Following Wang Boan's words, Luo Yi suddenly fell into a deep sleep.
The so-called saying follows the law is nothing more than this.
In fact, very few people know this young monk's real name, and even fewer dare to call him by his first name.
Of course, Luo Yi is one of them now.
Of course, it's not because it will violate any taboos, but everyone in the world feels that calling him by his name would be a bit disrespectful to this young monk.
Therefore, many people who are lucky enough to meet him will respectfully call him Mr. Yangming.
Because this young scribe's Taoist name is Yangmingzi.
Mr. Yangming reached out and gently tapped Luo Yi's forehead.
There is no grand scene, and there is no roar of dragons and tigers that echo through the sky.
There was just a little bit of brilliance lingering on the fingertips of this young scribe.
Mr. Yangming slowly took back his hand, with a smile on his face.
"I just forgot to mention that this was the first law I understood back then. At the same time..."
"It is also the first law in this world."
The young scribe's eyes slowly moved to Luo Yi's wrist, and the smile on his face gradually turned into a helpless bitterness.
"Has it been a hundred thousand years..."
He sighed heavily, and then his figure disappeared like smoke.
With the departure of this young scribe, this vacuum area completely disappeared.
Countless magma instantly enveloped Luo Yi, but the magma could not hurt Luo Yi at all.
Instead, the pure power contained in the magma is drilling into Luo Yi's body along his pores.
The Heaven-Swallowing Creation Sutra in Luo Yi's body also began to operate on its own.
Luo Yi's aura is gradually growing.
But his soul fell into silence.
Luo Yi seemed to have had a dream, which was a very strange dream.
In Luo Yi's ears, there were the cries of babies and the mumblings of the elderly.
It was like he was walking in a gray fog. He could hear the crying and the soft whisper of the old man very clearly, but he couldn't see any color.
Luo Yi stood there in confusion, "Where is this?"
He only remembered that he asked one last question about realm, and then fell asleep.
When he regained consciousness again, he was already here.
Luo Yi looked around. The sound still existed, but he couldn't see anything.
"law……"
"That senior said he would help me break through Tongxuan and understand a law."
Luo Yi recalled what Mr. Mingyang had said before, but he was still confused at the moment.
Luo Yi has met too many Tongxuan realm monks and has a lot of understanding of the power of laws.
Even the last time Makura broke through, he was also there to protect him.
Of course, if Luo Yi can be considered a protector of the Tao.
But no matter what, Luo Yi felt extremely confused by the scene in front of him.
What is this rule?
Everything around him was dim and dull, and the world was filled with gray mist.
There is neither day nor night.
There is just this depressing and dull gray.
Luo Yi tried to move forward, but there seemed to be no concept of distance here.
No, maybe it's more than distance.
There is probably no concept of time here.
Luo Yi is like a lonely soul, wandering in this abandoned world.
Luo Yi walked for a long time, but found nothing.
And the noise ringing in his ears gradually made him irritable.
Just imagine, you can obviously hear the bustle and noise, but what you see in front of you is gray and ruined.
This strong contrast is constantly pulling Luo Yi.
He gradually became angry, but what was the source of this anger?
Angry at the loss of light?
Or are you angry that you can’t find the truth?
Or maybe, this is just an unknown fire.
I don't know how long it took, Luo Yi seemed like a lonely ghost, but also like an angry madman.
He wandered between this gray world and went crazy here.
Luo Yi seemed to be on the verge of becoming obsessed.
He covered his ears with his hands, "Stop talking!"
"Stop talking!!"
But instead of disappearing, the sound became more intense.
Even if Luo Yi blocked his ears, the sound would still be transmitted into his mind.
Luo Yi roared angrily. He raised his hands and was about to cut off his five senses.
But at this moment, his hand suddenly paused in mid-air.
Because he saw a little firefly ahead.
Although the firefly was weak, it looked so dazzling in this gray world.
Luo Yi looked at the little fireflies, fascinated.
He stepped forward cautiously and reached out to pick up the firefly.
It was at this moment that the little bit of firefly light instantly turned into endless fire, wrapping Luo Yi in an instant.
Not only that, the originally gray sky and earth instantly turned red.
It was as if the land thousands of miles away was in flames.
Luo Yi stared blankly at the scene in front of him. There were ruins everywhere, hot magma was flowing on the ground, and even the air felt hot.
The earth is cracked and everything is dead.
"No……"
Luo Yi's heart was deeply touched.
At this moment, Luo Yi suddenly fell. He reached forward and tried to grab something, but failed.
Luo Yi seemed to have fallen from a high altitude, and then kept falling.
He fell from the clouds to the bottom of the sea, then from the bottom of the sea to the valley, and then from the valley to a quiet garden.
Luo Yi stood there in shock. In front of him, several butterflies flew gracefully, and one even landed on his shoulder.
Luo Yi turned his head and looked at the butterfly on his shoulder, but when he looked there, the butterfly began to twist without warning, and the surrounding flowers withered in an instant.
Luo Yi seemed to be grabbed by his ankle and pulled down instantly.
He began to fall again.
The endless feeling of weightlessness enveloped Luo Yi.
This time, Luo Yi seemed to have fallen back into the gray world.
Luo Yi fell heavily to the ground, but there was a weed next to his cheek.
This weed is struggling to push away the soil, hoping to obtain the salvation of light.
Luo Yi gasped for breath. He lay on the ground and watched the weed gradually squeeze through the soil.
For some reason, Luo Yi suddenly felt a sense of relief in his heart.
He wanted to reach out and touch the weed, but just as his hand was raised, he began to fall again.
Luo Yi screamed and began this seemingly endless torture again.
He saw the rising sun, and the first ray of sunlight between heaven and earth shone on his face.
He saw the waning moon falling in the lonely night sky, and the cold moonlight gradually disappeared from his face.
I saw the ebb and flow of the tide.
I saw the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers in the warmth of spring, and the flying cicadas in midsummer.
I saw a fallen leaf, the loneliness hidden among the golden ears of rice.
I also saw the vitality bred in the blanket of silver.
He seemed to see everything.
But he couldn't reach it.
Whether it's the fleeting beauty or the incompleteness buried somewhere, he can't touch it.
He just saw it.
He saw it.
newborn.
end.
