When Li Shengxian died, he was not moved at all, because it was a normal human emotion.
Although we were powerless to do anything when Mu Yu died, this was a path she chose herself. Don't force it if it is not destined.
But Buddhism, the thing Xu He had been pursuing all his life, was the only thing he could not remain calm about.
His body was shaking violently, and it seemed as if something was brewing deep in his mind. It was a shackle, a shackle as thin as a spider's silk.
After Bodhi appeared, Xu He discovered his own abnormality after searching. It seemed that he was not accepted by the heaven and earth, and his existence was not revealed to the heaven.
At the same time, deep in the spiritual realm, there is a "shackle".
He called it that for the time being, because the shackles had no coercive power. He could break it if he showed even the slightest resistance.
Maybe I can become a living being, maybe I can integrate into this world.
But it's not necessary.
Voluntariness is the most unbreakable shackle, and Xu He doesn’t think there is anything wrong with himself now.
He has already understood my Buddha. Buddha has thousands of faces, and perhaps he is one of them.
But suddenly, someone told himself that my Buddha is only one tenth of that existence. My Buddha is not "me", but a part.
Then what kind of Buddha is left?
Click.
Accompanied by a crisp sound, Xu He suddenly came back to his senses, and an indescribable sense of relief emanated from his whole body.
The Bodhi tree opened its eyes again and said with relief: "You have become half a living being. If you can escape from the past, you may achieve great success. But unfortunately, you are no longer him. There is no connection between you except the name."
Xu He is dead, and the person in front of him is no longer the same Xu He.
"Why?"
"If one hair falls to the ground, is he still a human being?"
The Bodhi tree fell into silence again. I wonder when it will wake up next time?
This place, this person, this thing, this event, all of them are the first since the creation of the world. This is the first time Panhu has used the Way of Time to such an extent. The pressure he has endured is immeasurable, and the consequences are even more unpredictable.
Xu He was silent for a long time, neither crying nor making a fuss, silently picking up the scriptures passed down from the Bodhi tree many years ago.
The Little Five Thunders
There was a loud thunder.
Xu He was sitting cross-legged on the ground practicing, when suddenly one day he comprehended the power of thunder, and a familiar feeling came to his heart.
In the past, what he realized through his practice was not the heaven and earth, but the Buddha, a Buddha that cannot be seen, touched, described, but exists.
He thought he was Buddha, but he wasn't.
A person, a blurry figure.
For 20,000 years, the small temple remained motionless.
Every thirty thousand years, thunder from the sky would strike the Bodhi tree.
Xu He was hit by one of the thunderbolts, the lightning tore his flesh apart, half of his body was charred, and he was almost broken in half.
For forty thousand years, Xu He could no longer travel, not even a single step out.
Fifty thousand years later, a dim glow wiped out the small temple, and Xu He had already disappeared into the void with the help of Bodhi.
He stands in nothingness, is not in the five elements, and does not enter reincarnation.
This was the method Panhu used to escape into time.
"Another thousand years." The Bodhi tree's voice was weak, and its light was getting dimmer.
"Are we going to die?"
Xu He looked forward. He had been taught by Bodhi and his cultivation had reached a higher level. He was only one step away from establishing a temple. However, his cultivation had already exceeded his limit, and he was forced to be promoted to this level.
Bodhi also said that he had a great foundation, otherwise it would be impossible for others to cultivate to such a level.
He saw a blurry figure a thousand years later.
He raised his hand to pursue, but all he saw were thousands of mountains.
One thousand years is a hurdle he can never cross.
"perhaps."
Panhu showed up, and with this step he was completely involved in the game, pushing the time forward another 500 years.
Five hundred years later, a new dynasty emerged in the mortal world, just like the countless dynasties in the past tens of thousands of years.
They are all subordinates of the immortal sect, and the final destination of the capable and strong people is to pursue the great way.
But it is different, it stands in history and no one can move it.
Thousands of dynasties before were sand castles, but now they are fine gold and stone.
Because a supreme being will be born in this dynasty, even if it is just slightly related, it is enough to be remembered by history and unshakable over time.
Rumble.
The heaven and earth shook, and a vague figure stepped into the air, another supreme being.
Xu He couldn't see through the other party at all.
Dayu Yansheng lowered his voice and asked, "Can it be done?"
Panhu said: "He won't stop me. This is my only chance."
"." Dayu Yansheng was silent for a while, and then decided to give it a push.
Because this is indeed an opportunity.
The incarnation of Dayu Yansheng merged into Panhu, and history advanced another three hundred years.
A clear water village appeared, with a few ordinary names. Half of the names of the villages built along the river were related to water.
Boom!
A ray of clear light broke through the long river of history and continued to advance history on behalf of Dayu Yansheng.
The power of heaven, the Tao is supreme.
Two hundred years. One hundred years. Thirty years. Ten years. One year.
Panhu's seven orifices began to bleed, his spiritual platform began to break, and his immortal and formless Taoist fruit also shook.
He didn't cry for the scars, but smiled because of the back that was so close to him.
"I went against the current for 50,000 years just for this one move. How magnificent!"
"what do I do?"
Xu He was confused, and Panhu replied: "Do you know how crazy it is to seek the truth?"
After he finished speaking, when Xu He came to his senses, he had already landed outside Qingshui Village, less than a hundred steps away from the village.
He looked back into the void and saw only the last fallen leaf of the Bodhi tree, but in the dark, there were three supreme beings who recommended him and sent him to the time when "my Buddha" was born.
Xu He took a step forward. Every step he took felt as if thousands of mountains were pressing down on him. Every inch of his flesh and soul was trembling.
“The Buddha is before our eyes.”
He ran wildly regardless of everything, even if his cultivation was wasted and his body collapsed.
Audience, audience! Audience the birth of our Buddha!
Suddenly, the sound of a baby crying was heard in the village, and then the path to immortality came into being.
A road appeared, and one person walked alone, leaving no room for others.
As the sound appeared, Xu He turned into foam. Three figures behind him wanted to save him, but in the end they were also swept in and suddenly fell into the undercurrent of the tsunami.
Any struggle seemed futile.
Panhu spat out most of his vitality in a mouthful of blood, and the holy blood dripped onto the chessboard. He struggled to support his body and looked forward.
I hope he can change a little bit.
Li Yi stood still like a rock. Facing the attacks of the three Wuxiang, he just said something lightly.
"Do you all like to dream?"
Panhu fainted completely.
(End of this chapter)
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