Chapter 528: Dream without form
Xu He opened his eyes. A long retreat was over. There was only a dim space left in the room. The gray walls were replaced by mottled soil. In front of him was no longer the door of the wing, but dirt.
He has been buried in the earth.
It’s not that he died. After realizing my Buddha, Xu He felt that the world was vast and he no longer had the so-called five declines of heaven and man. His life span was endlessly extended.
Perhaps not endless, but at least a thousand years.
Xu He dug up the soil, and when he saw the sun again, he saw lush flowers, plants and trees, and his temple had disappeared.
And the friend's bones have long been turned into a handful of loess, and only from the residual spiritual energy in the soil, the place of burial can still be determined.
“Amitabha.”
Xu He lowered his head and chanted a Dharma chant.
With a wave of his hand, the soil was shaped, the trees moved, and in an instant a small temple reappeared.
Just as it was back then.
The next day, the fallen leaves in the forest floated to the door, and the old monk picked up the broom to clean them again.
More than ten years passed like this, Xu He suddenly wanted to go out for a look, so he went out.
After 10 years of wandering in the world of trivial matters and spiritual practice, sects were reshuffled and dynasties changed. Thousands of years have passed. Except for those sects with long heritage, most sects can only last for three generations before declining.
Many even died in the second generation.
If a powerful man at the founder level leaves, he will soon disappear in the long river of history.
Xu He finally visited the Shangqing Palace, and the contemporary head received him.
“What does this master do?”
"I once had an old friend named Li Shengxian. It has been a thousand years, and I miss him very much when I think of him again. I wonder if there is an old friend or disciple in the Shangqing Palace?"
Xu He asked.
Thousands of years are enough to kill most people, but inheritance can last for tens of thousands of years, and a thousand years is not too long for inheritance.
I remember that Li Shengxian had several Taoist companions, but I don’t know if there are any descendants.
The current head of the Shangqing Palace was stunned for a long time. Xu He was a little surprised. Is it possible that no one knew the name of his old friend in just a thousand years?
"Li Shengxian..." the headmaster thought for a moment, "There is indeed such a senior in the sect, but I don't have a deep impression of him. There should be records in the classics."
Then the head of the Shangqing Palace took Xu He to look through the records, and indeed found traces of Li Shengxian, including only a few descriptions.
Even though Xu He was a little dissatisfied, he said, "Brother Li was so elegant back then, but now it's only been a thousand years, so why are there only a few strokes left?"
"Well... maybe the classics collected in the door have been lost. After all, the Shangqing Palace has been passed down for tens of thousands of years and can be traced back to the ancient times. There are too many powerful seniors. But if it has only been a thousand years, there should be some in the Gongfa Pavilion. There is a record.”
The head of the contemporary Shangqing Palace took him to the Gongfa Pavilion again.
Generally speaking, exercises are the easiest to pass on because there will always be people learning them.
Life stories and the like, unless you are an extremely expert or a person with great merits, generally speaking, they will disappear after thousands of years.
It is rare for Li Shengxian to have only a few strokes left over a thousand years.
In the Gongfa Pavilion, the two of them searched for several months but could not find one.
"this…"
“Is this how the Shangqing Palace treats my friend?”
Xu He's eyes moved slightly. Although he was dissatisfied, he had never been truly angry.
Finally turned into a sigh.
“That’s all, let me help him write a book, a life story and a skill.”
The two of them often discussed Taoism together in the past. Their ideas on Taoism were very similar, as if they were teachers from the same school. This also established a profound friendship between them, and it is difficult to find such Taoist friends in the world.
Xu He picked up the pen and wrote down the three characters Li Shengxian, and then began to write about his life.
Having written less than a hundred words, his whole body was wet with sweat, as if he had experienced a war.
Xu He then wanted to write down the thunder method they discussed, but could not write a single word. Whenever the tip of the pen touched the paper, it seemed that the ink on the hair was like thousands of mountains.
Why?
He finally left full of doubts, because for some reason there was always an indescribable heaviness that enveloped his heart in Shangqing Palace.
Back to the small temple, I finally felt relaxed.
Xu He was sure that he could not go down the mountain.
