The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Xu He opened his eyes. A long retreat was over. There was only a dim space left in the room. The gray walls were replaced by mottled soil. In front of him was no longer the door of the wing, but dirt.

He has been buried in the earth.

It's not that he died. After realizing my Buddha, Xu He felt that the world was vast and he no longer had the so-called five declines of heaven and man. His life span was endlessly extended.

Maybe not endless, but at least a thousand years.

Xu He peeled off the soil, and when he saw the sun again, he saw lush flowers, plants and trees, and his temple had disappeared.

The friend's bones had long been turned into a handful of loess, and only the remaining spiritual energy in the soil could be used to determine where they were buried.

"Amitabha."

Xu He lowered his head and chanted a Dharma chant.

With a wave of his hand, the soil was shaped, the trees moved, and in an instant a small temple appeared again.

Just like back then.

The next day, the fallen leaves in the forest floated to the door, and the old monk picked up the broom to clean them again.

More than ten years passed like this, Xu He suddenly wanted to go out for a look, so he walked out.

After 10 years of wandering in the tedious and spiritual world, sects were shuffled and dynasties changed. Thousands of years have passed. Except for those sects with long heritage, most sects can only last for three generations before declining.

Many even died in the second generation.

If a powerful person at the founder level leaves, he will soon disappear in the long river of history.

Xu He finally visited the Shangqing Palace, and the contemporary head received him.

"What did this master do?"

"I once had an old friend named Li Shengxian. It has been a thousand years, and I miss him so much when I think of him again. I wonder if there is an old friend or disciple in the Shangqing Palace?"

Xu He asked.

A thousand years is enough to kill most people, but inheritance can last for thousands of years, and a thousand years is not too long for inheritance.

I remember that Li Shengxian had several Taoist companions, but I don’t know if there are any descendants.

The current head of the Shangqing Palace was stunned for a long time. Xu He was a little surprised. Has it only been a thousand years that no one knew the name of his old friend?

"Li Shengxian..." The leader pondered for a while, "There is indeed such a senior in the sect, but I don't have a deep impression of him. There should be records in the classics."

Later, the head of Shangqing Palace took Xu He to search for records, and indeed found traces of Li Shengxian, including only a few descriptions.

Although Xu He was also a little dissatisfied, he said: "Brother Li was so graceful back then, but now it's only been a thousand years, why are there only a few strokes left?"

"Well... maybe the classics collected in the door have been lost. After all, the Shangqing Palace has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, which can be traced back to the ancient times. There are too many powerful seniors. But if it has only been a thousand years, the Gongfa Pavilion should There will be records."

The contemporary head of the Shangqing Palace took him to the Gongfa Pavilion again.

Generally speaking, exercises are the easiest to pass on because there will always be people learning them.

Life stories and the like, unless one is an extremely expert or a person with great merit, generally speaking, they will disappear after thousands of years.

It is rare for Li Shengxian to have only a few strokes left over a thousand years.

In the Kung Fu Pavilion, the two of them searched for several months but could not find one.

"this……"

"Is this how Shangqing Palace treats my friends?"

Xu He's eyes moved slightly. Although he was dissatisfied, he had never been truly angry.

It finally turned into a sigh.

"That's all, let me help him write a book, a life story and a skill."

The two of them often discussed Taoism together, and their ideas of Taoism were very similar, as if they were from the same school. This also established a profound friendship between them, and it is difficult to find such Taoist friends in the world.

Xu He picked up the pen and wrote down the three characters Li Shengxian, and then began to write about his life.

He only wrote less than a hundred words, and his whole body was wet with sweat, as if he had experienced a war.

Xu He then wanted to write down the thunder method they discussed, but couldn't write a single word. Whenever the tip of the pen touched the paper, it seemed that the ink on the hair was like thousands of mountains.

Why?

He finally left full of doubts, because for some reason there was always an indescribable heaviness that enveloped his heart in Shangqing Palace.

Returning to the small temple, I finally felt relaxed.

Xu He was sure that he could not go down the mountain.

In the same year, a sapling grew inexplicably in the courtyard.

He called it Bodhi.

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Four thousand years old.

The Bodhi tree is already three meters high and looks like an ordinary pine tree. It always emits a soft light and envelopes the entire small temple.

