Chapter 65 The Second Lamp (2) ...

Shi Wuyuan followed this old man of unknown origin. He himself had never really had contact with the Mahayana Pope. Xia Duanfang and others took care of all private contacts. He guessed that this person was not one of the three elders of the Mahayana Pope. , is the sect master of the Great Pope, Master Zhiye.

Various things flashed through his mind quickly, but the only thing he was holding in his hand was the corpse of a rabbit, and he felt as if... it was getting heavier and heavier.

The old man didn't talk much to him. After he set out on the road, he seemed to ignore him and kowtowed all the way, just as he said, respecting the mountains and water to the gods, worshiping mountains and waters when meeting mountains, and worshipping water when meeting water. A few large rocks that suddenly rose up and jaggedly stood up, and they also knelt down properly, placed the small rocks under their feet into a triangle, and then fell to the ground.

Kneeling three times and nine kowtows all the way, but worshipping mountains and rivers and trees, not human emperors.

Because of this, the road went very slowly, and the old man was not afraid of Shi Wuyuan leaving him, but Shi Wuyuan seemed to have no idea what he was doing. Always waiting on the side.

When he waited, sometimes he stared at the back of the old man kneeling down, sometimes at his toes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After walking for an unknown number of miles, saw that the old man had kowtowed many times—now, Shi Wuyuan finally understood why the old man’s robe was so lively—finally, he arrived at the bottom of a big tree.

This tree seems to be thousands of years old, and can't tell what species it is. Its branches are gān and knotted. There are still amazingly lush leaves in the cold winter. It is particularly eye-catching in the vast white snow. It stands here alone. With an independent attitude, as if there is only one tree between heaven and earth.

After the old man bowed his head reverently, he said to Shi Wuyuan: "This is the great Bodhi tree, it is said that it was planted in nine heavens, and the gods sprinkled Ganoderma lucidum and jade liquid to water it, breaking the ground for three thousand three hundred years, three thousand three thousand. It takes a hundred years to sprout, three thousand three hundred years to pull out the branches, and another three thousand three hundred years to flourish, and one leaf can reach the sky.”

He picked up a fallen leaf from a tree with both hands, rolled it into a bucket, put it close to Shi Wutuo's ear, and said, "If you make a tung tree, you can listen to the sound of the fairy."

Shi Wuduan looked at him blankly for a while, but he really listened to it for a while, and after a while, he said, "I didn't hear anything."

The old man sighed and said, "Yes, born in the three worlds of the world, who can disrespect ghosts and gods, stay under the great immortal tree, and who can not listen to immortal sounds, besides the owner of the ghost plate, who else is there?"

Shi Wuyuan raised his chin slightly and looked at him, only to see the old man bow down, put the leaves back on the ground, and said, "The astrolabe is the first-class spiritual thing in the world, it can peep into the secrets of the sky and reveal the life of the human being, for 20 years. In the past, there was a great evil plate that could devour the souls of ghosts as soon as it was born. It was recorded five thousand years ago in the Holy Book of Mahayana, the Book of Revelation, and it was called the ghost plate. It appeared at this time. The end has come."

"Ah." Shi Wuyuan nodded when he heard the words, and then dragged his usual, slow tone, and said, "No wonder, it turns out that your sect has long predicted that it is no wonder that the Mahayana Pope is so aware of the current affairs, without hesitation. Being alone, evading the encirclement and suppression of the Dazhou Mountains, you will learn to admire it later."

The old man glanced at him and sighed: "You have suffering in your heart, and you don't necessarily have to repay others with evil karma. If you can't calm your mind, how can you distinguish right from wrong?"

Shi Wuyuan sneered and said, "Whoever obeys me is right, and whoever goes against me is wrong. What's so hard to tell?"

The old man said: "What's the difference between your words and Jiuyou monster?"

Shi Wuyuan said calmly: "There is no difference."

The old man shook his head, but stopped verbally entangled with him, stood on tiptoe, and laboriously pulled down the twigs of a large Bodhi tree—the branches seemed to rise into the sky, but they were unusually soft, He pulled it down, as if consciously, and lowered his head gently, more supple than wicker.

The old man turned his head and waved at Shi Wuyuan, and said, "Come."

Shi Wuyuan was puzzled, raised his eyebrows, and walked forward, only to see the old man pick up the rabbit's body from his arms, roll it up with branches, and roll it down in a circle, the leaves seemed to be a piece of paper. The same clothes, the rabbit was wrapped up, only one head was exposed.

As soon as the old man let go, the branches that rolled the rabbit slowly returned to their original shape, as if the weight of a rabbit was nothing to it, the branches were still facing the sky, and even the rabbit followed it into an upright shape. The exposed head is facing the bright blue sky, as if a soul will rise from the top of its head and fly away.

The old man put his hands together, clicked down from the top of his head, next to his mouth, and then on his chest, muttering to himself, wondering what he was talking about.

There was a cold wind and the smell of ice and snow rising from a distance, the huge tree canopy rang rustling, accompanied by the vague recitation of the old man's mouth, it seemed unusually harmonious.

For a moment, Shi Wuyuan felt strangely an indescribable peace. After the peace, sourness rose from his heart, straight to the brows, causing his eyes to turn red, and he almost couldn't help shedding tears.

He hurriedly turned his head and panicked inexplicably, like a child hiding behind an armor who thought he had nothing to fear, but was suddenly uncovered by someone, revealing his true form.

The old man whispered: "This is called 'tree burial'. The ancients said that if a child under the age of three dies, it will be tied to a big tree, so that the life will go away with the spirit of the grass and trees. The child is a newcomer, and it is not a big deal. It is the people in this world who come and go for a while, who do not have time to do good, nor do they have time to do evil, neither good nor evil, neither cause nor effect, they are the most pure creatures, so they cannot enter the soil, so as not to be attacked by evil spirits.”

