Mount Sumeru, which reaches straight into the sky, seems to be infinitely high, and all dharmas in the entire realm of Sumeru are empty.
Su Mo could only carry Huikong's golden body and walk towards the top of the mountain step by step.
On Mount Sumeru, the spiritual sea cannot be opened, the cultivation base cannot be used, and the law of all spirits seems to be useless...
The ancient winding mountain road is very steep. On the edge of the cliff, there are occasional plants that penetrate the mountain road, and there is a cliff on the other side.
"Is this Mount Sumeru?"
Cangshengbi's voice came from Su Mo's hair, as if he was very curious about this Sumeru world.
"Have you heard of it?" Su Mo looked sideways, but never stopped.
Cangsheng's pen shook, as if unable to fly, and could only stay helplessly on Su Mo's hair.
"I once heard an old guy say that Mount Sumeru is in the Sumeru Realm and is a world independent of the world."
"It is also the origin of Buddhism..."
Su Mo nodded and looked up at the top of the mountain without speaking.
The mountain wall was steep and Su Mo walked very slowly.
I don't know how long it will take to reach the top of the mountain.
There seemed to be no rules and no spiritual power on the entire Mount Sumeru.
In this Sumeru world, as rumored, all dharmas are empty...
There is no danger and no restrictions.
Sumer's climb to Mount Sumeru is like a mortal trying to climb a high mountain in the mortal world.
You can't use cultivation, and you can't fly.
But Su Mo seemed to be very natural, which gave him a sense of tranquility.
It's just... Huikong's golden body is a bit heavy.
Su Mo felt a little tired carrying Huikong's golden body.
Fortunately, he has the power of the blood of the divine body, which is his own strength and does not need to rely on cultivation.
Step by step......
Looking from a distance, on a huge holy mountain, a small body in white is carrying a golden body of Dharma on its back, heading towards the top of the mountain with difficulty.
White hair fluttering, white clothes dancing lightly...
Among the withered red and yellow, the white clothes stood out.
I don’t know how long I have been walking, but there seems to be no time on Mount Sumeru. I just feel that I have walked for a long, long time.
Su Mo's body felt a little weak after being here for a long time...
Clouds and mist seemed to be gradually rising on the cliffs beside the mountain road.
The clouds and mist drifted up the mountain road, soaking Su Mo's white clothes...
Gradually, a stone platform about dozens of feet wide appeared in front of Su Mo.
There were pieces of fallen leaves accumulated on the stone platform, which was as flat as a mirror.
But the stone platform seemed very long, as if it was a necessary road that Su Mo needed to walk.
"One of the Five Pure Stages of Buddhism...the Suspicious Pure Stage." Cang Shengbi stayed on Su Mo's hair and spoke slowly.
"The Doubt Cleaning Platform can illuminate the doubts of a person's life."
"Let him face his heart..."
Su Mo looked at Jingtai and stopped.
Su Mo saw the fallen leaves lying on the stone platform, but it seemed that the clear platform revealed the suspicion of the fallen leaves...
The fallen leaves are also suspicious, they are wisps of autumn wind.
The fallen leaves are real, but the autumn wind is an illusion illuminated by the Suijing Terrace.
The fallen leaves are suspicious of the autumn wind that blew them down the tree branches that year...
They wondered why the wind blew them down under the tree.
"How about you leave me here, I won't go up, and you will take me with you when you come back..." Cang Shengbi said in a somewhat tangled voice.
It doesn't seem to want to be photographed by these five cleaning stations in turn...
Su Mo remained silent and ignored it.
"Okay, pretend I didn't say anything." Cang Shengbi curled his lips, "But it doesn't matter, I just want to see what your 'suspense' is..."
Su Mo shook his head, silently took a step forward, and stepped onto the clean platform...
In an instant, a golden light emitted from the clean platform under Su Mo's feet and fell on Su Mo.
Later, his suspicions came out again...
It was a person, a scholar in white clothes, standing in front of Su Mo.
Looking at that person, Cang Shengbi fell into a daze.
"Your 'suspense' is actually you!"
Su Mo stood up slowly, carrying Huikong's golden body, and walked to the scholar.
The scholar also looked at him, his face seemed to be full of confusion.
"Who are you?" The scholar looked at Su Mo and spoke slowly.
Su Mo also seemed a little confused, "I don't know."
"Then who am I?" the scholar asked again.
Su Mo still shook his head, his eyes becoming more and more confused.
In the silence, the wind blew up the clean platform and rolled up two long hairs in white clothes.
But the scholar's long hair was the color of green ink.
As if he had figured out something, the scholar in front of Su Mo suddenly laughed, "I am you, but I am not you either."
"What do you know?" Su Mo asked.
The scholar smiled, slowly sat on the ground, pointed to his side, "Would you like to sit down?"
Su Mo pointed to the golden body of Huikong on his back, "It's inconvenient."
The scholar nodded, "I am you in the past, and you are you in the future."
"What do you mean?" Su Mo was still confused.
"Well, this..." The scholar raised his head and thought for a while, "I can't explain it clearly."
"But my appearance shows that you are doubting your past..."
"I just don't know, you are doubting something in your own past."
"Really?" Su Mo fell into deep thought and seemed to be a little confused.
He is 'doubting' whether his past is true or false.
Or, whether everything in front of you is real or fake.
He doubts the whole world and also doubts himself...
Seemingly seeing the confusion in Su Mo's eyes, the scholar smiled, "Does it matter if it's true or not?"
"Important!" Su Mo responded.
The scholar shook his head, "I don't think it's important."
"Why?" Su Mo asked.
"Where is this? Mount Sumeru." The scholar smiled and said, "In the eyes of Buddhism, there is no definition of virtuality and reality."
"If you think it is true, it is true."
"What you think is nothing is fake."
The scholar continued, "So, truth or falsehood is not important to you. What do you do if you doubt yourself?"
Su Mo shook his head, "If everything is false, then everything you do is meaningless."
"No, it makes sense." The scholar objected.
"What's the meaning?" Su Mo asked again.
The scholar looked at Su Mo with a smile, "Didn't you already have the answer back then? Ask yourself what existence is."
"The final conclusion is that if you are thinking, you exist!"
Su Mo smiled bitterly, "I was just lying to myself."
"But when you were in the illusion of God's Realm and thought everything was a false illusion, why did you still let Gu Yu help you guard that dream?" the scholar asked.
"I'm afraid it was someone else's dream, and I don't want that person to have any regrets in their dream." Su Mo replied.
The scholar sighed deeply, "You are gentle to others, but why are you so harsh on yourself?"
Su Mo slowly lowered his head, "Because I'm afraid, everything in front of me is fake."
"Are you tired?" the scholar asked.
Su Mo nodded, "I'm very tired..."