In this light, Xu He felt unprecedented peace of mind and relaxation. At this time, every step he took outside felt like he was carrying a mountain.

And this feeling of heaviness gets heavier the more people he comes into contact with.

Suddenly one day, Bodhi spoke.

"Xu He."

Xu He was sweeping the floor, but he just raised his head and said, "Old monk's name is often hidden."

Bodhi said: "Xu He is a gift from a supreme being, and it is also the basis of your existence. If you don't have this name, you will disappear in an instant."

After saying this, Bodhi was silent no more.

The next time he spoke was a year later.

The Bodhi tree recounted the last topic: "You need to hold on to the two words of Xu and He at all times. Only by holding on to these two words can you transfer the cause and effect of your existence to the supreme being. Only he can bear it for you. "

"who is he?"

Xu He asked, another year has passed since this question.

"I can't say, but he will be born in 50,000 years." A ray of light fell from the Bodhi tree, and a dim yellow fruit fell, half buried among the fallen leaves.

"Although you are a human race, you are not a normal human race. If you eat this spiritual fruit, you will transform into an innate being and travel backwards for fifty thousand years to meet him."

"Since we need that being to bear the cause and effect, wouldn't it be the opposite of changing our human race?" Xu He was not completely ignorant.

He knew that he was trapped in the so-called chess game of the Supreme Being. He had no room for resistance, but there was no need to resist.

Xu He even felt that this kind of thing was natural.

After a little thought, you can understand that maybe you are one of the incarnations. In this case, why do you need to listen to Bodhi's words?

They come, the security.

It was enough for him to practice Buddhism and chant sutras all his life without any worries or pain. Now that the Buddha's path is complete and you understand the true meaning of my Buddha, what else do you want?

Bodhi said: "You are not a real living being yet."

This time the Bodhi tree said two words, Xu He thought that his power or some kind of interference was stronger. Xu He then tried to cut down the tree, but to no avail after decades of trying.

Bodhi revived again, and the tree grew 10 times taller, with a face in the middle, saying: "It seems you don't believe me."

"I believe it, but it's not necessary." Xu He swept the floor as usual.

"A long time ago, I would vaguely dream of some memories. In the ordinary world, I was a house slave, then a barefoot doctor, and then a rebel..."

"Up to now, I have lived for 4,000 years. These 4,000 years are not as long as those decades. My old friend described me as a zombie, confused and ignorant of the future."

"You look a lot like him."

Some familiar shadows can be seen in the Bodhi tree.

Transparent and transcendent.

If the other person is an ordinary person, then even if he is contaminated with his aura, he can be regarded as a hero, but in the end he will not have good results.

The strength of a mortal cannot lift the energy of a saint.

So Xu He lost in his previous life and was doomed from the beginning.

If a cultivator is infected with a ray of immortal energy, he will be as successful as he is now.

Xu He is not the incarnation of Li Changsheng, he can only be regarded as a hair or a thought grown by the other party.

What Panhu has to do now is to get him out.

As for how to withdraw?

It's very simple and doesn't require much skill. You just need to tell the other person one thing.

Li Changsheng is far more than Buddhism and Taoism.

The Bodhi tree fell into silence again.

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a thousand years.

Xu He calculated this way, but he actually didn't live that long. Since I have been completely isolated from the outside world, without any communication, time has become meaningless.

During this period, he was still studying Buddhism, and his cultivation was still improving. Step by step, the ancient holy king at his peak could become my Buddha.

Suddenly one day.

A woman walked in outside the door, with gray hair, a tired face, and a look of death.

The old monk looked up and saw the woman smiling and said, "Almsgiver Muyu, how are you doing lately?"

Muyu, this is the name given by the old monk. It doesn't have any special meaning, it's just that the other person changed into a wooden fish, and then the homophony was chosen considering its identity.

The creatures in heaven and earth have no gender, but everything is divided into yin and yang.

Mu Yu smiled lightly and said, "Master, I haven't seen you for a long time. Is it possible that the gods and humans are failing?"

"I have attained enlightenment and can live for tens of thousands of years, but I don't have to worry about my life. The reasons are quite complicated and cannot be revealed."

Xu He shook his head, and suddenly a feeling of fatigue and heaviness came over him, as if his time was moving again at this moment.

Mu Yu did not go into details and said: "Master, I am carrying evil energy, can it be cured?"

