016 Phaseless

In the shouting, he remembered that in the back mountain, Qinglin walked to the steps with a snack and tried to let Yang Zifan take her in and use himself to kill the magic star king in the cave. He even remembered the hateful eyes of Qinglin in the cave. For the first time, Yang Zifan's contemptuous eyes in the hall were angry, and a black air floated on his forehead. Above, the blue lotus that quickly renders the center of the eyebrows.

He stood up and shouted crazily, "You're dead, forget it, go to hell... They're all using me, using me... Why did I go to you... It's so hard to find you."

I don't know where the power came from. The green bricks under his feet began to crack under his stepping. The bell in the sky rang more and more, the more anxious it became.

"Ah..." Yang Zifan's cry was like a beast, and the muscles on his arms churled and trembled, and a suppressed black gas began to emerge from under the soles of his feet. I don't know where it came from, but wisps drilled into Yang Zifan's body.

This is an extremely strange scene, and anyone can see that Yang Zifan will inevitably become an unknown thing.

In addition to an invisible prohibition outside him, he looked at this scene without any previous smile on his face. He said to another old monk beside him, "Master, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid he will destroy the Bell Tower."

The old monk smiled and said, "I think he is qualified to go to Cuixin Lake once, but unfortunately he is a disciple of the Tianyuan School."

Wuxiang looked surprised and said, "Master, he is going to be enchanted and has the ability to go to Cuixin Lake?"

The old monk said, "No phase, you have to look at the original phase when you see things. Have you understood the realm of Xiaowuxiang for 318 years?"

Wuxiang said silently, "Disciples are incompetent. They have just glimpsed the door court."

The old monk said again, "Look at what realm this is." After saying that, the palm stretched out like a dead branch, and the palm turned into a white lotus flower, which could live without water.

Looking at this scene infatuatedly, "This is Master's little Wuxiang realm."

"Look at it again." The old monk moved his finger, and the white lotus bloomed, and a drop of water condensed on the leaves. The water drop slowly rolled down the lotus, but dissipated in the air, and the lotus in the old monk's hand also dissipated one after another.

Look at it without any doubt, "Master, what's going on?"

The old monk said, "This is the realm of great no phase. Do you see what the drop of water is?"

said respectfully, "Nature is the spirit of heaven and earth."

The old monk smiled and said, "Do you know why?"

Wuxiang was shocked and said, "Master, are you saying that Yang Zifan has understood the realm of Wuxiang?"

The old monk sighed, "Thinking of my emptiness, I realized it for 659, but I can't reach this son in May."

Just as the two were talking, Yang Zifan, who had been wrapped in black gas under the bell, suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, and the black gas all over his body was gone. The blue light above his head turned into an elegant blue lotus flower. On the lotus body, the two leaves bloomed together, which was better than the thousands of beautiful scenery in the world, and there was another seven-color rainbow running over his head. The long sky seems to have crossed thousands of entanglements.

Lotus was born, the clock was broken, and everything was quiet. Yang Zifan slowly raised his head, his eyes were clear, and the black gas on his eyebrows was broken.

said in surprise, "Master, what is this?"

The old monk was also full of surprise and shouted at the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, I didn't expect that the old man would still see the elephant of spiritual rhinoceros for the rest of his life."

Under the bell tower, Yang Zifan woke up and looked at the sky. Ningxin was gone. The consciousness in his mind seemed to have changed strangely. He didn't know what the change was. He looked around and only felt that everything in the world had never been clear. He could even clearly see the growth traces of grass and trees. Like an unknown line, extending from different directions, he subconsciously used his sense of mind and fixed his eyes on a green brick on the ground.

I saw that grass was born on the green brick, and another tree was pulled out, and it grew again and again, even fun.

He looked up at the sky again, and the clouds fluttered in the vast blue sky, as if time began to move quickly at that moment. He could see the clouds in the sky and the stars changing, which was very magical.

He looked down to the side, but saw a thin layer of strange golden fog standing without phase and an 80-year-old monk. He took a few steps forward doubtfully, his fingers subconsciously moved forward, and the broken formula came out casually.

The golden fog broke, revealing the figures of the two. Yang Zifan was surprised to find that he did not spend the real yuan by using the magic formula.

Looking at Yang Zifan in surprise.

The old monk smiled and said, "Why don't you try to put your strength on the vegetation?"

Yang Zifan lowered his head and dripped his spiritual consciousness on a grass as he said. The grass began to grow at a speed that could reach the trees, and soon bloomed beautiful white flowers.

Yang Zifan was shocked, looked at his hands in astonishment, and then looked at the nine-leaf green lotus heart in his body. The flowers bloomed two leaves, and even the third leaf was faintly open, but nothing else seemed to have changed.

The old monk said again, "You can taste it carefully."

