To the old man's surprise, Watson had no obsession with finding his parents. For him, going home just wants to take a look. If he can see his parents who have returned from a long journey, then they will go to Yunqi Temple together.
Use the elixir and wine in your body to give your parents a chance to ascend. If my parents are not in their hometown and so many years have passed, it can only mean one thing, that is, they have had an unexpected opportunity and have left this world.
My sister was handed over to Zhu Jiu, and he didn't need to pay too much attention to it. Moreover, in less than ten years, my sister will be able to break through the cultivation level in front of me and overcome the tribulation again. As long as my sister keeps practicing, they will one day meet again.
When Watson and the old man stood outside his yard, looking at the peach blossoms blooming on the tree on the wall of the yard, tears couldn't stop falling.
It was still spring when the sun was shining brightly, but he had the illusion of being in his hometown after a storm. Opening the door, I saw that the yard was not invaded by weeds. It must be that the people who rented their own shop came here often to clean it. Otherwise, after three years, the place would have become overgrown with wormwood.
After inviting the old man into the living room, Watson walked around and found no trace of his parents. It seemed that his run was in vain.
After cleaning the table and chairs, Watson boiled a pot of spring water. Looking at the old man in front of him, he smiled brightly and said, "I'll go shopping later, and I'll treat you to a glass of wine tonight." The old man smelled the faint fragrance of tea, sighed and said, "Your parents haven't come home, will you?" Will you go to the world to look for them?" Shaking his head, Watson gave the old man some spiritual tea and replied: "No, if they come back, they will naturally go to Yunqi Temple to find my master." The old man nodded and picked up the tea. I took a brief sip of the spiritual tea in front of me...and then frowned slightly.
He didn't say much, he just drank a cup of spiritual tea quietly. It wasn't until Watson filled him with a second cup that he asked, "Is this tea from Yunqi Temple?"
"No." Watson was thinking about Tianshan this year. He didn't know if the two old people were still practicing on it, or if Uncle Agui took Xiaohong up the mountain?
He sighed and said with a smile: "This is the spiritual tea grown by my godfather." Seeing that Watson didn't say anything, the old man didn't ask further. Everyone has their own secret. How can you drink such spiritual tea? Once, he was satisfied.
After making three dishes of spiritual tea, Watson left the old man alone in the living room, pushed open the door and left. First, he bought tea, and second, he asked the uncle in the shop if there was any news about his parents in the past few years.
If his parents come home, they will naturally go to the shop to take a look... After walking around on the street, Watson returned to the small courtyard with a lonely heart. Sure enough, his parents have not been back to the small courtyard in these years. town.
It was as if he had disappeared from the world. It seemed that he could only go back to the temple and ask his master. That night, the depressed Watson drank two more glasses of spiritual wine. After drinking three glasses of spiritual wine, Meng Xuantian, the leader of Phoenix Mountain, was shocked.
Today's spiritual tea and spiritual wine were both for him to drink for the first time. He could boast that there was no spiritual wine in Tianxuan Earth that he had not drunk before.
Suppressing the shock in his heart, the old man looked at Watson and asked carefully: "Watson, where did you buy this wine?" Watson shook his head and smiled bitterly: "There is nowhere to buy this wine, and my godfather brewed it himself. ..." After saying that, he struggled to stand up from the table and said to the old man: "Senior, please take it easy, I can't do it anymore... Go back to the house to rest first... Your place has been... tidied up..." No wait The old man replied and staggered out of the living room.
He wanted to look for his parents in his dream. If not, it would be better to see what his godfather looked like right now. The old man looked at Watson's back and was speechless. He immediately drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp, took out a futon and sat on it without saying a word.
Every drink and every peck in the world has its origin. But he didn't expect that his cause and effect would come so quickly. He just took Watson along the way to leave the group of evil wolves. He didn't expect that Watson would immediately reward him with an opportunity to break through the situation.
You know, at his level of cultivation, every breakthrough is as difficult as climbing to the sky. Every time he breaks through a realm, he is closer to ascending. He is just a drop of kindness, but Watson repays it with a spring.
Such a kind and honest child, in the mouth of the head of Kunlun, became a demon that harmed everyone.
I sighed in my heart, but didn't dare to think nonsense. He concentrated on guarding his mind and allowed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to fall from the sky and flow into the living room.
...Lying on the bed, Watson seemed to be falling into endless darkness. At the moment of falling, he even saw the young monk under Wentian Peak, the senior who had left this world.
I struggled on the edge of life and death several times in the abyss. Without the help of the little monk, I would have died at the claws of those demons.
It was the seniors at Yunqi Temple who forged his iron will and tempered his body to be tougher than anyone else.
But he still had to face the ups and downs of the Tianxuan land and struggled desperately for a chance to survive.
He reached out to pull the little monk in the wind, but he felt that he just touched a gust of wind and was instantly exiled into the void. Time has no end... maybe a long time, maybe in the blink of an eye.
In the darkness, there was a pair of gentle hands touching his face. Watson wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes seemed to be pressed up a mountain. His body could not move at all. At this moment, even the darkness disappeared, leaving only endless void... The warmth on his face reminded him of his mother who left, because This trace of warmth brought him back to his childhood.
When Watson was a child, he sat fishing by the Youhe River for a long time. It was not until dark that his mother came from a distance and shouted in the wind: "Watson, go home for dinner." He stretched out his hand again... on his face There was still some tenderness, and some mother's fragrance... The next moment, he felt that he was in the forbidden area at the back of Kunlun Mountain, in the secret realm, in front of the stone house.
