"Buddha, is it the Tao?"

Shiraishi frowned and pondered.

The boatman smiled and said, "Buddha is the strongest existence in this world of cultivation. What you are practicing is the Tao and the Buddha. Therefore, you must constantly understand, understand everything in this world, understand everything you do not know, understand, and understand your own path."

After saying that, the boatman didn't continue. He saw Shiraishi's confusion and moved his eyes to the top of the river. Under the illumination of the oil lamp, he continued to drive forward.

Shiraishi did not continue to ask. He knew that since the boatman had stopped talking, he must have understood his words. But at this moment, he could not understand them. So he pondered the four words in his heart. As the little boat moved, when they reached the white mist, a whistle sound suddenly came.

The sound of the flute was melodious, but when it was reflected in Baishi's ear curtains, it seemed a little chaotic, because the four words were still echoing in his heart, and the words said by the boatman were still echoing in his mind. So at this moment, unhappiness came from his eyebrows, and after subconsciously covering his ears, he could not hear the sound of the flute.

The boatman saw Shiraishi's performance and immediately smiled and said, "Tell me now if this white mist exists?"

Shiraishi's body was stunned for a moment, looked up at the boatman, and said, "This white mist really exists."

"Does the previous flute sound exist?" the shipkeeper continued.

Shiraishi frowned, thought for a moment in his mind, and said, "The sound of the flute exists. When I cover my ears, it no longer exists..." At this point, Shiraishi suddenly thought of something. His expression showed excitement, and he said excitedly in an instant: "I know that what you said is true or not. All objects, as long as they see, exist, but as long as I don't want to see, they do not exist! Or, things that exist can also not exist under some external factors. And those that do not exist will also exist because of some elements!"

The boatman smiled and nodded, showing satisfaction in his expression.

"But what you are going to tell me now, you are talking to me so much today, I think it's not just for chatting."

Shiraishi now knew that the boatman was not a simple boatman, but rather a powerful man with anonymous name.

The boatman smiled indifferently and said, "What I said to you today is indeed chatting. I don't plan to tell you anything. As for what you think I am really telling you, you have to rely on you to understand it yourself in the future. I said. Life is an enlightenment. Before you saw the interlacing of the white fog, I just hope that going to the place where you compete for the token will be helpful to you."

After the boatman finished speaking, he took out a medicinal material from his waist. The medicinal material exuded a faint fragrance. He threw it to Bai Shi and continued, "I took this peace of mind. Tonight, you will definitely have a good sleep."

After taking the Anshen Grass, Bai Shi smiled. Since the boatman said so much to him, there is naturally a reason for the boatman. And at this moment he took the initiative to give the Anshen Grass to himself. I guess the boatman wanted to go to bed deliberately. So he didn't ask much, but returned to the middle of the boat, took the Anshen Grass, closed his eyes, and gradually fell asleep...

That night, Bai Shi slept very soundly, and was not awakened by Wuhen's cry, nor was he awakened by the biting evening breeze. It was not until noon the next day that the sun was piercing through the clouds, sprinkling on the river surface, and also sprinkling on Bai Shi's body. He was awakened by this warmth, slowly opened his eyes, stretched lazily, and then he saw Wuhen and Long Yinyue were already standing at the bow of the boat.

Long Yinyue stood with her hands behind her back, her robe fluttering in the wind, staring into the distance, he knew that the end of the river was the place of the passage on the second day. So there was expectation, but this expectation was suppressed by him in the depths of his heart.

Wuhen held the painting board in his hand and looked into the distance. While dancing the brush in his hand, he thought about the distance. After a while, the flawless rice paper on the painting board presented a brilliant and magnificent landscape painting.

Baishi walked up to the bow of the boat and looked into the distance. At this moment, the white mist on the river surface had dissipated and his vision became much wider. Where Baishi's eyes were directed, there was a larger island. This island seemed to be floating on the river surface, as if it was squirming, but in fact it was a small boat at the foot of Baishi. The island was green, but there was no sign of the birds.

This is not surprising. After all, even monks cannot jump over above the river, let alone flying birds.

There is a very strange tree on the island. This tree is taller than other trees. Its branches are scattered. From a distance, it looks like a palm with five fingers open. There are a few green leaves on the branches, and the green leaves are very big. Looking carefully, Bai Shi suddenly found that there was a person sitting under the green leaves, and it seemed that he was honking the whistle, which reminded Bai Shi of the melodious sound of the flute last night.

