“It’s time to go down the mountain.”

Ji Ning thought to himself and walked out of the alchemy room.

This time he went down the mountain, seeking a clear idea and no worries in his heart.

The silkworm changes nine times, and becomes a cocoon and puts it on its own, and then lives in death, abandons everything, and completes the transformation of life.

Every time you cultivate a sea of ​​clouds, it corresponds to a change. The most dangerous thing that can be called a life-threatening life is the ninth change.

After Ji Ning got down to Piaomiao Peak, he walked all the way east, left Hangu Pass, and after traveling to Luoyang City, he came to Shaoshi Mountain.

"Dongdong..."

The sound of drums sounded, and then the sound of chanting Buddhist chants and scriptures came.

Ji Ning's shadow was pulled long and long by the setting sun. He stopped slightly and said, "The evening drum and morning bell awaken the fame and fortune of the world; the sutras and Buddhist chants bring back the dream of suffering. What a pity."

The Buddha is the enlightened person, but the sutra was recited by the monk.

The sky gradually darkened, Ji Ning walked in the shadows and easily entered Shaolin Temple.

Passing the Heavenly King Hall, the Great Hall, etc., all the way inside, the more you go, the more you defend it.

Ji Ning deliberately avoided the crowd, but he became more and more remote and came to a forest next to the temple.

I saw a bluestone path passing through the forest. He walked forward along the path. After turning a few turns, his eyes suddenly became cheerful. He could hear the sound of water. A pavilion stood beside the mountain stream, and a plaque at the top of the building. With the moonlight, you can see clearly the words "Sutra Pavilion" written on it.

"How can you not see the monk who sweeping the floor in a row through this world?"

Ji Ning's eyes turned to the Sutra Library. Under the sensation of the aura, several people existed like giant candles in the dark night, bright and dazzling, and were obviously the real masters who protected the Sutra Library.

After sensing this several times, a silent dormant energy fell into his spiritual consciousness.

"The body is like a rotten wood, and the mind is like a dry well. The clever way of withering and flourishing is exactly the opposite of the eternal and eternal skill."

In a room behind the Sutra Pavilion, a thin monk in a green robe slowly opened his eyes, folded his hands together, pronounced the Buddha's name, and said, "Amitabha."

Then, the old monk walked out of the door step by step.

The breeze blew, and the leaves rustled.

In a forest not far from Shaolin Temple, Ji Ning stopped, and after a while, an old monk walked slowly over.

Ji Ning asked: "Shaolin Temple is the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism. Now there is only martial arts, no Buddha. The master stays in Shaolin, why not rectify the chaos and correct the origin?"

The monk sweeping the floor clasped his palms together and said, "Amitabha, people's hearts are in war, and it is hard to violate the general situation."

Ji Ning smiled and said, "What kind of Zen is the master who is meditating on?"

The monk sweeping the floor said: "Zen is Zen. If you are strong, you can call it 'dry Zen'."

Ji Ning said: "There is constant and impermanent, the two trees wither and flourish, north, south, west and east, neither fake nor empty!"

It is said that when Sakyamuni was destroyed, there were two trees in the east, west, south, north, and two trees on each side flourished and withered, which were called "Four Deads and Four Rises".

According to the Buddhist scriptures, the two trees in the east mean "permanent and impermanent", the two trees in the south mean "joy and no happiness", the two trees in the west mean "I and no self", and the two trees in the north mean "purity and no purity".

The lush and glorious tree indicates the true form of Nirvana: permanence, joy, self, purity; the withered and withered tree shows the world: impermanence, no happiness, no self, no purity.

The Buddha's Nirvana enters extinction between these eight realms, which means neither decay nor prosperity, neither false nor emptiness.

The monk sweeping the floor lit up his eyes and said, "That's right, the donor has great wisdom."

Ji Ning shook his head and said, "This is not what I said, but what a monk from Tubo, Jiumozhi said."

The monk sweeping the floor said: "Buddhism is immortal, good! Good!"

"I've disturbed the master, say goodbye."

Ji Ning's figure disappeared, and a voice came from afar, "Only cultivating nature, not cultivating life, this is the first disease of cultivation. Only cultivating ancestors' nature, not cultivating life, it is difficult for the saints to become a saint for thousands of kalpas..."

The monk sweeping the floor put his palms together and said, "What kind of self-nature is originally pure; what kind of self-nature is originally not born or destroyed; what kind of self-nature is itself complete; what kind of self-nature is originally unshakable; how self-nature is able to produce all dharmas."

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At night, the city of Bianjing was brightly lit and the traffic was endless.

This is the heart of the Song Dynasty. The most prosperous dynasty in the world is rich, beautiful and brilliant. Compared with other countries of the same period, the Song Dynasty is as beautiful as heaven.

It’s a pity that this prosperity will be destroyed by war in a blink of an eye.

It is now the first year of Shaosheng. Six years later, Emperor Zhao Xu died of illness and the temple name is Zhezong. Thirty years later, it is the Jingkang shame that Yue Wumu will never forget until his death.

Since we have come to this era, we will never be able to calm down if we don’t try to do something.

Ji Ning walks in the city, and there must be a shadow behind the prosperity.

Soon, he found the right target.

In the alley ahead, a group of strong beggars were punching and kicking at a thin little beggar, beating and scolding, arrogant and arrogant.

Ji Ning waited for the group of beggars to walk away and then went over to help the little beggar who had only breath left. He pressed his head with one hand, and the vast real energy poured into the little beggar's body. He ran according to a complicated route, resulting in a transformation.

At the same time, wonderful changes also occurred in the little beggar's sea of ​​consciousness.

Ji Ning stuffed many fictional memories into the little beggar's brain. When the little beggar wakes up, he will become a time traveler from the earth.

Although these false memories will be forgotten if they cannot be used, they will completely change this little beggar and even the entire world.

After leaving Bianjing City, Ji Ning felt that a "time traveler" was not safe, so he created three "time travelers" in Jiangnan, Bashu, and Guanzhong.

On the Piaomiao Peak, the clouds roll and the clouds are unfolding, with various shapes.

Ji Ning looked into the distance and wished in his heart, "The future is yours, and ours, but in the final analysis it is yours."

Months passed by in a hurry, the four seasons alternated, and in a blink of an eye it was another new year.

In a quiet room in Lingjiu Palace, Ji Ning sat cross-legged and returned to his mind to shine. However, he saw the energy in his body flowing and circulating, and there was a meaning of endless life.

In the Dantian, the nine-layer cloud sea that restored the old view was born and destroyed, forming a sharp contrast with the dark and silent sea of ​​suffering.

“It’s time.”

Ji Ning thought, and the sea of ​​clouds suddenly became like boiling, and the essence of life rolled like waves, rushing straight out of the Dantian, surging.

At this moment, his internal organs were brilliant and flawless, and his bones were even more brilliant, condensed with divine beauty, while his skin was shining and dazzling, not like flesh and blood at all, but like a god worshipped by the world.

Suddenly, Ji Ning's body shook, his bones were clattering, his flesh and blood kept shaking, and his internal organs were trembling...
Chapter completed!