high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 273 The Gate of Dao One

"When the Qi is calm, the wood is said to be peaceful, the fire is called brightening, the earth is called preparation, the metal is called calm, and the water is said to be peaceful."

On the lectern platform, a yellow-robed monk with his ears over his shoulders, his face auspicious, and a crown of seven treasures on his head, with his eyes closed or not, read a passage of scriptures.

Under the lectern, there are 36 futons. On each futon, there are monks explaining carefully, or dancing, showing madness, or frowning bitterly, puzzled.All kinds of faces are hard to describe.

At this moment, on the futon closest to the lectern, Bai Shu is sitting on it, closing his eyes and contemplating enlightenment.

The monk with the crown of seven treasures on his head is named Ran Zhong. The scriptures he narrated are the secret techniques of refining the five internal organs into five gods and defending the primordial spirit.

With the chanting of the scriptures, large clusters of flowers are born, brilliant and magnificent, accompanied by endless mysteries and principles, and the Zen sound is clear, shaking the direction of the void.

Bai Shu sat on the futon at the top, and because he was closest to the lectern, he got more chances.

About [-]% of the big flowers falling down the lectern platform were forcibly absorbed into the body by Baishu running the Chilong Heart Sutra, and refined one by one.

Only the remaining 35% was too much to eat, so it floated slowly behind, and was scrambled for refining by another [-] monks on the futon.

These clusters of big flowers are the Dao fruit of Ran Zhong, a fifth-level monk, and they are scattered and scattered. It is a rare opportunity!

Cultivating one way is like rowing a boat against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat!

Because of this, there is no room for concessions!

On the futon, Bai Shu's body was shining brilliantly from the inside to the outside, the large clusters of flowers were refined in his body, and he actually emitted a long Zen sound, cleansing all directions, making his body and mind clear.

The heart belongs to fire, the lungs belong to metal, the spleen and stomach belong to earth, the liver and gallbladder belong to wood, and the kidneys belong to water.

With the refinement of Tuantuan Dahua, the five internal organs of Atractylodes macrocephala are naturally formed, and various abnormal phenomena are also produced.

Stepping on two snakes, the god of fire with fierce appearance, the god of gold with piercing golden eyes and carrying double swords on his back, the god of earth as thick as a mountain, holding a big mountain in his hands, the god of wood with a hunched back and hanging beryl on his waist, and the black robe of soap, A water god with a face as dark as ink.

The God of the Five Elements only manifested in the five internal organs at first, but as the time of the lectures went on, step by step, it also spread out of the body!

The five gods of the Five Elements are either blowing wind and drums, or blowing flames and fire, with a myriad of phenomena. They reflect the closed eyes of Atractylodes on the futon in a celestial posture, full of demeanor.

He is like a sacred oven in the heavens, refining all forms and forms in the world, roasting Yuan Qi, boiling Daoxu, life essence is like a sea like a tide, and the pressure of life released naturally makes many people unbearable , broke through the clouds of thirty miles, and approached the sky!

On the lectern, Ran Zhong, who was wearing a crown of seven treasures on his head, caught a glimpse of this scene and patted his big belly lightly.

In fact, this scene is hard to ignore.

Water, fire, earth, gold, wood... the five elements radiate turbulently, sometimes scorching hot, sometimes icy cold, and there are various earth pulses, and the vitality of vegetation is endless.

Bai Shu sat cross-legged, completely unmoved, but the few futons a little closer to him, some monks couldn't stand it anymore, and quietly moved themselves away.

Then Zhong lazily looked at the monks listening to the lecture with different expressions, noncommittal, and then his eyes stayed on the diamond-born Buddha Xuandi for a short moment.

Ran Zhong suddenly smiled slightly, his mood was inexplicable.

It is a good thing to have disputes!

In a sect holy place, it is definitely not a good thing for disciples to quarrel to the point where they are at odds with each other, but it is also not a good thing if harmony makes money and you give in to each other.

As for Bai Shu, who was sitting cross-legged and breathing, his body did not move, and he was completely unaware of the thoughts of the monks outside.

Ever since that day in the Sutra Pavilion, when he saw another or another self on the throne of the world.

All Bai Shu's thoughts were devoted to cultivation.

However, it is rare for Zhong Zhong to teach the Dharma once, and today, he does not hesitate to divide the Dao and fruit to help others.

Faced with this scene, Bai Shu would naturally not be polite.

With the refinement of Tuantuan Dahua, he felt that the five internal organs in his body were getting tougher, and the bones were clanging, like the fierce and generous music on the battlefield, extracting the essence from the essence and extracting the quintessence from the essence.

He is gradually transforming, the five internal organs are combined with the five elements, and the pulse of the heaven and the earth are one, and he understands the ultimate way of heaven and man!

What's even more amazing is that in Ran Zhong's scriptures, Bai Shu faintly sensed a portal.

It is a grand and majestic portal composed of countless dim lights, it is ten thousand, and it is also one.

This is—the door of Taoism!

The scriptures on the portal are extremely clear, yet extremely difficult, like inborn ancient lines, engraved with various methods.

Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things...

The third stage of King Kong is to restrain "ten thousand" and achieve "one".

During the process of practicing Zen, Bai Shu tried to bombard the gate with his primordial spirit, but no matter whether it was Wuxiangyin or Naluojia's Spear, his two strongest attack methods, he couldn't penetrate Daoyi's gate.

But it is obvious that he is not far away from opening the door of Taoism and advancing to the third stage of King Kong.

This trip to King Kong Temple really benefited Bai Shu a lot!

When Bai Shu was fully immersed in the wonderland of meditation, a few zhang away, on the rest of the futon, someone was transmitting voices with spiritual thoughts.

"Why?!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness temporarily built by the monks, a fair-faced and handsome monk roared again and again, yelling wildly:

"This Xuming is just a monk from Fengshan Temple, a mere three hundred monasteries! What is the point?! In terms of seniority, I am far superior to him, and in terms of cultivation, he is no more than equal to me! Why do abbots and elders, Love him and respect him?!"

"He is a vajra face of the first rank, not to mention, how old is Xu Ming, and how old are you?"

A thick-browed monk shook his head and warned, "Wuxing, you've lost your mind!"

"Auspicious?" Another monk with a shining talisman between his brows sneered again and again, and scolded:

"Cultivation is a matter of fighting, a big fight! Otherwise, I will stay in Sanbai Temple and finish my cultivation. Why bother to come to this Vajra Temple?"

"This……"

The thick-browed monk was originally dull, and when he was refuted, he was even more at a loss for words.

He glanced hastily, and saw that in this sea of ​​consciousness, except for Bai Shu, the other 35 monks all came here with their spiritual thoughts.

"We are Buddhist disciples after all, Wuxing, Wuqing...I...ah!"

The thick-browed monk was about to say something, but seeing half of the monks staring at him coldly, he covered his face and let out a long sigh, and didn't speak again.

"Little master."

Seeing the chatterers, they finally closed their mouths, and the monk Wu Qing, who had a talisman shining between his brows, let out a laugh, then turned around respectfully, and saluted the Xuandi who was born as a diamond.

Xuan Di worshiped Abbot Ziguan as his teacher, and his seniority was surprisingly high.

Today's Xuandi is already a monk of the "Ran" generation, and his Dharma name is Randi.

"Little master, we want to ask that Xuming for advice."

Wu Qing bowed his head respectfully and said:

"I don't know what my little master thinks?"

(End of this chapter)