"Yes." Xu He nodded without thinking. From the moment she entered the door, she noticed that there was an evil aura under the other party's thick death aura.

"But before that, can you tell me where the evil spirit comes from?"

"I heard that there is a underworld in the far west, and there is an opportunity to become a saint, so I spent thousands of years stepping into the underworld. In the end, I didn't see any of them, but I was injured all over." Mu Yu replied.

Her reasons are rare and common among the strong, and people like her are like a carp crossing the river. The end of the strong is either death in battle or death in search of a breakthrough.

Very few die of old age.

"Amitabha, I will do my best to help the donor. But I have something to tell you. Even if you are rescued, you may not live long, no more than 100 years."

Xu He began to use Buddhism to dispel the evil spirits from Mu Yu. It only took a year for the evil spirits to dissipate.

A few years later, Mu Yu turned into a piece of yellow-brown jade.

Mu Yu, died.

Xu He's eyes widened slightly and he couldn't understand why this was happening.

Bodhi Tree spoke again: "My magical power is not as good as the heavens. The years here are all in the past, and Mu Yu's death has long been destined."

"If you want to turn illusion into reality, there is only one way."

"What method?"

Xu He asked.

When he asked this question, he had already undergone an irreversible transformation.

"In fifty thousand years, the Buddha you are talking about will be born. Then you only need to kill him or influence him. You will seize great opportunities and even become him."

"No."

Xu He shook his head and buried Mu Yu.

The Bodhi tree said again: "Your current cultivation level can determine where to place a piece of jade. It will not cause any trouble, and it will not have any cause and effect."

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It’s autumn again.

The Bodhi tree asked: "Can you learn the true meaning of Buddhism?"

"Amitabha, my Buddha is perfect." Xu He answered without hesitation.

"Buddha is only one, one-tenth of Him."

Bodhi left these words and regained his composure again. The old monk was left alone, stunned in place, and did not move for a long time.

Am I just one of them?

Just one of them?

Xu He's emotions were like a volcano erupting at this moment, and thousands of thoughts rushed through him, including shock, disbelief, greed, anger and ignorance.

When Li Shengxian died, he had no trouble because it was human nature.

Although Mu Yu was helpless when she died, this path was her own choice, and she should not force her fate.

But Buddhism alone, the thing that Xu He Qiongji pursued throughout his life, was the only thing that he could not deal with calmly.

His body was shaking violently, and something seemed to be gestating deep in the spiritual platform. It was a yoke, a yoke as thin as spider silk.

After Xu He appeared in Bodhi, he discovered that he was unusual after exploring. It was as if he was not contained by heaven and earth, and his existence was not revealed to heaven.

At the same time, deep inside the spiritual platform is a "shackles".

He tentatively called it that, because the shackles had no coercive force. If he had even a tiny bit of resistance, he could cut it off.

Maybe he can become a living being, maybe he can integrate into this world.

But it's not necessary.

Voluntariness is the most unbreakable shackle, and Xu He doesn't think there is anything wrong with him now.

He has already understood that I, Buddha, have thousands of faces, and perhaps he is one of them.

But suddenly, someone told themselves that I, the Buddha, was only one-tenth of that existence. I am not "me" but a part of me.

What kind of Buddha is left?

Click.

With a crisp sound, Xu He suddenly came back to his senses, with an indescribable sense of relief all over his body.

The Bodhi tree opened its eyes again and said happily: "You have become half a living being. If you could break away from the past years, you might have achieved a lot. But it is a pity that you are no longer him, except for your name. No connection.”

Xu He is dead, and the person in front of him is no longer the Xu He he once was.

"Why?"

"If a hair falls on the ground, does he count as a human being?"

The Bodhi tree fell into silence again. I wonder when it will wake up next?

This place, this person, this thing, this thing is the first time since the beginning of the world. This is the first time Panhu has used the Law of Time to such an extent. The pressure he has endured is immeasurable, and the consequences are even more unpredictable.

Xu He was silent for a long time, neither crying nor fussing. He silently picked up the scriptures passed down by the Bodhi tree many years ago.

"Xiaowu Lei Zhengfa"

boom!

There was a roar of thunder.

Xu He was sitting cross-legged on the ground practicing, and suddenly one day he understood the thunder method, and a familiar feeling came to his heart.

