Chapter 45 Spring Rain

Is Bodhi's bone achieved as a disciple of Buddhism, or has there hope to become a Buddha in the future?

Lin Yi did not know anything about this long answer. What he can do is to continue to walk in the future, walk out of his own way of practice, and turn this road of practice into a Buddhist road.

The Bodhizi integrated into the bones, and Lin Yi's whole body seemed to be sublimated. Even if he is still a young camel at this moment, he can always feel a trace of sacredness on his delicate face. Although it is insignificant, even as light, it is the most holy Buddha light in the world.

The forehead was extremely ethereal. After taking away the bodhizi, Linzi picked up the string of 20 rosary beads on the wooden table. This string of rosary beads was obviously hanging on his arm. Each rosary was white and beautiful, as if it was made of a series of pearls, but just after he held the rosary beads, he immediately found that there was a rosary on it. Arrays of evil spirits came.

Such a sudden change can't help but make Lin Yi change from surprise to surprise. The rosary is a thing of Buddhism, and almost every monk will be accompanied by a rosary. How can the rosary be full of evil spirits?

The white rosary is held in the palm of the hand, and there is a kind of coldness on it, as if it can catalyze people's evil thoughts.

Lin Yi stared at the rosary and wondered why even the rosary could become so evil. However, when he kept looking through the rosary beads in his hand, he found that it was not a white pearl, but a white skeleton.

The bones of some kind of creature are connected into rosary beads. Who is such a monk, or why did he practice such a sacred Buddha with the body of a skeleton? Lin Yi looked at the string of rosaries in his hand and felt more that the ancestors of ten thousand years ago were unimaginable, as if there was something that made him tremble.

"Well, since Bodhi has melted in my body, I'm not afraid that this string of rosary beads can affect me!" Lin Yi comforted himself.

He put the white rosary in his hand on his wrist, and a cold feeling suddenly came, drilling into the silky cool air along his pores. When these cool air entered his body, he was directly turned into evil thoughts by the Bodhisattva on the vertebrae, making his heaven and earth gas run quickly.

Such an automatic cycle is the most dominant role of a practitioner in refining the qi of heaven and earth in the body, so that the qi of heaven and earth removes impurities, becomes more and more pure, and finally stored in the vertebrae. Lin Yi found that although this white rosary can't be worn directly, as long as he has a bodhi son, it can prompt him to continue to practice himself and absorb the spirit of heaven and earth around him all the time, which is undoubtedly countless times better than absorbing the qi of heaven and earth by meditation every night.

Looking back at the child who stood quietly in the house, he slowly left the ancient house with his footsteps.

He knew that Zili must be in an epiphany at this moment, and according to the increasingly strong black demon spirit around him, he could step on this as a great opportunity for the other party.

After walking out of the ancient house, Lin Yi looked around the courtyard, which was still very beautiful. There were dewdrops on the leaves of the spiritual grass, and the fragrance wrapped in the flowers. The ancient trees outside the courtyard swaying with the wind. The only change was that there was a trace of dirt in the layers of white clouds floating in the sky, as if they were stuck to it by dust. General.

For this phenomenon, Lin Yi knows very well that it will rain soon, and this spring rain must be soft and slow, and the warm grass will give birth to flowers and give birth to everything.

He sat quietly under the eaves of the courtyard and waited, looking quiet and peaceful. From time to time, the white rosary beads on his right wrist came from time to time, and the room was always quiet. But in this silent passage of time, one day, two days, three days... ten days passed quietly.

I don't know when there was an abandoned branch in Lin Yi's hand. He stroked the branches along the yellow sand on the ground and outlined a smooth arc, which was the most inadable thing in his life, and it was also the Taoist method he practiced in this life.

Looking at the paintings on the ground, Lin Yi's deep eyes are more vague. Although there is everything in the courtyard, including the green leaves of the grass shaken by the spring rain, and the colorful petals that vibrate when the raindrops fall, only the two-color tree always stands still. He doesn't know why the small tree is so hard that even the leaves are so hard, the wind blows impartially, and the raindrops are silent, but his heart can't be as solid as a rock as the leaves at this moment.