Long Yinyue saw that Bai Shi had woken up and said with a smile: "You are awake."

Shiraishi nodded, looked at Long Yinyue, but instead condensed on the big tree.

Long Yinyue saw his expression, and then looked around and saw the person who honked the whistle, so she smiled and said, "This person has been stationed on this island for many years, and seems to have never come down from that tree, and has honked the whistle all day long. No one knows his identity, it seems very mysterious."

The boatman seemed to know something, facing the words of Long Yin Yue, he continued: "The sound of this person's flute is to go to the next day, the living prays for death. It is said that many years ago, a relative of this person unfortunately fell into the river and disappeared because he was staying on this island for several years, and seemed to be waiting for the appearance of that person."

Shiraishi responded, and Wuhen heard their words at this moment, so he turned his eyes to the island and immediately added this small island, the tree on the island, and the whistleman on the tree to his originally completed painting.

Although there was a response on the surface, Shiraishi always felt that all this was extremely mysterious and strange. It seemed that the boatman knew a lot, so when he looked at the boatman, he saw the familiar figure again on the boatman. However, at this moment, he still couldn't remember whether he had seen the boatman there. The next day, he seemed to have a certain connection with the boatman.

And the person who whistled the whistle that appeared on the tree at this time, Bai Shi had an intuition in the dark, and this person also had a certain connection with the boatman!

Soon, the boat sailed under the island. When he got closer, he saw that there was a tunnel in the middle of the island, as if something had hit. The boat sailed into the tunnel and suddenly fell into darkness. The biting chill came, which made him shivering subconsciously. At this moment, the boatman continued to hang the oil lamp.

"Cross this tunnel and then you can reach the opposite side of the shore after a long journey."

After the boatman hung up the oil lamp, he began to shake the oars again. Although the voice was very small, it seemed extremely loud while echoing in the tunnel.

Shiraishi was puzzled and said, "This island is not connected to the shore. Why did you choose to pass through here?"

The boatman replied: "Although this island seems small, it is actually very large. The surroundings of this island are almost the same terrain, and it is easy to get lost. If you don't see this island when you pass by it, it means you have lost. This happens every year, so we have to pass through this tunnel."

Hearing this, Shiraishi returned to the center of the ship. After sitting down, he did not continue to ask questions, but began to close his eyes and rest. Until a white light pierced into his eyelids, causing him to open his eyes subconsciously, he looked into the distance and could vaguely see the small boat in the distance, which was about to return.

Soon, when night was approaching, when red glows appeared in the sky, the boatman had already rowed the boat to the shore. Looking at the dense boat, Bai Shi suddenly felt an inexplicable excitement and expectation in his heart. He knew that the passage was about to open the next day. Just in the distance, the monks were looking at it.

There were countless monks standing on the shore. In front of them was an abyss. Bai Shi didn't know how deep the abyss was, but he could see the darkness opposite him. From a distance, the abyss was like being split open by a big knife!

A faint breath seeped out from the abyss, and the breath had a kind of resistance. It seemed to be connected with the sky, forming a natural barrier. Anyone who has been here and has seen the passage of the second day knows that when the passage of the second day is opened, a rotating Bagua will appear above the barrier, forming a teleportation array. Then in the rotation Bagua, five monks will appear, and the five monks are the ones responsible for opening the transmission channel.

At this moment, these people gathered their eyes in the void, with burning heat in their eyes, and some even holding golden cards in their hands. I guess there should be reserved crystal coins in the card.

Some monks looked solemn, looking ready to go, as if they were waiting to be tested. In their eyes, those who were fighting for the token could all see that they were determined to win.

After Shiraishi and others paid the boatman's fees, they walked ashore. When they were about to leave, they were suddenly stopped by the boatman.

Shiraishi turned around and looked at the boatman.

The boatman smiled slightly, as if his eyes were filled with confidence, and he said, "Brother Bai... I wish you good luck."

Shiraishi said thankfully and saw that the boatman was not waiting in place like everyone else, but turned around, rowed a boat, and rowed towards the middle of the river, as if waiting for the next person he had a destiny in his mouth.
Chapter completed!