"I see."
Standing in the sea breeze, Patriarch Xuanyin stroked his thinning hair lightly, and sighed, "It's really unfair."
Cao Yuan was originally the strongest in the Chaotian Continent, he cultivated into a golden body, he also got the immortal energy in Jingyang's body, and he also learned the Soul Fire Control... How can he fight this
"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."
Cao Yuan said to him: "As long as you want, you can cultivate a golden body at any time."
This is what persuasion means.
"That's too bitter, and I've always thought it didn't make sense."
Patriarch Xuanyin said: "If you can become a Buddha in this way, don't you have to pick up the butcher's knife first?"
Cao Yuan thought for a while and said, "It seems that this statement is really unreasonable, so I take it back."
Patriarch Xuanyin laughed and said, "I've never seen such an interesting and honest person like you."
Cao Yuan said: "I just think you are right, this battle is really unfair."
Patriarch Xuanyin suppressed his smile and said: "The world is not fair at all. The orthodox sects all have excellent spiritual veins, but we only have mixed and impure spiritual veins. We have no choice but to go other ways, which is what you see. They say that Guocheng Temple allows medical monks to use their hard-earned Zen skills to heal those mortals, how fair is that?"
Cao Yuan was puzzled, and asked for advice: "Healing the wounded, saving the dying, the strong helping the weak, isn't this just a remedy for injustice?"
Ancestor Xuanyin said seriously: "Birth, old age, sickness and death, mortals are called mortals if they can't get over it. What do you have to ask the monks in the temple to treat them? Others admire you, but I don't. Have you ever asked those heaven and earth auras whether they are willing to follow the practice? Are you going to ascend to the ascension, or consume those rotten sores and bones for those mortals to survive? Have you ever asked those monks in the temple if they are really willing to do this? Even if there is only one person who does not want to do it for a moment, then you are right He's unfair."
Cao Yuan was a little surprised and said: "It turns out that you really believe what Taiping Daoist said."
Patriarch Xuanyin spat on the ground, and there was a small hole in the cliff: "If I don't believe in the real person, what would I do with him for so many years?"
Cao Yuan said with emotion: "The whole practice world is waiting to see when you will give him a fatal blow, but I didn't expect to see you wrong."
After Kou Qingtong's death in Chaoge City, looking at the evil ways in the world, there is only such a great person as Xuanyin Patriarch. No one believed that such a big man would be sincerely willing to be a dog for Daoist Taiping. They all thought that he was a threat from the Qingshan Sword Formation and had to wait on him.
"I have been arrogant in my life, I have had a good time... and I have been bleak. It is said that the kid over there is the best at punching holes in the world. In fact, how can he compare to me?"
Patriarch Xuanyin squinted his eyes, looked at the scenery on the sea, looked through his thinning hair, and saw a ship in the distance.
I think that ship will go to a very far place, but I don't know where the destination is.
Numerous images from hundreds of years flashed through the thinning hair, gradually merged with the ship on the sea, and passed away in the distance.
Those pictures are either cruel and evil, or arrogant and arrogant, but most of them are dark.
That is the underground where the sun cannot be seen, that is, even the magma cannot be seen, so he can only find the direction with his divine sense, digging the soil and rocks with his own hands, avoiding the search of the Qingshan Sword Formation, and then getting deeper and deeper underground. Deep, even he himself almost lost his way many times, that feeling of never getting ahead.
When he heard the sound of the flute outside the cliff that day and knew the identity of the other party, instead of hating him, he had the urge to cry bitterly.
As long as he can leave the ground and see the light of day again, he can do whatever he wants.
Of course, no one wants to be a dog, let alone a master figure like him who once commanded the heroes of evil ways.
