Knowing that this is not real, how can Feng Ziyue completely erase this feeling that is similar to reality?
Even if the Buddha is reincarnated in the three thousand worlds, what kind of worries will he have about his mortal body?
"This is the problem in Buddhism..."
The ascetic Tutuo sat opposite Chu Kuangren, sighing and shaking his head.
"Buddhist scriptures say that the Buddha was born into three thousand worlds and experienced countless lives before he understood the path to liberation and achieved the boundless Dharma."
"But, for those three thousand worlds, what kind of existence is the creature that Buddha entrusted to birth? For him, is this life real or an illusion?"
His will was true and true, but after Buddha attained spiritual enlightenment, this will disappeared.
So is he real or fake?
"Foreign objects are lingering around me, but my mind remains unwavering. The first six levels of Jing Brahma are nothing more than the illusion of external objects. Whether they are relatives, friends, or sworn enemies, they are nothing more than external objects after all. As long as I can stop them from lingering in my mind, I will
It can be cracked with your hands."
Chu Kuangren nodded. To him, truth and fiction are exactly the same. Friends, enemies, and foes can be turned into ashes with one palm, and that's it.
"But at the seventh level, it's different."
The ascetic master chanted the name of Buddha loudly, his face solemn.
"At the seventh level, it is not external objects that are vain, but oneself."
Everything else is fake, so are you a fake?
People with persistent minds can destroy all external objects and keep their true intentions intact, but when your own true intentions are also false, how should you judge at that time?
If they are destroyed in the same way, will they disappear into the dust?
If you don't destroy it, how do you know whether you are real or fake?
This proposition has stumped many eminent monks.
They can distinguish the true and false of external objects, but they cannot distinguish the true and false of their own hearts.
Some people have completely seen through the illusion and left the world; some people have always held on to such doubts, and it is difficult to make progress in the cultivation of Buddhism.
"Of course, for the donor, this is not a problem."
The ascetic master nodded towards Kuangren Chu, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
For Chu Kuangren, he will not doubt whether he is true or false at all. He is just the embodiment of "martial arts". If he finds that he is impure in the slightest, then he will completely erase it, no matter whether it is true or false.
!
With a wave of his hand, even he himself became ashes!
Only the spirit of martial arts lasts forever!
For him, his original intention is only martial arts. The Seven Jingfan Passes are not so much a test for him, but rather make his spirit purer!
There are no distracting thoughts in my heart. Where is the truth and where is the false?
This kind of person is a born pure person. No matter what kind of test of his character, it has no meaning to him.
Because his heart has not changed and he has become one with the martial arts, even if Chu Kuangren dies, his desire to pursue the martial arts will still not change.
It is precisely because of this that his ruthless way is so ruthless that nothing can stop him from entering the Si Brahma Zen Monastery and walking in front of the ascetic Tutu!
The ascetic Tutu understood this truth the moment he saw Kuangren Chu.
It is precisely because of this that he no longer wants to avoid this battle, but is proud of this battle.
There are many heroes in the world, but there is not only one duckweed in the world!
The ascetic Tutu thought about how the common people would see Kuangren Chu in the future and couldn't help but smile.
——However, how can the young man that Chu Kuangren care so much about perform in the last level of the Seven Levels of Jingfan?
This also makes the ascetic Tutu look forward to it even more.
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lonely.
cold.
Feng Ziyue sat on the top of the Changming Tower and fell into deep thought.
Is this me now real?
Broken arm, blind, and best in the world in swordsmanship.
The lights of Changming Tower shone all over Wuyang City, and there was a commotion outside the city, which seemed to be caused by the chaos of the battle just now.
With so many innate masters dead, the situation in Tianwu Continent will change drastically again, right?
Feng Ziyue trembled all over, and suddenly found that such thoughts naturally appeared in his mind.
It was as if those things about rebirth only happened in a dream. I just took a nap on the top of Changming Tower. When I woke up at this time, everything returned to reality.
Feng Ziyue was the only one in Wanjian Villa. His parents, friends, and lover had all left long ago.
His swordsmanship is stronger and unmatched by anyone in the world. Even among the masters gathered in Tianwu Continent, no one can defeat him.
This is the holy land of martial arts and the Changming Pagoda that is worshiped by all.
This feeling is so real.
"No - no -"
Feng Ziyue shook his head. In another time and space, he lived a different life. He was reborn and returned to the age of fourteen, where he saved his sister, his mother, and the Feng family.
His teacher is still there, his friends are still there.
Xiaodie is still here, too.
Feng Ziyue clearly remembered the warmth of Xiaodie's catkins, and also clearly remembered that they formed a good relationship and went to heaven together.
He just entered the trial of the Seven Levels of Jingfan in the Jokhang Temple.
Therefore, all this is false!
Even myself is fake!
Then - what should we do with this false appearance?
