After stroking the planted Bianhua flower for the last time, Su Mo stood up in silence and walked slowly to Daxi's side.
Da Ji glanced at Su Mo and said calmly: "An old monk died on the bow of the boat..."
Su Mo trembled, his expression stiffened, and he slowly turned his head to look at Daxi.
"In order to help you stop the ninth elder from the lower realm of the Yu Sect, he sacrificed his own life to save him..." Daji said softly.
Su Mo walked out of the dark stone door in a daze...
After a while, he took Master Huikong's body back and gently placed it next to the Bianhua flower by the river.
"Didn't you say you were going to ferry me? Why did you end up ferrying someone else..."
On the bank of this river that doesn't know where it flows...now there are 'Yatou', Su Mo, and Master Huikong...
It was just like the three people chatting and laughing in that dilapidated temple in the south of the Yangtze River, or just like the discussion about Zen and Taoism when they were baking ovens in the dilapidated temple in the mountains a few days ago.
Now, of the three people who accompanied Jiangnan, only Su Mo is left...
"This old monk's Dharma is extremely profound. He is the person closest to the 'Buddha' I have ever seen..." Daxi slowly walked to Su Mo's side, looked at the body of Master Huikong and said slowly, "How do you know him?"
Su Mo spoke slowly, with a gloomy expression, "That year when I and my girl were on our way to Beijing, when No Yinliang was about to starve to death, he supported us for a while. He said he wanted to ferry me two days ago, so he went with us."
"Aren't you going to send him back to his temple?" Daji asked.
Su Mo shook his head slowly, looked up at the empty sky, and smiled bitterly: "No need... Anyway, that little shabby temple..."
"He is the only one..."
Daxi remained silent and did not speak any more.
"You said that the wind blows and the flags are moving, it is the heartbeat... You also said that the bodhi tree and the mirror stand are actually 'non-nothing'..."
"Since you are 'not nothing', why did you risk your life to save me?"
"You said that the world suffers because of me! Saving me...isn't that what you have always wanted to do?"
"Ha... you are such a inconsistent monk..." Su Mo looked at the body of Master Huikong blankly, with a mocking tone and a sad expression...
After a long time, Su Mo slowly knelt down and bowed deeply towards the corpse.
From then on, no one discussed Zen with Su Mo anymore...
"Go and do what you want to do, I'm here." Daxi said softly, looking at Su Mo who was kneeling.
Su Mo stood up and nodded, turned around and walked through the dark stone door, stepping out...
"If there is a problem, you can call out the ghost guards. The ghost guards are not very skilled, but they have their own methods and are extremely loyal. You can trust them in anything they do." Daji continued.
Su Mo paused and walked out of the spiritual sea through the stone gate without saying a word.
After Su Su Mo left, Da Ji sighed and stretched, his plump figure clearly revealed. Then he glanced at the stone door where Su Mo left. The stone door had not disappeared.
This proves that she will not be restricted when she wants to go out, but when she comes back, Su Mo needs to call out this stone door.
Daxi sighed again, as if he felt it was too empty and boring, and began to think about how to organize a room in Su Mo's spiritual sea.
Suddenly, Daji saw a very inconspicuous stone tablet by the river. It seemed to have been buried underground for a long time, with only a small corner exposed.
Daji slowly stepped forward, pushed aside the weeds and soil on it, and revealed several large characters on the stone tablet:
The soul crosses the river of forgetfulness,
Thinking of staying on the other side...
...
Su Mo walked out of the cabin, and the black stone door behind him disappeared. He rose into the sky and stood on the void, his white clothes and white hair swaying in the wind...
When those hundred-foot-tall ghost guards saw Su Mo, their cold eyes took on a different look. The black fog faded away, the clouds cleared and the fog dispersed. Light returned to the world, and the ghost guards disappeared.
"Book of Life and Death." Su Mo shouted in a low voice.
A strange aura emerged on Su Modi's body, and traces of green and ink-colored incense aura rolled up around him.
A dark Book of Life and Death appeared in front of Su Mo. Su Mo looked at the Book of Life and Death and slowly said: "I don't know why you appeared in my spiritual sea and became my natal spiritual creature. ....."
"I don't care why you automatically intervened or guided me to do something before."
"But since you are now my natal spiritual being, I hope you can be controlled by me... Otherwise, I would rather cut myself off to cultivate my own realm than cut you out of my spiritual sea."
Before, although this book of life and death was in Su Mo's spiritual sea, he found that he could not call it at all. Every time it is used, it seems to be extremely passive. It seems that the Book of Life and Death will only be automatically triggered at special critical moments.
The calling methods are all temporarily passed into Su Mo's mind.
But now, Su Mo is burdened with too many things and has too many things to do.
The Book of Life and Death must be used by him like a normal natal spiritual weapon, otherwise it will make him very passive.
Su Mo looked at the Book of Life and Death hanging in the void in front of him from afar, and calmly waited for the Book of Life and Death to respond.
After a long time, the book of life and death trembled slightly under Su Mo's gaze, and a sense of compromise was introduced into Su Mo's mind.
The Book of Life and Death then opened slightly, a strong scent of incense came out, and a book suddenly appeared in front of Su Mo's eyes.
Of the nine volumes, only the first one could be read clearly by Su Mo. Even if the book of life and death was shown to Su Mo in the next eight volumes, Su Mo would look dizzy, and then be erased by some mysterious rules. It seems that the current level of cultivation is not enough.
And what is clearly displayed on the first volume is:
Herringbone...
Humans have seven emotions, including joy, anger, sadness, fear, love, evil, and desire.
Person one is anger, person two is joy, person three is fear, person four is sorrow, person five is evil, person six is love, and person seven is desire.
The seven emotions unite people and cultivate them into the Tao.
Su Mo looked at the herringbone scroll, and suddenly remembered the giant body that the Book of Life and Death took the initiative to help Su Mo transform into in the divine realm. At that time, it was called "Ren Yi".
But he didn't expect that this book of life and death turned out to be a book of cultivation techniques.
To be precise, this first volume is about cultivation techniques... So what are the other eight volumes?
Su Mo then remembered the "Xingyi" where he dragged the giant statue of the Confucian sage into the void in the ghost gate of the divine realm. The "Xingyi" was a magic technique, but he didn't know which volume it was in.
Although he can't see the other volumes now, he has passively used 'Xing Yi' and knows that it is a weird and terrifying technique.
And when a person is angry, he will turn into a giant body, but the rest do not know what they do.
The characters recorded in the human character scroll poured into Su Mo's mind, and Su Mo closed his eyes and took them all in.
He knew that the Book of Life and Death only showed him part of it, but it was enough for the time being. At least, he knows that the Book of Life and Death has a heaven-defying effect...
But he also knows that there is no reincarnation in this world...
After a long time, Su Mo came back to his senses, put away the book of life and death, and looked at the chaotic world. A glimmer of divine light flashed in his calm eyes.
It's time to finish what I promised the girl...
"cause and effect......"
Biquge