In the same year, a sapling grew inexplicably in the courtyard.
He called it Bodhi.
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Four thousand years old.
The Bodhi tree is already three meters high and looks like an ordinary pine tree. It always emits a soft light and envelopes the entire small temple.
In this light, Xu He felt unprecedented peace of mind and relaxation. At this time, every step he took outside felt like he was carrying a mountain.
And this feeling of heaviness becomes heavier the more people he comes into contact with.
Suddenly one day, Bodhi spoke.
“Xu He.”
Xu He was sweeping the floor. He just raised his head and said, "The old man's name is always hidden."
Bodhi said: "Xu He is given by a supreme being and is the basis of your existence. Without this name, you will disappear in an instant."
Having said that, Bodhi was silent no more.
The next time I spoke was a year later.
The Bodhi tree recounted the last topic: "You need to hold on to the two words of Xu and He at all times. Only by holding on to these two words can you transfer the cause and effect of your existence to the supreme being. Only he can bear it for you. "
"who is he?"
Xu He asked. Another year has passed since this question.
"I can't say, but he will be born in 50,000 years." A ray of light fell from the Bodhi tree, and a dim yellow fruit fell, half buried among the fallen leaves.
"Although you are a human race, you are not a normal human race. If you eat this spiritual fruit, you will transform into an innate being and travel backwards for fifty thousand years to meet him."
"Since we need that being to bear the cause and effect, wouldn't it be the opposite of changing our human race?" Xu He was not completely ignorant.
He knew that he was trapped in the so-called chess game of the Supreme Being and had no room for resistance, but there was no need to resist.
Xu He even felt that this kind of thing was natural.
With a little thought, you can understand that maybe you are one of the incarnations. In this case, why do you need to listen to Bodhi's words?
They come, the security.
It was enough for him to mediocrely practice Buddhism and chant sutras throughout his life, without any worries or pain. Now that the Buddha's path is complete and you understand the true meaning of my Buddha, what else do you want?
Bodhi said: "You are not a real living being yet."
This time Bodhi Tree said two words, Xu He thought that his power or some kind of interference was stronger. Xu He then tried to cut down the tree, but to no avail after decades of trying.
Bodhi revived again. The tree grew 10 times taller, and there was an extra face in the middle, saying: "It seems you don't believe me."
“I believe it, but it’s not necessary.” Xu He swept the floor as usual.
“A long time ago, I would vaguely dream of some memories. In the ordinary world, I was a house slave, then a barefoot doctor, and then a rebel..."
"Now, I have lived for 4,000 years. These 4,000 years are not as long as those decades. An old friend described me as a zombie, confused and ignorant of the future."
“You are just like him.”
The Bodhi tree has some familiar shadows.
Transparent and transcendent.
If the other party is an ordinary person, then if you are infected with his aura, even if you can be regarded as a great person, it will not have good results in the end.
Mortal strength cannot lift the spirit of a saint.
So Xu He lost in his previous life and was destined to lose from the beginning.
If you are a cultivator and are infected with a ray of immortal energy, you will be as successful as you are now.
Xu He is not the incarnation of Li Changsheng. He can only be regarded as a hair or a thought grown by the other party.
What Panhu has to do now is to get him out.
As for how to withdraw?
It is very simple and does not require much skill. You only need to tell the other party one thing.
Li Changsheng is far more than Buddhism and Taoism.
The Bodhi tree fell into silence again.
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a thousand years.
Xu Hegu calculated this way, but he actually did not live that long. Since I have been completely isolated from the outside world, without any communication, time has become meaningless.
During this period, he is still studying Buddhism, and his cultivation is still improving. Step by step, the ancient holy king can become my Buddha at the peak.
Suddenly one day.
A woman walked in outside the door. She had gray hair, a tired face, and a look of death.
The old monk looked up and saw the woman smiling and said, "Donor Muyu, how are you doing lately?"
Muyu, this is the name given by the old monk. It doesn't have any special meaning, it's just that the other person changed into a wooden fish, and then the homophony was chosen considering its identity.
The creatures in heaven and earth have no gender, but all things are divided into yin and yang.
