one person is right

Chapter 43 I only ask for one, its name is Tao...

"Just here, it should be invisible from the outside." A soldier suddenly drew his sword, "Don't blame me for waiting!"

The dozen or so ragged men and women immediately became frightened and ran howling one by one, but eventually fell down. Three soldiers killed the man and wiped the blood from the swords. Bye bye.

"What do you worship him for?" Another person sneered, "If the gods of the Jin people are really useful, or if you ignore them, how can you be reduced to this? Let's go."

The three left in a hurry, leaving behind corpses all over the floor, blood flowing, and gradually reached the depths of the temple.

Contaminated with clay sculptures, faint tremors.

Chen Cuo took a deep breath and loosened his fists. He knew that the illusion in front of him was a dusty history for a long time.

"I have been born with spiritual wisdom since then." The blurry figure suddenly said, "I am a dragon king statue, after the dragon king entered the reincarnation, I first worshipped with incense, and had a trace of true spirit, and then took this..." He pointed to the man. Blood on the ground, "I got the real me."

Chen Cuo fell silent.

The blurry figure waved his hand, and many scenes spun.

The deceased is like a man. After the dragon king of this temple has acquired spiritual wisdom, there are not many people to worship, and there are not many incense tributes, and there is not much magic, just watching the scene in the temple day after day.

In the long years, many ordinary people have come, and they will pay homage to the situation. There are also some ghosts, ghosts, foxes, and scholar generals, lingering in this Dragon King Temple, staged scenes of sadness and joy.

Their thoughts and actions are imprinted in the temple.

"I have heard more of these people's words, and then I know that there is a thing in this world, famous."

The blurry figure spoke again, with a faint voice: "That way is the door to all wonders, and it should be able to answer my doubts."

Chen Cuo remained silent, and faintly already had a guess.

Not long after, another mountaineer came to worship, and even offered a rare live sacrifice in decades - a pig.

The little pig has lived since then, and he is quite clever. He could faintly hear the words of the clay sculpture, and he actually answered it, which made the temple of loneliness a little angry.

At this time, the scene in the temple changed again!
But all of a sudden, the sky and the earth dimmed, and then a dark shadow shrouded the temple, and a big monster with a pair of huge wings fell, walked into the temple, looked at it, but left.

But this monster is very fierce, although it didn't stop, it was just a look, and without any action, it killed most of the pig's life.

Seeing that the little pig was dying, the Dragon King of the temple actually gave out a ray of incense, and passed on his self-realized incense method, which made his gods endogenous and survived.

But not long after that, the big monster came back, and used the demonic wind to infiltrate everywhere, turning the temple into a lair, and it raged for a while, capturing many prey, imprisoning and killing, all of a sudden black smoke.

Since then, no one has come to worship.

There is only a little pig, who hides his figure by relying on a little incense smoke, goes back and forth, and then travels through mountains and rivers. After finding a village and town, he carefully falls into a dream, tricks others into offering sacrifices in his dream, and then steals the idea of ​​incense and secretly absorbs it for the temple dragon king. just maintained.

But over the years, the Temple Dragon King has gradually become unsupported, and cracks have appeared on the clay sculpture.

The blurry figure saw this scene and said, "My fellow Daoist, I don't hesitate to take risks every day and pay a lot for this, but unfortunately my virtue is shallow..."

Chen Cuo was comforted, but in the end it turned into a sigh.

Because it's all in the past and it's hard to change it.

Then, the scene changed again, and a group of people came.

The Daoist had a blurred face, long hair, and black clothes. When he came and grabbed it with one hand, the big demon showed its original shape and was taken directly into his sleeve.

But the Taoist did not leave, but handed over to the clay sculpture, seeing that the image was extraordinary, and even sat down to discuss Taoism with the clay sculpture.

"Fellow Daoist was born under the decree of Vientiane..." The Daoist said, suddenly the whole person was blurred, and the outline could no longer be seen.

Chen Cuo couldn't help but wonder.

The blurry figure smiled and said: "There is no leakage of the true immortal, the false and the true are unified, and the falsehood is preserved.

good guy!Even other people's memories will be affected?What kind of cultivation is this!
Chen Cuo couldn't help being surprised, and a little yearning was born again.

When the Taoist discussed Taoism with the clay sculpture, he could see its shape but not hear its sound.

Finally, with a wave of his hand, he took a picture of a small turtle from the river, left something on the turtle's back, and turned away.

Seeing this, Chen Cuo already understood the origin of the pig and the turtle.

Then, the scene changed again.

The Taoist accepted the big monster and left floating, but the strangers around were already afraid of this place, even the mountain people rarely came, and the Dragon King Temple became more and more dilapidated.

The little pig and the little turtle went to steal the dream to steal the incense, but it was a drop in the bucket, and there were more and more cracks on the clay sculpture.

Finally one day, the head of the Dragon King's clay sculpture suddenly broke and rolled down, and the entire mountain temple completely collapsed.

The last scene Chen Cuo saw was the little pig and the little turtle crying sadly on the ruins.

After that, everything turned to darkness, and only the blurry figure glowing with golden light was left in front of Chen Cuo's eyes.

"Even at the end, I couldn't really get the Dao," he seemed to be shaking his head. "If that's the case, what's the point of me being born of blood and falling silently into the mountains and forests?"

Chen Cuo was silent for a moment.

The blurred figure's eyes gradually became clear, looking at Chen Cuo, and said: "From birth to annihilation, I have been in a temple, trapped in a corner, and I can't see the world. If I can obtain the Tao, maybe I will know why I was born and what it is. meaning."

Chen Cuo thought of his own experience, and felt a little bit in his heart, and said: "There is a temple in the heart, which can hide the mind, outside the temple, there are thousands of worlds, but outside this world, there may be mysteries, and some people can cross with their bodies, Some people can travel with their souls, and how can they know that the heaven and earth outside the temple is not another big temple that covers one side of the world? It seems true or false, who can tell?"

The fuzzy figure froze in place, and then burst out laughing!

"I see! That's what the Taoist said back then! So, my heart is at ease!"

The laughter echoed in all directions, making Chen Cuo's thoughts confused, and he was about to ask again.

The vague figure said first: "I can't obtain the Tao, and I hope fellow Taoists can observe my path as a reference. If I can move forward, this is what I have!" After the words were finished, his vague figure suddenly scattered, The golden light, which was originally bound, broke free, and then rushed to Chen Cuo, wrapped around him, and finally submerged in him.

In the darkness, a sigh came.

"Big waves wash away sand, hundreds of millions of sand and gravel, I only want one, its name is Dao..."

Surrounded by golden light, he heard sighs, and between the changes of light and shadow, Chen Cuo's eyes were blurred, as if he had once again experienced more than a hundred years and watched the whole temple come and go.

At the same time, a lot of information came in, and it was about to be integrated into his heart.

However, Chen Cuo, who has already experienced it, will naturally not let such a thing happen again. The many memories of Chen Fangqing have not been completely sorted out, let alone now?
But he is also very clear about the value of a lot of information, and his insight can be said to be a guiding light on the road of incense.

As soon as his mind moved, Chen Cuo silently recited the formula of the true self. After holding on to one heart, all the golden lights flashed in his heart, instead of entering the depths of his heart. Then he knew that this matter could not be delayed, so he slowly pulled away from consciousness and fell into sleep.

(End of this chapter)