[Chapter 704: Can You Be in Time?]

Knowing that this is not true, how can Feng Ziyue completely erase this similar feeling of reality?

Even if it is a Buddha, after being reincarnated in the three thousand worlds, what kind of concern will his **mortal body be?

"This is the problem in Buddhism......

The ascetic head sat opposite the Chu madman, sighed and shook his head.

"The Buddhist scriptures say that the Buddha gave birth to 3,000 worlds and experienced countless lives before he comprehended the path of liberation and achieved the boundless Dharma. ”

"However, for those three thousand worlds, what kind of existence is the living being entrusted by the Buddha? For him, is this life real or illusory?"

His will was true, but after the Buddha's enlightenment, this will disappeared.

Is he real, or is he false?

"Foreign objects linger, my heart is unswerving, the first six levels of Jingfan, nothing more than the illusion of foreign objects, whether it is relatives and friends, or enemies who do not share the sky, after all, it is just a foreign object, as long as it can not linger in the heart, between the hands raised, it can be cracked. ”

Chu madman nodded, for him, it was real and false, exactly the same, relatives and enemies, one palm passed, turned into ashes, that is.

"But on the seventh level, it's different. ”

The ascetic master proclaimed the Buddha's name, and his face was solemn.

"In the seventh level, it is not the external object that is vain, but the self. ”

Everything else is fake, so yourself, is it fake?

A person who is attached to his mind can destroy all external things and keep his heart undoubted, but when your own heart is also false, how should you judge it at that time?

If you destroy it the same, will you disappear into the dust?

If not, how do you know if it's real or not?

I don't know how many eminent monks have been stumped by this proposition.

They can distinguish between the true and the false of external objects, but they cannot distinguish the truth from the false of their own hearts.

Some people have completely seen through the vanity and have been born, while some people have been holding on to such doubts, and it is difficult for them to make progress in their Dharma cultivation.

"Of course, for the donor, that's not a problem. ”

The ascetic master nodded at the Chu madman, and there was also a hint of admiration in his eyes.

For Chu madman, he will not doubt the question of whether he is true or false at all, he is just the embodiment of "martial arts", if he finds that he has a trace of impurity, then completely erase it, whether it is true or false!

With a wave of the palm, even you will become ashes!

Only the spirit of martial arts endures!

For him, his original heart is only martial arts, and this Jingfan Seven Levels is not so much a test for him, but rather a test for him, but to make his spirit more pure!

There is no distraction in my heart, where is the truth and where is the false?

This kind of person is a natural pure person, and no matter what kind of mental trials it is, it has no meaning to him.

Because his heart remains unchanged and has become one with the martial arts, even if the Chu madman dies and pursues the heart of the martial arts, there will still be no change.

It is precisely because of this that his ruthless way, devastating and decaying, nothing can stop him from entering the Four Brahmans Monastery and walking in front of the ascetic head!

The moment he saw the madman of Chu in the ascetic head, he already understood this truth.

It is precisely because of this that he no longer wants to shirk this battle, but is proud of this battle.

There are many heroes in the world, but there is not only one duckweed!

The ascetic head Tuo thought in his heart that the duckweed would see the appearance of the Chu madman in the future, and he couldn't help but smile.

- However, how can the young man who made Chu madmen care so much perform in the last level of the Seven Levels of Jingfan?

This also makes the ascetic head even more expected.

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Lonesome.

Cold.

Feng Ziyue sat on the top of the Changming Pagoda and fell into deep thought.

Is this current self real or not?

Broken arm, blindness, swordsmanship is the best in the world.

The lights of Changming Pagoda shone all over Wuyang City, and there was a hustle and bustle outside the city, which seemed to be the chaos of the big battle just now.

With the death of so many innate masters, the situation in the Tianwu Continent is about to change drastically, right?

Feng Ziyue trembled, and suddenly found that such a thought naturally popped up in his mind.

It's as if the things of rebirth just happened in a dream, and I just took a nap on the top of the Changming Tower, and when I woke up at this time, everything returned to reality.

Wanjian Villa, only he Feng Ziyue is alone, and his parents, friends, and lovers have long since left.

His swordsmanship is stronger, and no one in the world is invincible, even if he is a master who gathers in the Tianwu Continent, it is impossible for anyone to defeat him.

This is the holy land of martial arts, and it is the Changming Pagoda that everyone worships.

It's a real feeling.

"No—no—no—"

Feng Ziyue shook his head, in another time and space, he lived a different life, he was reborn back to the age of fourteen, saved his sister, saved his mother, and saved the Feng family.

His teacher is still there, his friends are still there.

Fluttershy, too.

Feng Ziyue clearly remembers the temperature of Fluttershy's soft wattles, and remembers it clearly, and they form a good relationship and go to the outside world together.

He was just in the Jokhang Temple, stepping into the trial of the Seven Levels of Jingfan.

Therefore, all this is in vain!

Even yourself is fake!

