone bridge and be exposed to 500 years of wind, 500 years of sun, and 500 years of rain."

He cleared his throat and said the last sentence slowly.

"Just ask her to pass by the bridge."

I would like to become a stone bridge...

In the brain, the low voice sounded again.

500 years of wind, 500 years of sun, 500 years of rain...

Bai Shu heard himself speak softly, his eyes were blurred, he vaguely saw a monk in white standing amidst the smoke and fire.

The monk in white clasped his hands together and moved his lips slightly.

I would like to become a stone bridge...

He turned his face, but his face was blank.

Bai Shu tried his best to hold his forehead with his hands, sweat rolled down little by little, and the expression on his face suddenly became ferocious, changing and distorted.

Countless souls or physical bodies, those old memories that have been buried for a long time are surging, persistent and ferocious, like small bamboo shoots emerging from the ground.

Those thorny memories broke through the ground one after another, growing frantically and savagely.

Hey!

monk!

Monk, you are such a stupid ass!

monk?

Softly, the sound like glutinous rice cake spread gently, and the tip of the nose smelled a faint fragrance, wisp, wisp...

"Monk, do you like me?"

Finally, someone timidly asked in my mind.

Bang! ! !

Those things exploded with a bang, finally Bai Shu couldn't hold back, and let out a painful cry from his throat

His body was trembling, and he almost fell headfirst from the sky. Beads of sweat slipped from his temples, soaking his shirt.

In Huaqing Palace, the middle-aged monk on the futon raised his eyes. He was watching this scene with neither sadness nor joy on his face.

Between Bai Shu's eyebrows, another golden lotus suddenly appeared, which was similar to the previous meeting with Xie Fanjing.

It is looming between the eyebrows, accompanied by faint water light, curling, misty like mist, rising from the surface of the golden lotus, ethereal and uncertain.

The middle-aged monk slightly raised his hand and made a seal with one hand.

He used a trick to cover up the golden lotus between Bai Shu's eyebrows.

He looked at the little Taoist priest in white with a face like gold paper, and shook his head mockingly.

""Nine Numeral Yuanlian", this magical power was taught to you by me personally. Ignorance, you are so afraid, don't you want me to find your reincarnation?"

The middle-aged monk sighed and closed his eyes again.

Outside the Huaqing Palace, Bai Shu forcibly suppressed the excruciating pain. He covered the center of his brows, where there seemed to be a pair of giant hands that were about to tear his head apart.

"Mr. Shen?"

Although the strange appearance on his face was short-lived, he couldn't hide it from the crowd.

The handsome girl in the yellow shirt drove the streamer and flew up to him, followed by a group of nervous Aquarium monks.

"Shen Zhenjun?" Mei Zhiwen asked curiously, "Did Zhenjun have a medical condition?"

"After the battle with Chen Jizi, the injury hasn't healed yet." Sweat broke out on the corner of Baishu's forehead, and he forced a smile: "Thank you, Brother Mei, it's a small injury, it's okay."

In my mind, countless fuzzy memories are rushing into the primordial spirit, and for a while, even the Niwan Palace feels a bit swollen.

He shook his head lightly, and the images in his memory surged up chaotically, making the vision blurry for a moment, making it difficult to tell whether it was true or false.

"Goodbye."

Bai Shu cupped his hands, hastily raised his escape light, and flew away from the spot.

"Brother Wuxiang..."

Looking at the figure in the twilight, the white conch girl at the side hesitated:

"Don't we care?"

"There is a lord sitting in Huaqing Palace." Sun Wuxiang shook his head: "Since he didn't say anything, we don't need to make trouble."

I am an outstanding member of the younger generation in the water ape clan, not only myself, but also my companions who guard the palace together, most of them have their own backgrounds, and their backgrounds are good.

But even if their family is like this, they were still summoned by the Dragon Lord to guard and escort the lord in the palace.

Its status, I'm afraid it is beyond imagination.

Since the lord in the palace didn't say anything, why should I fight to be the first, I'm afraid it will make me unhappy.

"I would like to become a stone bridge."

Sun Wuxiang turned his head and saw Mei Zhiwen staring at Bai Shu's leaving figure, and repeated his voice with a strange expression.

It seems that Shen Zhenjun's strange behavior started with these words.

"No way, these words are so lethal to men? Why didn't I know before?"

Mei Zhiwen thought for a while silently in his heart, and suddenly his eyes lit up, startling Sun Wuxiang who had just approached.

"I would like to become a stone bridge..."

He stared at the bewildered Sun Wuxiang, speaking affectionately, and spoke softly every word.

Change!Change!Let me change his mother!

Sun Wuxiang: "Huh?"

The tall man felt a chill in his heart, he scratched his head, not daring to meet Mei Zhiwen's burning eyes.

The premonition unique to the water ape clan is frantically warning in Niwan Palace.

