Chapter 645

After listening to Chen Mo's words, the fangweng first smiled, then shook his head and said, "the devil will never surpass the Buddha, because the magic power of the devil is far less than that of the Buddha. The magic power of the Buddha is a decent school, and the magic power of the devil is an evil school. This is the reason why "evil is superior to justice".

But Buddha is compassionate and compassionate. He will never deal with demons. Instead, he uses virtue to influence demons and convince demons. Among the eight phases of the Tao, there is a phase of "subduing demons". It is more appropriate to say that the Buddha "affects demons". Because Buddha will not subdue demons by means of oppression or violence. If you subdue the devil, there will be me, human, sentient beings and longevity. With these four aspects, you can't become a Buddha. Buddhism and Taoism belong to the same family, which is the same truth. "

Chen Mo disagrees with Fang Weng's explanation, because he never wanted to become an immortal and a Buddha. The way of immortal and Buddha is relatively inaccessible. As all sentient beings, he believes that there is no absolute distinction between good and evil in the world, because justice is in the hands of winners.

As long as you get revenge, take back everything that belongs to you, and stand on the commanding height, you will be worshipped by thousands of people, and evil will become justice.

Moreover, in the Scriptures, in the eyes of the Buddha, all good people are the Buddha. Chen Mo's understanding of this sentence is that there is no distinction between good and evil in law, and people have the idea of good and evil.

People with evil thoughts are naturally villains, but how many people in the world do not have the three poisons of "greed, anger and infatuation"? If there is, it must no longer be human, become a Buddha and become an immortal.

However, Chen Mo doesn't think it's wrong for Fang Weng. He just thinks it's not suitable for him. The reason is very simple. Chen Mo has always defined himself as a villain.

The wicked should do what the wicked should do. Even if they are broken to pieces in the end, it is their destiny. There is no complaint or regret!

How can you cultivate a devil? Then you have to cultivate a devil!

In a flash, it was three months. In these three months, everyone in the yard was living step by step, just like the pointer on the clock, quietly consuming the rest of his life.

But under this calm surface, only they know what everyone is thinking.

With the help of "integrating color, food and sleep", Chen Mo can see what will happen in the next ten seconds in three months. Ten seconds is a watershed between primary and intermediate cultivation.

Although it was far from his original cultivation, it also made him feel a little relieved. Because according to the current progress, if everything goes well, he can basically return to his original cultivation in another year.

However, Chen Mo's heart is very anxious. He has been to Qingya Taoist temple for 7 months and 8 days. People from the security bureau not only didn't come to see him, but also didn't even have any news.

What's the outside world like now?

Is the other one taken by the Security Bureau, or continues to cheat in his own identity?

He wants to know, but the only way to know is to leave the elegant Taoist temple!

Therefore, how to leave the pure and elegant Taoist temple has become a matter of hard thinking in Chen Mo's leisure. There are two ways to leave the pure and elegant Taoist temple. One is to be released; The other is to escape by yourself.

The first is impossible, because over time, Chen Mo is convinced that the Security Bureau has forgotten itself, and there is only the second.

He has no amazing cultivation. It is certainly unrealistic for him to break out of the pure and elegant Taoist temple by himself, so he still places his hope on Zhixun on how to escape from the pure and elegant Taoist temple.

On a warm spring night, Zhixun wrote and drew against the stars under the tree. This time, Chen Mo didn't rush up to talk to him, but also learned the way Zhixun looked at the stars, then made two serious paintings on the ground, then pretended to meditate, erasing and repainting.

To win a person's favor, having a common "hobby" is a good way.

Chen Mo painted the Big Dipper on the ground. After this period of observation, Zhixun has been studying the Big Dipper.

Dong, Dong, Dong

The quiet Taoist temple sounded the drum of rest. The Taoist temple is a morning bell and evening drum, so it reminds people of their work and rest time by beating drums at night.

Zhixun erases the drawing, then stands up and finds that Chen Mo is squatting nearby to draw a picture. He has painted the picture tens of thousands of times, so he can see what Chen Mo is painting at a glance, but the details of Chen Mo's drawing are different from his own. Just when he wants to come closer and see it clearly, Chen Mo has erased the picture on the ground.

With his eyes facing each other, Chen Mo smiled with deep meaning, then got up and left, and returned to his room to rest.

For several days, Chen Mo would draw pictures in the yard every night. Then, after the drums sounded, he gave Zhixun an intriguing smile and turned back to his room.

Although Zhixun never spoke to Chen Mo, Chen Mo saw confusion in Zhixun's eyes.

This is exactly what he wants to see.

It was another night, with the patter of spring rain. Under the night, it was like ox hair, like flower needles, like a girl's soft hair... The rain and fog filled everything, like smoke and clouds, and the rain line rustled on the leaves.

In such weather, it is impossible to observe the sky. People in the courtyard either stand or squat under the eaves, enjoying the artistic conception and beauty at this time.

Chen Mo pretends to stand with Zhixun unintentionally, staring at the hazy drizzle in a daze. The air is cool and clear, refreshing.

