The back of his hands was wet with cold tears, and Ji Liao returned to Qingming Festival.

It is still in the ancient temple, but it is still wrapped in a faint and gentle light. The peace and harmony of the ancient temple cannot give Ji Liao warmth, and a tranquility that cannot be relieved lingers in his heart.

His life was really a long road, and as he walked, he might be the only one who left him.

Could it be that desolate and lonely is the predestined ending of his fate? Ji Liao felt sad, but he quickly stopped his tears and smiled happily, because there are many wonderful things in his life, and there are always some people or things that will not make him in vain.

Buddhism says that life is like a dream, and some people say, "It's like the morning dew, and the days are full of suffering." But those things that are deeply engraved are not something that can be carried by a false sentence.

He suddenly realized that the harvest of his trip was a forgotten commemoration.

The meaning of life lies in traces. Even if the world changes, even if history always repeats itself, there will always be some profound things that cannot be replaced by anything.

Those things are those who are obsessed with. They will recall at some point in their lives and tell themselves that you are still alive.

The concept of life and death became clearer in Ji Liao's mind, and this is the true way that runs through the lives of all living beings.

Ji Liao stood up and bowed to the cucumber. The cucumber emitted a bright golden Buddha light, shining on Ji Liao, making a crisp sound on his body, which was completely broken in his heart.

Turned into powder and blended into his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

The mystery emerged in Ji Liao's heart, and the essence of the wordless classic flowed through his heart like a trickle of water.

"Life is like a cocoon, breaking through the cocoon into emptiness, and being able to see nature is called emptiness. Emptiness is everywhere, subtle and colorless, like emptiness and water, cannot be seen by eyes, neither born nor destroyed, neither increasing nor decreasing, and is everywhere in the void, the foundation of all things..."

The foundation of the Emperor Sutra is Yin and Yang, the Heavenly Demon Sutra talks about virtuality and reality, while the Wordless Sutra talks about emptiness.

All three are supreme ways, and they will eventually be different. But they are not divided into good or bad. The so-called "get a fish and forget the sheng", and forget the words to achieve the goal, and the so-called means can be abandoned.

The depth of the great way is like the one that cannot be forgotten in life, it is always there.

Ji Liao realized more and more that the reason why the three supreme treasures can increase their popularity as their cultivation deepens, is that he still can't enjoy it all because the practice of the three supreme treasures is himself.

One is the Taoist sect, one is Bodhi, and one is the void.

These images are endless.

He was increasingly interested in seeing the source of the three supreme treasures, that is, the rumored stone tablet. Perhaps it was really a stone tablet that could transcend fate.

...

Deep in the demon world, under a towering stone tablet, a purple figure sat cross-legged on the edge of the demon pool. The demon pool was boundless, but only the reflection of her and the stone tablet. Apart from that, nothing else could take a picture on the demon pool.

The purple figure seemed to merge with the stone tablet, revealing the same aura.

Creation and destruction, hope and despair are all included in this breath.

The purple figure looked at his reflection and said leisurely: "Only you and I understand that fate is not destined."

"But you also understand how difficult it is to change your destiny." The reflection said calmly.

The purple figure smiled and said, "I know, but we are different."

Reflection said: "We are different."

The same answer means differently.

The purple figure said leisurely: "We are different from others, and we are different, and that person seems to be different."

The reflection said: "We are the sea, he is just a drop of water, but a sea cannot destroy a drop of water, so we cannot destroy him."

The purple figure said, "But it can be assimilated."

The reflection said lightly: "In fact, shouldn't we pay more attention to the other two people than him? One has the inheritance of the Taoist Dao who once hurt us, and the other is even more amazing. He was born in the final luck of the Immortal Dao. In any case, once they become climate, it will be our trouble. The threat they can cause in the future is far greater than those things that survive."

The purple figure said, "That's enough to find them. Instead of worrying about the future, it's better to solve the things that are lingering in front of you."

What they are talking about is the Pure Land of All Great and Small in the Demon Realm. For monks, Pure Land means immortality, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and many good things. But for the Demon Realm, Pure Land is the cancer in the Demon Realm, sin, and filth.

...

Ji Liao not only interpreted the essence of the wordless classic, but also created some indescribable connection with the ancient temple.

Now he can appear in the previously collapsed void with thoughts, and then he can return to the ancient temple. The ancient temple is isolated from the world and is a natural place of refuge.

In the future, he encounters unpredictable dangers, and in addition to fighting for his life, he has another choice.

I think it won't be so easy to die in the future.

Although he is not afraid of death, it is of course the best way to stay away from death.

The ancient temple should be the Pure Land left by a certain Bodhisattva or Buddha, and it has stood in the underworld for a long time, which shows the power of that Buddhist power.

Ji Liao even guessed that the Buddhist master might have foreseen that he would enter the ancient temple. After all, he could have a vague perception of the future. He must be a stronger existence and his prediction of the future will be clearer.

Unfortunately, that Buddhist master did not leave any thoughts or shadows, otherwise Ji Liao could have asked about the matters of immortals and Buddhas. He had never seen a real immortals and Buddhas in the end.

Actually, I haven’t seen it before. The White Bone Tathagata can also count it, but that guy is an enemy and not a friend.

Ji Liao doesn't want to see that guy again for the time being, after all, he doesn't want to die again.

The emergence of the White Bone Tathagata also made Ji Liao truly realize how long the road to practice will be.

Of course, monks really can't just say anything. In the void, a middle-aged monk floated up on a pure lotus. There was a platform-like Qingyun on his head, and there was a stream of air hanging like a pearl curtain around him. A golden Buddha lamp was lit on the Qingyun. In the light, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas could be vaguely projected into it.

Even though this monk was extraordinary, Ji Liao remained calm when he bet on the monk.

"I am a monk who has seen fellow Taoists." The monk's voice was as crisp and moving as pearls fell and jade fell.

It can be said that if he preached in a city on earth, just by relying on this voice, it would be more effective than a lotus blooming, and would definitely make people empty, cause sensation, and make many people feel like they are in the Buddha's heart.

Ji Liao asked slowly, "I am Ji Liao, I wonder what the master has to teach you?"

I was secretly surprised to see Ji Liao calmly.

The technique he practiced is called the Gods and Buddhas Transformation in the Heavens. There are twelve levels. He is only sixty years old this year and has already practiced to the ninth level. Looking at the history of our master's college, he is one of the few existences. Moreover, he is also the youngest of the people who practiced the Gods and Buddhas Transformation in the Heavens to the ninth level. In time, it is unquestionable to enter the tenth level that has never been seen before.

Moreover, the magic power of the gods and Buddhas in the heavens will not only increase by one level of diligence, but will also reflect the unique temperament of the gods and Buddhas in the practitioners.

At the beginning, this temperament was not obvious, but the more you went to the end, the stronger the temperament. When you practiced to the ninth level, the temperament of gods and Buddhas on your body could almost be comparable to that of real gods and Buddhas. Even if you are a qi refiner with a high level of cultivation or a great demon who lies in the world, you will be shocked by his temperament of gods and Buddhas when you see him.

But when Ji Liao saw him, there was nothing unusual. In Benyin's eyes, Ji Liao seemed even more unfathomable.

He didn't know that Ji Liao had seen people like the White Bone Tathagata and others who were not scared, so he would naturally not be shocked by the temperament of gods and Buddhas on his body.
Chapter completed!