That—what should this kind of fake look be?

The illusion of foreign objects can be spent as long as a sword is waved away and everything is destroyed, but what if you are fake?

A sword to end itself?

Feng Ziyue shook his head, if he wanted to do such an act, it would not be him Feng Ziyue, and it would not be possible to pass the method of the Seven Levels of Jingfan.

If this were possible, the weak who committed suicide should have succeeded a long time ago.

He fell into silent thought.

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"Feng Ziyue has been in the seventh level for two hours......"

From the dawn of the morning to the three strokes today, Feng Ziyue's delay in the seventh level has been longer than any level.

Monk Xuanye and the others couldn't help but start worrying.

"Even that Chu madman, it took one day to pass the seventh level, and before that, it would take four days for the most powerful master to pass the seventh level...... What are you worried about?"

Yun Weixue's familiarity with the Jokhang Temple, maybe it was still on top of these heads, he scolded loudly, and these heads didn't dare to reply, so they had to smile embarrassedly.

"I have heard that this Jingfan Seven Levels are set by the Buddha, even if it is the Buddha himself, to pass this seventh level, it will take a day and a night of hard work, with the way of full yin and yang changes, in order to thoroughly see the truth and hypocrisy, in order to take the last step!"

The first Xuanyin monk of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is a well-read Buddhist scripture, and such a rare thing can quote the scriptures.

"In other words, no matter who wants to break through the seventh level, it is impossible to exceed the limit of one day and night!"

"That's right, it's that Chu madman, it's also a whole day and a night! This limit can't be broken again, right?"

"Needless to say, it is recorded in the Buddhist scriptures that it is not so easy to understand your past and present lives, even if one day is regarded as a life, and one night is regarded as a death, then these twelve hours, the rotation of the sun and the moon, is still unavoidable!"

The whispers of the monks attracted the attention of the three great masters.

"Is there such a statement?" Sun Yunhe took a sip of wine, and was amazed.

"It's not unfounded...... "Although the Buddhist path is of different origins, but in terms of understanding oneself, it is the same way, and it will eventually return to the Great Dao, Yun Weixue frowned.

"The day is light, representing life, the night is dark, representing death, day and night are reincarnated once, in the seven levels of meditation, the enlightened person can understand the principle of life and death changes, logically speaking, only at this time, can see through the illusion between life and death, and know whether they are true or illusory. ”

"Even if it is a Chu madman with the origin of martial arts, it is impossible to avoid this truth. ”

"This ...... That is to say, the Wind Protector will not be able to break through the Seven Levels of Jingfan until at least tomorrow morning? In this case, wouldn't it be too late to stop the decisive battle between the ascetic master and the Nachu madman?"

"It seems...... That's it......"

Yun Weixue frowned and shook her head, smiling bitterly.

Feng Ziyue has already played so well, but he still can't catch up? Could it be that the battle between these two people is really providential? Is it that God wants to help the duckweed of Tianmen?

"The Wind Protector is advancing by leaps and bounds, I wonder if the ascetic master and the Chu madman will wait for him?"

Although it was agreed to compete, the ascetic master and that Chu madman would inevitably be able to discover Feng Ziyue's movements in the Seven Levels of Jingfa in the Four Brahma Monastery.

If they found out that Feng Ziyue was expected to break through the Jingfan Seven Levels within three days, would they stop the fight for the time being and wait for Feng Ziyue to come in?

"No!"

Yun Weixue shook her head and replied categorically.

"If the Wind Protector can catch up, then the master and the Chu madman will definitely wait for him, if he can't catch up, then the two of them will definitely not wait for him. ”

This sounded like nonsense, but Sun Yunhe and Bingxin Jingyue both nodded yes, looking sideways in contemplation.

The ascetic master is a person who follows fate, and the Chu madman is a person who is persistent.

Feng Ziyue was able to step into the Sifan Monastery, it was his fate, and he might be able to prevent the decisive battle between the two, but if he couldn't step in before the agreed time, it would be fate.

The ascetic master will not change the agreement, and the madman Chu will insist on what he has said.

This decisive battle is bound to be held as scheduled.

"So, it's just no fun?"

Sun Yunhe sat on the bluestone ground, leaning against the pillar, laughing, but also very free!

Yun Weixue and Bingxin Jingyue glanced at each other, and they could see the wry smile in their eyes.

It's getting twilight!

The figure of the Jokhang Temple in the setting sun appeared more heavy, and the monks and the three grandmasters who were waiting in front of the Seven Levels of Jingfan gradually showed more disappointed expressions.

Before their decisive battle, the possibility of Feng Ziyue breaking through the Jingfan Seven Levels was getting smaller and smaller.

The promised dusk of the decisive battle is coming!

"I think it's time for us to go, this big war still has to be notarized after all. ”

Seeing that the shadow of the sun was slanting westward, and Feng Ziyue still did not move, Yun Weixue sighed and stood up.