I am immortal

In the Buddha's kingdom, the Buddha's light is flowing, and the black-robed emperor is walking forward. The old Buddha and the future Buddha are on both sides, walking slowly forward, followed closely behind. The other Bodhisattvas, Vajras, and Arhats are not qualified to accompany them and can only stand at a distance. Chu watched quietly, Yang Jian followed him. Emperor Zhenwu seemed to be going to a forbidden place. Elder Buddha and Future Buddha stopped and only watched the Dao Sect Emperor walking alone to the most secret and mysterious place in Buddhism.

The importance and significance of that place, not to mention foreign immortals, not even our own Bodhisattva, can go there. Its status is probably not inferior to the status of Haotian Treasure House in heaven, but when this gentle-looking emperor When he proposed to go there, the Buddha didn't object at all.

He just stopped outside this treasured place and watched Emperor Zhenwu go away.

That place was special, and Yang Jian never accompanied him.

Thousands of years ago, this place still had practitioners of the seventeen Buddha channels entering it. However, after the great tribulation a thousand years ago, it was much cleaner. Emperor Zhenwu was walking slowly. Flowers and grass were luxuriant on both sides, and the bodhi tree was growing very well. Apart from the sound of the wind, there was no other noise.

Under the huge bodhi tree in front, a skinny old Taoist was already standing there waiting, with his hands clasped in front of him, calling him emperor, it was Ran Deng, and said softly:

"Long time no see. The old master is so old, but the emperor is even more elegant than before."

Qi Wuhuo looked deeply at his old friend in front of him, then smiled and said gently:

"Fellow Taoist, it seems that you have some understanding."

Ran Deng shook his head, invited Qi Wuhuo to sit down, took out the tea cup and teapot, and made tea for the black-robed emperor in front of him. He lowered his eyes at the tea cup and replied in a gentle tone: "There is no understanding. Those who don’t understand it are just that the Bodhi fruit has matured as promised back then, so it was just given to the emperor.”

Emperor Zhenwu sat on the stone bench and saw Ran Deng raising his hand. He had abandoned his Buddhist cultivation back then, and now it seemed that he had a different climate. Threads of golden Buddha light spread out, and the Bodhi fruit It fell down and landed firmly on the stone table, with strands of Buddha light flowing and changing.

This can be regarded as the companion treasure of the original Buddha.

After several kalpas of nourishment, its foundation is spiritual and extremely profound. No one dares to underestimate this treasure. It is enough to make the Antarctic Immortal Emperor a little excited. When this object appears, the Buddha's light in the Buddhist kingdom It seems much richer.

boom! ! !

Above the Buddha Kingdom, there are blue and purple thunders running past.

The power of the thunder was powerful, but it also vaguely carried the endless divine will. It shocked many Bodhisattva Vajra, but Ran Deng was calm and said softly: "This thing is too precious. The Buddha and the others somewhat left it in the Buddha's country. I thought about it, but the Buddha had made an appointment with the emperor back then, so this thing is now considered to have returned to its original owner."

"This thing is rich in charm. In the future, if the emperor wants to refine treasures or elixirs, he will be in charge of it."

Emperor Zhenwu stretched out his hand, held the Bodhi Fruit in his palm, and felt its lively spirituality.

He didn't stay on this top treasure for too long.

But he looked at Taoist Ran Deng in front of him and said gently: "So, fellow Taoist, where are you?"

"In the Buddhist Kingdom, after guarding this Bodhi Fruit for a thousand years, will you follow me back to Zhenwu Mansion?" The old Taoist sighed, with a strong apology on his face, and said softly: "As I say, you will not leave. ”

Emperor Zhenwu didn't seem surprised by this development. He just smiled and asked:

"Fellow Taoist, it seems that you have thought clearly. Can you tell me about it?"

Ran Deng Taoist said: "Actually, there is nothing worth listening to. In the beginning, I just lit lamps and candles in front of the Buddha's throne to illuminate the darkness around me. It was because the Buddha left and no one around me chanted Buddhist sutras anymore. No one is willing to illuminate the darkness for the common people, so I am so confused."

"During those years, I practiced the seventeen channels of Buddhism. Although there were many, I could not find the path. When I was confused, I left the Dharma and went to the path. Later, I saw my Buddha return and knew what my Buddha had done, and then I woke up. …My so-called practice has always been just waiting for the Buddha to return.”

"That's not practice. It's just pinning one's hopes on the Buddha. It's entering the devil's path."

"I have been sitting here for thousands of years and finally found my own path."

The old Taoist stood up, finally clasped his hands together, bowed deeply to the man sitting there, whose temperament was as calm and deep as the sky and the floor, and said softly:

"Over the years, I am grateful for the Emperor's care. After today, I will forgive you for burning the lamp and can no longer accompany you."

