Chapter 1112

Although I don't know why there is such a weak voice in the word "Sutra", since I can hear it, it means that I still hope to ascend the ancient Saint remnant Sutra Pavilion.

This alone was enough to rekindle Qin Huan's hope.

Qin Huan began to think about the weak voice.

What is Tao?

Qin Huan had asked Tianqi's ancestors about Tao as early as the time of Tianqi Zong. He had also read countless books to figure out what Tao was.

But for so many years, Qin Huan did not know what "Tao" was. In other words, no one could really explain what "Tao" was.

Therefore, Qin Huan had no clue about this problem!

But since I asked this question, I can't answer. I don't know, but what is Tao?

Qin Huan was lost in thought and carefully recalled the ancient books about Tao he had read.

After a long time, still fruitless.

Because there is no detailed description of what the aisle is in any ancient books.

Qin Huan was not only helpless, but finally got another chance, but missed it because he couldn't answer. Did... He really have no chance with the ancient Saint remnant Sutra pavilion?

"Since there is no explanation in the ancient books, then if a dead horse is a living horse doctor, answer my understanding of the Tao." Qin Huan said to himself. Then he calmed down and began to think about what the cableway was.

"Tao should be called a force between heaven and earth, but most people know" Tao ", but no one analyzes what" Tao "is... Because" Tao "can't explain clearly, and the Tao is unknown, so they only need to understand it by themselves."

"But since the Tao is unclear, what is the Tao?" Qin Huan felt dizzy.

wait.

Qin Huan suddenly heard a saying in an ancient book: "Tao gives birth to one, life two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things."

After pondering for a long time, Qin Huan realized something and said, "Tao is everything, everything is Tao!"

"Everything can be a Tao. This is the" Tao ". Then ask again: what is the Tao?" the weak voice sounded again.

Qin Huan was stunned.

If it wasn't for the faint voice that "everything can be the Tao", Qin Huan thought he had heard it wrong. Otherwise, how could he ask what the Tao is?

However, Qin Huan soon understood.

This is the same as the triple meaning of "mountain". It has the same triple meaning of seeing whether a mountain is a mountain, not a mountain, or a mountain.

This made Qin Huan's head big.

Over the years, he has been chasing strength and rarely pondering about "Tao". Therefore, these problems can only be pondered by him now. As for whether it is right or wrong, he can't be sure.

He took a deep breath, calmed his thoughts and meditated quietly.

"Tao is Tao!"

After a long time, Qin Huan opened his mouth. The answer was not that he fooled at will, but the idea in his heart that Tao is Tao. Why do you have to explain what he is?

Qin Huan didn't respond for a long time. It seemed that the faint voice was surprised that Qin Huan replied like this.

Half an hour later, when Qin Huan thought it was over, a faint voice sounded again.

"Ask again, what is Tao?"

Qin Huan's face was helpless. Unexpectedly, it was really the same as the triple artistic conception of the mountain

Although he was helpless, Qin Huan soon calmed down and began to meditate.

Since it is the same as the triple artistic conception of mountain, I need to derive the triple artistic conception of Tao from the first two answers.

Although Qin Huan didn't know why this problem happened, he vaguely guessed that it was related to the ancient sage remnant Sutra Pavilion, so he needed to treat it carefully.

"Everything is the Tao, and the Tao is the Tao. Then, what is the Tao?"

Qin Huan thought a lot. He thought of understanding the ancient sage Hun Yuanzi and Xumi's immortal son of heaven. He thought of their realm of heaven

After a while, Qin Huan realized clearly and said, "I, the Tao is me, I am the Tao!"

"What a way is for me, I am the way! Send you a song: thirty-three days weigh the sky, white clouds wrap the face, and sages come out. Sages are made by mortals. I'm afraid that mortals don't have a strong heart."

Qin Huan wondered, is that all?

He slowly opened his eyes. When he saw the scene in front, he was shocked. He saw that the stone steps and gates were still dilapidated. At this time, they were magnificent and magnificent.

The 333 stone steps paved with green and Xuan stones are derived all the way up. At the end of the stone steps is an ancient giant gate. The giant gate is made of unknown material. It is carved with dense and strange words and graphics, which looks very mysterious.

In the center above the gate, a simple facade is hung here. On the plaque, seven vigorous and powerful characters are engraved: "33 heavy Sutra Pavilion!"

"What's the matter?" Qin Huan not only took a breath of cold air, but looked around. He didn't see wendedao or anyone else. Even, there was no one around except himself.

"Is... This the real ancient holy scripture pavilion?" Qin Huan stared at the seven big words on the plaque. The new author was surprised. He thought he had no chance with the ancient holy scripture Pavilion this time, but he unexpectedly stepped into the real ancient holy scripture Pavilion... No, it's the real 33 fold Scripture Pavilion!

Qin Huan took a deep breath. He stood up slowly and couldn't wait to step on the stone steps ahead.

To his amazement, the sense of bondage seemed to be gone. He walked straight up like a stroll.

Soon Qin Huan reached the top and stood under the gate.

Qin Huan couldn't wait to look ahead. There was a white fog rolling ahead. A huge tower was vaguely visible in the white clouds. Looking vaguely, it seemed that the huge tower was tens of stories high.

"Thirty three Sutra Pavilion, this tower, there are thirty-three in all?" Qin Huan murmured to himself. Thinking about it, he took steps and tried to go under the tower and into the tower.

"Huh?"

What made Qin Huan puzzled was that he could not step into the gate, as if there was a huge transparent wall blocking his way.

What's going on?

Qin Huan's excitement stagnated again. He felt like he had been played. He clearly saw it, but he couldn't enter??

After pondering for a long time, Qin Huan tried again and again, but still failed. Helpless, Qin Huan asked, "senior, why can't you enter?"

"Hold... Tight... When... Firm... No." the answer to Qin Huan was a faint voice, as if the speaker was going to be broken at any time.

"Hurry up? It won't last long?" Qin Huan felt that his ability to get here was the limit of existence in the word "Jing".

In other words, you can't enter the 33 fold Sutra Pavilion in front of you?

But if I can't enter, why does this mysterious existence make me hurry up??

Qin Huan took a deep breath and began to look around. When he saw the ancient gate, Qin Huan was stunned. He found that the carving on the gate was very strange and seemed to contain some mystery.

"Well, I can't go to the thirty-three times Sutra Pavilion. I can only see if there is fortune on the big door." Qin Huan thought for a long time. Qin Huan didn't dare to think about it. He sat directly under the big door and began to watch the big door and began to understand.

Although there are regrets, the thirty-three fold Sutra pavilion has been unable to enter. It's better to understand this giant gate. Even if the giant gate is not as good as the Sutra Pavilion, it's always better than returning empty handed.