He followed Taiping Daoist, looking for an opportunity to give the opponent a fatal blow all the time. For example, the hoof in Ruocheng Temple, the fat monk who is as fat as a hoof... but they all failed. Do you want to keep trying? Just as the world guessed, staring at the back of Daoist Taiping, with green light in his eyes, and drooling from the corners of his lips, he was ready to rush up and bite his ankle fiercely at any time, dragging him into the endless abyss...
This dog wandered around the world with Daoist Taiping, and later got another chicken and continued to wander.
Wandering ah wandering.
Old dogs are really old.
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The ancestor Xuanyin didn't tell Cao Yuan about his mental journey in these years, that's unnecessary, and it's really ridiculous. He took out the wine jug and porcelain cup from his sleeve, poured a cup of dark green oily wine into it, passed it to his lips and drank it at a very slow speed, and then let out an extremely satisfied sigh, with a hint of intoxication. Yi said: "I haven't been to the upper realm, so I don't know if what the real person said is true, but I think what he said is very interesting, and it's interesting to have it for more than a hundred years, and this wine is really delicious. Human race Do you think I care about whether I will face annihilation? Can I eat people? I just think this matter is big enough to forget those fears."
Cao Yuan looked at him and asked, "What kind of fear?"
Patriarch Xuanyin threw the jug and wine glass to the other side of the cliff, and said: "The purpose of practice is to transcend life and death, and the purpose of ordinary people's religious belief is to escape life and death."
The purpose or meaning of all actions can only fall on the two words of life and death in the end.
Cao Yuan understood what he meant, and said leisurely: "Everything is like..."
"It's like your thunder and lightning bubbles, fantasy dreams!" Xuanyin Patriarch didn't let him finish speaking, and sternly shouted: "What Hugh told me is useless, what about the experience of the aspirant, I heard it a few times in Guocheng Temple Ten years of scriptures, I know as much as you do, I only know that no matter what the Buddha thinks or what other people think, I am me, my existence is my existence, if I am sure I can’t ascend, seeing the dark night ahead, I will be afraid of course!"
Cao Yuan was silent for a long time, and said, "So you need to do this."
"That's right, what about Mieshi... Do you think it's a joke?" Patriarch Xuanyin laughed extremely hoarsely.
"Why are the scholars in Yimao Zhai willing to sacrifice their lives for the country? Why are those righteous monks willing to sacrifice for the sect? Because they have faith in their hearts, which can support them to overcome the great fear between life and death..." the voice of Xuanyin Patriarch became more and more Low: "I know it's stupid and it doesn't make sense, but it really works...it works."
Cao Yuan looked at him and asked earnestly, "Then do you still have fear now?"
"There's some left."
Patriarch Xuanyin's breathing became a little short, staring at him and said: "Fortunately, you are the strongest in Chaotian Continent. Fighting with you will make me excited and make me forget about those things."
Cao Yuan said, "Okay."
The ancestor Xuanyin said: "Come on, raise the knife in your hand and help me overcome this fear."
After saying this, his body was no longer bent, and he became extremely tall.
A knife light illuminates the East China Sea.
There was a light rubbing sound.
Like human fingers brushing against the hard rock at the bottom of the cold mountain.
Like a shirt being torn.
Like a sigh.
Extremely compassionate.
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"Isn't it just that the jar is broken? How can there be so many words in this voice?"
Patriarch Xuanyin covered his ears with his hands and said, looking like a playful and timid child, he lit the firecrackers, but was startled by the thunder in the sky.
Some black smoke overflowed from his fingers, and some bright red colors were hidden in the deepest part.
When the black mist fell on the ground, it began to burn blazingly, and there were some extremely low popping sounds, which should be caused by the rapid expansion of some extremely low-temperature ice cores.
Cao Yuan looked at him with emotion, not knowing what to say.
Patriarch Xuanyin covered his ears and said, "You are so strong, yet you are beaten like a grandson every time by the Queen of the Snow Country. How powerful is that guy?"
Cao Yuan couldn't bear it, and said, "You are going to die, why do you care about these things? Be careful, hold your hands tighter."