I said Dongli in adversity

Entangled illusions, conflicting souls, and unyielding consciousness.

The fierce battle between God and man, the God of Death and Confucianism, is not only about one person, but also involves four people trapped within the four levels of the God of Death.

Realizing that their opponents were weak, Shi Yanwen and Shulou Longsu each worked hard, determined to break through the illusions in front of them.

However, the barrier of martial arts can be solved, but the barrier of mind makes Buddhists and Confucians sink into each other. It is difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, and they are trapped in a boundless illusion.

"So, I am..."

In the palace and on the lotus platform, two figures sit cross-legged opposite each other.

The elegant monk Buddha has taken off his neon cassock, colorful rosy clouds, golden bowl, and sun and moon shoes. At this moment, he has taken off his image of Buddha, and what remains on the lotus platform is just a bosom friend.

Opposite him, the eminent monk Dai Ming was transcendent and refined. He was one of the three great monks in the past, and he was as famous as Brahma, among all the gods.

"This is the beginning and end of the past." The gods looked at Mr. Buddha and said kindly and compassionately: "I was supposed to be reincarnated directly because I had entered the realm and could not turn around. However, due to a Dharma fate, twists and turns occurred and I was reincarnated directly. The method of rebirth failed, but my fate as a Buddha still fell into your lap, and that’s why I became the Master Yaseng Buddha today.”

"You and I were supposed to be one, and now we should be reunited, Amitabha."

"Amitabha."

Mr. Buddha looked at the heavens in front of him and couldn't help but clasping his hands together. The two of them bowed to each other.

It turns out that the eminent monks who taught Buddhism in dreams in the past were all gods...

It turns out that this is the destiny that Xian Zhiyin should fulfill...

I see……

It seemed that suddenly, a sense of clarity came to my mind, and it turned out that everything had been destined long ago.

It turns out this is...

My thoughts gradually slowed down, and I seemed to be gradually recognizing it. However, at this moment, the sound of the flute suddenly echoed in the empty space, reawakening the consciousness of the Buddha. Then I opened my eyes, and the scenery changed. On the cliff, there was a table made of bamboo and rattan. On the chair is a man in white clothes with a sword on his back and a jade flute in his hand.

There is no water in the vast ocean, and those who have cultivated for thousands of years have only one boat and one sail to cross.

"Is it you, Buddhist friend?"

Young Master Fo couldn't help but be startled when he saw the sudden appearance of Quezhou Yifandu.

"Long time no see, Buddhist friend."

Quezhou Yifandu signaled, and the two sat opposite each other, just like that day when they first met, they were sitting opposite each other at a tea table.

"Where do Buddhist friends come from, and why do they come here?" Mr. Buddha couldn't help but ask as he looked at the floating boat making tea in front of him.

"Quezhou has always come out, as for the purpose..."

Quezhou Yifandu looked at Mr. Buddha, "Fellow Buddha, do you still remember the story Quezhou told you?"

"Huh?" Mr. Fo was stunned when he heard this, and then his eyes flashed with an indescribable light.

"At that time, you once said that you could not give an answer to the question of Quezhou. So today, this question is placed in front of you again. Everything has changed. The gods in the realm of annihilation, the string friends in the realm of suffering, and so on. As far as the ship is concerned, it is like an old ship. Everything on the whole ship has been replaced. So, is this ship still the same one as before?"

"Or maybe I want to ask again, will the Xian Zhiyin of today be the same as the gods of the past?"

"In the ancient practice methods, there is a word called seizing the body. This method is extremely evil, so it has been denounced as evil magic by various sects. It uses one's own consciousness to crush the body's will, occupy the magpie's nest with a dove, and seize the body of others. And use it for yourself.”

"Now, the body of Xian Zhiyin was given by the parents of Buddhist friends. It was also the parents of Buddhist friends who sent you to Confucianism to practice. You gradually became the Confucian religious leader. But once you abandoned Confucianism and practiced Buddhism, you cut off worldly thoughts. Dear relatives, , Buddhist friend, do you really think this is what you want? Do you really think it is the gods?"

The sounds and sentences seemed to induce and confuse. Mr. Buddha was puzzled and felt an unbearable headache.

Looking back again, there are many questions, yes, why? Why did I suddenly give up Confucianism and switch to Buddhism?

Is that really what I'm thinking about?

If not, why?

Why did I cut off all ties with the world and practice Buddhism?

After entering the realm without turning around, it is reincarnation. After reincarnation, what does it have to do with the previous life?

What is the use of reincarnation if we are connected to our past lives?

"Ah!" All kinds of questions kept knocking at Mr. Buddha's heart.

who I am? Where do I come from? Where will it go?

I am, I am...

"who are you?"

"Xian Zhiyin? Mr. Buddha? Or... all the gods in the realm of destruction?"

"I……"

"I'm……"

Hundreds of thoughts from the past flashed through my mind like a marquee, and I couldn't help but gasp for breath.

Whether it is the gods or the Buddha, the source of this Buddha's fate is the gods in the realm of annihilation, but it is not the Xian Zhiyin who has learned endlessly.

"I'm……"

"Xian Zhiyin!"

With the sound of "Xianzhiyin", the self, id, superego, "Xianzhiyin" consciousness returns again, and returns to the lotus platform. In front of me are the gods with kind faces and kind eyes.

"I am a close friend of Xian, and I have learned the teachings from the sea. My past and past events are all passing by, so don't bother me anymore."

The white robe is rolled up, the Confucianism and Yuan Dynasties are fully lifted, and the three unique skills of Wuding are reproduced.

An extreme move to clear away all confusion!

……

……

On the other side, Tai Shihou, who was caught up in the past, had to be enlightened by Quezhou. All kinds of illusions and accusations were no longer in his ears.

Whether it is justification or scolding, ridicule and ridicule are nothing more than dust in the wind.

"Photography..." Looking at the familiar figure in front of him, Taishi Houde's eyes gradually changed from reminiscing to firmness.

"Lingxi my daughter, I will tell her the truth about her life experience. Now that she is an adult, she also has the right to choose."

"As for you, if you reveal what happened back then, it will not only affect me, but also implicate the reputation of the world of learning. Therefore, Taishihou asks you not to get entangled again."

As soon as the words fell, he struck out with a palm, directly hitting the illusion, and facing the deepest guilt deep in his heart.

"For the sake of Confucianism, for the sake of Xuehai, and for me, Zhaoying, go well!"

The palm energy was pressed again, adding three points of strength. Everything in front of him was like a cracked mirror that collapsed and separated. The inner demons that were entangled in his heart in the past were now completely destroyed.

After doing all this, Tai Shihou looked back at the white figure.

"Is this the result you want, Buddha?"

"If you want to fight the conspirators, you need to have a deeper heart than the conspirators. This is just the first step in enforcing the order."

Quezhou Yifandu said: "What happened back then, if you recognize your mistakes and correct them, that's the end of it, isn't it?"

"what."

Tai Shihou nodded noncommittally, and the missing boat and sailing crossing dissipated like sand and dust. At the same time, the other three people broke through the barrier and came out. Everything in front of them returned to clarity. It was still the same ghost forest and swamp, but it was different. Yes, besides the Grand Master, there is one more person.

A man dressed in white, holding a paper fan in his hand. (End of chapter)