Sitting in front of him was an old man with a kind face, who spent several days and nights telling him seven stories. In the end, he wanted to devour him... So Watson became more and more angry, and finally this The rage that broke through the sky made his whole body burn.
It seemed that he was a ball of fire, a raging fire that was going to burn the old man in the secret realm into a ball of ashes.
Surrounded by coldness and darkness, a beam of light from the sky fell on Watson, allowing him to feel the warmth of heaven and earth without being swallowed by the darkness or burned to ashes by the flames.
It's just that he still can't wake up and is still struggling in the painful sea of flying across the other side. So he felt that there was hell on one side, heaven on the other... light on one side, and darkness on the other... The evil spirits in the sea of suffering were about to swallow him up, but a beam of golden light in the sky told him that the other shore was not far ahead.
We have to fight for the crossing, we have to fly across. If it were anyone else at the moment, he would probably be drowned in the thick evil aura of that sea of suffering.
Just like those who have been exposed to gentleness, it is almost impossible to wake up from that gentle dream.
But the current Watson is not. In the dream, he started holding a knife and a small dead branch in his hand. He wanted to carve Buddhist scriptures.
He used this sword of wind and moon to carve the time of his life, carving every shining golden Buddhist scripture into his flesh and blood bones.
...The moon was high in the sky, and the old man who had broken through the realm moved a table and sat quietly under the eaves. Smelling the fragrance of flowers in the garden, I brewed a pot of spiritual tea, then stared blankly at Watson's room, feeling stunned.
In the old man's eyes, Watson, even though he was lying on the bed, was like King Kong sitting on the Buddhist altar. The difference is that the current King Kong is half filled with black mist and half with shining golden light. The faint Buddha light spreads towards the house and towards the old man under the eaves.
Thinking of what Watson said, the old man couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly while holding a cup of spiritual tea. Even if the evil spirit enters the body, it still cannot completely swallow up the young man in front of him.
One side is light, the other side is darkness. On one side are gods and Buddhas, on the other side are demons. so what? There is a devil living in everyone's heart, but people in the world don't know it. People like the old man who have seen ascension understand this truth.
After practicing Buddhism at Yunqi Temple for countless years, Watson naturally wanted to return to the Buddha's side and use the supreme Buddhism to transform the demons in Kunlun.
Thinking of Jiang Yijian on Kunlun Mountain, the elders of the academy, the master Tai and the confused emperor in Jiashi Imperial City.
The old man sighed again and again, thinking that today you are struggling with each other, and I am afraid that one day the devil will be born, and no one will come to rescue you, just as Watson said.
In the eyes of the old man, half of Watson's body was filled with black mist, and half of his body was shining with golden light.
The differences are clear, and no one can do anything against the other. In the eyes of the old man, it gave him the illusion that he was a Buddha and a devil.
It turned out that what Buddhism said about becoming a Buddha with one thought and becoming a devil with one thought was actually happening before his eyes, using the most realistic scene to teach him the Dharma.
Looking in the direction of Phoenix Mountain, I thought that there was at least one person in the world who could be Watson's friend. It seems that although the emperor of Jiashi City is a fool, the son he gave birth to is a sensible man. He would rather give up the comfort of the imperial city and go to Phoenix Mountain to endure hardships.
Fortunately, I didn't make a subjective judgment because of a letter from the head of Kunlun. Who said there is no demon in the world?
Who said there is no Buddha in the world? Some are just thoughts in the human mind. The old man under the eaves smiled faintly, but in the blink of an eye, he became worried about Tantai Xiaoyu who had lost his memory.
...Watson in the dream has no concept of time. Time has no end, and a moment turns into eternity. In this eternal moment, he walked between light and darkness, struggling in the sea of suffering.
Wrapped in the endless sea of suffering, he even felt that his breathing was getting heavier and heavier, as if the endless sea of suffering was about to drown him in the next moment.
This is a struggle between life and death, and it is also a fight between the Buddha's light and the evil spirit in his body! The war horses galloped and the swords clanged. As long as he dared to give up the golden light falling from the sky, he would fall into the boundless and terrifying darkness in the next moment.
In the endless darkness, a pair of hands suddenly appeared, a hand holding a knife, a hand holding a dead branch... At the moment when the knife fell like a pen, there was something on the thin dead branch. A thin green sprout sprouted.
The moment a Buddhist sutra was carved, two leaves sprouted from the green bud. More than one scripture, another golden scripture appeared on the dead branch. Amid the golden light, the green bud had already opened a thin bud... Another scripture was carved on the dead branch. Just like a night of spring breeze turns to drizzle, a small flower bud blooms, and a touch of floral fragrance appears in Watson's world. The world has no beginning and no end. Finally, there is a touch of floral fragrance, and then this cold and dark world suddenly becomes different.
This is no longer a land of demons, nor is it an endless sea of suffering. There are spring rains, breezes, and flower buds that are gradually blooming.
Thus, between the cold darkness and light, a small world was transformed. A world full of life and infinite possibilities.
In Watson's eyes, this is the hope brought by the golden light in the sky, guiding him to jump out of the sea of suffering like a flying fish and fly to the other side.
In the eyes of the old man sitting quietly under the eaves, it is Watson in the dream, using the brilliance between his fingers to interpret a hopeful three-inch world for him...
