"you......"
The messy hair on the shop floor was blown up, Lin Qianlong stood up, and a flash of red fire suddenly appeared in his empty eyes:
"It's you!"
Lin Qianlong's heart was shocked, as if he was struck by thunder, and his mind suddenly returned to a few years ago.
That day, the Taoist stood in front of him like this, looking at him calmly. With just one glance, all the anger in his heart disappeared.
In the end, I just bowed my head cowardly and was speechless.
"A few years later, when someone comes here and goes on a journey with him, all the grievances in the past will be wiped out..."
Suddenly, the voice I heard a few years ago came to my mind again.
Lin Qianlong was so blessed that he half-prostrated himself on the ground, and a long neighing burst out of his mouth.
Like a snake, like a dragon, like a horse.
"This is......"
Gautama was slightly startled, and there was a subtle feeling in his mind. Unseen by anyone, the 'swastika' mark began to rotate slowly again.
There seemed to be a vast ancient voice resounding in his heart, as if someone had left a mark or trace on this person that only he could capture.
It seems like someone wants to tell me something.
Buzz~
As the sound waves flowed down, Gautama's heart trembled, and he seemed to see boundless light and shadow flowing in his heart.
In a daze, he seemed to see another self in the endless light and shadow, a paradoxical self.
In the light and shadow, I am full of talents. If I study literature, I will become a scholar, if I practice martial arts, I will become a martial artist...
The weak crown is enlightened, feeling the many sufferings of life, old age, illness, death, etc., abandoning dignity, enlightenment and practice...
Looking at that seemingly different self, Gautama was deeply moved.
He watched 'himself' practicing literature and martial arts, and watched himself travel to various countries, travel to four continents and seas, and experience the world of mortals.
Watching 'himself' ascend to the sixth level of heaven, and further enter all realms to seek 'enlightenment'.
Seeing 'my' life.
I saw life and I also saw death!
It was on the top of a snowy mountain covered with white snow. I sat in meditation under a Bodhi tree for seven years and finally achieved enlightenment.
On that day, the demon came and all calamities came. He stood up under the bodhi tree, and golden lotuses bloomed where his feet fell. After walking seven steps, his golden body was completed, and he pointed to the sky and touched the earth, chanting:
'I am the only one in heaven and on earth! '
He saw the four continents shaken, the seas boiling, thousands of beasts howling, ghosts dancing wildly, the gods lowering their eyes, and the imperial court above the nine heavens shaking...
He saw the Dragon Gate of the South China Sea wide open, hundreds of dragons chanting, and a holy dragon lowering its eyes...
He saw the turbid underground, the blood shining into the sky, and the demon Asura dancing wildly and crying...
I also saw the Xumi Holy Land in the West, where the light of Buddha went straight towards the bullfight...
He saw the Burning Saint from outside the world coming to the world, talking about the past, and promised him to be the 'supreme enlightened one who dominates the present'...
I also saw that 'myself' on the top of the Snow Mountain, under the Bodhi tree, rejected the abdication of the Burning Saint, refused the decree of the Emperor's Court, refused the invitation of the Great Demon God, and refused to worship the Heavenly Saint who came to the world...
When the saints came, he gave the final instructions to his disciples. Then he returned to the Bodhi tree, rested his pillow on his right hand, and said to himself, "I would rather suffer eternity and perish than seek liberation from the saints."
Enter nirvana peacefully...
Finally, mountains seemed to appear in the light and shadow, and the perspectives changed, turning into one mountain and one mountain after another.
The Taoist was sitting 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 could not see his face, only his long hair hanging down his shoulders, and his breath was vague and vast, as vast as the sky.
"That is....."
Gautama's heart was shocked when the man turned around.
boom!
It seemed like thunder was exploding into my heart.
At this moment, Gautama felt that everything was gone, all the scenes had faded, except for the Tai Chi diagram on the Taoist's chest, which was spinning violently.
"swastika!"
Gautama felt in a trance, and the violently rotating shadow of the Tai Chi diagram looked very much like 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 a layer of scarlet and mysterious light was seen on the beggar with a broken leg.
The next moment, the glory faded.
The long-haired beggar was gone, replaced by a magical pony with hair as red as fire and two feet tall at the shoulders!
It looks like a horse but with horns, like a snake but with hooves, like a dragon but without scales. With a long hiss, everyone who hears the sound only feels their body and mind tremble.
"What happened? Then, how did the beggar turn into a horse?"
"Where is the horse? It's clearly a dragon-blooded monster!"
"Good guy, who is that yellow-haired boy? Turning a man into a horse?"
...
Inside and outside the long street, and in nearby attic restaurants, everyone who saw this scene was in an uproar and looked at each other in amazement.
"This, this is..."
Among the crowd, Zhulong, who was waiting and watching, couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and his heart was violently shaken.
At this moment, even a person of his level did not find any signs. If he had not experienced it personally, he would not even be able to tell that the dragon and horse were originally one person!
It's like, it's actually a dragon horse!
Turning that 'hater' into a horse, he, what is he going to do?
Zhulong's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but look back at Shouyang Mountain, his eyes full of surprise and fear.
You must know that the scorpion is the "Emperor and Heaven's Ten Brutals", an immortal demon descended from the sky, with an unparalleled temperament and is difficult to subdue.