Emperor Zhenwu looked at him with joy in his eyes and said with a smile: "Congratulations, fellow Taoist."

Taoist Ran Deng felt ashamed and said: "If you abandon the Tao and return to the Buddha, you are no longer worthy of being an emperor or a Taoist friend."

Emperor Zhenwu said with a gentle smile: "Why do Taoist friends insist on Buddhism? The so-called Taoist friends are just walking together for a part of this journey."

"We've walked side by side, it's time to say goodbye."

"Relationships in the world are always like this."

Ran Deng felt ashamed and guilty, but after hearing this, his expression was complicated. He raised his head and looked at the majestic Zhenwu Emperor in front of him. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

Emperor Zhenwu raised his hand, and the mature Bodhi Fruit slowly circled in his palm, with extremely strong spirituality escaping and flowing. If this fruit were eaten by others, it would probably be enough to create the most powerful one immediately. A perfect foundation, even a foundation that directly points to the level of great products.

Even for the realm of Yuzun, it is an incredible treasure, and the Antarctic Immortal Emperor was attracted by it.

But at this time, Emperor Zhenwu thought of the monk who used himself as a raft to transform the world thousands of years ago. With a peaceful expression, he raised his eyes to look at the southern sky tower, and seemed to have seen the changing thunder in that direction. Zhi Qi, roaring and running, contains extremely powerful power, but it never falls because it is on guard against Zhenwu.

Emperor Zhenwu withdrew his gaze, suddenly raised his finger, and pointed directly at the Bodhi fruit.

The majestic power flows and changes. In an instant, the Buddha's light disperses, and the boundless power rises into the sky, turning into a majestic stream of light. The sound of thunder suddenly rises, as if it will be chopped down at any time. Yang Jian, who is sitting cross-legged, mentions Weapon stood up and his eyes lit up, but Amitabha and Maitreya Buddha were puzzled.

Taoist Ran Deng stood up, only to see that the Bodhi Fruit turned into flowing light. The vitality and spirituality were not refined, but turned into a boundless and majestic posture. He was suppressed and restrained by Emperor Zhenwu. Ran Deng was stunned and lost his mind, saying: "This, this is ...!"

Emperor Zhenwu said: "Over the years, I have learned some creation techniques from my empress."

I learned a little bit about the method of creation...

Taoist Ran Deng was stunned.

Just this sentence gave him a familiar feeling. He still remembered that the emperor was like this back then. He said many jaw-dropping words in an understatement. After the Bodhi Fruit was enlightened and the Buddha's light dispersed, A young man who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old appeared.

The whole body is clear, without any distracting thoughts; the spirit is quiet, with the fragrance of flowers, grass and trees, without the attachment of seven emotions and six desires. Its Qi mechanism is familiar, and Taoist Ran Deng recognizes it. This is the transformation of the Bodhi fruit, and its seniority is extremely high. , if the age and heels continue to be traced back, it is enough to be on the same level as the Jade Emperor and others.

But now that he has just woken up, his spirit is immature.

This fruit belongs to wood and has no original shape. It falls with the wind and does not burn when exposed to fire. Because of the encounter with Zhenwu Zhentian, it was enlightened by the methods of Emperor Wa. By chance, it turned into the appearance of a young man from a human race. Emperor Zhenwu raised his hand. Pointing at the center of the child's brow, the aura broke through, making it infinitely charming and restrained. Then he slowly opened his eyes, which were as clear as the sky, yet confused and confused.

Ran Deng's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously took a step forward and said, "My Buddha?!"

But he saw the confusion and confusion in the young boy's eyes, the boundless clarity, the fresh feeling of looking at the world like a bird breaking its shell, so Ran Deng's steps stopped, and he recognized that this couldn't be... Even if the Buddha has a similar foundation and background, the young boy in front of him is not and cannot be the unique Buddha after all.

Ran Deng looked at the young man with sad eyes, then raised his head, looked at the black-robed emperor in front of him, and said: "The emperor is merciful..."

He originally thought that this Bodhi Fruit would be transformed into the alchemy furnace by the Supreme Disciple, but he never thought that the Zhenwu Emperor would enlighten him. He almost blurted out, hoping that the Emperor would accept him as a Disciple, but he soon realized that even the god general Yang Jian was not his disciple, but had his name under Lian Yang Temple.

Moreover, what a Taoist disciple emphasizes when getting started is that it is natural and cannot be forced. In the end, he just said:

"Thank you, Emperor..."

Although this child in the form of Bodhi Fruit was frighteningly tall in terms of seniority and height, he was still ignorant. Emperor Zhenwu stretched out his hand and transformed into a set of gray clothes for him to wear. The child curiously pulled at the clothes on his body, smelling the breath on his body. Gradually it has returned to the common world, but it is still lively and agile.

