The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 28
Beyond the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements, what an awesome statement.

At the beginning, the great saint had worked hard for many years before he dared to say this sentence to the ghost messenger who was demanding his life, saying that he lived as long as the sky and was not under the jurisdiction of the underworld.

Ma San is just a mortal who has been bullied by others, even if he turns into a ghost after death, he may not be very powerful, so why is he beyond the Three Realms and not in the Five Elements?

Daoran didn't understand, so Xiao Qiao explained to him: "Do you know who decided the theory of the Three Realms and Five Elements?"

Daoran sat on the tall Lanyue Pavilion and listened to Xiao Qiao's story about the past.

Since the beginning of chaos, the heaven and the earth have not been divided into three realms and five elements. It is those innate gods who continue to explore time and begin to evolve the heaven and earth.

"In ancient times, human beings were no more than the rations of monsters, among which there were countless wild and wild species, and this three-eyed tribe was one of them.

"Later, many saints came out of human beings, who possessed great supernatural powers, and gradually became the rulers of the world. The three realms and five elements were determined by the saints to create the six realms of reincarnation.

"It's just that the three-eyed race was extinct at that time, so the name of the race was not recorded in the book of life and death. This Ma San had awakened the blood in his body before he was alive. Say.

Dao Ran understands, if the Six Paths of Samsara is a running system, then the category of the Three-Eyed Race was not entered when the system was installed.

Ma San is an accidental atavistic mutation. After awakening the blood of the three-eyed race, he is no longer a pure human race. Now that he does not recognize the six paths of reincarnation, Ma San has become a wandering ghost that will not be accepted by the underworld.

"Isn't the prehistoric bloodline very powerful?" Daoran asked curiously.

"No matter how powerful it is, it's not as good as the human race. Otherwise, how could this world change its master?" Xiao Qiao's words made Dao Ran fall into deep thought.

When reading novels in his previous life, it seemed that the older he was, the more powerful he was, such as the Pangu inheritance of the prehistoric bloodline, but after more than ten years, what he heard was that the new generation was better than the old.

Just like the Buddha he often talks about, compared with the entire history of the world, he is only a younger generation.

In a short period of time, the Buddha cultivated the great mana that penetrates the heavens and the earth.

It seems right to think about it, just like this Tianlong Babu body protection spell, the predecessors did not know how many years it took to create such a spell, which can exorcise evil spirits, protect the body and help people become enlightened, but Dao Ran learned this spell It only took three days.

With such an advantage, if the practice of later generations is not as good as that of the predecessors, it would be too disappointing.

Everything in the world is constantly developing, and so is Buddhism.

However, the Three-Eyed Clan is not without its merits. The Celestial Eyes cultivated by many immortal gods are derived from the innate supernatural powers of the Three-Eyed Clan, such as Erlang God Yang Jian, who is the famous Three-Eyed Eye.

The Celestial Eye cultivated by immortal gods has the effect of destroying illusions and exorcising evil spirits, while the eyes of the three-eyed people are called evil eyes.

After listening to Xiao Qiao's explanation, Daoran still wondered whether the human race has developed a special restraint practice method specifically targeting the innate supernatural powers of the prehistoric races, and thus became the master of this world?

Daoran thought it was very possible.

After listening to Xiao Qiao finish these ancient secrets, Dao Ran asked the question he wanted to know the most, what should he do with Ma San?
Ma San is dead, but he can't even enter reincarnation. Will he be a lonely ghost all his life?
"Since you can't enter the cycle of reincarnation, you might as well cultivate into a ghost fairy. There are ten great yin commanders in the underworld, who are also undead bodies, but their magic power reaches the sky, and they can condense their bodies. At that time, they will not be much different from ordinary people. Walking up and down can be regarded as carefree." Xiao Qiao suggested.

It was a good suggestion, Daoran knocked on the copper bowl, and asked: "Benefactor Ma, what do you think? Are you willing to cultivate into a ghost fairy?"

Ma San also knew that he was scary, so he didn't float out of the copper bowl, and only responded with his voice: "The villain doesn't know what ghosts are, but as long as he can stay with the master, everything else doesn't matter."

Daoran sighed, it would be great if Ma San was replaced by Zhuo Yanran.

Unhappy things happen all the time in life, Daoran didn't pay much attention to them, and continued: "In this case, please trouble Senior Xiao Qiao to teach him how to cultivate ghosts and immortals."

However, there was silence on the other side.

"Senior Xiao Qiao?" Dao Ran asked strangely.

Xiao Qiao's voice came again this time, and she only heard her say: "I'm not a ghost, how can I know how to practice ghosts and immortals?"

Daoran: ...

So you say this is just kidding me? !
Dao Ran asked patiently: "Then I don't know where to get the method of cultivating ghosts and immortals?"

"Perhaps someone in Mahuraka knows that their family is particularly good at these evil methods." Xiao Qiao said.

Mahulaka is also one of the eight divisions of the heavenly dragon, known as the boa constrictor god, and is a monster with a snake head and a person of great strength.

Daoran remembered that Modoye said that most of Mahulaka are addicted to alcohol, if they can get a few altars of fine wine, maybe they can be summoned.

Speaking of wine, Dao Ran suddenly thought of something.

Why do you only think about breaking the meat precept, but never think about breaking the alcohol precept?Buddhism has Sanjing meat, but there is no Sanjing wine. You can try two glasses later.

"Thank you senior for clarifying the confusion. I had to offend you so much today, please forgive me." Dao Ran said to Xiao Qiao sincerely.

I thought that the new music could make Leshen happy, but I didn't expect it to be like wearing unpaired socks and dangling in front of obsessive-compulsive disorder patients. It's a bit of a bully.

"It's okay, your piano skills can be regarded as outstanding, but it's just that you don't care about it. The music you play without care is like a corpse. No matter how beautiful the outside is, the inside is rotten. I will pass on to you a Bodhi Qingxin song. When I learn it, I will It's not that I can't be driven by you."

Daoran heard bursts of piano sounds, and only then did he understand why Gandharva was able to become the royal musician of the Buddha.Compared with the sound of the piano heard at this time, what he played before was really only noise.

The sound of the zither seems to plant a white lotus in Dao Ran's heart. When the flower blooms, the pure air can cleanse his mind and soul, making his body and mind plunge into boundless bliss, completely forgetting all troubles.

The so-called Xianle Lunyin is probably like this.

When the sound of the piano died down, Daoran was still addicted to it, and he didn't come back to his senses until he completely memorized the Bodhi Qingxin song in his mind.

When Daoran opened his eyes again, the audience on Lanyue Pavilion had already dispersed. Looking at the sky, it was almost five o'clock.

"These eyes are closed and opened, and the night is almost over? Confucius said that he didn't know the taste of meat for three days. It turned out to be true."

Daoran recollected the ethereal and holy sound of the piano, and slowly walked down the Lanyue Pavilion, preparing to go back to his room for a good night's sleep.

Just when Daoran walked to the door of his room, he saw an old monk standing there.

"Amitabha, the poor monk, Dao Ling of Lingyin Temple, has been waiting here for a long time."

(End of this chapter)