Chapter 70: The Magical Place of Scripture Debate (Please Read Later)
the other side,
Unknown land.
On the night boat,
The candlelight is dim.
There was only a faint candle flickering in the cabin.
Inside the cabin, the darkness was like insoluble ink.
Inside the cabin, there are twenty low tables arranged vertically.
There is a candlestick on each table.
But most of them were destroyed.
In the darkness, behind the tables where the lights were off, there were dark shadows sitting cross-legged.
After staring for a long time, it seemed that something was about to emerge from the darkness.
The darkness was thick, pressing down on the few remaining lights in the cabin.
Among them, eight lights were flickering.
An old monk with a sad face, drooping brows and shoulders, with his head bowed and his hands clasped together, holding a rosary in his hands, and a dim light in front of him.
There is a hint of incense lingering in the air.
A young man stood like a sword, carrying a black sword case about a foot wide on his back, with his eyes closed. The light of his sword was as big as an egg, and in the flame, there seemed to be a small sword humming and changing.
There was also a woman, wearing a purple gauze skirt, covered with white gauze, with a graceful figure, long eyebrows, and a frown between her brows.
The lights are like shining through clouds and mist, and cannot be seen clearly.
……
These people, young and old, men and women, each have their own strengths.
The clothes are different, as if they come from different places.
However, there is a hidden energy beating within every person's body.
Powerful yet restrained, he seemed to have entered a deep level of spiritual practice.
The different sizes and shapes of the lights in front of these people seem to be related to their spiritual practice.
But among these eight lights, two are quite special.
In front of a lamp filled with lamp oil, a little fat boy was lying on the table and seemed to be asleep.
There is a little squirrel on the left and a white fox on the right shoulder.
On both sides of the lights in front of them, tiny fireflies flickered, and inside them was a miniature city.
At the very corner of the cabin, there was a man with sword-like eyebrows and a green robe.
The flames before him burned fiercely like a pillar of fire, dispelling the thick darkness in the cabin.
Don't get close!
……
When Chen Yuan opened his eyes.
There was a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
At this time, he was sitting in his own small house in the courtyard.
Didn’t I just board the ship and enter the cabin?
He frowned and pushed open the window.
Outside the courtyard,
But it was just a vast expanse of white fog.
In front of his hand was a burning lamp.
Chen Yuan's mind was racing and silver light was shooting out.
As he glanced around, the surrounding courtyards disappeared like rain and snow melting away.
Fantasy?
It does not seem.
Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly.
A voice came from the white fog ahead.
His eyes flickered and he stepped out of the white mist.
Suddenly, Bai Wu missed a step and suddenly lost weight.
His face changed slightly, the internal Qi in his body surged violently, and a strong wind blew up, trying to stop his falling trend.
But this seems to be an irresistible force.
I could only straighten his body.
As the fall occurred, the white mist dissipated.
The surrounding sky and earth are clear.
He saw a mountain forest.
A mighty river.
There was also a ship carrying cargo and passengers.
He also heard arguments and shouting coming from the boat.
Chen Yuan's eyes flashed with silver light, and he saw from afar that in the open cabin were peddlers and all kinds of people.
They were surrounding an old monk with droopy eyes and long brows, arguing or shouting.
Seems to be arguing with the old monk.
The old monk just lowered his eyes and did not respond.
Chen Yuan raised his eyebrows.
He had seen this old monk in the cabin before. Before he could think about it, he fell directly from the sky and landed on the deck of the ship.
At this moment, the cabin suddenly became quiet.
Then, everyone looked at him.
The long-browed old monk in the middle also twitched his drooping eyebrows and looked at Chen Yuan.
"Sir, we asked the master, if one day we become the idle clouds and wild cranes in the mountains, transcending the world, will we become carefree? The master said that people have delusions and cannot speak the truth. He refused to say, then we might as well become the clear wind and bright moon, without desires and demands, that would be fine, but the monk still refused to say."
"Please judge for us. This master is not a fake monk. Sir, if it were you, what would you say?"
came a voice.
What followed was a barrage of indignant criticism.
"that is"
"that is"
"..."
Then, everyone stopped at the same time, looked at Chen Yuan, and waited for his answer.
Chen Yuan smiled.
"The master is right."
Everyone's face suddenly changed, becoming gloomy in an instant, their brows turned unfriendly, and they stared at Chen Yuan.
"The master didn't say anything, how can you say he's right? Are you also fake?"
A shout.
Then, a group of voices responded, like a devil’s sound.
Chen Yuan spoke.
"Wild cranes and idle clouds are not the same as the law."
"The breeze and the bright moon are also dust."
"The master is silent because everything you say is wrong."
"So, the Master's silence is deafening. Didn't you hear it?"
As soon as these words came out, the people on the boat, who were originally ready to make a move, suddenly became silent and seemed to be thinking about something.
Then, as if they had received some kind of answer, they dispersed and went about their own business.
It was as if what just happened had never happened.
At this time, the old monk stood up, walked out of the cabin and came to Chen Yuan.
Under the heavy eyelids, a gleam of light flashed, and then a Buddhist name was chanted.
"Amitabha!"
"The donor is really a wonderful person!"
"Even if I practice the silent meditation, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it up for much longer."
"The donor not only helped me out of my predicament, but also gave me a Buddhist verse. How kind!"
Chen Yuan looked at the old monk carefully and found that his body was a little weak and he looked a little tired, but his eyes were full of brilliance and he had achieved great success in his practice.
So I got straight to the point and asked the answer I wanted to know.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Where is this place?"
The old monk with white eyebrows raised his long eyebrows, seeming a little surprised.
"Donor, don't you know where this is? And how did you get up here?"
“This is the place for debate!”
"There are great opportunities, but also great terrors."
Chen Yuan's brows twitched.
"Chen knows that he doesn't know much about this place. He came here to look for someone. Master, please help him solve some of his doubts."
"This doesn't seem to be an illusion!"
As he said this, he clasped his fists.
Upon hearing this, the old monk with white eyebrows shook his head.
"No and no."
"This place was once the place where a great master debated scriptures. As time passed, it became a place for contemplation."
"Here, countless people with magical powers left their scriptures in the past, which created the wonders of this place."
"There are traces left by many enlightened people inside, forming wonders and dangerous places. If you come across them, you may be able to comprehend something and realize the true practice. Or..."
When the white-browed old monk said this, he paused and lowered his old eyes.
"Or, if you can't cross it, you will die and stay here forever."
"This is the second danger of this place. There are traces left by those who have achieved the Dao Heart, and there are also obsessions left by those whose Dao Heart is broken."
"The place where we are now is probably a picture that was deeply impressed by the master of the night boat when he had not yet achieved success in his cultivation. It is engraved in it."
"I think the donor has experienced this too."
“It’s so lifelike, as if everything is real.”
"It's both true and false, opportunities and dangers coexist!"
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