Emperor Zhenwu finished drinking Lan Deng's tea, stood up and left, followed by Yang Jian, who looked at the immature boy who followed the black-robed emperor with some curiosity. This boy gave him an extremely ancient feeling. I thought it was some elder.

When they walked out of the Buddhist Kingdom, the sky was already lowered, and the thunder was booming and booming. It was not an ordinary thunder, nor was it the magical power of the Thunder Department. This thunder occurred in the Antarctic sky. The roar circulated. Yang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly and he said: "... …The Antarctic Immortal Emperor?!!”

Emperor Zhenwu said calmly: "Yang Jian."

The voice was calm, but it was not a term of endearment or a nickname. It already represented something.

The god general Yang Jian solemnly said: "The last general is here."

The black-robed emperor said calmly: "Let's go to the Zhenwu Mansion and tell the giant spirit, Wang E, the king of heaven, and the great true king Tianpeng to be prepared."

This sentence was calm, but it made the eyes of Amitabha on both sides twitch wildly. His expression was slightly condensed. He clasped his hands and bowed in salute. He did not dare to ask, but he was shocked and frightened in his heart, and he sighed again——

The young Taoist holding the sword back then had now acquired the terrifying power to stir up the entire Six Realms in one sentence, or to suppress the order of the Six Realms.

This sentence...could it be said that Beidi Zhenwu is finally going to take action against the Antarctic Changsheng Emperor?

The conflict between the two sides has finally reached a limit, and the situation can no longer be eased?

Thoughts surged in the hearts of these Buddhist practitioners, but they did not dare to ask.

The true martial arts is supreme, the heaven-suppressing spirit is the answer, and the position of the emperor cannot be easily measured.

Don't dare to be tempted or think about it.

Don't dare to think, don't dare to think.

Yang Jianfu saluted again, turned into a ray of light and left. The group of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas sent Emperor Zhenwu away from the Buddhist kingdom. When these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas stopped, Taoist Ran Deng was still standing at the front, silently seeing each other off, and the black-robed emperor's footsteps After a pause, he said gently: "Fellow Taoist, just send it here."

Ran Deng paused, looked at the back in front of him, and moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something.

Emperor Zhenwu never looked back, he just smiled and said softly: "Fellow Taoist, don't worry."

"You have your own path to walk, and I have my own path, but no matter where you go in the future, at least this journey is worthwhile. I am lucky to be able to walk with you on this journey...Master Randeng."

Behind him, the old Taoist trembled when he heard the title.

The old Taoist raised his head and looked at him.

In a daze, what he saw in front of him was not the enigmatic Zhenwu Dangmo Emperor with a temperament as deep as hell, but the Taoist priest from more than a thousand years ago, the young man with spring breeze and autumn moon in his eyes and a smile on his lips. , he turned slightly sideways, looked at the burning lamp, his eyes were calm, as if he already knew something, and said softly:

"The road is vast, let's go our separate ways. Fellow Taoist, I say goodbye."

Ran Deng has been absent-minded for a long time. When they met in Zhongzhou City, the demon world fought together, Landuo Temple saved his life, they spent a decade together day and night, and they sat idle for a thousand years, all the scenes became vivid and appeared in front of his eyes. Ran Deng suddenly laughed. , smiling and suddenly crying.

He clasped his hands together, his black hair fell out, and he was the old monk again, softly saying:

"Then, Wu Huo..."

"Farewell."

"We'll see you again someday."

Then the Zhenwu Emperor in his eyes was Qi Wuzhuo again. Qi Wuzhuo nodded gently, turned around, and under the gaze of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, he took the seemingly ordinary little boy with his palm and walked out of the Buddha. Guoling Mountain is getting farther and farther away and can no longer be seen.

Behind him, the old monk Ran Deng also turned around and walked back to the Buddhist Kingdom step by step.

He walked under the bodhi tree, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and his body was in the hazy Buddha light. Suddenly his body was enveloped in it, and he recited Buddhist sutras in his mouth, and then said:

"I must swear to practice the Buddha's righteous teachings with my own body."

"If the World Honored One wants to observe, I will use my eyes; if the World Honored One wants to punish, I will use my fists."

"If the world is dark and turbid, the World Honored One cannot come out, and the world is dark, I would like to transform myself into a candle and light a lamp with my body."

He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and the Buddha's light soared into the sky, vast and majestic, flowing vastly. When it gradually dispersed, under the Bodhi tree, there was no longer the Randen Taoist who walked the world with the young Zhenwu. That old monk, Ran Deng, who had practiced Buddhism to the end, abandoned Buddhism to practice Taoism, sat there for a thousand years, and returned to Buddhism.

Under the Bodhi tree, the only light is always on.

Shine around.