Prehistoric, enlightened from the young Hongjun

Chapter 71 If you want to become stronger, you have to fight

"Because my cat took it to play."

In front of the creek, Ji Dong looked at the clear water and thought to himself.

But it's useless to say such things, so Lin Yi said without turning his head while smiling slightly.

"Is it really missing?"

"It's not on the table."

Jie Yin looked at the empty stone table in front of him, looked around, and there was a trace of anxiety in his eyes.

Those, but the woodcarvings he poured his heart and soul into.

At the moment of carving, it is no longer a piece of stubborn wood, but his life, his thoughts and all.

"Look for it carefully."

Ji Dong still didn't look back.

Hearing this sentence, Jieyin looked at the stone table in front of him, and at everything on the river bank.

In silence, he slowly closed his eyes, and the moment he opened them again, there was a trace of bitterness at the corners of his mouth.

"Mr. Nobody."

But it was only halfway through the introduction, when Ji Yi, who had been concentrating on fishing, turned his head at this moment.

Those are a pair of eyes that are boundless, deep and broad like the sea of ​​stars.

But at this moment, the moment the pair of eyes looked at it, there seemed to be a trace of disappointment.

A trace of disappointment with him.

"Mr. Unknown, I."

Jieyin wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to say it.

It was obvious that he had lost his things, but when he really wanted to export them, he felt inexplicably embarrassed and cramped.

It was as if once he spoke, he would face the blame, as if it was his fault.

"Receive and guide friends, they are still in your heart."

In a moment, a sad word came from Lin Yi's mouth amidst the tension.

"The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand, always wipe it diligently, so as not to stir up dust"

When Lin Yi said this, he looked away from Jieyin's body, and looked at the clear water again.

"Bodhi means enlightenment, wisdom, no more confusion...

To meet and lead fellow Taoists, do you still remember your original intention of carving?

It is to learn to pick up, but also to know how to put it down.

Every stroke you make when carving is to pick up the past. When you put down the carving knife, you should also let it go freely.

Although you carved three woodcarvings before, but now it seems that they have already created countless pieces in your heart. "

"What does Mr. Unknown mean?"

"Re-engraving."

Lin Yi said lightly.

"Re-engraving?"

Seeing the extra carved knives on the stone table and the wood carvings emerging from the emptiness, Jieyin slowly closed his eyes again.

"Learn to pick up and let go"

After a while, Jieyin calmly opened his eyes, picked up the carving knife, and the corners of his mouth were no longer bitter.

The next moment, with a thought in his mind, the carving knife landed on the stubborn wood, and a familiar line appeared in front of Jieyin again.

That was the woodcarving from yesterday, and it is also the woodcarving in his heart at this moment.

As Mr. Anonymous said, to find a way out for the western land, one must not only know the sufferings of that world, but also learn how to let go after knowing it.

How to let go?

I don't understand.

But he could vaguely feel that letting go should not be forgetting, but not being influenced by it during the process of letting go.

Only by not being swayed, can we break out of the original shackles and find a new way out.

Just like the road he opened up when he stood in the vastness before.

"The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand, always wipe it diligently, so as not to stir up dust"

Seeing the sawdust flying in his hands, while Jieyin murmured in his heart, he also seemed to see the layers of fog and the layers of dust in his heart.

"Knowing the mind and knowing the nature, mastering the wisdom, can not be stained with dust. It turns out that everything has just begun."

On Mount Sumeru, Jieyin slowly opened his eyes.

Every dream is a harvest.

Compared with the abundant innate aura on Mount Sumeru, the life in the dream can truly make up for his lack of origin.

"Brother, why is your body still as withered and yellow as before?"

Just as Jieyin was contemplating the innate aura in front of him, Zhunti who was beside him spoke.

Compared with the previous shortness, Zhunti's main body is already bathed in golden light all the time.

Under the shining of this golden light, it looks extremely bright and eye-catching, like a treasure in the world, the darling of the western world.

In contrast, although Jieyin's main body looks more alive than before, it is still withered and yellow.

This made Zhunti worry, worried that when he fully recovered his original origin and made further progress, this brother's body would disappear with the wind like the shattered ashes.

"Brother, since you and I want to take over the western land, we should work hard to become stronger, only in this way can we achieve true protection.

Even if the countless ideas in front of us are at the expense of the situation in the western land, but you"

Looking at Jieying's fragile body, Zhunti couldn't help but speak.

"Junior brother thinks I'm suffering?"

After receiving the quotation, he said lightly.

"Brother has always been very bitter."

Quntinonuo said.

"I used to feel bitter, but now it's different, I feel sweet."

Jie Yin said with a smile, looking at Luo Hu who opened his eyes at the moment on the high platform in the distance.

Looking at Jieyin's body, which has not changed at all under the supplement of inspiration, Zhunti's heart is complicated.

If he knew the language of later generations, or had studied with Ji Dong, he would definitely not be able to help but complain in his heart.

"Brother, don't tell me you've lost your mind."

But at this moment, amidst this complexity, Zhunti said helplessly.

"Where does sweetness come from?"

"Sweetness comes from bitterness, and only by remembering bitterness can one think of sweetness."

Following those words, Jieyin slowly closed his eyes.

"nonsense."

At the same time, with a cold snort, Luo Hu slapped a murderous palm from the air.

Bang!
Under Zhunti's gaze, after Luohu's palm, pieces of withered and yellow bamboo leaves collapsed into ashes the moment they fell, following the fainting of Jieyin.

It didn't grow many leaves at first, but with this shoot, more than half of them were wasted.

"Brother, brother, why can't you be smarter?

The younger brother knows that you are sacrificing yourself, so that the younger brother can get Luo Hu's attention and won't become a real puppet.

But junior brother, how can I see you turn into ashes? "

Seeing that the bamboo leaves on Jieyin's body were more than half bald, Zhunti's heart was full of regret.

"Devil Lord, since you have sacrificed the western spirit to make up my senior brother, can you be more gentle with my senior brother?"

"Trash, if you are strong enough, I won't make a move."

Just as Zhunti's words of comfort fell, Luo Hu slapped him again from the air.

Bang!
"I will definitely work hard to cultivate. As long as I am strong enough, I will be able to save my brother from the hands of the devil."

With a muffled sound, Zhunti endured the pain in his body, and after taking a look at Jieying, he retreated again.

"Zunti is too useless. After so long, I don't have any epiphany."

Watching Jieyin and Zhunti start a new round of practice again, Luo Hu looked away from Zhunti in disappointment, and his eyes fell on Jieyin's withered and yellow bamboo.

With that palm just now, it seemed that he knocked Jieying unconscious, but in fact, Jieyin had already escaped into his dream.

But Zhunti didn't see it at all.

The only thing that comforts him is that every time Jieyin suffers, it can stimulate Zhunti's potential.

"Only by remembering bitterness can one think of sweetness, and only by losing can one gain. The next time you wake up, what kind of surprise will you give me, welcome?"

As these words came to mind, Luo Hu felt a little more anticipation in his heart.

As for quasi-mention?

There is still a period of time left and right, and when the sword of Xuehai is refined, Zhunti will be more perfect by then.

(End of this chapter)