The Great Tao Chronicle

   Chapter 898 Gotama

"you"

   The messy hair on the shop surface was blown up, and Lin Qianlong turned over, and a red fire suddenly appeared in his empty eyes:

"It's you!"

  Lin Qianlong's heart trembled, as if struck by thunder, and his mind suddenly returned to a few years ago.

   On that day, the Taoist stood before him like this, looking at himself calmly, with just one glance, his heart was full of anger, and he was completely unwilling to melt into clouds.

  In the end, he just bowed his head cowardly, and was speechless.

   "A few years later, when someone comes here and walks with him, all the grievances of the past will be written off."

   In a trance, the voice I heard a few years ago re-emerged in my heart.

  Lin Qianlong was as blessed as he was, and half bowed to the ground, a long neigh could not help coming out of his mouth.

   is like a snake, like a dragon, like a horse.

"This is."

   Gautama was slightly startled, and there was a subtle feeling in his mind. No one could see the mark with the word 'Swastika', which slowly turned again.

   There seemed to be a vast ancient voice resounding in his heart, as if someone had left a mark, a trace, on this person that only he could capture.

   It seems that someone wants to tell himself something.

  OM~

   As the sound waves flowed, Gautama's heart trembled. He seemed to see the boundless light and shadow flowing in his heart.

   In a trance, he seemed to see another self, a specious self, in this endless light and shadow.

  My own talent in the light and shadow is vertical and horizontal.

  The weak crown is enlightened. Feeling the sufferings of life, old age, sickness, death, etc. in the world, he abandons his honor and becomes enlightened to practice the Dharma.

   Looking at the paradoxical alter ego, Gautama was touched.

   He watched 'self' practise literature and martial arts, watched himself travel to various countries, traveled all over the four continents, the four seas, and felt the world.

   Watching 'self' go to the sixth-level heavenly tower, and entering all realms to seek 'enlightenment'.

   saw the life of 'myself'.

  I saw life and I saw death!

  It was a snow-covered mountain top, sitting quietly under a linden tree for seven years, and finally achieved positive results.

   On that day, the celestial demons attacked and all the kalpas descended. They rose from under the Bodhi tree, and the golden lotus blossomed on the ground where their feet fell. After walking seven steps, the golden body was accomplished, and he pointed to the sky and cut the ground, and chanted:

  ‘In heaven and earth, I am the only one! ’

   He saw the four continents in shock, the seas boiled, thousands of beasts howled, and groups of ghosts danced wildly.

   He saw the Dragon Gate of the South China Sea wide open, with thousands of dragons chanting, and holy dragons drooping their eyes.

   He saw the muddy ground, the blood shone into the sky, and the demon Asura danced and wept.

  I also saw the Holy Land of Sumeru in the Western Heavens, with the Buddha's light going straight to the bullfighting

   He saw the Burning Saint from outside the heavens coming into the world, and he spoke of the past, promising him the 'Supreme Enlightened One who dominates the present'.

   I have also seen the 'self' on the top of the snowy mountain, under the Bodhi tree, pushes the resignation of the burning saint, rejects the decree of the imperial court, is not invited by the great devil, and does not worship the heavenly saint who came into the world.

   When the saints came, he gave a final lecture for the disciples, and then returned to the Bodhi tree, laying down on the right side with his hands on the pillow, saying to himself, "I would rather suffer perdition for eternity than seek liberation from the saints."

  Enjoy Nirvana

  In the end, mountains seem to appear in the light and shadow, and the perspectives change, turning into a mountain and a mountain.

   The Taoist sat on the top of the mountain with his back to him, as if he was looking at the sea of ​​​​clouds in the distance. He didn't see his face, only saw his long hair hanging down his shoulders, and only felt that his breath was erratic and vast, as vast as the sky.

"That is."

   Gotama's heart skipped a beat when the Taoist man turned around.

  Boom!

   It seems that a thunderbolt blows through the sea of ​​​​heart.

   At this moment, Gautama only felt that all phenomena were destroyed, and all the sights had faded away. Only on the Taoist robe on the Taoist’s chest, the Taiji diagram was spinning violently.

   "Swastika!"

   Gautama was in a trance, and the image of the Taiji diagram spinning violently was very similar to the 'Swastika' seal that had followed him for many years.

   This man.

hold head high!

  The expressions of many people inside and outside the long street changed, and I saw a scarlet, mysterious light surging from the beggar with the broken leg.

   In the next instant, the brilliance faded.

   The beggar with long hair has disappeared, replaced by a supernatural horse with red hair like fire, shoulder height two feet tall!

  It looks like a horse but has horns, like a snake but has hooves, and like a dragon but has no scales. With a long neigh, everyone who hears the sound will only feel a tremor in body and mind.

   "What happened? Then, how did that beggar become a horse?"

   "Where is the horse? It's clearly a dragon-blooded monster!"

   "Good guy, who is that yellow-haired boy? Turning people into horses?"

   Inside and outside the long street, in the nearby attic restaurants, all the people who saw this scene were in an uproar, and they looked at each other in surprise.

   "This, this is."

   In the crowd, the pupils of Zhulong, who was watching from the sidelines, could not help shrinking, and his heart shook violently.

   At this moment, even a person of his realm didn't notice any signs. If he hadn't experienced it himself, he wouldn't even be able to tell that the dragon horse was originally a person!

   As if, it is a dragon horse!

   turned that '険' into a horse, he, what is he going to do?

