"you......"

The messy hair on the shop was blown up, and Lin Ganlong turned over and rose up, and a red flame suddenly appeared in his empty eyes:

"It's you!"

Lin Ganlong's heart was shocked, as if he was hit by thunder, and his mind immediately returned to several years ago.

That day, the Taoist stood in front of him, looking at him calmly, with just one glance, his heart was full of anger, and he would be unwilling to be completely transformed into clouds and smoke.

In the end, I just bowed my head timidly and couldn't speak.

"A few years later, when someone comes here and walks with him, the grievances in the past will be eliminated..."

In a trance, the sound I heard a few years ago surged in my heart again.

Lin Ganlong was as blessed as if he was in his heart, and he was half worshipping the ground, and a long hissing sound came out of his mouth.

Like a snake, like a dragon, like a horse.

"This is......"

Gautama was slightly stunned, and there was a subtle sense in his mind. The mark of the "卍" slowly turned again, which was invisible.

It seemed like a vast and ancient voice sounded in his heart, as if someone left a mark and trace on this person that only he could capture.

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It seems like someone wants to tell himself something.

Buzz ~

As the sound waves drooped, Gautama's heart trembled, and he seemed to see endless light and shadow flowing in his heart.

In a trance, he seemed to see another self, a seemingly self, from the endless light and shadow.

In the light and shadow, one has a talent. If one practices literature, one will succeed. If one practices martial arts, one will succeed...

The weak and enlightened person is moved by many troubles such as birth, old age, illness, and death in the world. He abandons his dignity and becomes enlightened and practices...

Looking at the other self that seemed to be right, Gautama was moved.

He watched "self" practice literature and martial arts, watch himself traveling to various countries, traveling all over the world, and understanding the world.

Looking at the sixth level of heavenly palaces, I went to all realms to seek enlightenment.

I saw my own life.

I saw life and death!

It was a snow-covered snowy mountain top. I sat quietly under a Bodhi tree for seven years and finally achieved the right result.

On that day, the demons attacked and all the disasters came. They grew up under the Bodhi tree and the golden lotus bloomed on the ground. When they reached seven steps, the golden body was achieved, and they pointed to the sky and the earth, and chanted for a long time:

‘I am the only one in heaven and earth!’

He was shocked when he saw the four continents, the seas were boiling, thousands of beasts howled, and ghosts danced. He saw the gods lowering their eyes, and the imperial court above the nine heavens shook for it...

He saw the South China Sea dragon gate open, with thousands of dragon roars and holy dragons lowering their eyes...

He saw the turbid underground, blood light soaring into the sky, and the demon Asura danced wildly and cried...

I also saw the Holy Land of Sumeru in the West, where the Buddha's light rushed straight to the bullfighting...

He saw the Burning Saint from the Sky coming to the world, saying that he was the past, and promising him to be the "supreme enlightened person who dominates the present"...

I also saw that the "self" under the Bodhi tree on the top of the Great Snow Mountain, the "self" under the Bodhi tree, the "burning of the saints" was promoted, the "rule of the imperial court, the "demon God" was not invited by the great demon God, and the "heavenly saints" who came to the world...

When the saints came, they gave the final teachings to the disciples, and then returned to the Bodhi tree, with a pillow, lying peacefully on their right, saying, "I would rather suffer from desolation forever than seek liberation from the saints."

Enter Nirvana safely...

In the end, mountains appear in the light and shadow, and their perspectives turn into a mountain and a path.

The Taoist sat on the top of the mountain with his back facing away, as if he was looking at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, without seeing his face, only seeing his long hair hanging down his shoulders, and only to feel his breath floating and vast, as vast as the sky.

“That’s…”

Gautama's heart was shocked, and the Taoist had turned around.

boom!

It seems that thunder exploded into the sea of ​​heart.

At this moment, Gautama felt that everything was destroyed and all the scenes faded. Only the Tai Chi diagram on the Taoist robe on the Taoist robe on the chest was rotating violently.

"swastika!"

Gautama's heart was in a trance, and the shadow of the Tai Chi diagram was rotating violently, which looked like the "卍" seal that had been following him for many years.

This man...

hold head high!

Many people inside and outside the long street changed their expressions, and a layer of scarlet and mysterious light surged from the broken-legged beggar.

The next moment, the light faded.

The beggar with long hair is gone, and replaced by a magical foal with red hair as red as fire and two feet tall on his shoulders!

It looks like a horse but has horns, like a snake but has hooves, like a dragon but has no scales. With a long neigh, everyone who hears this sound only feels a trembling body and mind.

"What happened? Then, how did that beggar turn into a horse?"

"Then how is the horse? It's clearly a dragon-blooded monster!"

"Good guy, who is that yellow-haired boy? Turning the man into a horse?"

......

Inside and outside the long street, in the nearby attic and restaurants, everyone who saw this scene was in an uproar and looked at each other was shocked.

"This, this is..."

Among the crowd, Zhulong, who was watching himself, couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and his heart was shaking violently.

At this moment, even a person of his level had not noticed any signs. If it weren't for personal experience, it wouldn't be possible to see that the dragon horse was originally the same person!

It seems that it is originally a dragon horse!

Turning that "天" into a horse, what do he do?

Zhulong's heart was shocked and he couldn't help but look back at Shouyang Mountain, his eyes full of surprise and fear.

You must know that Wang is the "Ten Resistances of the Emperor" and is an immortal demon from heaven. He has an unparalleled temperament and is difficult to subdue.

There were many Buddhas who wanted to conquer this monster back then, but they all ended in failure. At this time, this big monster actually crawled in front of an ordinary boy.

This method is so brilliant that it is no longer a work that the soul or even ordinary creation can do.

What made him even more terrified was that what was the Taoist Hongxuan trying to subdue such a great demon and give it to such a little guy?

"what happened?"

Jomoko was even more confused. He didn't come to his senses until his son rode on the weird dragon horse.

"Bharma!"

Jomoko was shocked and raised his hand to hold the horse's head.

"hold head high!"

The dragon horse neighed, opened its mouth, and bit off its fine and ferocious teeth.

"Don't be rude!"

On the horse's back, Gautama gradually came back to his senses, raised his hand and knocked the horse's head to stop the dragon horse's movements.

"Bharma?"

Jomoko sighed, wonderingly: "This horse?"

"This horse..."

Gautama wanted to speak but stopped, but finally shook his head: "Don't panic, this horse is good, it's good..."

Memories in his heart surge and light and shadow change, even with his state of mind, it is difficult to calm down for a while.

He was surprised that someone could see his birth, old age, sickness and death, and he was also puzzled by the purpose of the Taoist who let him see all this.

"It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, so go to see the ancestor."

Jomoko knew that his son had not told the truth, but he did not ask questions. He only glanced at the crowd surrounding him and frowned.

Gautama nodded, thoughtfully, and the dragon horse was stepping out of the city gate.

Many pedestrians left behind to discuss.

"This boy..."

Looking at the father and son who were leaving, Zhulong did not catch up with him, but just remembered this scene deeply in his heart.

......

At the foot of Shouyang Mountain, several official roads are wide and wide. The once wild land has been repaired very flat and neat, and the grass and trees beside the road are straight and straight.
To be continued...