Chapter 515 Where to come from and where to go

In the Buddha's kingdom, Moke's soul is constantly specting about the chaotic creation aura and melting with it. Gradually, this aura began a strange change.

"buzz..."

With a wonderful sound like nature, this three-foot, three-inch three-long chaotic airflow suddenly bloomed hundreds of millions of light and auspicious colors. Among them, hundreds of millions of light spots are disillusioned, like hundreds of millions of mysterious worlds, a breath that was born in endlessly long, ancient and eternal years ago. Now that he came out, he escaped from the Buddha's country and was keenly captured by Moke.

stimulated the soul, and Moke suddenly coincided with this mysterious breath. Then, there was a whirlwind, and in an instant, it seemed that the sea was full of vicissitudes, and the years were constantly changing. A picture appeared in front of him. In the endless chaos, a mysterious force was sweeping, full of kindness and majesty. With this sweeping, chaos opened It began to condense crazily.

Sun, moon, stars, mountains, fields, fields, plants and beasts, human beings, seas and rivers, voids, real, tangible, intangible, ideological, non-thinking, living, inanimate, short, eternal, immortal, wet, oviparous, viviparous, metamorphic, etc. All the creatures have emerged.

Then, a vast and boundless world was formed, with birds singing and flowers, streams gurgling in some places, storms and flash floods in some places. In some places, creatures are constantly fighting for food, spouses, hegemony...

This kind of scene is shocking, refreshing and difficult to control.

At this time, the force rippled again, and the whole vast world shook like a ripple. Then it was broken and turned into nothingness. Finally, it formed a small chaotic substance, like a leaf and a grain of dust.

"Chaos.... Derivat all sentient beings... Return to chaos... Unreal... Real..."

Moke's heart trembled and seemed to fall into a strange circle, an unsolved strange circle. At this moment, everything in front of him disappeared. Only the chaotic creation aura, winding like a dragon and snake, the next moment, the canopy burst and turned into a rain all over the sky and fell. There was no light rain inside, which seemed to be contained. Contains a world, constantly derived and destroyed...

What is creation? What is true? What is illusion? Where are you from and where are you going?

In the light and rain, a voice sounded, non-male and non-female, bright, pure, quaint, close to the heaven and earth, and the yin and yang had not been separated, making a shocking question.

What is creation? What is true? What is illusion? Where are you from and where are you going? Repeatedly chewing this sentence, Moke's mind once again came up with the previous scenes, which were vast and boundless, giving birth to many creatures, but in the end, they were shattered like dream bubbles, a kind of mental interference caused by that scene.

Is it that the flood and famine I live in is just a world of bubble, and I will be disillusioned at any time? Is the rumored disaster in the flood a manifestation of this disillusionment? Am I a real existence, or is it just a trace of bubble?

Moke thought deeply and fell into a contradictory understanding. He has an intuition. Among these sharp problems, there are great opportunities and secrets. Once he understands it, he can truly understand the mystery of creation. This understanding depends only on himself.

In the map of the mountains and rivers, Moke's body and treasures are solemn, and his soul sits under the bodhi tree, and gradually begins to fall into an ethereal epiphany. He has no eyes, ears, nose and tongue, colorless sound, fragrance and touch.

A quarter of an hour.....

Two quarters...

One day.......

Two days...

fell into the deepest understanding. Moke forgot the time. In the Buddhist country, Ling Shaofeng and Zhuge Kun guarded him, but did not dare to disturb him. The two discussed it, and simply sat under the wooden building and began to realize the way under the unique essence of the jade dish.

The bodhi tree swayed, and the three thousand bodhisattvas resounded through the Buddha's voice, making people's hearts pure and bloom with wisdom. As for the created jade dish, it is even more wonderful, emitting hundreds of millions of clear light. Moke bathed in it, which seemed to have a resonance with the road of heaven and earth, and the whole body bloomed with wisdom.

At this time, his heart fell into a state of imagination, constantly deducement, perception, and desire to achieve the last level of the True Buddha, which is rapidly eliminated by him.

Generally speaking, after the success of the peak of the immortals, it will take more than ten years or a hundred years to understand the mystery of the aura of chaotic creation, so as to give birth to spirits and increase their strength in Buddha. Of course, Moke is originally a vertical posture. Coupled with the help of the bodhi tree and the creation of jade saucers, the speed suddenly surged countless times, and the speed of enlightenment is amazing.

A month later, Moke, who had been sitting solemnly in the map of the mountains and rivers, slowly opened his eyes. In his eyes, there was a kind of light that penetrated everything and completely understood clearly, like the same wise man, smiling indifferently, like a lotus flower, out of the mud.

The thumb and middle finger were skillfully pinched, and the other three fingers sprinkled, and a delicate flower appeared between Moke's two fingers in vain. With a poof, he was disillusioned into invisible.

"So it is, so it is..." One flower, one world, one grass, one spring and autumn, everything in the world is mysterious. What is true and what is illusory? It is true in my heart and eternity in my heart! In fact, illusory is not illusory, because it exists in the past. True, true self, cultivation, wonderful! I come to the invisible and tangible, and I want to go to the invisible and tangible..." With his own words, Moke showed an epiphany.

He seemed to suddenly touch the true charm, from the real to the true self, and then the cultivation, extending step by step, and suddenly realized the true essence!

Feeling this realm, Moke finally understands why the realm after the Buddha is called the True Buddha, because to fully understand this realm, he must understand the mystery of the true characters, truly grasp himself, and never have doubts in his heart. This realm is actually an unswerving artistic conception, and Jinxian also means immortality. This name indicates the understanding of the true self, the heart is like gold and iron, immortality.

He understood the mystery, the secret of the chaotic creation aura, and naturally understood it. Moko slowly closed his eyes and began to operate the secret method, like a creator, creating creatures in his own Buddha country.

"buzz..."

The vast three-life Buddha light oscillates, constantly condenses and condenses. At the same time, it is even more disillusioned, and countless stars twinkle, which seems to contain thousands of worlds. Gradually, in the Buddha country, a bright human figure of Buddha appeared, gradually degenerated into eyes, ears, mouth and nose, but it was very vague and impossible to distinguish between men and women.

"Creation!"

Moke shouted, grabbed the void in the palm of his hand, and the bright human figure trembled. After ten breaths, he directly turned into a young man in a monk's robe. His eyes were full of compassion and joy, his strength was weak, and he fell on the glass-colored ground of Buddhism.

"Ah..."

After falling to the ground, the man crawled on the ground with a pious expression on his face and began to kowtow directly to Moke, making a sound in his mouth, and didn't know what he was saying.