Mu Yu smiled lightly and said: "Master, I haven't seen you for a long time. Is it possible that the gods and humans are failing?"
“I have attained enlightenment and can live for tens of thousands of years, but there is no danger of my life. The reasons are quite complicated and cannot be revealed.”
Xu He shook his head, and suddenly a feeling of fatigue and heaviness came over him, as if his time was moving again at this moment.
Mu Yu did not go into details and said: "Master, I am carrying evil energy, can it be cured?"
"Yes." Xu He nodded without thinking. From the moment she entered the door, she noticed that there was an evil aura under the thick death aura of the other party.
“But before that, can you tell me where the evil spirit comes from?”
"I heard that there is a underworld in the far west, and there is an opportunity to become a saint, so I spent thousands of years setting foot in the underworld. In the end, I didn't see any of them, but I was injured all over." Mu Yu replied.
Her reasons are rare and common among the strong, and people like her are like a carp crossing the river. The end of the strong is either death in battle or death in search of a breakthrough.
Very few people die of old age. "Amitabha, I will do my best to help the donor. But there is one thing I want to tell you. Even if you are rescued, you may not live long, no more than 100 years."
A few years later, Mu Yu turned into a piece of yellow-brown jade.
Mu Yu, died.
Xu He's eyes widened slightly and he couldn't understand why this was happening.
Bodhi Tree spoke again: "My magical power is not as good as the heavens. The years here are all in the past, and Mu Yu's death has long been doomed."
“If you want to turn fiction into reality, there is only one way.”
“What method?”
Xu He asked.
When he asked this question, he had already undergone an irreversible transformation.
“In fifty thousand years, the Buddha you are talking about will be born. Then you only need to kill him or influence him. You will seize great opportunities and even become him.”
“Not allowed.”
Xu He shook his head and buried Mu Yu well.
Bodhi Tree said again: "Your current cultivation level can determine where to place a piece of jade. It cannot cause any trouble and has no cause and effect."
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It’s autumn again.
The Bodhi tree asked: "Can you learn the true meaning of Buddhism?"
“Amitabha, my Buddha is perfect.” Xu He answered without hesitation.
“Buddha is only one, one-tenth of him.”
Bodhi left these words and regained his composure again. The old monk was left alone, stunned in place, and did not move for a long time.
I, Buddha, am just one of them?
Just one of them?
Xu He's emotions were like a volcano erupting at this moment, and thousands of thoughts were rushing through him, including shock, disbelief, greed, anger and ignorance.
When Li Shengxian died, he had no trouble because it was human nature.
Although Mu Yu was powerless when she died, this path was her own choice, and she should not force her fate.
But Buddhism alone, the thing that Xu He Qiongji pursued throughout his life, was the only thing that he could not deal with calmly.
His body was shaking violently, and something seemed to be gestating deep in the spiritual platform. It was a yoke, a yoke as thin as spider silk.
Xu He discovered that he was unusual after the appearance of Bodhi. It was as if he was not contained by heaven and earth, and his existence was not revealed to heaven.
At the same time, deep in the spiritual platform, there is a "shackles".
He called it that for the time being, because the shackles had no coercive force. If he had even a tiny bit of resistance, he could cut it off.
Maybe he can become a living being, maybe he 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 him now.
He has already realized that I am Buddha. Buddha has thousands of faces, and perhaps he is one of them.
But suddenly, someone told themselves that I, the Buddha, was only one-tenth of that existence. I am not "me" but a part of me.
What kind of Buddha is the rest?
click.
With a crisp sound, Xu He suddenly came back to his senses, feeling an indescribable sense of relief all over his body.
The Bodhi tree opened its eyes again and said happily: "You have become half a living being. If you could break away from the past years, you might have achieved a lot. But it is a pity that you are no longer him, except for your name. No connection.”
Xu He is dead, and the person in front of him is no longer the Xu He he once was.
“Why?”
“If a hair falls to the ground, is he considered a human being?”
The Bodhi tree fell into silence again. I wonder when it will wake up next?
This place, this person, this thing, this thing is the first time since the beginning of the world. This is the first time Panhu has used the Law 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 fussing, silently picking up the scriptures handed down from the Bodhi tree many years ago
"Xiaowu Lei Zhengfa"
Boom!