Unusual, Sun Wuxiang was inexplicably scared.

He looked around and saw the white conch girl standing beside her, her little face full of doubts.

Sun Wuxiang took three steps and made two steps, and quickly hid behind the beautiful woman, only daring to reveal half of his huge head.

"Old Mei, I regard you as a good brother."

Sun Wuxiang said sincerely: "Don't look at me like this, it feels weird."

……

……

……

In the twilight, Bai Shu firmly held the space between his eyebrows.

After returning to the quiet room, he staggered and pushed open the door, and before he could open the restraint, the overwhelming pain was like a tidal wave, engulfing him frantically.

Everything in front of him blurred instantly, and once again, he fell into the boundless darkness.

When Bai Shu opened his eyes again, everything in front of him had quietly changed its appearance.

It is no longer a gorgeous quiet room decorated with brocade smoked cages, full sleeves of heavenly fragrance, illuminated by various crystal lamps, and decorated with coral hooks. What is in front of you is a Buddhist hall.

In the majestic Bayeux Palace, cigarettes are lingering, and the clay sculptures of monks and Vajras silently shrink their figures in the fog.

On the lotus pedestal headed by him, an old monk with a dark golden complexion and a solemn treasure turned a string of bodhi beads. lion.

Under his seat, all the monks are chanting in low voice, and the Zen sounds are endless.

"It's him?!" Bai Shu understood the moment he saw the old monk on the lotus seat.

His complexion is dark golden, his treasure is solemn, and there are countless clusters of light around his body, with ancient scriptures circling all over the sky, like a majestic and mighty arhat.

Abbot of King Kong Temple!Lord of Southern Zen!

As early as when he entered Fengshan Temple, Bai Shu had seen the spirit of this great arhat in the drawing.

His complexion is dark and golden, and he practiced the "Tuojiaxiang", and he proved the golden body of Arhat with immeasurable power and virtue.

The Arhat Golden Body and the Longevity Golden Body, one is Buddhism and the other is Taoism, but they are indistinguishable from each other, and they are both the supreme treasure in the world.

The old palace owner of Nanhua Palace, that powerful figure at the end of Song Dynasty, practiced the "Pure Taoism" of Nanhua Palace, and thus achieved the golden body of longevity, which is incomparable in the limelight.

At that time, he could even compete with Wang Qiuyi without being killed.

The abbot of the King Kong Temple repaired the Arhat Gold behind him, which shocked the world for a while.

There were rumors in Jiejing Mountain that if it wasn't for the fact that his lifespan was approaching and his potential had been exhausted, this old abbot would even be able to spy on the elegance of the three realms of martial arts.

Since he entered Buddhism, he has never seen the abbot of King Kong Temple with his own eyes.

Unexpectedly, here, he actually witnessed the master of the Southern Zen School.

Golden lotus, the golden lotus on the brow...

Once again, he saw a different scene.

When Bai Shu looked around blankly, a voice suddenly sounded in Bayeux Palace.

"Ignorance." The white-browed old monk above raised his eyes and called out suddenly.

As soon as the sound of the scriptures was answered, the lotus seat was lowered, and a monk in white stood up proudly, with a happy expression.

Bai Shu's expression was shocked, he suddenly turned his head and looked eagerly at the monk in white.

The wind raised the bright yellow gauze curtain, and the long mantle full of scriptures fluttered. He watched the tall and jade-clothed monk clasping his hands together and saluting, with a magnificent demeanor.

But no matter how hard I tried, like last time, I still couldn't see that face clearly.

"The disciple is here." He heard the white-clothed monk answer with a smile.

"Your trip this time, traveling to the three kingdoms of the world, has greatly enhanced the reputation of my Vajra Temple."

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, he raised his old eyes, looked at the young monk in white in front of him, and smiled as well.

"Du Shaozhi from the Confucianism Sect, Li Yuanxi from the Great Devil's Grave, Xuanxuanzi from the Nanhua Palace, Yu Deng from the Qingshen Temple, Lianhua Daoist was suppressed by you in Qishan Mountain, and Qingli Lord from the monster tribe opened the Tongjiang Water Mansion to kiss you." Welcome three hundred miles."

The words of the old monk are full of praise:

"What's even more rare is that you have also been impressed by the Northern Zen sect's Landa Temple. It is rumored that Monk Cizai intends to join forces after his heart was broken by you three times?"

confluence……

North-South confluence...

After the old monk said these words, all the monks under the lotus seat became short of breath.

The confluence of the north and the south is the deepest wish in the bottom of my heart, whether it is for the southern Zen or the northern Zen.

In the Middle Ages, there used to be Leiyin Temple, which governed the world's large and small Buddhist veins, and unified its aura.

However, with the collapse of the Middle Ages, the Daleiyin Temple was also divided into two factions due to conflicts of spirit and doctrine.

One group moved to the northern country and established a sect, which is called the Landa Temple.