Yang Zifan sank his spiritual consciousness into the heart lotus. For a moment, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak. The spirit of the green lotus completely turned into an unknown attribute. He urged it, and there was no green lotus fire in his hand, let alone the body of the underworld fire.

The old monk saw the surprise in his heart and smiled and said, "It is already colorless, tasteless and phaseless, and there is no need to worry about the color of everything. Everything in the world is born from the heart. Why does the donor care?"

Yang Zifan was shocked. The old monk seemed to know everything and bowed down and said, "Please tell me again."

The old monk shook his head and said, "Your cultivation is not like a Buddha, but more than two things. The old monk can't understand it or know it."

Yang Zifan was disappointed. He only thought that the other party knew and sighed, "Thank you for your guidance and let me understand a lot of things."

The old monk smiled and said, "I didn't know you or you. I just need the donor's help to do one thing."

Yang Zifan nodded and said, "The master can't repay his kindness. Just say it."

"Help Lao Kun find out the cause of death of Zen Master Qianxun."

"Zen Master Qianxun is also dead?" Yang Zifan was shocked.

The old monk said, "It's true. Master Qiandao was originally responsible for secretly investigating this matter, but he didn't expect something to happen, so the old man asked Wuxiang to go to the empty city."

"Why did you find me?" Yang Zifan is very puzzled. With the cultivation of the phaseless master, he doesn't have to turn to himself at all.

The old monk smiled and said, "Buddha is predestined, and the donor is predestined with Tianning Temple."

Yang Zifan said, "Fate, I don't believe this."

The old monk was pushed back but not angry and said, "Isn't it fate that the donor has reached the realm of great no phase with the power of May alone?"

Yang Zifan is not very clear about the changes that have taken place, but he broke the ban just one thought, which was impossible before.

"Go ahead and say that you may not be able to find the answer in your heart." Seeing that Yang Zifan was a little confused, the old monk said again.

Yang Zifan's expression changed and said, "Did you say those two words?"

"What's the difference between saying and not talking?" The old monk smiled indifferently.

Yang Zifan was stunned and thought about this sentence in his mind. There seemed to be a thread between them, but he was always like looking at the moon in the flowers and water in the mirror.

The old monk said again, "If the donor is still unwilling, why don't we make a deal? I'll save your friend. How about you help me find out the cause of Zen Master Qianxun's death?"

Yang Zifan was shocked. He didn't expect that the old monk in front of him could cure Si Nan Xiaoxiao. He was overjoyed and said, "Master, can you really save him?" That's good, but I don't know where he is.

The old monk said, "There is nothing difficult about this. Where are your two friends? Wuchen has found out this May."

Speaking of Si Nan Xiaoxiao again, Yang Zifan was still angry and his heart was much colder. He said, "Then I will bother the master to help me next. I will find out what happened to Zen Master Qianxun."

The old monk said, "That's for sure. You go around with Wuxiang. Tianning Temple is a good place."

Yang Zifan shook his head and said, "The younger generation wants to take a break. Let's watch it again when we have a chance!" After experiencing all kinds of things, Yang Zifan also knew that Tianning Temple would not let him explore the cause of Qianxun's death as simple as he said.

"It's predestined."

Sometimes the word is just an excuse.

The empty sad city ushered in a rain. The news that the moon demon seriously injured the three generals of the emperor's city had already caused a lot of empty sad city, but all these boiling scenes were not in the Donglai Temple ten miles away from the empty sad city.

The temple is very small, with a Buddhist hall, a front hall and backyard.

That's why people call it Donglai Mountain, so they take this name.

The rain keeps falling, and I won't forget the grace that should be given because the temple is small. The backyard was wrapped five months ago, and the daily monk was only responsible for delivering food to it.

The rain that has not been encountered for a long time makes the little monk who delivers food to the temple feel some joy. The dishes in the back mountain will grow well, and then you can eat fresh dishes.

However, in the backyard, every drop of rain fell like a barbed deep into a person's heart. She held the cold hand of the man in front of her and looked at it quietly. There was no way to warm the cold palms even with the hot water just sent.

She bit down and stood up to turn around, but her hand was tightly pulled. She could only lower her head and cry silently.

A young monk outside the house hurried to the door and knocked on the wooden door.

She wiped her tears and said, "What's the matter?"

The little monk outside the door said, "Female donor, someone is looking for you in the front yard."

"I don't see." Her voice was cold, and the little monk shivered all over. After hesitating for a while, he summoned up his courage again and said, "Master Luo, is Si Nan?"

As soon as this was said, the wooden door snapped open, and a plain figure rushed out. One hand grabbed the little monk's neck and said, "Who are you?"

The little monk panicked and said, "Female donor, this is what the donor outside asked me to say."