The sermon begins with the dragon and the horse

Chapter 307 Entering the Ordinary
"Boom!"

The vast catastrophe descended from the sky, converging into a vast ocean of thunder, blazing and dazzling, and the darkness between the sky and the earth made people feel palpitating.

The void was exploded, and countless black abysses appeared, leading to the eternal unknown.

Divine thunder intertwined, chaos surged, and the power of the avenue became more and more violent.This is a world of thunder and lightning, which seems to shatter the heavens and worlds.

Shen Ma carried the Dutian coffin, went up against the sky, and penetrated into the depths of the Thunder Tribulation. There were constant roars and roars, which almost pierced people's eardrums and shattered people's souls.

Gradually, the robbery cloud in the sky slowly dissipated.Shen Ma stood on the sky, lines and lines appeared on his body, his crystal clear body was full of Dao breath, dazzling every inch.

At this moment, he is like a god, with great power.

"Zhan Dao peak!" Shen Ma shook his head, feeling his own strength, the energy in his body surged like a tide, like a small sun, and the flames were terrified.

The most important thing is that he has really touched the threshold of 'Holy' and can emit a little Holy Power.Given time, he will go through some tempering, breaking the king and becoming a saint will be a matter of course.

"Shh!"

Shen Ma returned to the Secret Valley again, only to find that Duan De and Hei Huang had disappeared.He took out the communication jade slip and found several messages in it:

"Brother Shen, Lao Hei and I have gone to the lair of the Lanto tribe. Remember to contact us after you leave the customs."

"These two guys have been working hard for a day, and they feel uncomfortable all over. However, the time of retreat this time is a bit long, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye. There is no time to practice!" Shen Ma couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The vast wilderness is full of gloom, majestic mountains and surging rivers.Shenma stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds and hurried all the way. It took three days to get out of the primeval forest.

After walking out of the deserted forest, Shen Ma was not in a hurry to go on the road. He would stop when he encountered many small towns along the way, observe the affairs of the world, and understand the various aspects of life.

This is also a kind of practice!
The Eternal Star Field has a very strong scientific and technological atmosphere, but some remote places still retain ancient customs, and there are also dynasties similar to ancient China.

Shen Ma turned into a middle-aged man with a beard and a machete hanging from his waist, walking on the road with a package on his back.At this moment, he is an ordinary mortal, walking forward step by step.

Along the way, he saw ordinary people worrying about firewood, rice, oil and salt, facing life and death for a few copper coins, fighting the battlefield for the belief in their hearts, and working hard for their children...

All of these are very close to him, yet far away from him.The epitome of a mortal is so similar to a monk. Fate, cause and effect are intertwined with each other, forming a picture of life.

Shenma walks in a country of mortals, only fifty miles a day, and a thousand miles by accumulating steps.

On this day, he passed by a small village and found that a family of villagers here was very strange. The whole family would go to the mountains to dig soil in the north after finishing farm work every day, and the leader turned out to be a 90-year-old old man.

Shen Ma watched it curiously for a while, and found that this small village was located in the middle of a small basin. Every time he went to the market, he had to climb many mountains, which was extremely hard.And that villager should be digging a road to the outside world.

However, the surrounding mountains are endless, and the lowest one is a thousand feet high. Even with the power of a mortal, it is impossible to dig a hundred miles of road even if it takes a lifetime.

"Tap..."

Shen Ma walked slowly towards the old man who was leading the digging. When he approached, he asked, "Old man, if you dig like this, you may not be able to make a road in your life."

The old man raised his head, looked at Shen Ma, and said slowly: "Even if I die, there are still sons; sons have grandsons, grandsons have sons; sons have sons, sons have grandsons; sons and grandchildren It is endless, but the mountain will not increase in height and size, are you afraid that you will not be able to open a road?"

"The avenue is like a mountain, unattainable, how to overcome it? The only way is to persevere."

Shen Ma had a feeling in his heart, and with a light wave of his big hand, a beam of divine light shot away, blasting out a broad avenue thousands of miles long and three feet wide.Then turned and left, disappeared.

"Immortal! The immortal has appeared!" The old man and his family all knelt down and bowed down, thanking Shen Ma for his kind deed.

Going all the way, on this day, Shenma came to a temple.

"Guyun Temple, this lettering has some charm."

Stepping into the temple gate, I saw a huge bodhi tree at a glance. It is late autumn at this moment, but it is still so tall and straight.

After crossing the front yard, Shen Ma entered the main hall. What he saw was an ancient clay Buddha statue. The statue squinted its eyes halfway, pointing to the sky with one hand and pointing to the ground with the other, looking very solemn and solemn.

An old monk is kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, clasping his hands together, and reciting the Buddha sincerely.

After a while, the old monk finished praying, turned his head and glanced at Shenma, his eyes were clear and unwavering, and said peacefully: "Benefactor, what's the matter?"

"Passing by Guibao Land, I want to stay for a few nights." Shen Ma nodded in greeting.

"Almsgiver, please come this way. Now there is only one poor monk left in this temple. Please forgive me for the poor hospitality." The old monk clasped his hands together and recited Anituofo.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm satisfied with a place to live. Why don't you recruit a few young monks when you're here alone?" Shen Ma asked.

"Fate comes and goes, fate gathers and fate disperses, it has its own will." The old monk said indifferently.

"Fate?" Shen Ma nodded thoughtfully.

In the early morning of the next day, everything was silent, and the light from the eastern horizon cautiously infiltrated the light blue sky, and a new day gradually moved from afar.

Shen Ma pushed open the door and saw the old monk slowly sweeping the fallen leaves with a broom in his hand.

"Abbot, good morning!"

"Morning, good morning."

After the old monk said hello, he continued to sweep the floor.After a while, after sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground, he picked up the rag and wiped the dust in the Buddhist hall.

In a day, apart from chanting and paying homage to the Buddha, the old monk spent the rest of his time in this temple, chopping firewood, boiling water, cleaning, an ordinary day.

Shen Ma lived here for ten days, and every day he saw the old monk repeating what happened yesterday, almost without repetition.

On the morning of No.11, Shen Ma couldn't help asking: "Abbot, what's the point of doing things like sweeping the floor, chopping firewood, and boiling water repeatedly every day?"

The old monk stopped what he was doing, looked at the clay Buddha statue in the temple with deep eyes, and said, "Sweeping is sweeping, chopping firewood is chopping firewood, boiling water is boiling water, this is the way of poor monks. "

A thunderbolt flashed across Shen Ma's heart, shaking his heartstrings, breaking through a corner of the fog of the future, and seeing a bright light.

"This is the Tao?!"

(End of this chapter)