The strong from the wild

I thought about it, but couldn't find a way.

After all, the journey of practice cannot be achieved overnight, the more you think about it, the more disordered your mind will become.

After Liu Yi practiced for two hours, he no longer had the intention to stay in the guest courtyard, walked out of the courtyard alone, and walked on the road in the Demon Execution Temple.

The full moon hangs high, and the snow falls on thousands of mountains.

The quiet place of Buddhism, after all, is different from other sects. There is no formation in the temple that is like spring all the year round, and it is still cold, and the mountains are covered with frost and snow.

Rumor has it that Buddhism can save all living beings.

There are many trees in the temple, under the support of Buddhism, in the snowy season, flowers with pink stamens are in full bloom.

Especially the blossoming plum, the most lovable.

There is fog in the mountains, and the cold air is heavy. Naturally, frost and ice hang on the trees.

On the fresh petals of the treetops, ice crystals hang down one by one, extremely gorgeous and moving.

A faint fragrance, echoing in the wind.

A series of roads made of white stone piled up in a criss-cross pattern were built in the Demon Execution Temple.

Liu Yi was full of thoughts, and walked aimlessly in the Temple of Exorcising Demons, but no monks came to disturb him.After all, it was already nighttime. The monks in the temple were practicing and sleeping, and the temple was full of silence.

Perhaps, the blind monk named Wu Jiu had already conveyed the news that Liu Yi came to Zhumo Temple as a guest. Even if a monk in the temple found him, he would deliberately avoid him.

In any case, when a person walks distractedly, if he is lonely all the way, his heart will become more depressed.

"Perhaps, only the days in Diling Village were truly carefree."

Liu Yi looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but think of his childhood.

I remembered when I wandered around barefoot, put my coat on my shoulders as wings, pulled out radishes from the fields in the village at will, and placed them green on the ridges, basking in the sun wantonly.

Of course, at the same time, I also remembered Wan'er who would always be by Liu Yi's side and help him pull out carrots...

Many people don't want to grow up, and growing up will only increase their troubles.

Practitioners seek longevity and immortality, but they prolong their troubles infinitely.If you really want to find a quiet and comfortable place where you can do whatever you want, how many people are there in the world?

Even the Great God cannot avoid going to the battlefield.

But for many years in the heavens and worlds, those talents who became gods and went away have all disappeared without a trace. I don't know when they will return to their hometowns in this life.

Even for a master like Master Xueyu, there is only one feather left, hidden deep in the soil.If someone hadn't taken the Seven Star Treasure Hunting Compass and dug a hole in Diling Village, I don't know how many years and months it would have taken for Venerable Xue Yu to see the sun again.

Life is alive, and those who are unsatisfactory are out of ten.

Even though the world is like this, Liu Yi is an open-minded person.

When he walked slowly for half a stick of incense and came to a frozen pool, Liu Yi's confused and troubled mind suddenly became calm.

That's how people are. Sometimes sentimental things come and go, such as summer rain and winter snow. When they come, they come, and when they go, they go.

"Although the water in this pool is frozen, it is extremely turbid, like rice soup... Could it be that all the monks in the Demon Killing Temple wash rice and vegetables in this pool?"

Liu Yi shook his head and smiled. From a distance of ten meters, he stared at the turbid, slightly transparent, frozen pool of water, and saw eight bright images faintly floating in the pool.

The image is composed of a layer of bright yellow Buddha's light, which is hidden but not exposed. If you don't observe carefully, it will be difficult to find.

"...the wheel, the snail, the precious umbrella, the white cover, the lotus, the vase, the goldfish, and the panchang! These are the eight treasures of Buddhism recorded in the Buddhist scriptures. Why do they show their images in this turbid and frozen pool?"

Liu Yi was suspicious, and walked to the side of the pool.

The ten-meter distance between him and the pool gradually shortened.

The closer you get, the more you feel that there is an ethereal aura emanating from the frozen lake.

When Liu Yi stood by the pool and held onto the railing on the bank of the pool, he took another deep breath and realized that the breath he just smelled came from the desolate and boundless atmosphere of ancient times.

This kind of breath cannot be deceived.

For example, things that have been hidden for a long time will have a musty smell.

Things that have been exposed to the sun will smell like sunshine when you smell them.

Things that have been passed down from the ancient times will also have an aura that originated from the ancient times.

"Is this pool an ancient thing, or is the brilliance of the eight treasures in the pool an ancient thing?"

Liu Yi frowned, with doubts in his heart, and thought to himself: "The eight precious lights are all illusory things, I'm afraid they are all based on this muddy pool of water..."

After standing by the pool for nearly half an hour, no one came to bother her.

Liu Yi seemed to be able to pass through the light and shadow of the Eight Treasures in the pool, and feel many Buddhist scriptures in his mind, one by one, paragraph by paragraph, mixed with the sound of Zen singing, and appeared in his heart together.

"As expected of a Buddhist temple, a mere ice pond can demonstrate the magic of Buddhism..."

Liu Yi shook his head, took a deep breath, turned around and walked back towards the guest courtyard.

But suddenly, there was a green light galloping out from behind Liu Yi.

Within the green light, there was an undetectable phantom of a dragon flying together above the ice pond.The green light dragon shadow slowly fell into the ice ruler like a stone sinking into the sea.

As soon as the dragon shadow entered the ice ruler, it disappeared.

As soon as the green light entered the ice ruler, it turned into a phantom of a willow tree, circled around the image of the eight treasures in the ice pond for a few times, and then disappeared.It's just that the transparent pool water with bright yellow Buddha's light suddenly adds a bit of greenness.

Liu Yi had already turned around and left, but he never paid attention to these changes.

The night passed.

At dawn, the evening drum and morning bell sounded again.

The smoke from cooking at the foot of the mountain is lingering with the smoke from the Buddhist incense in the mountain.

In the midst of this faint scent of incense, monk Wujiu, the guest monk, came to the gate of the guest courtyard.

Knock knock knock!

There were three knocks on the door, and the guest monk Wujiu stood outside the door and said loudly: "You are polite, fellow Taoist Liu, please move to the Prajna Hall, it's time to have breakfast at the Buddhist gate."

Breakfast is breakfast.

Practitioners and those with advanced cultivation bases can fasten grains long ago. As an immortal, Liu Yi naturally does not need to rely on food to survive. He drinks and eats meat on weekdays just to satisfy his appetite.

The breakfast mentioned by Wu Jiu is actually a kind of hospitality, Liu Yi's natural way.

Liu Yi and Tanlang washed up before pushing the door out.

The guest courtyard sits west to east, facing the sun.

Wu Jiu's bald head was highlighted by the sunlight. When he saw Liu Yi opened the door, he turned to face the east, pointed to the mountains and rivers under the sun, and said: "At the beginning, Fellow Daoist Ling Wan came to visit you. , at sunrise, facing the rising sun, collecting purple energy and swallowing the sword intent, the sword light is more than three hundred miles long, covering the sky and the sun. The sound of the sword is endless, as if thunder is falling from the sky..."