Chapter 2000

How long do I have to stay in this urn?

At this time, song Shuhang could do nothing.

Besides waiting in silence It's just prayer.

"Master Bai, with the blessing of two, let me go out early." Song Shuhang sincerely sends prayer signals with consciousness.

Never stay in this urn for thousands of years.

A thousand years is too long, he just seize the day.

In the future, when he really becomes a big man, he may consider closing down for a hundred years, a thousand years. But he's not there yet.

After praying, song Shuhang began to toss around in the holy man's urn.

For example, to study the "immortal bone" -- although he can't understand the structure of the immortal bone, he can wrap the immortal bone with consciousness and sense its surface structure.

If you are tired, you can study in every corner of the urn and enjoy the scenery from different angles.

He began to discover a pattern.

In this world, the casket of saints is in a orbit, just like a planet.

Similarly, the white horse, the net of merit, and the big eyes all have their own orbits.

Whenever the orbits of both sides intersect, song Shuhang can see each other.

Three times after passing the "white horse" three times, the urn meets a new landscape.

It's a bodhi tree, and it's shining.

Under the tree, there is a silver white figure, as long as a towel around the waist, sit cross knee.

But he's not reciting scriptures.

This silver white figure, with a bucket of strange dye in one hand, is carefully brushing a layer of gold paint on his silver body.

He brushes carefully, with a row of brushes around him, from head to toe, sometimes with a big brush, sometimes with a small brush This is a man with several brushes.

Song Shuhang looked at the man curiously.

What is the relationship between this man and the way of heaven?

He now has some vague conjectures about the world.

In addition to the casket of Confucian sages, the others, whether they are white horses, big eyes, or networks of merit and virtue, are all "imprinted shadows.".

Song Shuhang speculated that this was probably the "mark" left in the world by each preacher when he inherited the mandate of heaven and achieved immortality.

These marks, again and again in this empty operation, do not know fatigue.

White horse is probably the seventh day Tao corresponding to Bai's two.

Gongde.com should be the one with good luck. He may be the creator of Gongde snake beauty's cultivation.

Big eyes should be the predecessor of the second heaven way, that is, the Striped dragon heaven way.

So, which way of heaven does this silver figure correspond to?

Is it the fourth or the fifth?

Or Is it the prototype of the fat ball "liquid metal ball"?

The liquid metal sphere heaven way, seems to be able to form the human form, is also this kind of metal silver white.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized it was possible.

Therefore, he hastened to shrink his consciousness and keep quiet.

After all, unlike other celestial realms, the liquid metal sphere is still in office and has not retired. Maybe its "imprint shadow" will be more special?

At this time, the man with several brushes suddenly opened his towel around his waist.

"It's not easy to paint here." The man made a voice, he grabbed a small brush, pondered for a moment: "it's better to cut it off, cut flat, it will be better to paint."

Song Shuhang was speechless

"No, I can't. Although can still grow out, but cut the words, not good account of people. It can't be said that I was cut off when I was fighting. " The man with several brushes tangled for a moment and began to brush carefully at his waist with a small brush.

Song Shuhang

"Oh, holy man's urn, meet again." The man with several brushes suddenly waved at the urn of the saint.

He waved, and suddenly his hand froze.

Song Shuhang can sense that this man with several brushes has found him.

It's embarrassing.

After being stiff for a moment, the man quickly put all his brushes away. Then he sat cross legged under the bodhi tree with palms in his hands: "there is no tree in Bodhi, and the mirror is not a platform. Buddha's nature is always pure, where is dust! The heart is a bodhi tree, as a mirror. The mirror is clean, where is the dust? "

"All actions are like dreams and illusions, like dew and electricity. This is what we should see. "

There is a kind of noble monk's temperament from him.

Read read, the man raised his eyes, looked at the saint's ashes box, facing the consciousness of song Shuhang: "benefactor, do you understand?"I'm a little gray? 】Song Shuhang wanted to fight back to the man who had several brushes. Unfortunately, he was in a state of consciousness and could not speak.

"Benefactor, your understanding is too low." The golden man shook his head gently: "everything you just saw is a dream, a bubble."

Song Shuhang

Now he can confirm one thing. The form of the golden man is different from the other "shadow of heaven".

He may enter the world through other means, just like the Confucian sage.

What's more, song Shuhang found that he could communicate with the man who had several brushes. He could read his meaning only by moving his mind.

Needless to say, it's the big guy's standard mind reading.

"No, it's not mind reading. It's called "the heart has a good touch". It's called remote reading The man put his hands together and said, "benefactor, you can call me master."

"Master Can I ask you a question? " Song Shuhang asked.

He wanted to know if there was a way out of this space.

"Benefactor, although you are stupid, I am Poor scholar, no, I will explain it carefully. " The golden master smiles.

Song Shuhang is glad that he does not have a solid head now, otherwise he will have brain pain.

After adjusting his attitude, he asked, "master, you..."

"Yes." Golden master quickly returned.

Song Shuhang

"No, it's not a date?" The golden master said again.

Song Shuhang

"Not yet? That Baoda, who can swim and save you, won't be able to do this. I'm busy today. I don't have any money. I like salty bean curd. My identity is a secret. So is my age. I don't transfer merit and I don't accept apprentices... " The golden master's mouth is flying up and down.

Song Shuhang

"Are there any other questions that need to be explained by poor scholars?" Master golden smiles and goes on.

Song Shuhang

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