In the past, what he cultivated and realized was not heaven and earth, but my Buddha. A Buddha who is invisible, intangible, and indescribable but really exists.

He thought it was Buddha, but it wasn't.

A person, a vague figure.

For twenty thousand years, the small temple remained motionless.

Thirty thousand years ago, thunder fell from the sky and struck the Bodhi tree.

Xu He was affected by one of the thunderbolts, and the thunder tore his body. Half of his body was charred and black, and he was almost broken at the waist.

Forty thousand years, Xu He could no longer travel or take a single step.

Fifty thousand years later, a dim glow wiped away the small temple, and Xu He had already escaped into the void with the help of Bodhi.

He stands in nothingness, is not in the five elements, and does not enter reincarnation.

This was Panhu's method of escaping into time.

"There are still one thousand years." The Bodhi tree's voice was weak, and its light became dimmer.

"Are we going to die?"

Xu He looked forward. He had improved to a higher level after being taught by Bodhi. He was only one step away from establishing a dojo. However, such cultivation has long exceeded his own limit, so he was forcibly promoted to this level.

Bodhi also said that he had a high foundation, otherwise it would be impossible for others to practice to such an extent.

He saw a blurry back figure a thousand years later.

He raised his hand to look for it, but it turned out to be thousands of mountains.

One thousand, this thousand years is a hurdle that he will never be able to overcome.

"perhaps."

Panhu appeared, and with this step he completely entered the game, advancing time another 500 years.

Five hundred years later, there is an additional dynasty in the world, just like countless dynasties in the past tens of thousands of years.

They are all subordinates of the Immortal Sect, and the final destination of the capable and powerful people is to pursue the great road.

But it is different. It stands in history and no one can touch it.

Thousands of dynasties before were all sand castles, now they are adamantite.

Because a supreme being will be born in this dynasty, even if it is only slightly involved, it is enough to be remembered by history and unshakable by the years.

Rumble.

The world shook, and a vague figure came through the air, another supreme being.

Xu He couldn't see through the other person at all.

Dayu Yansheng lowered his voice and said, "Can it be done?"

Panhu said: "He won't stop me. This is my only chance."

"." Dayu Yansheng was silent for a while, and then decided to give it a try.

Because this is indeed an opportunity.

The incarnation of Dayu Yansheng merged into Panhu, and history advanced for another three hundred years.

A Qingshui village appeared with sparse and ordinary names. Half of the names of the villages built along the river were related to water.

Boom!

A clear light broke through the long river of history and continued to advance history in place of Dayu Yansheng.

The power of heaven, Tao Zun.

Two hundred years. One hundred and thirty years. Ten years and one year.

Panhu's seven orifices began to bleed, the spiritual platform began to break, and the formless Taoist fruit of immortality also began to shake.

He didn't cry because of the scar, but he smiled because he was so close to that figure.

"You have gone against the current for 50,000 years just to do this. How majestic!"

"what do I do?"

Xu He was confused, and Panhu replied: "Do you know how crazy it is to seek the truth?"

After saying this, when Xu He came back to his senses, he had already landed outside Qingshui Village, less than a hundred steps away from the village.

He looked back into the void and saw only the last fallen leaf of the Bodhi tree, but there were three supreme beings who promoted him and sent him to the time when 'my Buddha' was born.

Xu He stepped forward, and every step he took seemed like thousands of mountains were pressing down on him, and every inch of flesh and blood and soul were trembling.

"The Buddha is right in front of you."

Run regardless of everything, even if your cultivation is ruined, even if your body is broken.

See you in person, see you in person! See the birth of my Buddha!

Suddenly a baby's cry was heard in the village, and the immortal way was born.

A highway appears, one person can walk alone, and there is no room for others.

Xu He turned into bubbles as the sound appeared, and three figures behind him wanted to save him, but in the end they themselves were also involved, and suddenly fell into the undercurrent of the tsunami.

Any struggle seems futile.

puff!

Panhu vomited out most of his life force in a mouthful of blood, and the holy blood dripped onto the chessboard. He struggled to support his body and looked up to the front.

Hope he can change a little bit.

Li Yi was as unmoving as a rock. Facing the three Wuxiang's attacks, he just said a word.

"Do you all like to dream?"

Panhu fainted completely.