At that time, many great gods, including the Buddha, tried to subdue this monster, but they all ended in failure. At this time, this big monster actually crawled in front of an ordinary young man.
This method is so superb that it is no longer something that Yuanshen or even ordinary creation can do.
What frightened him even more was that Taoist Hongxuan had subdued such a great monster and given it to such a little guy. What was he doing?
"what happened?"
Qiao Moko was even more confused. He didn't come back to his senses until his son rode on the strange-looking dragon horse.
"Dharma!"
Qiao Moke was startled and raised his hand to hold down the horse's head.
"hold head high!"
The dragon horse hissed, opened its mouth, and bit down hard with a pair of fine and ferocious teeth.
"Don't be rude!"
On the horse's back, Gautama gradually came to his senses and raised his hand to knock the horse's head to stop the dragon's movement.
"Dharma?"
Qiao Moke breathed a sigh of relief and asked in surprise: "This horse?"
"This horse..."
Gautama hesitated to speak, but finally shook his head: "Father, don't panic, this horse is very good to ride, very good..."
Memories surged in his heart, lights and shadows changed, and even with his state of mind, it was difficult to calm down for a while.
He was surprised that someone could see his birth, old age, illness and death, and was also puzzled by the Taoist's purpose of allowing him to see all this.
"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's go and see the ancestor."
Qiao Moke knew that his son was not telling the truth, but he did not ask further questions. He only glanced at the crowd gathered nearby and frowned.
Gautama nodded, and with a thought in his mind, the dragon and horse under him had already stepped out of the city gate.
Many passers-by were left talking.
"This boy..."
Looking at the father and son walking away, Zhulong did not catch up, but remembered this scene deeply in his heart.
...
At the foot of Shouyang Mountain, there are several official roads criss-crossing the road. The former wild land has been repaired to be extremely smooth and tidy, and the grass and trees beside the road are straight.
Looking from afar, it seems that the Taoist temple on the top of Shouyang Mountain surrounded by greenery can be seen, and faintly, it seems that you can still hear the sound of reading the Taoist canon.
"teacher....."
While Qiao Moke was having complicated thoughts, the dragon horse behind him let out a long hiss and stopped moving forward.
Qiao Moke looked back in surprise, only to see his son dismounting from his horse, taking a step forward, kneeling in front of him, and kowtowing respectfully.
"Dharma?"
Qiao Moke's heart skipped a beat, and he felt uneasy. He quickly raised his hand to help his son: "What are you doing?"
"My father taught me earnestly, and Bodhidharma will never forget it for the rest of his life..."
Gautama's expression was respectful and slightly complicated, but he did not stand up and kowtowed again: "Confucianism has a saying that if your parents are with you, you should not travel far away. Today, Gautama will say goodbye to his parents..."
"Farewell? Where are you going?"
Qiao Moke felt even more uneasy. He held his son's arm tightly and refused flatly: "No, never! You have no cultivation and can't go far. I'm afraid you will be killed."
"What my father said was wrong. My son just hasn't cultivated yet. The 'Big Dragon Elephant', 'The Giant Spirit's World-Suppressing Way' and the 'Ten Thousand Methods and Four Tribulations' Heart Sacred Technique' taught by my father a few years ago are all in my heart..." ..”
Gautama kowtowed nine times, and then stood up with the help of his father, a complex look flashed across his face.
A moment in his heart was certainly not enough to bring about earth-shaking changes in his state of mind.
Suspicion seemed to have witnessed his own "life and death", and he could not calm down. He had the desire to travel far away, but instead of escaping, he wanted to verify what he saw.
"you......"
Seeing that Gautama had decided to leave, Chomoko could only sigh: "Go and tell your mother? She will be worried."
"Excuse me, father. Please give the child to mother. My sister has said something..."
Gautama shook his head.
"At least you want to see the ancestor, right? We're already in front of the door..."
Qiao Moke had a headache.
He knew that his son had a strong heart. Whose child could not speak for more than ten years just because he didn't want to talk?
I'm afraid he won't be able to shake off his decision.
But he wanted to go up the mountain to meet the teacher and let the teacher teach the child. In this way, even if he traveled far away, he would feel more at ease.
"Ancestor..."
Gautama looked up at Shouyang Mountain, and vaguely seemed to see the figure of a Taoist in a Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.
The Taoist seemed to have no intention of hiding anything. Just by looking at him, he recognized the Taoist who appeared in his mind and told him all this.
It must be the ancestor who has never met him...
"Want to see him?"
Gautama was slightly moved and had an impulse, but after careful consideration, he still shook his head and refused:
"The child doesn't want to see the ancestor at this time. The ancestor may also want the child to travel far away..."
After that, he shook his sleeves and bowed to his father again. Without looking at his father's face, he took a step and got on his horse.
With a long neigh, the dragon and horse ran away into the distance.
"Dharma..."
Qiao Moke's heart trembled. He wanted to stop him, but he still lowered his arms.
If people can stop it, how can the heart stop it?
He let out a long sigh, and after a long time he turned to look at Shouyang Mountain and stepped up.
Just thinking about my son's abnormal behavior and words before, I feel a little complicated in my heart.
"Teacher, is that you?"