The other faction stayed in the southern border, which is called King Kong Temple.

Since Leiyin Temple was divided into two factions, the dispute between King Kong Temple and Landa Temple has never stopped for thousands of years.

As the dispute deepened, blood feuds gradually became involved, and each other gradually developed into a life-and-death relationship.

did not expect……

"After discussing Zen with Master Cizai, according to the teacher's words, I used the eight dragons to trap the top and bottom of the Landa Temple for three days and nights."

Bai Shu heard the young monk's voice:

"As for whether or not to merge, Master Cizai only said that he should think about it for a while, but he didn't give the little monk permission."

"Should have killed them!"

Just as the monk in white was about to continue speaking, someone interrupted him coldly.

The middle-aged monk had a dull face and a cold expression, with a murderous look on his face.

Guanghui...

Bai Shu looked at the middle-aged monk who spoke in a cold voice, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

"In my opinion, you are too benevolent for a woman! Buddhist disciples not only have the low eyebrows of Bodhisattvas, but also have the angry eyes of Vajra!"

With a gloomy face, Guanghui reprimanded sharply:

"If you kill them in Beiwei, what's the use of talking about the confluence of the north and the south? The Buddhist veins have long been unified!"

"disciple……"

"Okay." The old monk shook his head and continued:

"In short, this trip, you have greatly enhanced the reputation of my Southern Zen sect. I have something for you."

He got up from the lotus seat at the top, and walked down the altar slowly, with a peaceful expression.

As the old monk stood up, all the monks under the lotus seat stood up in awe, and parted ways for him.

"Wait until the north and the south converge, and it will be 30 years later."

The old monk raised high the arm of the monk in white and roared like a lion, the sound shook the clouds.

"Ignorance, become the suzerain of the Buddha veins!"

All the monks were stunned for a moment, and they all praised in unison. Under the operation of mana, for a while, in the Bayeux Palace, flowers fell from the sky and golden lotuses sprung from the ground.

The white-clothed monk in the middle is set off like a saint coming to the world, like a Buddha descending into the world.

"It's good to pick up the spring scenery from the branches."

When Bayeux Palace was bustling, Guanghui said something suddenly with a cold face.

The white-clothed monk was slightly taken aback, but still replied respectfully:

"I don't know that spring is in the basket."

"Why?"

"Don't ask outside."

"It's good that you understand." Guang Hui sneered, pushed open the door of the palace, and walked away.

Bai Shu watched this scene in silence, thoughtful.

The tide-like incense mist is enveloping the entire Lecture Hall, and the figures wearing various monk robes are gradually fading in the incense mist. The majestic and majestic Buddha hymns are faintly transmitted, and the mist diffuses over the knees of the Buddha statues. In the end, even the Buddha statues were only faintly visible.

Indistinctly, the surrounded monks in white were turning their heads, and his eyes fell on him.

It was clearly an illusion or a memory, but instinctively, Bai Shu felt that he was being watched.

His eyes went dark for an instant, and when he came back to his senses, the scene changed again. Everything in front of him was no longer the solemn and solemn Bayeux Palace of Buddhism.

There are no monks, no Buddha statues, and no incense and mist.

The sky in late winter is dim, although it is daytime, it is no different from nighttime, and a snow scene spreads out in front of my eyes.

The wind and snow are rumbling, and the flying snow like viburnum is swarming, like poplar flowers in the sky at the end of spring. From a distance, there are scattered lights at the foot of the mountain, and everything is silent, only the sound of the wind flowing through the ears.

A few steps in front of the snow field, Bai Shu saw a young girl, she looked up blankly, as if she was waiting for someone.

"In the "Platform Sutra" in my previous life, I saw such a sentence."

Behind him, there was a low voice. The monk in white walked across the snowy field. He stared at the girl and spoke softly.

"Sometimes the wind blows and the flag moves. One monk said the wind moved, and the other monk said the flag moved. There were endless discussions."

And the Sixth Patriarch Huineng said, it is not the wind that moves, nor the flags that move, but the heart of a benevolent person. "

"If I'm not tempted, maybe... she won't die either." The monk in white raised his eyes and smiled bitterly:

"The wind blows the flag, the wind blows the flag, is it the wind or the flag?"

"you……"

Bai Shu was taken aback for a moment, then his expression changed drastically: "Can you see me?!"

"Who are you? Who am I? What is our relationship? Ignorance?!"

Reincarnated?Are those in the previous life a fantasy, or are they real?

He jumped forward in ecstasy, but he went straight through the body of the monk in white, as if nothing had happened.

"Ignorance, Iron Egg, Atractylodes."

The voice of the monk in white came from behind him, and he turned his head. The fog on the monk's face was all gone at this moment, and it was his own face.

"I am you..." He saw himself speaking softly.

　Two in one

　　

　

(End of this chapter)