Looking at the flowers and grass leaves made of perfect arcs on the ground, he thought of his parents in his previous life and the face of his grandma who usually loved him. They are all the most unforgettable relatives of Lin Yi's last life. Over the past 20 years, he doesn't know whether his old grandma is still alive, and whether his parents are white, running around looking for him but not.

The sarcophagus has been carried away by the underworld soldiers before, making the yard look more empty. Lin Yi has never been able to break through the bone refining and reach the bow knot. He doesn't know whether it is his psychological hurdle or has no experience of practicing the world, so he has been confused about the shackles in that state of mind.

The ancient tree has not said anything for ten days. In addition to Lin Yi's own practice of constantly absorbing the qi of heaven and earth, only painting can accompany him, accompanying him through countless days and nights of silence. Therefore, time flowed heartlessly for a few days, until the 17th day later, Lin Zi finally put down the remnants in his hand.

He stood up and looked at the pattern of the whole yard on the ground under his feet. He sighed slightly and looked up at the blue sky. The sky had returned to light blue, the sun was shining, and the sun in the courtyard was falling and extremely bright.

The previous spring rain had been down for a long time and lasted for half a month. Lin Yi did not wait for him to leave, but he never came out. Therefore, Lin Yi must go out of this courtyard and face the secular world that allows him to break through his cultivation.

"Senior, I don't know if there is a way for me to leave here?" Lin Yi said to the ancient tree.

"Don't you wait for the young master to leave together?" The voice of the vicissitudes of the ancient tree came, and the tone was very calm.

"No, Zili has his own way to go, and I also have my own way to go. Practice is aimless, not only by walking together can we go further. He and I will definitely meet in the future." Lin Yi suddenly smiled and said slightly.

"That's very good. You look like only 14 or 45, but your mind has reached 30 or 40. It's rare and valuable." The ancient tree's tone was vicissitudes. Seeing that Lin Yi did not speak, it continued: "The practice can only be done by yourself. Whether you leave, it is impossible for the young master to go to the mortal world with you. After all, his identity has determined his path of practice. I will send you away."

"Thank you very much!" Lin Yi bowed to the ancient tree and looked extremely respectful. There is no fake appearance, and his inner respect is also true. Lin Yi is no longer a stupid boy who only dislikes that the other party is a ten-thousand-year tree demon. His little life was resurrected by the other party. So what can he take to dislike a life-saving benefactor?

The ancient tree practiced wisdom for ten thousand years and can spit people's words. Although it is a great demon, it is by no means the darkness spread by practitioners, and Zili is also a real demon. In Lin Yi's view at this moment, the demons circulating in the whole practice world are not necessarily full of darkness, at least the demons he met are all frank gentlemen.

The same is true of such ancient trees. Lin Yi believes that they will not harm the world.

"To the way, the younger generation still wants to ask his predecessor to help sue his son, saying that he will definitely go to the underworld with him to take the head of the enemy." Lin Yi walked to the courtyard and suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the ancient tree and said. The tone was very firm, and his face also changed from reluctance in parting to perseverance, with a trace of murder

After listening to the words and being silent for a long time, the ancient tree said leisurely, "Well, I should sue myself."

Lin Yi stopped talking when he heard the other party's promise. He looked back at the dilapidated ancient house. The wood carving door was always open and it looked dark inside, but Zi Li stood quietly in the house for nearly 20 days and did not wake up, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Zi Li, we will definitely meet again." Lin Yi affirmed.

He turned around and waved forward. The barren platform in front of him was full of the smell of history. A square stone platform was installed on the ground, surrounded by six stone pillars, like an ancient and powerful formation.

The ancient tree green vine waved, and the powerful cultivation surged from its green vine. After the ancient tree continued to disperse with its cultivation, six stone pillars gradually surged, and a breath like another world came from the stone platform.

Lin Yi saw the stone platform surging, stepped up and stood on the stone platform. Suddenly, the sky suddenly appeared from the stone platform, with a mysterious atmosphere of heaven and earth, together with his figure, and disappeared directly into this fairyland-like courtyard, as if the world had evaporated.

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