   Zhulong's heart was trembling, and he couldn't help but look back at Shouyang Mountain, his eyes were full of surprise and fear.

  You must know that Xun is the 'Emperor's Ten Crusades', the inextinguishable demons and ghosts descended from the sky, with an unparalleled temperament, and it is difficult to surrender.

   In those days, there were many great gods who wanted to conquer this demon, including Buddha, but they all ended in failure. At this time, this big demon actually crawls in front of a mediocre teenager.

   This technique is so ingenious that it is no longer the handwriting of the primordial spirit, or even the ordinary creation.

   What made him even more terrified was that Daoist Na Hongxuan subdued such an unparalleled demon, but gave it to such a little guy, what was he going to do?

"what happened?"

  Qiao Moke was even more confused, and it was not until his son rode on the grotesque dragon horse that he regained his senses.

   "Dharma!"

  Jomoko was startled and raised his hand to hold the horse's head.

"hold head high!"

   The dragon horse neighed, opening a mouth, and a mouthful of fine and ferocious teeth had been gritted down.

   "Don't be rude!"

   On the horse's back, Gotama gradually regained his senses, raised his hand and knocked on the head of the horse to stop the dragon horse's movements.

   "Dharma?"

  Jomoko heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "This horse?"

   "This horse."

   Gautama hesitated, but finally shook his head: "Father, don't panic, this horse rides very well, very well."

   The memory surged in his heart, the light and shadow changed, and even with his state of mind, it was difficult to calm down for a while.

   He was amazed that someone could see his birth, old age, sickness and death, and he was also puzzled by that person's purpose for letting him see all this.

   "It's not advisable to stay here for a long time, let's go and see the Patriarch."

  Jomoko knew that his son was not telling the truth, but he did not ask any further questions. He only glanced at the crowd surrounding him and frowned.

   Gautama nodded, and with a thought, the dragon horse under his seat had already stepped out of the city gate.

  Leaving many pedestrians talking about it.

   "This boy"

   Looking at the father and son who were far away, Zhulong did not catch up, but remembered this scene deeply in his heart.

   At the foot of Shouyang Mountain, several official roads are open vertically and horizontally. The former wild land has been repaired to be extremely flat and tidy, and the grass and trees beside the roads are straight and straight.

   From now on, you can see the Taoist temple on the top of Shouyang Mountain surrounded by emerald green.

"teacher"

   When Qiao Moke's mind was complicated, the dragon horse behind him let out a long neigh and stopped moving forward.

  Qiao Moke looked back in surprise, but saw his son dismount, took a step forward, knelt down in front of him, and kowtowed respectfully.

   "Dharma?"

  Jomoko's heart skipped a beat, a touch of unease rose, and he quickly raised his hand to pick up his son: "What are you doing?"

   "Father taught me earnestly, Bodhidharma will never forget it"

   Gautama looked respectful, with a slightly complicated meaning, but he did not stand up and kowtowed again: "Confucianism has a saying, my parents are here, I don't travel far. Today, today, Gautama will say goodbye to my parents."

   "Farewell? Where are you going?"

  Jomoko's heart was even more disturbed, he held his son's arm tightly, and categorically refused: "No, no way! You don't have a cultivation base, you don't have to go far, I'm afraid you will be killed if you don't."

   "Father's words are bad, my son just hasn't done it yet. A few years ago, my father taught the 'Big Dragon Elephant', 'Giant Spirit Town World's Way', and 'Myriad Laws and Four Calamities', which my son will always remember in his heart."

   Gautama kowtowed nine times before getting up with the help of his father, and the complex color flashed by.

  The sea of ​​​​heart is not enough to make his state of mind and cultivation change earth-shaking.

   Suspiciously seems to have witnessed his own 'life and death', and his mind is also difficult to calm down.

"you"

   Seeing that Gautama had decided to leave, Jomoko had to sigh, "Going to tell your mother? She will be worried."

   "Trouble the father, give it to the mother for the child, the elder sister said something."

   Gautama shook his head.

   "At least, we're going to see the Patriarch, right? We're all at the door."

   Jomoko had a headache.

   He knew that his son was firm-hearted. Whose children could not speak for more than ten years because they didn't want to speak?

   His decision, I'm afraid I can't undo it.

   But he was thinking of going up the mountain to meet the teacher and let the teacher teach the child. In this way, even if he traveled far, he would feel more at ease.

   "Patriarch."

   Gautama looked up at Shouyang Mountain, and vaguely, he seemed to see the figure of a Taoist in the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

   That Daoist didn't seem to have any intention of concealing it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ just by looking at it, he recognized the Daoist who appeared in his heart and told himself all this.

   is the patriarch who has never been masked with himself.

   "Want to see him?"

   Gautama's mind moved slightly, and he was impulsive, but after thinking about it again and again, he still shook his head and refused:

   "Baby doesn't want to see the Patriarch at this time, Patriarch, maybe he also thinks that the baby will travel far away."

   After saying that, he shook his sleeve robe and bowed to his father again, without looking at his father's face, he took a step and got on his horse.

   Accompanied by the long neigh of the dragon horse, it ran towards the distance.

   "Dharma."

  Jomoko's heart trembled, he wanted to stop him, but he lowered his arm.

  People can stop it, but how can the heart stop it?

   He let out a long sigh, before turning around to look at Shouyang Mountain and stepping up.

   Just thinking about his son's abnormal behavior and words before, but his heart is a little more complicated.

   "Teacher, is that you?"

   (end of this chapter)