I am immortal

The memory of the Buddha, or the images of the dream, collapsed like a dream bubble. In the end, each falling fragment turned into a bodhi leaf, pure and comfortable, and the sky and the earth were vast, like pitch black. In the land of light, all you can see before your eyes is a world as pure as water.

There were ripples under his feet, and a back figure could be seen in front of him.

Qi Wuhuo stood behind with his sword in hand.

The young man sitting cross-legged opened his eyes, his eyes gentle: "You are here."

Qi Wuhuo has understood the many changes in the past and present, and the reason why the Buddha died so early——

The Buddha chose to sit under the bodhi tree and die, so as to turn into a cross-country boat and connect the past and the present, allowing Qi Wuhuo to pass on the final tribulation and many changes in future generations, and the things of the past will continue to be passed on, and so on. A closed loop is also like a ritual.

But Qi Wuhuo had never thought about this before.

Looking at the back of the Buddha, he never asked why. After seeing the Buddha's determination, asking for the reason was an insult to such will and determination. The emperor in black responded with a gentle and calm tone:

"Pindao, you're late."

The young man lowered his eyes, smiled, and seemed to keep everything in mind, and said gently:

"No, not too late, not too late, just right."

He turned around and looked at the Zhenwu Emperor in black clothes with a sword. His eyes were calm and he said: "Because of the existence of fellow Taoists, the three of them should be prepared for the end of the world in advance. If they come to this six worlds, they will still be there." It can be called peace, but peace does not last long.”

He stretched out his hand, and in the palm of his hand, a lotus flower emerged. Each lotus seed in it was like the one Qi Wuzhuo had seen, but it was different from that one. The inside of the one Qi Wuzhuo had obtained had already Mixed with the charm of Buddha's light, this lotus contains boundless energy that is in line with Qi Wuhuo's own foundation.

"This is?"

"It is a [sword] that was handed over to poor monks in ancient times and passed down from generation to generation, ready to be delivered to fellow Taoists."

Qi Wuhuo did not immediately reach out to pick up this lotus flower that exuded majestic vitality. He stared at the Buddha in front of him, thought about it, and asked: "Are my departure and return destined?"

The young man looked at him gently and shook his head.

In Buddha's eyes, he saw two times.

In other words, at least there were two short-term directions of destiny, and the two destiny had already been changed when Qi Wuhuo arrived here. In the end, the two destiny trajectories completely merged into one. He said gently: "Even at this moment, you The cause and effect we see are connected, but that was not the case at the beginning.”

"The Kaihuang Mo Tianzun has seen the final calamity, but we cannot complete the final calamity."

"We have different paths, but we both don't want the end to happen."

"The Original Heavenly King, the Founding Emperor and the Last Tribulation Heavenly Lord, and the Yuchen Daojun chose to explore in that era."

"And the poor monk first sat here. He was gambling. In the future era, there must be a level of [Royal Master] who can discover the spiritual thoughts of the poor monk left here, and then try to contact me, and then contact me When the Sanqing Taoist ancestors are in memory, go and tell them about the future."

"Using me as a boat to cross, I bet that in this era, there will still be Yuzun who has the aura of the Yuzun, but is willing to cross the sword before the final calamity."

The young Buddha spoke briskly:

"Obviously, the poor monk won the bet."

"The closed loop of cause and effect has been concluded since then. Your coming here and walking here are your choices. The growth of the power of the emperor is your experience. The poor monk's choice to incarnate into a boat is the poor monk's choice. The original The King of Heaven has prepared this sword that will make you face the final disaster, it is his choice."

"The three of us each have our own choices, and each of us has our own things to do."

"But they are all indispensable."

"But our purpose is the same."

"It's like this lotus flower came from the original heavenly king. He trusted me and the poor monk waited for these years. The poor monk trusted the Taoist friend and handed it over to you. Together, we can achieve the right result."

The monk's palm moved slightly, and this lotus flower containing majestic vitality fell in front of Qi Wuzhuo. It turned slowly, exuding majestic charm and powerful aura. Qi Wuzhuo raised his hand to hold this thing, immeasurably The majestic Yuan Qi rises here, and the lotus rotates slowly.

The Buddha said gently: "Fellow Taoist, your foundation has been extremely solid, and what the original heavenly king entrusted to you is the ten thousand years of practice that you have spared, like the rain moistening the precious tree in the Brahma. How many points you can get is still unknown... …But I believe in you, the original king of the ancient times, and I also believe in you.”