The illusion of foreign objects can be overcome by swinging a sword and destroying everything, but what should I do if I am a fake?
Kill yourself with one sword?
Feng Ziyue shook his head. If he wanted to do such a thing, it would not be him, Feng Ziyue, and it would not be possible for him to pass the Jingfan Seven Passes method.
If this were possible, the weak man who committed suicide would have succeeded long ago.
He fell into silent thinking.
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"Feng Ziyue has entered the seventh level for two hours..."
From the first day of dawn to the third day today, Feng Ziyue spent more time in the seventh level than any other level.
Monk Xuanye and others couldn't help but start to worry.
"Even the madman Chu took one day to pass the seventh level; before that, the most powerful master took four days to pass the seventh level... What are you worried about?"
Yun Weixue's familiarity with the Jokhang Temple may be greater than that of these leaders. He shouted loudly, but these leaders did not dare to reply, so they could only smile awkwardly.
"I've heard that the Seven Levels of Jingfan were set up by the Buddha. Even the Buddha himself would have to work hard day and night to pass the seventh level, using the transformation of yin and yang to completely see the truth and hypocrisy.
, can you take the last step!"
The first monk Xuanyin in the Sutra Pavilion is a well-read Buddhist scripture, and he can quote from the scriptures for such uncommon matters.
"In other words, no matter who wants to break through the seventh level, it is impossible to exceed the limit of one day and night!"
"Yes, even that Kuangren Chu spent a whole day and night! It's impossible to break through this limit, right?"
"It goes without saying that it is recorded in Buddhist scriptures that it is not easy to understand one's past and present lives. Even if one day is regarded as one life and one night is regarded as one death, then these twelve hours, the rotation of the sun and the moon, still cannot
Avoided!"
A group of monks were whispering, which attracted the attention of the three great masters.
"Is there such a thing?" Sun Yunhe took a sip of wine and marveled.
"It's not unfounded..." Although Buddhism and Taoism have different origins, when it comes to understanding oneself, they lead to the same goal through different paths, and ultimately return to the great road. Yun Weixue frowned.
"The sun is bright, representing life, and the night is dark, representing death. Day and night reincarnate once. Only those who are awakened in the Seven Levels of Jing Brahma can understand the principles of life and death. Logically speaking, only at this time can we see through life and death.
Between the illusions, you know whether you are real or an illusion."
"Even Kuangren Chu, who is the origin of martial arts, cannot avoid this truth."
"This...that means that Protector Feng will have to wait until tomorrow morning at least to break through the Seventh Level of Jingfan? Doesn't that mean it's too late to stop the decisive battle between Master Shu and Kuangren Chu?"
"It seems...that's it..."
Yun Weixue frowned and shook her head, smiling bitterly.
Feng Ziyue has already performed so well, but he still can't catch up? Could it be that the battle between these two people is really God's will? Is God trying to help the people of Tianmen Duckweed?
"Guardian Feng has made such rapid progress, I wonder if Master Ascetic and Kuangren Chu will wait for him?"
Although the competition was agreed upon, the ascetic master and the Chu Kuangren were bound to be able to discover Feng Ziyue's movements in the Jingfan Seven Passes in the Sifan Temple.
If they find that Feng Ziyue is expected to break through the Seventh Level of Jingfan within three days, will they temporarily stop the competition and wait for Feng Ziyue to come in?
"Won't!"
Yun Weixue shook her head and answered decisively.
"If Protector Feng can make it in time, the master and Kuangren Chu will definitely wait for him. If he can't make it in time, then the two of them will definitely not wait for him."
This sounds like nonsense, but Sun Yunhe and Bing Xinjingyue both nodded in agreement and looked sideways in thought.
A master of asceticism is a person who follows fate; a madman of Chu is a person who is persistent.
Feng Ziyue's ability to step into the Four Brahma Chan Monastery is his destiny, and he may be able to prevent the decisive battle between the two people; but if he cannot step in before the agreed time, it means he has no destiny.
A master of asceticism will never change an agreement, and a madman of Chu will stick to what he has said.
This decisive battle must be held as scheduled.
"So, it means there is no chance?"
Sun Yunhe sat down on the bluestone floor, leaning against the pillar, laughing, looking very free and easy!
Yun Weixue and Bing Xinjingyue looked at each other, and each could see the bitter smile in their eyes.
The day is getting late!
The figure of the Jokhang Temple in the sunset became thicker and thicker, and the monks and three masters waiting before the Seventh Pass of Jingfan gradually showed more disappointed expressions.
Before their decisive battle, the possibility of Feng Ziyue breaking through the Seven Jingfan Passes was getting smaller and smaller.
The promised dusk of the decisive battle is coming soon!
"I think it's time for us to leave. After all, this battle needs to be notarized by someone."
Seeing that the sun was setting in the west and Fengziyue was still motionless, Yun Weixue sighed and stood up.
