Zhutian Avenue

"you......"

The messy hair on the shop floor was blown up, and Lin Qianlong stood up, a red flame suddenly appeared in his hollow eyes:

"It's you!"

Lin Qianlong's heart was shaken, as if he was hit by thunder, his mind suddenly returned to a few years ago.

That day, the Taoist stood in front of him in the same way, looking at him calmly, with only one glance, the anger in his heart, unwilling to melt away.

In the end, he just bowed his head cowardly, speechless.

"Several years later, when someone comes here and walks along with him, all the grievances will be wiped out..."

In a daze, the voices I heard a few years ago surged in my heart again.

Lin Qianlong was so lucky that he half worshipped to the ground, and he couldn't help but let out a long neigh.

Like a snake, like a dragon, like a horse.

"this is......"

Gautama was startled slightly, and there was also a subtle feeling in his mind, no one could see, the mark of the ‘swastika’ slowly turned again.

It seemed that a vast ancient voice sounded in his heart, and it seemed that someone had left a mark or trace on this person that only oneself could capture.

Someone seems to want to tell myself something.

Hum~

As the sound waves flowed down, Gautama's heart trembled, and he seemed to see the boundless light and shadow circulating in his heart.

In a daze, he seemed to see another himself in this endless light and shadow, a plausible himself.

In the light and shadow, one’s own talents are vertical and horizontal, the writing will be written, and the martial arts will be used...

Weak crown and enlightenment, feel the many sufferings of life, old age, sickness, death, etc., abandon dignity, and practice enlightenment...

Looking at the specious other self, Gautama was moved.

He watched his ‘self’ practice literary and martial arts, watched himself travel across the world, traveled all over the world, and felt the world.

Seeing ‘self’ ascend to the sixth heavenly fault, and even more into the realms to seek ‘enlightenment’.

I have seen my life.

I saw life and death!

It was a snow-covered mountain top, sitting under a linden tree for seven years, and finally became a fruit.

It was the day when the demon came, and the calamities came, and they grew up under the Bodhi tree, and the golden lotus bloomed in the place where they fell. After walking to seven steps, the golden body is achieved, and it points to the sky and the earth, long chanting:

‘Heaven and earth, I am the only one! ’

He saw the shock of the four continents, the boiling of the seas, the howling of thousands of beasts, the dance of ghosts, the look of the gods, the imperial court above the nine heavens swayed...

He saw the dragon gate of the South China Sea opened wide, there were thousands of dragons, and the holy dragon looked down...

He saw the muddy ground, the blood was blasting into the sky, and the **** Asura danced wildly and wept...

I also saw the sacred place of Xumi in the west, and the light of Buddha went straight to the bullfight...

He saw the Burning Saint from the outside world come to the world, saying that he was in the past, and Xu Qi was ‘the supreme enlightened one who dominates the present’...

I have also seen that the ‘self’ under the Bodhi tree on the top of the snowy mountain, pushes the concession of the burning holy, rejects the edict of the imperial court, is not invited by the great demon god, and does not worship the heavenly saint who descended...

When all the saints come, give the final lectures for all the disciples, then go back under the Bodhi tree, rest on the right side with a pillow in your hand, and mutter to yourself, ‘I would rather perish forever than perish from the saints’.

Enron into Nirvana...

In the end, there seemed to be mountains in the light and shadow, and the angle of view changed into a mountain, a mountain.

The Taoist sat on the mountain with his back facing away, as if looking at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, without seeing his face, he saw long hair hanging down his shoulders, and felt that his breath was erratic and vast, as vast as the sky.

"That is....."

Gautama's heart shook, and the man turned around.

boom!

There seems to be a thunderstorm.

At this moment, Gautama only felt that everything had disappeared and all the sights had faded. Only the figure of Tai Chi on the Taoist robe on the man's chest was spinning vigorously.

"swastika!"

Gautama was in a trance, the shadow of the violent rotation of the Taiji diagram, like the "swastika" that followed him for many years.

This man...

expensive!

The expressions of many people inside and outside the Long Street changed, and a layer of scarlet secret light surged from the body of the broken-legged beggar.

In the next instant, the brilliance faded.

The beggar with long hair is no longer seen, and replaced by a divine spirit foal with red hair on the sideburns and two feet tall on the shoulders!

It resembles a horse but has horns, like a snake but has hoofs, and if a dragon has no scales, with a long hiss, all those who hear this sound only feel a tremor in their minds and bodies.

"What happened? Then, how did that beggar become a horse?"

"Where is the horse? It's clearly a dragon blood monster!"

"Good guy, who is that yellow-haired boy? Turning people into horses?"

......

Inside and outside the Long Street, in the nearby attic restaurants, all the people who saw this scene were in an uproar, and they looked at each other in amazement.

"This, this is..."

Among the crowd, Zhulong's pupils, who had been waiting and watching, couldn't help but shrank, and his heart shook violently.

At this moment, even a person of his level did not find any signs. If he hadn't personally experienced it, he wouldn't even be able to tell that Ryoma was originally alone!

It's like, it's a dragon horse!

Turning that ‘虺’ into a horse, he, what is he going to do?

Zhulong's heart trembled wildly, and he couldn't help looking back at Shouyang Mountain, his eyes full of surprise and dread.