"The poor monk's duties have been completed."

He sat cross-legged, raised his hands, and put them together gently in front of him. The mental world of the Buddha around him was shattered and disturbed, and all of them turned into scattered bodhi leaves. Under the bodhi tree, the young Buddha looked gentle. , the surrounding light dispersed, and the entire Buddhist monks were waiting outside.

Amitabha, who was bewitched by Bo Xun, recognized his teacher. The old Amitabha's eyes suddenly widened. He staggered forward and then seemed to have lost all strength. Suddenly, he knelt down on the ground and choked. : "My Buddha, my Buddha..."

"you are back."

"you are back……"

Amitabha's voice was choked with tears, and he was speechless. It was as if he had been struggling for so many eons at this time. He could breathe a sigh of relief, and the burden on his shoulders seemed to be relieved. The young man lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand. He gently touched the shoulder of the old Buddha next to him and said, "Thank you for your hard work..."

Amitabha was choked up and speechless.

The Buddha said softly: "In these years, my soul has only remained under this Bodhi tree, but I cannot guide you. There may be some time today. Amitabha, go and call everyone here."

Amitabha wiped away his tears with his sleeves, stood up and walked outside. He seemed to have forgotten his current cultivation. He was still as good as he was in the earliest years in ancient times. He moved forward and trotted out, and under the bodhi tree Only Emperor Zhenwu in black robe and jade crown was left, and the young Buddha sitting cross-legged.

Qi Wuhuo looked at him and said: "...carrying our souls and will communication, your soul..."

Buddha smiled and said: "Well, even if the existence of Daojun Yuchen makes my memory accurately fall on the time when those three appeared at the same time, my soul has still reached its limit and may be broken."

"However, after being broken, it is also the beginning of new life. My soul will not disappear into nothingness, but will return to this world again. Maybe it will turn into grass and trees, maybe it will fall into the river, or it will fall into the river. One day, if I pass the shoulders of passers-by and think about it this way, won’t I feel so sad anymore?”

"Fellow Taoists don't have to feel sad because of this."

Buddha clasped his hands together and said softly: "There is no greater kindness in the world than saving lives."

"Crossing the ocean of suffering is the greatest good outcome."

"My Dharma has been perfected at this moment, so there is no need for any gratitude or any sadness."

Living beings cannot break the cycle of life and death, which is suffering.

However, it is evil in itself to regard the reincarnation, death and destruction of the people as the way and to take a casual view of the suffering and death of the people.

In my opinion, all living beings are lovely.

So if one day, the great road rotates, the heaven and the earth are opened, and the catastrophe of the new era becomes the enemy of the living beings in front of me, I will definitely stand on the side of the living beings.

Qi Wuhuo felt the Buddha's way in front of him.

The Buddha seemed to have remembered something and smiled gently: "Speaking of which, fellow Taoists may not know what my heels are. I am one of the spiritual roots of heaven and earth born after the creation of the universe. This is the Bodhi tree. What kind of Buddhism is this? In fact, I am not really a Buddha."

"I left but did not leave, so although this Bodhi tree bears fruit, it has never matured from beginning to end. After I leave, this fruit will also mature. If you are interested, you can come here and get it. "

During this period, with the sound of footsteps, more monks rushed over. After bowing and saluting, they slowly walked into the area covered by the bodhi tree and sat cross-legged. On the ground, there is no longer any need for the golden lotus or the white jade lotus platform. The young Buddha spoke and told the final Dharma.

The tone was calm and tranquil, with tranquility and serenity, and many Bodhisattvas listened quietly.

Finally, they saw the young man under the Bodhi tree closing his eyes, and saw that his body began to ripple in layers, as if it was about to be scattered and broken. Amitabha subconsciously shouted:

"Buddha!"

The young man opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Just close your eyes and rest your mind. Don't make such a noise."

The old Amitabha Buddha, like a novice novice who just started to practice, half-knelt in front of the Buddha and said:

"Buddha, if you leave, what should we do?"

"How will the disciples practice..."

"Isn't cultivation your business? Why are you asking me?"

Amitabha said in a low voice: "I am worried that I will lose my Buddha mind and fall into all kinds of evil again."

The Buddha smiled and said: "Then, if you have to be restrained by external forces to stay away from all evils and desires, isn't that what you call Buddha's heart, and isn't it that you have never practiced it?"

