Huang Ting Xiandao

Chapter 671 144. By the river of forgetfulness, Cichan was forced to speak gatha
Zuo Ling smiled and said, "Then go down!"

The three of them flew down, and Shi Xiaolian asked curiously, "What treasures are there on this island?"

"Of course there are, at least there are volcanoes. Just one volcano can spew out a lot of things from the ground. Things like earth fire gold and fire marrow can be found in the crater." The little monk Cichan said .

"Then let's go to the crater." Shi Xiaolian said, and the three of them walked towards the highest peak on the island, but none of them noticed that mist had quietly risen on the ground. As the three walked, Zuo Ling suddenly felt wrong.

"It's not good, it disturbed the Five Elements Illusory Dragon Elephant!" Zuo Ling sighed, "It's also my fault, Xiao Lian is going to come down, she should be stopped, I just heard."

"Then let's go into the sky!" Shi Xiaolian said, and when the imperial weapon was about to fly, his face suddenly changed, "What's going on, we can't go into the sky!"

"It's useless. The five-element virtual dragon elephant is not consciously controlled, but it is born in illusion and reality. It can be said that we are in illusion at this moment." The little monk Cichan said.

The little monk Cichan didn't panic, he looked calm, seeing his calm look, Shi Xiaolian felt a little relieved, and said: "Then is there a way to break it?"

"Everything in the world is illusory. Some poets say that life is like a dream. In the Diamond Sutra, all conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and like electricity. Think of it as such. Maybe it is a good opportunity to experience the impermanence of the world. When you just When referring to your original mind, illusions are of no use to you." The little monk said with a serious face.

While they were talking, a big river appeared in front of them for some reason, the water was muddy yellow, and in the river, countless human heads could be vaguely seen rolling in it.

Shi Xiaolian was startled, what kind of river it was, and wanted to go to see it, Zuo Ling grabbed her: "This is Wangchuan, it can dissolve everything."

"Wang Chuan, isn't that in the underworld, why did it appear here?" Shi Xiaolian wondered, "Could it be a hallucination, if it's a hallucination, if I enter it, I should be fine."

"You can't enter, it's an illusion, yes, but illusions can also kill people, and dying under illusions is the same as dying normally." The little monk said with a serious face.

"Then what should I do, I can't get through." Shi Xiaolian said, and just as he was talking, a wooden plank flowed down from above, and there was a dead body beside it. When the little monk saw it, he recited a Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

With one hand, a golden light shot out from the palm, directly grabbing the wood in the river. With the golden light, the wood suddenly changed, and the river surged in. In a blink of an eye, a dilapidated wooden bridge stood on the river. A wooden bridge appeared on the bridge, and the little monk recited the Buddha's name again. Shi Xiaolian said in admiration: "You are really there, little monk, how did you do it?"

"In the illusion, a tree is a rest, but I refuse to believe it. I use the wood as a guide to make an illusion into a bridge. It's a pity that this is the only way to do it." The little monk Cichan clasped his hands together.

Shi Xiaolian didn't understand, Zuo Ling glanced at the little monk unexpectedly: "The Buddha said that the Buddha is the greatest illusionist, and the little monk is not bad."

The little monk scratched his bald head with his hands, and muttered in a low voice: "It seems that although those three old guys are unreliable, they can still be trusted sometimes."

"What?" Shi Xiaolian didn't hear clearly, the little monk Cichan laughed: "It's nothing, let's get on the bridge!"

After finishing speaking, he stepped onto the small bridge in one step. The small bridge can only be used by one person, and as soon as the little monk stepped onto the small bridge, the small bridge seemed to be unbearable, and it groaned and swayed.

"Is it okay? Little monk, I found that this small bridge seems to be overwhelmed, and it looks like it will collapse at any time. You are alone like this. Let's go up, okay?" Shi Xiaolian said worriedly.

Zuo Ling, on the other hand, urged Shi Xiaolian to get on the bridge in a serious manner. After she came, Shi Xiaolian went on the bridge in fear. Looking at the choppy river under his feet, it seemed that the skulls in the river were biting the bridge piers, creaking and creaking. The head came up along the bridge pier, Shi Xiaolian panicked, a piece of rotten wood fell under his feet, almost stepped on the ground, Huarong turned pale, Zuo Ling's voice sounded beside his ears: "Don't look down, follow the steps of Ci Chan .”

Zuo Ling's voice seemed to have a kind of magical power, Shi Xiaolian calmed down all of a sudden, followed Ci Chan's pace, seeing the opposite bank, looking back, she was so frightened that she almost cried out, Ci Chan turned her head and grabbed her , one step to the other side.

what did she seeIt turned out that she saw Zuo Ling walking step by step, and the moment she walked over, the bridge behind her collapsed silently, but Zuo Ling didn't seem to notice it.

But Zuo Ling went ashore unhurriedly, and said: "Sister Xiao Lian, a practitioner, the landslide is in front of your eyes and your heart is not moving. I told you to watch the little monk's steps, but you just want to turn back. Illusionists, born from the heart , The little monk Cichan opened up a channel with his will, everything is an illusion, you can’t see through it, if you follow it, your will will also be interfered, the more panic in your heart, the greater the interference.”

Shi Xiaolian suddenly realized, her face flushed, and she muttered, "Sister Zuoling, am I useless, even a little monk?"

Zuo Ling sighed: "You don't know how to be blessed when you are in the midst of blessings. Lu Ru's wife is originally from a magic sect and is good at tricking people spiritually. Teacher Mo Xian is a Taoist who also practices Buddhism. Your brother is a great master of the Taoist school." Reincarnation, you have a pure heart, you are stronger than the young monk in terms of combat power, but you are not as good as the young monk in terms of spiritual cultivation. But what you do is pure and natural, little monk, what is your origin?"

The little monk said with a bitter face: "You two fairy sisters, I don't have any Taoism. It's purely a coincidence. Those three immortals have made me suffer."

"You said those three masters had expected it long ago?" Zuo Ling said.

"Those three immortals, they can't say it well, pretending to be mysterious, and each of them gave the little monk a gatha, saying that the secret of heaven should not be revealed, and the little monk was also terrified." Fake.

"Which three gatha?" Shi Xiaolian asked curiously.

"Don't say it, don't say it, as soon as you say it, the secret will be messed up." The little monk Cichan said.

"You want to fight, tell me!" Shi Xiaolian made a gesture to fight.

"Don't hit me, I said, I said!" the little monk hugged his head and shouted, Zuo Ling just wanted to stop Shi Xiaolian, but he also stopped when he saw this, he wanted to listen.

"Youquan'er died with him, met Shiyan and flew alone;

Fly into the ice palace, and the three of them go to Beiming;
Dugu can't stop it, Yuanci hides the devil;
The river of forgetfulness is a bridge made of wood, and the golden body of the ghost follows;
Five colors and five elements, transforming into a dragon and elephant chasing;
When the sky collapses and the earth collapses, everything returns to everything. "

The little monk casually uttered a gatha that seemed like a poem but not a poem, Zuo Ling frowned, it was clear at a glance, but behind the Wangchuan Mucheng Bridge, he was thinking, Shi Xiaolian asked again: "What about the second gatha? "

(End of this chapter)