You must know that Yao is the ‘Emperor’s Ten Thousand Guards’, an immortal demons that descends from the sky, and his temperament is unparalleled, and it is difficult to surrender.

There were many great gods who wanted to subdue this demon back then, but Buddhas were not a few, but they all ended in failure. At this time, this great demon actually crawled in front of an ordinary young man.

The sophistication of this method is no longer the original spirit, and even the handwork that ordinary good fortune can have.

And what made him even more horrified was that Dao Hongxuan accepted such a great demon and gave it to such a little guy. What was he going to do?

"what's happening?"

Jomo Ke was even more confused, and he didn't come back to his senses until his son got on the weird dragon horse.

"Dharma!"

Jomo Ke was shocked, and he was about to hold the horse's head when he raised his hand.

"expensive!"

Ryoma hissed, a mouthful, and his fine and ferocious teeth had been bitten down.

"Don't be rude!"

On the horse's back, Gautama gradually returned to his senses, raised his hand and knocked on the horse's head, stopping the movement of the dragon horse.

"Dharma?"

Jomo Ke breathed a sigh of relief, surprised: "This horse?"

"This horse..."

Gautama stopped talking, and finally shook his head: "Father, don't panic, this horse is very good to ride, very good..."

The memory in his heart was surging, the light and shadow changed, even with his state of mind, it was difficult to calm down for a while.

He was surprised that someone could see his own birth, old age, sickness, and death, and he was also puzzled by that person's purpose for allowing himself to see all this.

"It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, let's go and see the ancestor."

Jomoco knew that his son didn't tell the truth, but he didn't ask, he only glanced at the crowd around him and frowned.

Gautama nodded, and with a thought, Ryoma under his seat had already stepped out of the city gate.

Many pedestrians left a lot of discussion.

"This boy..."

Looking at the father and son going away, Zhulong did not catch up, but remembered this scene deeply in his heart.

......

Below Shouyang Mountain, several official roads are wide and horizontally wide, and the once wild land has been repaired extremely smooth and tidy, and the vegetation beside the road is quite straight.

Since then, I can see the Taoist temple on the top of Shouyang Mountain surrounded by verdant green, and in the faint, I can still hear the sound of Taoism.

"teacher....."

When Jomoco's mind was complicated, Ryoma made a long hiss behind him and stopped moving forward.

Qiao Mo Ke looked back in surprise, but saw that his son turned over and got off his horse, took a step forward, knelt down in front of him, and respectfully squatted his head.

"Dharma?"

Jomoco's heart jumped, and a touch of anxiety rose, and he raised his hand to help his son: "What are you doing?"

"Father's teaching, Bodhidharma will never forget..."

Gautama looked respectful, slightly complicated, but indifferent, and kowtow again: "The Confucian has a saying, parents are here, don't travel far, and Damo is going to say goodbye to them today..."

"Farewell? Where are you going?"

Jomoko felt more uneasy, holding his son's arm tightly, and categorically refused: "No, no! You have no cultivation skills, and you won't walk far, I'm afraid you will be killed if you don't."

"What my father said is bad, and my child is just unrepaired. The children taught by my father a few years ago, "The Great Dragon Elephant," the World Dao of the Great Spirit Town, and the "Ten Thousand Four Tribulations of the Heart", can all be remembered by the children... .."

Gautama knocked on his head nine times before he got up under the support of his father, and the complex color flashed by.

The sea of ​​mind for a moment is certainly not enough to cause earth-shaking changes in his mood cultivation.

It is suspicious that he has witnessed his own "life and death", and his mood is also difficult to calm. He has a heart to travel far, but he does not escape, but wants to verify what he sees.

"you......"

Seeing that Gautama has decided to go, UU reading www. uukahnshu.com Qiao Mo Ke also had to sigh: "Go tell your mother, right? She will be worried."

"Trouble my father, give it to the mother for the child, my sister said it..."

Gautama shook his head.

"At least, go to see the Patriarch, right? It's all at the door..."

Jomoco had a headache.

He knew that his son had a firm heart, and whose child could not speak for more than ten years because he didn't want to talk?

I'm afraid he can't dispel his decision.

But I was thinking about going up the mountain to see the teacher and let the teacher teach the child, so even if he travels far, I feel more at ease.

"Patriarch..."

Gautama raised his head to look at Shouyang Mountain, faintly, as if seeing the Taoist figure in the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

The Taoist didn't seem to have any concealment, but he recognized it at a glance, appeared in his own heart, and told himself all this Taoist.

It is the patriarch who has never veiled his face...

"Would you like to see him?"

Gautama was slightly moved and impulsive, but after thinking about it, he shook his head and refused:

"Baby doesn't want to see Patriarch at this time, Patriarch, maybe he also thinks about his long journey..."

Having said that, he flicked his sleeves and bowed to his father again, without looking at his face, he stepped forward and turned on his horse.

With a long hiss, Ryoma ran towards the distance.

"Dharma..."

Jomoco's heart trembled, and he wanted to stop, but he dropped his arm.

People can stop, how can the heart stop?

He sighed for a long time before turning around to look at Shouyang Mountain and stepping up.

Just thinking about his son's abnormal behavior and what he said before, but he was more complicated in his heart.

"Teacher, is that you?"