This is a quiet place, a place where Buddha's light shines on it.

What is Buddha's light? It's just a feeling of a faint golden light that puts it into people's hearts.

Yi Tianxing gently rubbed the tip of his nose, thinking about it in his heart, but found that he had felt empty when he touched it, without fingers and no nose.

The light golden light gradually spread out in this void. He was a little surprised to find that he could not see his body, but just looked at the changes in front of him through his eyes.

Suddenly, I felt a palpitation.

The Buddha's light is everywhere, shining with golden and brilliant colors in the space. From some point in time, the color of the light gradually changed, and it was divided into layers of thick and thin. A layer of thick gold is like red flames, and a layer of light gold is like sunset. This kind of light is superimposed, which makes Yi Tianxing, who is in the space, feels extremely panicked, and feels that these lights seem to be conscious.

It seemed as if to prove what he was thinking in his heart, a faint sound came from the depths of the Buddha's light.

"Finish him!"

The sound is very strange, not like one person can't say it, but one cannot hear multiple accents added together. It's like ten thousand people were trained for ten thousand years and used all their strength to shout these three words in the open square with the same tone.

"Finish him!"

"Who found?"

Yi Tianxing floated in the space in a daze, murmured and asked subconsciously.

No one answered him, and the Buddha's light that confuses people's eyes kept changing its depth, and the three words kept coming from the depths.

"Finish him!"

"Finish him!"

...

...

Yi Tianxing, who was floating in the endless space, finally got angry and roared with his eyes: "Who is playing with Xuanxu? Come out!"

The Buddha's light fell into silence.

Suddenly, the light in a certain place in the space twisted. A statue, a statue of the Bodhisattva, a statue of the Bodhisattva holding a sword in his right hand and a lotus in his left hand - it was the treasure statue of the Manjushri Wisdom Bodhisattva, which slowly appeared in front of him in a way that Yi Tianxing could not understand. The treasure statue seemed to be hollow, floating and radiant, and seemed to be annihilated at any time.

"I feel sorry for these Buddha natures to float in the world, but I have not forgotten the unconscious words."

The Bodhisattva’s mouth has not opened, and his language has arrived.

Yi Tianxing was a little dazed and wanted to bow down, but found that he had no body. In a flash, he seemed to have realized something and was a little confused and thought: "Why is there a big conspiracy behind all the stories? Why do every protagonist have to step on the auspicious cloud to break this conspiracy?"

"Who is imprisoned? Who is missing? Why do I need to look for it?" he asked in a daze.

He didn't know if he saw a dream or something at this time.

If it is a dream, the dream seems too real. If it is not a dream, then everything in front of you cannot explain at all. Why did this Bodhisattva's spiritual consciousness enter his spiritual world, and he doesn't understand what kind of people are behind those thousands of Buddha lights.

Manjushri Bodhisattva still had the solemn expression that had not been moved for a thousand years, but some words gently hit Yi Tianxing's heart.

"When the man disappeared, there was a dispute in the sky, and many losers were defeated from the mortal world. This situation has been unbalanced for a long time, and the Buddha has the virtue of living, so we must restore this situation..."

The Bodhisattva's eyebrows were smooth and graceful, his eyes were closed and solemn. There was a grain of cinnabar between his eyebrows, but his words were very vague.

Yi Tianxing was nervously trying to swallow saliva, but found that he had no saliva to swallow. He was not used to the feeling of his spiritual consciousness floating in the spiritual space, this feeling that was like a real dream.

"What is dispute?"

"There are tens of millions of ways to become a Buddha, but some roads are opposed by others."

"Understand." In the dream of Ruo True and Void, Yi Tianxing still understood quickly. "The dispute over ideas is the most pedantic and confusing. The sword sect of Huashan Qi Sect didn't expect that the West was still playing."

"The conflicts over the past thousand years have become more and more serious. If that person does not appear again, I am afraid that more and more immortals and Buddhas will be knocked down from the mortal world in the future, and the order of the three realms will be chaotic."

"The Bodhisattva is the teacher of all Buddhas. Can't we reconcile it?"

Manjushri Bodhisattva's eyes, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened, and the Buddha's light burst out suddenly from his light green pupils.

"Buddha saves people in the world, but cannot save himself."

"What should I do?" Yi Tianxing suddenly felt a pain in his heart and was worried.

"Go and find him."

"Why me?"

"Because you are you."

"Monks all like to talk nonsense." The boy still did not forget to complain in his habitual manner in his dreams, and of course he would not forget to make extremely respectful expressions, but he just didn't know if the other party could see them.

"What should I do?" In fact, he asked several people intermittently since he came to the provincial capital. What a pity that no one has ever given him a definite answer.

"Fuck!"

Yi Tianxing was stunned and thought to himself how rough the Bodhisattva said. Suddenly, he found something was wrong. The sound was quite familiar. He subconsciously looked up with his eyes and saw a ball of light floating above the spiritual space. His momentum was extremely arrogant. A wave of power swept across the edge of the space.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

The voice of the ancestors chased the thousands of Buddha lights in the space, cursing, scolding and drinking fiercely.

