Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 1476: How many times does Samsara endlessly
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Who can enter your life is determined by fate, but who can stay in your life, fate cannot be determined, and the only one who can really decide is yourself.
Since I ca n’t forget it, I do n’t forget it, even if everything is empty ... even if everything becomes the afterglow of dusk, as the night comes, no shadow can be found.
Su Ming walked past Tian Xie Zi in a casket and hats, like his life, from winter to Suchun, or perhaps other seasons, until he walked to the city gate, there was no snow behind him .
Until he walked inside the city gate, behind him came a soft sigh of Tian Xie Zi, which was full of pity, complexity, and pride.
It was the life of pity Su Ming, it was the choice of the complex Su Ming, and it was also the road of pride Su Ming. This sigh gradually went away, gradually away from Su Ming, until his footsteps came out of the city gate The moment he stepped into the capital city of the ancient burial country, the sigh behind him seemed to have been isolated for countless years and disappeared.
Su Ming did not look back, walking in this capital city, walking, walking.
He does n’t need to know the direction, because when he entered the city gate, he had seen the direction and saw the three towering High Pagodas standing in the city in the distance, these three High Pagoda, each figure sits cross-legged at the top.
In the middle of High Pagoda, the person sitting was wearing a royal robe and a strong sense of luck, as if the whole world, the whole vicissitudes, the entire ancient burial country should be centered on this person, it seems that this person is where The place is the burial country. If he is not there, the burial country cannot be called burial!
He is the emperor of the ancient burial country, and he is the one who condenses the entire burial qi ... The emperor of the ancient burial!
Next to it. It was the top of the third High Pagoda. The figure of the cross-legged figure was a middle-aged man. This man looked very beautiful and filled with a sense of magic. This feeling was extremely strong and became a breath around him. , Makes this person seem to have the most uncoordinated meaning in the world when they look at Su Ming.
It seems that this person does not integrate with him at all. There is no room for heaven and earth, for the heavens, for all beings in the world, because ... heavens and earth, forever. All beings, all things, can not surpass his existence at the level, because ... he is the whole vastness, as if it is the only creator!
He can create heaven and earth, so how can he integrate himself into heaven and earth. He can create the sky, how can he go to the identity to merge the sky, he can create and change all living beings, how can he melt. If it is true, it should be heaven, earth, and all beings. Come and try to integrate him!
He is Shura!
The way he condenses. The supreme overbearing Shura!
Three High Pagodas, the Emperor in the middle, the Shura in the third, and the figure sitting on the knee on the first High Pagoda ... staring at Su Ming at the moment.
The figure, with the vicissitudes and the passage of time, seems to have been cross-legged here for a long time, waiting here for Su Ming ... for a long time.
There is no emperor-like whole burial luck condensed on this figure, nor the supreme domineering kind of Shura. I am the creator, but in this figure, there is a sense of being able to distinguish between true and false. See through all illusions, even the indescribable breath of years.
This breath seems to be the limit of wisdom, it is a kind of end point where life can be clear comprehension, and even more ... It seems that it can be clear comprehension luck, clear comprehension overbearing, clear comprehension all life and everything.
On this road, he can never see illusion, he can see the reality he wants to see!
That's ... Gu Hong!
In the ancient burial country, Gu Hong, one of the three 9-layer Taoist gods, or, at the moment, these three people are no longer 9-layer Taoist gods, maybe they have already cut their own way and achieved their own ...... Dao Wu Ya!
Sura, who has already cut off his Tao and achieved Dao Wuya, the ancient emperor, apparently also cut his own luck in these two thousand years, thus becoming Dao Wuya!
And Gu Hong ... he can now sit cross-legged on that High Pagoda, which has already been explained, he ... also cut the choice!
Chopping is not a real sense of cutting, but a decision, a choice, this choice ... You ca n’t turn back, you ca n’t turn back, right is right, wrong is wrong, two ways, maybe one is right , Maybe both are wrong ...
Once chosen, it is a lifetime.
Su Ming walked slightly, standing on the streets of that ancient burial capital, walking past the hurried beings, Su Ming did not go to see it, because he knew that even if he went to see it, he could not remember these faces, and simply did not look .
The only thing he looked at was the Gu Hong on the first High Pagoda.
The old man, looking at Su Ming, smiled gradually at the corner of his mouth.
"Your boy, the old man has been waiting for you for two thousand years!" The old man's voice came with a laugh. At this moment, it suddenly came out from the High Pagoda where he was. When it echoed the entire city, it was introduced to Su Ming. In the ear.
This simple sentence, the warmth contained in it, Su Ming feels very deep here, making his heart warm at this moment, the kind of care is very real, let Su Ming ... will Remember for life.
"Disciple Su Ming, see Master." Su Ming looked at the figure on High Pagoda in the distance, gradually clenched his fists, and bowed deeply towards it.
Laughter brings vicissitudes, more joy. When it came out again, the old man on High Pagoda had disappeared, and was in front of Su Ming when he appeared.
His appearance is still the same, but there are some weirdness and more oldness. At the moment, when I look at Su Ming, my eyes are open, and after a careful look at Su Ming, the laughter is more loud.
"Okay, okay, okay, after all, I did n’t let the teacher wait for 2,000 years. The teacher promised you that year. I want you to see for yourself, the battle between me and those two old immortals.
