Chapter 407 Illusion

Qin Yan snorted coldly, turned around and ignored her. He walked to the circuit with his hands behind his back, and shouted loudly: "The color is colorless, and the emptiness is not empty. The quiet and silent words are originally the same, but there is no need to dream in the dream. It is useless when it is useful, and it is useless. If it is ripe and naturally red, don't ask how to cultivate the seeds..."

It was just a thought, but when it was contained in it, the blood in the body unconsciously surged according to some mysterious rhythm, as if it was out of his control, but naturally. In a trance, he stretched out his palm, as if the whole sky had fallen and the stars had fallen into his hands. Thousands of monks chanted faintly from the sky, singing with him with the grand Buddha voice:

"Good and evil are forgotten for a while, and they don't care about glory and withering. The obscurity is hidden by the ups and downs, and you can eat and drink with hunger and thirst. The god is quiet and silent, so you might as well sit and sing. A pool of autumn water is still deep, and the wind is still full of shock..."

The originally clear Chinese text gradually became an obscure and inexplicable Sanskrit sound. Qin Yan did not know its voice, but naturally understood its meaning. Everything comes naturally.

"Those of all sentient beings and I would rather distinguish between each other's heights. The law doesn't have me, so I don't need to look for it. If you see it, you may not hear it. We never need to know each other. Who can hinder you from life and death..."

The blood Buddha's light shines directly into the dust, and drifted away in the world in a trance. He is already in the void. Circles of Buddha light rippled out, and a golden wheel appeared behind his head. In a moment, he seemed to turn into a giant Buddha, hanging high above the void. The white lotus bloomed on all sides, and the fairy voice was faint. Countless figures of Arhat Bodhisattva emerged from around him, arching him like stars holding the moon, singing the same as him with very ancient spells.

The ethereal tone spread like smoke. He spread out his palm at will, and the vast Buddha light crossed 3,000 worlds and projected it to the present world, distorting all the scenery in front of him. The feeling of overlooking the world seems that as long as you use a little force and gently twist it, you can crush the square inch of land into nothingness...

"Illusion and disillusion!" Qin Yan suddenly woke up at this time.

He suddenly understood that what Ye Xinghe taught him was not a simple Buddhist theory, but mixed the unique learning of Fantasy Island and taught it together... Wait, no!

He has seen the disciples of Fantasy Island perform Buddha's seal, and in essence, he still uses spiritual power with Zen heart, but when he came to this young master, why did he use it with the power of blood? It's not that all the disciples of Huanzhen Island are practicing blood!

Or, blood is actually a very profound Buddhist method, which can actively tolerate the true Buddhist scriptures...

That is to say, I am actually secretly learning the magic island stunt. If Ye Xinghe knows, I'm afraid she will directly turn against me!

It's just that this feeling of hooking up the road of heaven and man with one's own strength, and the mind and mind are together with the Buddhas, and you can understand the mysteries of life at a glance, which is really difficult to give up...

The Buddha's light restrained, the smoke and clouds dissipated, and the uncertain voice of the fairy came from behind him: "This trick... What are you doing?"

Maybe she hasn't seen that the solemn scene of the Buddha just now is the supreme illusion of fantasy island.

Qin Yan was a little relieved and continued to move forward without looking back, saying, "Sincerely to the Buddha, you will have great magic power. Although your hands are full of blood, it is not too late to convert at this time.

Xinian sneered and said no more.

Many days of life passed in such a calm and moderate way. Qin Yan came to the lake every night to listen to Ye Xinghe's scriptures. Xin Xian followed him from afar and watched him listen in the pavilion for an hour intoxicatedly before leaving reluctantly.

Xinxian once complained about Uncle Han's boring hobby of listening to the scriptures, but now she has offended Li Kai and has not dared to wander around recently. Although she is reluctant, she has to follow him every time and grit her teeth to endure this hour of suffering.

In addition to listening to scriptures and meditation, Qin Yan has to visit Ye Yingru, who is bedridden every morning, so that he can get Liu Wanyun's treatment. For him, this is the real suffering. He not only has to endure Ye Yingru's pulse gaze and cold eyes, but also has to come up with some comforting words to make Ye Yingru cultivate at ease. Although Liu Wanyun's treatment is not as rough as before, it is absolutely not good, and it is still an extremely test of perseverance.

Fang Qiuyao also goes there with Qin Yan every morning. He also had to endure the cold eyes and the torture of Liu Wanyun, but the young master of the Hunjiang Gang seemed to enjoy it. He has put aside all the common affairs and distracting thoughts, and only Ye Yingru is left in his eyes. As long as he can wait by Miss Ye's side, he can bear all the pain calmly. Moreover, he will never go back until dark in the evening every day...

Ye Yingru's body is getting better day by day, and she can gradually get out of bed and walk around. Liu Wanyun spends less and less time on Qin Yan, and it can be done in less than a minute. According to her, as long as you don't act arrogantly, you will probably recover after another month of recuperation.

This is the best news Qin Yan has heard in recent days. And he can't wait for Liu Wanyun to spend as little time as possible, so that he doesn't have to stay here more and can go back to meditrate early.

The strength in the body has recovered about 60% or 70%. He followed the instructions of the Mingxi medical immortals and no longer practiced spiritual power. Instead, he began to concentrate on the combination of blood and the true law of Buddhism, and slowly found some tricks.

At dusk, he walked to the lake where he met Ye Xinghe. Although the fairy was full of complaints, he followed helplessly.

Far away, across several pavilions, I heard the sound of a quiet flute coming from afar, like a cold spring melted by spring snow dripping on the tender leaves, which was seductive and trembling.

Qin Yan was refreshed and came to the edge of the swaying lake. Looking up, a bunch of moon-white shadows leaned against the porch of the lake pavilion, which was as quiet as a picture. The gentle sound of the flute is as clean as running water, but it is more ordinary than the independence of the past, like a gentle wind passing through the heart. At this moment, Qin Yan stopped, gently closed his eyes, and carefully experienced the blending of Buddhism and human nature in the sound of the flute. For a moment, he was addicted to it and could not bear to break this pure land.

He could understand that Ye Xinghe finally found his own way. It is not to cut off his own desire and become a slave of "compassion", but to blend with the Tao, see the nature clearly, and truly cross the pass of the realm of heaven and man. These days, Qin Yan has experienced the change of her mood step by step. Seeing her enlightenment at this moment, he is also sincerely happy for her.

Moreover, through Ye Xinghe's understanding, it is also very helpful for Qin Yan to break the magic barrier and clear his heart when he hits the realm of heaven and man in the future. Therefore, he dares not neglect, sink his mind, and quietly experience the great joy, great feeling and great wisdom in the dispersion and the sound of the flute...