There was a loud roar of thunder.
Xu He was sitting cross-legged on the ground practicing, and suddenly one day he understood the thunder method, and a familiar feeling came to his heart.
In the past, what he cultivated and realized was not the heaven and the earth, but my Buddha. A Buddha who is invisible, intangible, and indescribable but really exists.
He thought it was Buddha, but it was not.
A person, a vague figure.
For twenty thousand years, the small temple remained motionless.
Thirty thousand years ago, thunder fell from the sky and struck the Bodhi tree.
Xu He was affected by one of the thunderbolts. The thunder tore his body, half of his body was scorched black, and he was almost broken at the waist.
Forty thousand years, Xu He could no longer travel or take a single step.
Fifty thousand years ago, a dim glow wiped away the small temple, and Xu He had already escaped into the void with the help of Bodhi.
He stands in nothingness, is not in the five elements, and does not enter reincarnation.
This is Panhu's method of escaping into the years.
“There are still a thousand years.” The Bodhi tree’s voice was weak, and its light became dimmer.
“Are we going to die?”
Xu He looked forward. He had improved his cultivation through Bodhi preaching and was only one step away from establishing a dojo. However, such cultivation has long exceeded his own limit, so he was forcibly promoted to this level.
Bodhi also said that he had a high foundation, otherwise it would be impossible for others to practice to such an extent.
He saw a blurry figure from behind a thousand years later.
He raised his hand to look for it, but it turned out to be thousands of mountains.
One thousand, this thousand years is a hurdle that he will never be able to overcome.
“Perhaps.”
Panhu appeared, and with this step he completely entered the game, advancing time another 500 years.
Five hundred years later, there is an additional dynasty in the world, just like 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 powerful people is to pursue the great road.
But it is different. It is established in history and no one can touch it.
Thousands of dynasties before were all castles of sand, now they are adamantite.
Because a supreme being will be born in this dynasty, even if it is only slightly involved, it is enough to be remembered by history and unshakable by the years.
Rumble.
The sky and the earth shook, and a vague figure came through the air, another supreme being.
Xu He couldn't see through the other person at all.
Dayu Yansheng lowered his voice and said, "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 try.
Because this is indeed an opportunity.
The incarnation of Dayu Yansheng was integrated into Panhu, and history advanced for another three hundred years.
A Qingshui village appeared with sparse and ordinary names. Half of the names of villages built along rivers are related to water.
Boom!
A clear light broke through the long river of history and continued to advance history in place of Dayu Yansheng.
The power of heaven, Tao Zun.
Two hundred years. One hundred and thirty years. Ten years and one year.
Panhu's seven orifices began to bleed, the spiritual platform began to break, and the formless Taoist fruit of immortality also began to shake.
He didn’t cry because of the scar, but he smiled because he was so close to that figure.
“I have traveled against the current for 50,000 years just to do this. 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 saying this, when Xu He came back to his senses, he had already landed outside Qingshui Village, less than a hundred steps away from the village.
Looking back into the void, he only saw the last fallen leaf of the Bodhi tree, but there were three supreme beings who promoted him and sent him to the time when "my Buddha" was born.
Xu He stepped forward. Every step he took seemed like thousands of mountains were pressing down on him, and every inch of his flesh and soul was trembling.
“The Buddha is right in front of you.”
Running without hesitation, even if your cultivation is ruined, even if your body is broken.
See the birth of my Buddha!
Suddenly a baby's cry was heard in the village, and the immortal way was born.
A highway appears, one person walks alone, and no one else is allowed.
Xu He turned into bubbles as the sound appeared. Three figures behind him wanted to save him, but in the end they themselves were also involved, and suddenly fell into the undercurrent of the tsunami.
Any struggle seems futile.
Poof!
Panhu vomited out most of his life force with a mouthful of blood. The holy blood dripped onto the chessboard. He struggled to support his body and looked up to the front.
Hope he can make some changes.
Li Yi was as unmoving as a rock. Facing the three Wu Xiang's attacks, he just said a word.
“Do you all like to dream?”
Panhu fainted completely.
(End of this chapter)