He turned his head to look at Shi Wuyuan, his eyes were calm and warm, as if he was not looking at a rebel leader who was deviant, but a kind and honest junior, and continued: "I heard that if people have great attachments, suddenly When it undergoes drastic changes, it will leave a trace of spirit, attached to the person who is attached, or the thing that is attached, and it will not be left or abandoned unless there is a life or death.”

Shi Wuyuan gritted his teeth very tightly, as if he was trying to hold back something, which made the slightly soft lines on his cheeks sharpen.

The old man sighed and said, "But good fortune tricks people and loses a bit of their spirit. If it's like reincarnation, but they can't get into the three ways, and they can only be an ignorant animal in the next life. Inevitably, there is a change in the nature of the mind, everything is at the tip of the horns, paranoia is unreasonable, and it is impossible to ask for it.”

Shi Wuyuan was startled.

The old man shook his head: "Human calculation is always inferior to God's calculation. Young Master does not respect heaven and earth, and does not believe in ghosts and gods. Don't you know the power of good fortune? Young master is skilled in deduction techniques and rules, don't you know that fate is difficult to violate?"

Shi Wuyuan's hands were hidden in his slightly longer sleeves, and he was silent for a long time, his fists were clenched unknowingly, his fingernails almost pierced into his flesh, and after an unknown amount of time, he said hoarsely, "I... Do not believe."

The old man sighed, closed his eyes, and remained silent.

Shi Wuyuan looked up at the rabbit that was rolled up by the branches and leaves, suppressed his voice very softly, and said, "I don't believe it, what is life art? What is good fortune? I haven't seen it before, but... so what?"

Afterwards, he gave a low laugh and said, "Cut him open and step on it."

The old man looked up at him and saw Shi Wuduan's face was pale, but his expression had calmed down. He folded his hands in his sleeves and said, "After learning today, I actually want to ask Master Zhiye a few words."

The old man's expression changed, and he raised his head to look at him - he was indeed Master Zhiye, the Sect Master of the Great Pope.

Shi Wuyuan smiled and said: "I know that the masters of your teaching want to clean up, if there is no reason for the masters to intervene in the affairs of us laity, it is a request, I only hope that the master can give me a guarantee that the two will not help each other. ."

Zhi Ye was silent for a moment, then said, "Why, now that we have backed down like this, is your son still not satisfied?"

Shi Wuyuan sighed: "I'm afraid... you will fall on which side the wind is tougher."

What he said was extremely unbelievable, but fortunately, Master Zhiye was well-mannered and did not have the same knowledge as Shi Wuyuan, a black-hearted bastard.

"A secret covenant." Shi Wuyuan said, "I will set up a fire formation around Dabodhi Mountain, which is nearly 20 miles away. I hope that when my eldest brother and the imperial court fight, the Mahayana Pope will stand in the middle. Be safe, if you take a step beyond the thunderous pool and the secret covenant is void, it will set fire to the mountain. Naturally, the future study is not a sky-high price, I will protect the master on behalf of your brothers. , still respects Da Bodhi Mountain as the place of the emperor's imperial temple, what do you think?"

Master Zhiye was silent for a moment, and then asked in a deep voice, "In the past, Taifu Yan used his hard work to light up seven mountain lanterns and borrowed luck from the sky for seventy years. What if the son doesn't succeed?"

Shi Wuyuan smiled and said: "Then you will write a letter to the emperor, saying that it is because I Shi Wuyuan arranged the formation to harm you. If the physical evidence is gathered, whoever has the ability to untie this formation will ask him to untie it. If No, in the future dynasties and dynasties, the Pope will not have to participate in disputes, wouldn't it fulfill the desire of all the masters to avoid the world? Or... all of your sects are people who make a name for themselves?"

Master Zhiye hesitated for a moment, and then said politely: "The matter is very important, and it is difficult for the little old man to decide. I hope the young master will give me a few days. I will go back to the mountain and call the elders to discuss it and then give an answer."

Shi Wuyuan nodded happily and said, "After that, I will wait for the good news from the master."

Master Zhiye turned around and went up to Da Bodhi Mountain, and this time he was the one with a lot of thoughts.

Shi hesitated for a while, but suddenly stopped him again and said, "Great Sect Master, you will learn later... there is one more thing to ask."

Master Zhiye stopped and said, "Young Master, please speak."

Shi Wuyuan lowered his head and pursed his lips. After a while, he said in a low voice, "If a person...jīng leaves his body, voluntarily separates his blood, and shaves his flesh and blood, how can he change back?"

Master Zhiye frowned, thought for a while, and replied, "When he recognizes the flesh and blood he shaved with his own hands, puts down his attachments, sincerely repents, and suffers from the pain of splitting his flesh and bones, he will be able to Consummate."

Shi Wuyuan was silent, Master Zhiye shook his head, sighed, and left.

Ten days later, the Great Sect Master of the Mahayana Pope signed a secret fire agreement with the mysterious guest who often spent time in the tea shed. At this point, the second lamp was lit.

Shi Wuji drove away from the Dabodhi Mountain area and headed to his next destination.

At this time, on the small island in the East China Sea, a white smoke floated in front of Bai Li, and it condensed into a human shape.

Bai Li whispered, "It's you, you're back."

The white smoke condensed from the white smoke hung in the air, watching him quietly.

Bai Li lowered his head, and after an unknown amount of time, he finally said in a low voice, "Yes... I'm wrong."

The person in the white smoke had a relieved look on his face, floated on his head a few times, leaned down, and the white smoke slowly dispersed, surrounding Bai Li in it.

Throughout the ages, no matter what the situation is, people who have fallen deeper and are more sincere are always the first to bow their heads.