This is a commitment for the teacher. Since it is a commitment, it must be done. Mo said that it is only two thousand years. Even if it is 20,000 years, 200,000 years or even 20,000 epochs, the teacher will always wait! "The old man's face originally had a lot of wrinkles. At this moment in this laughter, it seems that there are even fewer wrinkles.
"Go!" The old man laughed happily and took the right hand of Su Ming. With a flick of his body, he appeared directly on the High Pagoda where he was before.
The location of the spire is only one seat, because in the second seat High Pagoda. In the third seat High Pagoda, Su Ming can clearly see, there ... only one person cross-legged to meditate.
On this first High Pagoda, there are two cross-legged places. The other place is obviously the old man who has condensed out for two thousand years. This move is very simple and looks very common, but it is precisely this An ordinary seat. Let Su Ming see here for a moment, his heart twitched.
This seat contains the old man ’s love for Su Ming and all his kindness to the disciple Su Ming, which does not require any other return. It is just a kind of love, just a testimony of Tao.
For example, the relationship between him and Su Ming, like the way they chose ... is a similar road.
"The two of you are old and immortal, we can fight, and the apprentice of Laozi is back, haha." The old man stood there and laughed. The sound leaked out makes Su Ming feel familiar and feel kindly unreliable.
Almost at the moment when this word came out, Shura both eyes opened suddenly, revealing a ruthless awn in his eyes. His appearance changed, and his breath was different from that of the past. The ruthlessness in his eyes made him look like a man. No longer seems to be a monk.
"For the sake of a monk, it would be better to avoid the war for two thousand years with a seal. Gu Hong ... Your way, as always, is disgusting!"
"Nonsense, Lao Tzu's apprentice is Lao Tzu's, but not yours, of course, care, Lao Tzu don't care, who can care, hoping that the old man who plays the luck technique will not die?" , coldly snorted, immediately to open mouth scolded.
In the discourse, the figure sitting cross-legged on the middle High Pagoda, the emperor of the ancient burial country, slowly opened his eyes and looked at Su Ming, there was not much emotional change in the look, only a sigh of gyration.
"Xuan'er ..."
"My name is Su Ming." Su Ming looked at the emperor of the ancient burial country, silent for a moment, slowly to open mouth.
The emperor of the ancient burial country, this figure sitting cross-legged on the middle of High Pagoda, was also silent. After a long while, his low voice, like the whole world is whirling, came out.
"Remember ... the story of the wanderer leaving home ..."
Su Ming both eyes glanced at him carefully. He thought of the old man he saw in a stall in the dark night three thousand years ago.
"Why continue to be confused, you can be chosen as a disciple by Gu Hong, I am not surprised, because your way, this book is similar to him, but now that Gu Hong has cut the choice, you ... have n’t woke up yet?
Wake up, my Xuan'er, when you wake up, you are ... the emperor of the ancient burial country, when you wake up ... the luck of the entire ancient burial will condense you, you will condense me The luck of luck and the only Inheritor of the way of Gu Hong, you will be ... the real way knows no bounds! "Emperor Burial, that figure slowly stood up from High Pagoda, staring at Su Ming, his voice was like the sound of heaven and earth. In the reverberation of this moment, all life in the entire city, at this moment simultaneously heart vibration, moment All kneel down.
Not only them, Sect in all directions, all the monks in the whole burial country, all at this moment, kneeling in their respective directions simultaneously, facing this place ... like worshipping, go to this ancient burial luck!
The change of sky, like the formation of chaos, and the fog of earth, like the darkness, everything is at this moment, as if all of them have become the center with that figure!
"This is his infinite world, but it's not mine." The old man was beside Su Ming, watching the changes of the day and slowly to open mouth.
There is no end in life, no end in knowledge, and how many ends in reincarnation.
The earth is boundless, the sky is boundless, and the life and death are so boundless.
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Tell everyone about today ’s painful experience. I got up early at 6 o’clock in the morning and went to catch the plane at 7:30 in the morning. Arrived at the airport at less than seven o'clock. After processing all boarding procedures, I was suddenly informed that the plane was late and took off at ten o'clock.
I was depressed at the time. I knew I might as well sleep like this. It ’s 10 o’clock at 10 o’clock. I found a seat to sit there, took a nap, ordered a cell phone alarm clock, and when I woke up at 9:30, I was ready to get on the plane.
But at this time, I was told by the airport that the time was changed to 11 o'clock, and I started scolding in my heart, so I found a coffee shop to start coding. Point, suddenly bad news, the flight was cancelled because of the heavy snow in Mudanjiang, the airport was closed, every day!
Not only was it cancelled for one day, but even tomorrow. I wanted to go home only the day after tomorrow, but I was in a hurry, so I quickly refunded the ticket and bought it to Harbin under my teeth. Must go home!
I arrived at Harbin at 3:30 in the afternoon. I looked at the heavy snow outside, and suddenly remembered the graciousness of Chen Meng who picked up from Guangzhou ... You can get home after an hour and a half.
I'm recovering from a serious illness. From 6 AM to the present, this chapter was written on a black car and updated with a mobile phone connected to a computer.
There is only one chapter, because I have seen the cold Daoist who left me this morning, and is slowly coming back with a sly smile
Damn snow, **** airport, **** cold!
(To be continued)