"What are you painting recently?" Zhi Xun stared at the locust tree in the yard.

Chen Mo is surprised. He is not surprised because Zhixun suddenly talks to himself, and he has been waiting for this moment. He is surprised because Zhixun doesn't open his mouth at all, but his voice is his.

Chen Mo pretends to be calm and uses Yu Guang to look at the classical fangweng on the stone bench not far away.

"Elder martial brother, are you talking to me?"

Zhi Xun nodded slightly, but didn't say anything, but still looked at the old locust tree attentively.

"Did you just say ventriloquism?"

"No, it's a metaphor. It's the way we talk in private. We can't hear the argot. "

Chen Merton took a breath. No wonder he couldn't hear them at ordinary times. It turned out that several common people in the yard were communicating in argot at ordinary times.

Is this also a kind of power?

"What language is argot? How can I learn? "

Zhixun was obviously not interested in answering his question and said, "answer my question. What are you drawing?"

Chen Mo was stunned, lowered his voice and said, "just like you."

"Do you know what I'm drawing?"

"I know." Chen Mo continues to sell off.

"Hum, boy, did you tell the fangweng?"

"What did you say?" Chen Mo asked.

"Said..." Zhi Xun looked at Chen Mo, then looked at the locust tree in the middle of the yard and said, "boy, don't try to set me up. You don't know what I'm drawing."

After being penetrated by Zhixun, Chen Mo didn't care, but continued to pretend to be a big tail wolf and said, "senior brother, I belong to a friend in the same trench like you. What you think is what I think, isn't it? "

Zhi Xun's eyebrows jumped and said, "what did you realize from the sky?"

His question was too abstract. If the answer was that it would be sunny tomorrow, it must be the donkey's lips that were wrong. The horse's mouth immediately revealed its stuffing, so he had to continue to pack it and say, "I realized what you didn't realize."

Zhixun looks at Chen Mo again, with a glimmer of longing in his eyes, and says, "you realize where the birth gate is?"

Chen Mo's mind moved and hurriedly asked, "what kind of student?"

"The student of the nine palaces and eight trigrams array." After that, Zhixun finds Chen Mo's trap, because he doesn't believe that Chen Mo knows what he is painting. The reason is very simple. Chen Mo never tries to escape and doesn't know the outside situation. But because Chen Mo's recent behavior is too strange, he can't help testing him today.

Compared with Zhixun's anger, Chen Mo smiles in his heart. He finally knows what Zhixun is trying to explore.

The nine palaces and eight diagrams array is an ancient military array. It is said that it was invented by Zhuge Liang. Nine is the pole of number. Take the number derived from six, three and three. Yi Youyun: life two, two generate three, and three generate all things. There is also the so-called Tai Chi generates Liangyi, Liangyi generates four phases, four phases generate eight trigrams, and the eight trigrams change into sixty-four trigrams, which has changed endlessly from then on.

As an intelligent patrol who has escaped 68 times in 3 years, he watches the celestial phenomena every day and tries hard to find the students of the nine palaces and eight trigrams array. Why else?

Nature wants to escape!

In other words, the reason why the laymen imprisoned in the elegant Taoist temple can't escape is that there are nine palaces and eight trigrams outside the Taoist temple.

Chen Mo stretched out and said, "senior brother Zhixun, it's almost time to go to bed. Let's talk another day."

After that, Chen Mo turns back to the room with satisfaction. This is another key for him to sell. He wants to lift Zhixun's appetite, because only in this way, Zhixun will confide in himself without concealment.

It's still raining. I can't hear anything outside except the rustle of rain. Instead of going to bed early as usual, Chen Mo recalls the contents of the nine palaces and eight trigrams array in his mind.

About the "nine palaces and eight trigrams array", Chen Mo once saw relevant records in Qimen dunjia and Huangdi Yin Fu Jing, but he can't remember the specific contents clearly. He only vaguely remembers that "the eight trigrams and Jiazi are hidden by magic machines and ghosts" in Huangdi Yin Fu Jing.

As for the records in Qimen dunjia, Chen Mo has only read it roughly, because Qimen dunjia is a work of Shu Shu Shu, which is known as the highest level prediction of Huang Lao Taoism, and has little to do with the formula of mental cultivation.

Cha, Cha, cha

Chen Mo, who has a pair of thief ears, suddenly hears the sound of sneaky footsteps outside, which makes him alert immediately. After the sleeping curtain drum of the elegant Taoist temple rings, no one is allowed to walk around outside.

Footsteps stopped at his door, which moved gently.

TA!

The latch is open!

When the door was opened, a figure flashed in and directly bullied Chen Mo to the bedside. Chen Mo suddenly got up. Before he had time to take any defense measures, he was immediately pinched by one hand as soon as his throat tightened, and then pressed down on the bed.

"Don't move! Or I'll kill you! "

Chen Mo was surprised. He thought the person coming was Zhixun, but he heard someone else from his voice!