Under a tree not far away, the emperor in black robes and holding a sword looked into the distance. It seemed that he had returned to the Buddhist door in the earliest years of antiquity. Beside him, Lord Yuchen Daodao looked plain, but at this moment, he opened the door. The memory he left for himself, just now the Buddha can be used as a raft to maintain the communication between the past and the present, at the level of Yuzun and above, and naturally this Yuchen Daojun serves as the anchor.

Does the past determine the present, or does this moment reverse the past.

It is not clear whether it is cause or effect.

Lord Yuchen Daodao looked at his palm and said calmly: "It seems that it's time for me to leave."

The young Daojun said calmly: "It's just like in the ancient years, I had another big dream in the mountains and forests... However, this time in the big dream, I fought against my future self, and I fought against you before, so it's the same There are no regrets.”

"No confusion."

"I owe you a debt of gratitude to that monk."

"Buddhist, please give me a stable life."

Qi Wuhuo nodded lightly. Daojun didn't say anything more. He patted his disciple's shoulder, smiled freely, raised the Qingping Sword in his hand again, and walked forward. Just like before, his steps became lighter and his body gradually became lighter. It dispersed, and finally turned into a wisp of spring breeze, and walked into the wind. In this state, at this stage, Yuchen Daojun will never be seen again.

The essence of Yuchen, the purple smoke of Jiuqing, the radiance of jade, and the true reflection of gold.

Finally, it turned into a qi, flowing and changing, returning to the thirty-fourth day, and left the upper realm of Qing Dynasty for more than ten days.

Qi Wuhuo watched the Yuchen Daojun, who had been transformed into the silhouette of Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun at some stage in the past, leaving, and whispered in his heart: "Goodbye, teacher..."

The Buddha over there lowered his eyes gently, responded to the confusion of many disciples, and finally smiled and said: "It's time for me to leave too."

Amitabha Buddha said: "Teacher...!"

The Buddha, who seemed to be just a young man, stretched out his hand and stroked the hair of the young novice monk. Finally, he looked stunned and lost his mind with a bitter look on his face. He nodded and said with a smile: "Did you change the path?"

Ran Deng's eyes are sore.

Buddha said softly: "It's also very good. Check out other roads. You can come back in the end, or not come back at all. Don't be bound by something."

He looked at Amitabha, the other monks and Bodhisattvas, and said softly:

"If you think so, then I will come back."

He made a promise.

"But I don't know when I will come back, maybe the next moment, or maybe a long, long time later."

"As always, as I always go, you should practice devoutly as if I am coming, but you must also know that I only seem to be coming, but have not really arrived. Therefore, do not blindly believe in and follow the idol of [Buddha]. Everyone has Buddha Dharma and Buddha nature, so how can there be only one fixed standard?”

Amitabha murmured: "As it has always been, as it has gone, Buddha, Tathagata."

The young man lowered his eyes and smiled, clasping his hands together and reciting his last Buddhist teachings.

"Practice all good and refrain from doing evil."

"That's my method."

The sound dispersed, the wind blew over, and the Buddha, who used his body as a boat to cross the eternity, just for a glimmer of hope, turned into smoke.

Because he was Zhou Fu, all the Taoist ancestors of the Sanqing Dynasty knew the scene of the final catastrophe in the future.

Therefore, Sanqing could cultivate people who could defeat the final calamity. In the end, it was this person who could defeat the final calamity and passed the message back. Everything was perfect except for the last one. The last voice of the Buddha was warm and peaceful, with blessings. :

"please--"

"We must break through the final calamity."

Many monks burst into tears, but the Bodhi fruit had not matured for several kalpas.

On this day, I finally matured.

Qi Wuhuo held up the lotus in his hand. He looked at the direction in which the Buddha was leaving, and nodded solemnly. The lotus in his hand spread out. The strength and determination entrusted to him by the original heavenly king, spanning countless years and determination, fell on inside his body.

It takes time. It just takes time to polish the Qi of Yuzun, like tree buds in the rain. At this moment, it begins to grow at an incredible speed. When he reaches his current state, his cultivation is no longer possible for others to instill, but the original heavenly king's Entrustment is enough to erase Qi Wuhuo's most critical flaw——

time.

Qi Wuhuo closed his eyes.

The calamity was observed and the calamity was broken, and the context behind all the events in the past was finally fully understood.

The light flowing on the Bodhi tree is moving, indicating that the Qi mechanism in the Taoist body has been completed.

The aura of Yuzun stretches throughout the body.

Only one step left.

I scratched my head, and then tried to get back to my normal schedule. It should be back to the second watch, so I bowed.

Good night everyone, please take care of yourself.

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