The mysterious figures behind the Buddha's light seemed quite frightened, and gradually silenced. The Buddha's lights of different levels gradually dissipated. Only endless darkness and a ball of light that collided everywhere in the entire space, as well as a statue of the Bodhisattva's clone with a low head and speechless figure.

The arrogant light ball flew to Yi Tianxing, gradually revealing his body, and his extremely old yellow cracked robe could not hide the great powers and arrogance of this person under the robe.

"Old Manjushri, don't instigate my disciple to work hard for you. Look at the love you gave me a diploma on Lingshan back then. It's not difficult for me to do it for you, so it's better to go quickly."

Manjushri Bodhisattva sighed softly without any notice: "The Great Sage has been in the lower realm for more than five hundred years. Don't you want to go back?"

The ancestor tilted his nose and rolled his eyes: "Is it still a cow leading me to Beijing? Is it still a monkey when I went to the west? What should I do when I went back?"

The statue of Manjushri Bodhisattva's clone treasure gradually dispersed, leaving behind this strange master and disciple.

"What? I don't want to tell you the truth by master?"

Yi Tianxing smiled in a daze and said, "Where do you dare?"

"Then why do you ask these Buddhas?"

"Unforgivable!" Unfortunately, he couldn't pretend to be wronged in his dream, "It was these big guys who came to me."

"If you have thought about it every day and dream about it at night, if you hadn't thought about it every day, these guys who have been demoted to the mortal world and have lost all their supernatural powers and left Buddha nature in this way, how could they come to your dream?"

"Du!" The ancestor pointed his index finger arrogantly, "Go back!"

"No, I don't know anything!"

"You need to know the oil, rice, salt and vinegar in life, and you don't need to know the story of your mother's conspiracy."

...

...

With this loud shout, Yi Tianxing woke up slowly. When he opened his eyes, he saw the red oil condensed in the hot pot in front of him, a lot of melon seed shells beside him, and the Philips color TV that was broadcasting CCTV weather forecast.

I had a little snow on my body, and it seemed that the snow fell to the provincial capital again last night.

It turns out that it is really a dream in early spring.

He rubbed his slightly sluggish eyes, turned around and looked at the hut, and whispered: "Master, you have to tell me what you should tell me, otherwise you will always feel like you are kept in the dark when you are alive, which will feel quite bad."

The old ancestor's buzzing sound of the yellow clock, Dalu finally rang in his mind: "Do you have the strength?"

Yi Tianxing smiled bitterly and touched the golden ring on the finger of his right hand: "If it is in the world, then I have some strength."

"What's the use of knowing?"

Yi Tianxing shook his head: "With a phased goal, then doing things will have a sense of direction and will be easier to achieve results."

"Okay, go and kill all the little Taoists from all kinds of heaven."

The boy was shocked: "It's a little more difficult."

“…”

"What should I do?" The boy finally revealed a little impatiently.

“Higher, faster…”

"Bad!" Yi Tianxing began to learn from his master's swear words, "This is probably why Gu Yong's old man wanted to take care of Pengfei Industry and Trade, and let me learn to kill blood and fire, so that he would not be rude when he meets a real enemy in the future? Master, you are not kind-hearted. You are obviously the ones you did, but you are unwilling to say it clearly. He even insisted that you don't know the ancient fox, who will coax the children of whom?"

The ancestor laughed: "It's always a stupid thing to guess."

"Don't use a smile to cover up." Yi Tianxing said angrily, "How can your glorious image be associated with a character like a military advisor?"

"Boy!" Listening to this guy's words, the ancestor couldn't hold on his face. "If I weren't afraid that you would die too easily in the future, why would I force you to enter the world to practice?"

"I don't know why you were picked by the Bodhisattva and threw it down, but I like you boy, so I don't want you to die too ugly." The ancestor didn't say this sentence.

Yi Tianxing opened his innocent big eyes: "What can you practice in the pile of gangsters? If you want to accumulate iron-blooded murderous aura, then you should be able to get me into the army. If you want to learn the kingly aura, you should throw me into Hong Kong and join Master Huang's sect."

"No one in the world can follow my path of practice." The ancestor said: "I am born with supernatural powers and enter the Buddha from the way, but you have to be experienced in the future. Life in the world is indispensable to you."

"It doesn't matter, life is something you can live, just let yourself and the people around you be happy." Yi Tianxing raised his eyebrows.

"Thousands of lives dissipated before your eyes, and in a flash, love and separation, life and death, and all kinds of mental disasters, can you not move your heart?"

"No." Yi Tianxing replied as crispy as crispy beans, "If this is the purpose of growth, then I would rather go home and sell sweet potatoes and pick up the garbage."

Yi Tianxing knew that what he saw in the previous consciousness was not a dream. The words of the Manjushri Bodhisattva's clone body made him vaguely understand many things. There was no important person in the West, and the people below began to make trouble. Political struggles were staged again. Only when they failed were defeated were knocked down from the mortal world... Three days later led the Taoist sect's orders, probably looking for the reincarnation of those Bodhisattva Venerables in temples in various places in the Middle Land... But this is an internal matter of Buddhism, why is it related to Taoist sect again?

"You were also driven out after losing?" He asked tentatively.
To be continued...