Qiankun Storyteller

Chapter 169 The Truth
Su Wen and the two walked straight to the White Dragon Temple on the mountain.

Actually it doesn't make much sense.

Magic array, magic array, the focus is on a magic word.

You are in an illusion, if you walk, you are also an illusion, and if you don't, you are also an illusion.

Everything you see is deceiving your eyes. You think you are walking forward, but you are actually walking backward. You think you are leaning to the left, but you are actually leaning to the right. You think it is a mountain, but in reality but the sea...

Therefore, there was no point in Su Wen walking towards the White Dragon Temple, because he was doomed not to reach the real White Dragon Temple, and everything in front of him was illusory.

But Su Wen didn't care, he went up the mountain in a leisurely manner, and then came to the White Dragon Temple.

Bailong Temple Bailong Temple, as always, is very peaceful, and you can even see a sweeping monk in front of the temple.

These monks turned a blind eye to Su Wen's arrival, and Su Wen didn't do anything to them, and walked straight to the Longhua Tree Garden behind the Daxiong Hall.

"My Longhua method has three sessions!"

"At the end of the future kalpa, Maitreya will be under the Longhua tree to achieve the Buddha fruit of great righteousness and great enlightenment!"

"At that time, Maitreya will become the Daxiong World Honored One, and he will preach three times under the Longhua tree. If you are destined, you can achieve the right result!"

"Sakyamuni, the Tathagata World Honored One!"

"Maitreya's teaching, the dragon flower blooms!"

"Amitabha, if I hear..."

Before entering the garden, I listened to the Sanskrit sound and chanted mightily, which is the law of Longhua and the theory of the three sessions.

Su Wen's expression remained unchanged, with the white snake at his side, the two walked into the Longhua Garden hand in hand.

In the garden, under the Longhua tree, a group of novice monks were sitting on the ground, listening to the old monk with white eyebrows in the center.

The old monk with white eyebrows is very kind, sitting under the dragon flower tree, he has a hazy Buddha's light on his body, which is a sacred scene.

Su Wen and the two stepped forward, ignoring the group of monks sitting on the ground listening to the Dharma, until they came to the old monk with white eyebrows.

"donor."

The white-browed old monk was not surprised, he sat on the ground and nodded to Su Wen, his expression was calm, and his words were calm: "The poor monk has been waiting here for a long time!"

"is it?"

Su Wen also crossed his legs, sat facing the old monk, and said, "Your Excellency is here only for Su Wen?"

"The benefactor is a person with great understanding, and he has a predestined relationship with me, Longhua Fa!"

The old monk Long Xiang smiled lightly, as if he didn't care that the person in front of him had just destroyed his White Dragon Temple, and said: "Back then, the benefactor came here without his real body, and he couldn't bear the mystery of my Buddhism. Now, the real body of the benefactor is here, may I Listen to the poor monk talk about the law of Longhua?"

"What's the point of pretending to be a ghost?"

Su Wen shook his head, he didn't care about the overt and covert threats, and said softly, "Why don't I come and talk to Your Excellency about something else?"

"Oh?"

Long Xiang raised his eyebrows, surprised but not surprised, and asked: "What is the Master Shi talking about with the poor monk?"

"As far as your Excellency is concerned."

Su Wen smiled, and then looked around: "There is still this illusion, this illusion!"

"Whether it's true or not, whether it's real or not, it's nothing but appearances!"

"Everything in the world is false, all true, all empty, all form, all me, form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."

Long Xiang clasped his palms together and recited, "Why should the benefactor be persistent?"

"True is true, false is false!"

Su Wen's expression remained unchanged, and his words were calm: "Could it be that you can turn black and white upside down with a few pretending nonsense, right and wrong?"

Long Xiang shook his head and sighed again: "The benefactor is persistent!"

"It's your guilty conscience!"

Su Wen didn't care, and continued: "Let's talk about the illusion first."

"..."

Long looked at him, his eyes gradually narrowed, and then he calmed down: "What is the donor's opinion?"

"Pretty clever!"

Su Wen was not stingy, and said directly: "It seems to be true but not true, and what seems false is not false. Such an illusion is extraordinary."

"Maybe from the beginning to the end, there is no distinction between true and false, true is also false, and false is also true!"

Long Xiang smiled and said, "The benefactor thinks it's true, so why is it that it's not true in the eyes of others?"

"Ah……"

Su Wen shook his head, said with a light smile, "Deceiving yourself and others will only increase your laughing stock!"

"Um……"

Long Xiang's eyes froze, and he returned to normal: "Why did the benefactor say that?"

"Your Excellency is well aware."

Su Wen looked calm, looked around, and then looked at the old monk Long Xiang: "You have not practiced Buddhism, such as the Three Meetings of Longhua, and the Righteousness and Enlightenment, all are illusory, all false, just like this illusion, all are You faked it."

"..."

Looking at Su Wen, Long Xiang was silent for a while, and then chuckled: "The benefactor is so confident?"

Su Wen was noncommittal, but said: "Such a brilliant illusion cannot be achieved by ordinary practitioners, not to mention that the Bailong Temple in Bailong Mountain has been cleaned up by me, and there is no place for an formation to stand. In this way, you can still form an formation?"

Long Xiang smiled slightly: "Maybe the benefactor is too confident and has missed something, or maybe... what the benefactor sees is false, so naturally it can't be done, and it can't be done!"

"what!"

Su Wen smiled, and didn't argue with him at all, and said to himself: "Forming an array in the void, transforming into a world, such ability must be innate!"

"Oh?"

Long Xiang raised his eyebrows and smiled even more: "The benefactor thinks that the poor monk is a congenital overhaul?"

"No, you are not!"

Su Wen shook his head, and said softly: "If you were Xiantian, you would never sit here with me, let alone let me destroy your White Dragon Temple."

"In that case..."

Long Xiang smiled lightly: "How can the benefactor conclude that such ability must be innate?"

"If it's my kind, it must be innate to be able to do so!"

"However……"

Su Wen looked at Longxiang, and explained the key point in one sentence:
"You are not of my race!"

"Um!?"

Long Xiang's eyes froze, and the surprise and doubt disappeared for a moment, and then he became calm again: "The benefactor is so sure, what evidence is there?"

"My words are evidence!"

Su Wen stared coldly at Long Xiang: "You—— are not human!"

"Hahahaha!"

Long Xiang laughed, hiding his shock: "What does the benefactor think the poor monk is?"

"demon!"

Su Wen's expression remained unchanged, and he said to himself: "The void forms an array, transforming into a world, human monks have no innate abilities, absolutely no such abilities, but you are not innate."

"So, there is only one explanation!"

Words finally tell the truth.

"You are not a human, but a demon, a mirage!"

Su Wen looked at Longxiang, his eyes were like swords, and he stabbed at the opponent's vital point: "The Five Lotus Sect is not some heretical cultivator who conspired with the demon kingdom of the ten directions, but the illusion of the demons of the demon kingdom of the ten directions. From the very beginning, You are not human!"

"Amitabha!"

Long Xiang clasped his hands together, and said in a deep voice: "The benefactor is really a man of great wisdom and courage, the poor monk admires him!"

"It can't be regarded as great wisdom and bravery."

Su Wen's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a low voice, "It's just that you can see it clearly."

"The donor humbled himself."

Long Xiang shook his head, no longer pretending: "It's just how the donor can break my mirage illusion?"

(End of this chapter)