If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

The clouds and smoke are vast, and the avenue knocks on the heart.

When Wu Yan stepped onto the first step, he felt the seemingly virtual and real rules of heaven under his feet, which overlapped and condensed like brand marks, forming the glazed fairy steps, leading directly to the mighty road to heaven, the gate of longevity.

Every step you take is a confrontation and proof against a kind of way.

Many people may be able to easily defeat the inner demons, but they may not have the courage to face the questioning of the Dao.Therefore, the difficulty of the fairy road is one person in a thousand years.

The distant tide and screams faded away one by one.

Going up step by step, I don't know how long it took.

The fairy light flying around gradually faded away, and the other climbing figures disappeared. I looked back tirelessly, and saw the vastness and distance, except for the clouds and mist that once again covered it, there was nothing else.

"That's the fairy gate."

He raised his head again and saw in the distance a huge door that held up to the sky, exuding an ancient and distant aura, powerful and powerful, with just one glance, it seemed that there were countless Taoism rules hidden, almost shaking his cultivation base and Taoist heart.

Countless mortals and monks have spent their entire lives trying to touch a door, but at a glance, it is only a hundred steps away from it.

As long as he walks through these hundred steps, the answer he wants, the immortality and Taoism he wants, will be within his reach.

But it is just these hundred steps, but it seems that it will never reach the end.

"Seven thousand five hundred and sixty three breaths..."

Silently counting the time to ascend the immortal road, he swallowed a few more healing elixirs and wiped the corner of his lower lip with his hand.The blood was wiped away, but soon new bright red bloomed, falling drop by drop.

The blood was sprinkled on the fairy steps, and was swept away by the plain white monk's robe, leaving no trace.

A slight crackling sound began to ring in his ears.

Accompanied by the trauma of the soul, the consciousness splits into traces as fine as a spider web, and continuously disintegrates from the edge to the inside.Without looking inside, Wu Yan could guess that his sea of ​​consciousness must be riddled with holes, like a storm torn apart.

But he has no time to care about it at this time.

After resting for a while, he continued to climb upwards.

Without the trouble of inner demons, he was much faster than many people.But no matter how fast it was, the door still stood not too far away, and it didn't appear to be a little closer because of the tireless and continuous efforts to climb.Just like the way of heaven looks down on all living beings, ruthless is better than sentient beings.

"What is Tao?"

The overwhelming clouds suddenly rolled and shook, and the fairy road ahead disappeared, replaced by a small snowy courtyard, in which there was a small Buddhist hall with a half-open door.

"Master, what exactly is Tao?"

There was dim candlelight inside the door, and Xu Yan's much younger figure appeared by the door, half-blocking the faint light, turning his head to look at the little monk who was holding the scriptures and chasing after him to ask questions, with a hoarse voice Gentle and close: "Tao cannot be seen or touched, but without it, there would be no world, no things, no rules of the world."

The little monk's ring scar swayed in the warm yellow light.

"Is that the rule?"

"Then you have to ask yourself."

Xu Yan shook his head and said with a smile, "But to your master and me, it is a rule. This rule is the order of life, old age, sickness and death, and it is also the commandment for you to be mischievous and be punished!"

The little monk wrinkled his face in distress, as if he didn't understand.

He shook his head for a while, then suddenly turned his head to look in Wuyan's direction, and asked with a confused face, "Tao... is it a rule?"

Snow fell on his shoulders.

Insatiable glanced around the familiar courtyard, and slowly shook his head at the young monk: "No. This is not my way."

With that said, he turned around and walked through the courtyard, pushed open the courtyard door, and stepped on a piece of cold fairy steps.

It's still a hundred steps away.

Wuyan glanced at Xianmen again, with a calm expression, and continued to go up.

With his sleeves brushing the clouds and his brows sweeping coldly, he still walked smoothly, his plain white robe fluttering gently.

But soon, that voice sounded again, but it was not the childish voice before, but turned into a juvenile's wild and joking: "What is Tao?"

Beside the fire in the deep mountains, there are many shadows of animals, ghosts and demons.

There are countless scarlet eyes hidden in the dense and overcast forest.

Among them, a pair as big as copper bells was opened beside the young monk, and he glanced at the monk with surprise and impatience, opened his bloody animal mouth and replied: "You bald donkey, are you stupid for reciting scriptures? Yes, what did you say to me and a demon?"

The young monk turned the barbecue slowly, and the soft sizzling sound was accompanied by the fragrance of the meat.

The blazing hot flames scraped across his side face, licking the remaining bloodstains at the corners of his eyes and brows, making his upright and handsome features a bit more ferocious than a beast.

"Speak well and spare your life."

The young monk slightly raised his eyebrows, "I'm still hungry, such a big bird should be more delicious when roasted..."

Qingque, who was pressed down by half of the hill, looked at the young monk with fear, and after a moment of silence, said: "The elders of the Yaozu said that this thing is a very stupid thing. The more you want to understand, Go and see, the more you don’t understand, the more you can’t see.”

"But sometimes you live inadvertently, but you may just walk on the road."

Qingque blinked blankly, and muttered again: "But I don't understand these nonsense. According to me, my way is to have enough food and drink, and have nothing to worry about. Of course, I have to become stronger, stronger When I meet you again, you little bald donkey, I'll smash your skull into pieces!"

"Become stronger?"

The fire in the young monk's eyes flickered, and sparks flew everywhere.

He murmured a sentence, then turned his head and looked at Wuyan: "In the realm of cultivation, the weak are preyed upon by the strong, and strength is paramount. Constantly becoming stronger and ascending to the Supreme Immortal Road, is that the way?"

Stared at by those dark eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, Insatiable's already fragile soul shook for a while, and his headache was about to split.

Only by becoming stronger can you dominate your own destiny.

This is a well-known truth.

Strong, in the eyes of ordinary people, is power, money, power, and prestige.In the eyes of cultivators, it is the cultivation base, the power, the state of mind, and the unattainable fairy.Only the strong are qualified to talk about fate, while the weak, just like him back then, were forced to gouge out their eyes and give away their demon seeds.

All kinds of helplessness, all kinds of coercion.

In the final analysis, it is weak.

"Yes."

After a long while, the roots of his clenched teeth finally loosened. Wu Yan forced a smile, stared into the serious eyes of the young monk, and said, "But it's not my way."

After speaking, he stepped across the fire.

When the feet landed on the ground, the flames and the deep mountains disappeared, only the fairy road was still long.

The immortal gate that looked like jade was silently looking down at him, like two indifferent eyes that never belonged to the Three Realms.

Insatiable to continue upward.

But no matter how hard he tried to climb, he still couldn't shorten the hundred steps by an inch.

As if a ghost hit a wall, the door stood forever on the edge that he could see but couldn't touch, watching him silently and laughing at him.

After walking for an unknown period of time, his sanity began to become a little slack.

He leaned on the steps and sat down, swallowing the last few pills of nourishing spirit.The speed at which the pill can repair the soul is far inferior to the speed at which the soul can be broken.This is drinking poison to quench thirst.But he had no choice.

"What is Tao?"

The voice sounded again, but it was close at hand.

Wu Yan opened his eyes and saw a candle burning in the pure confinement Buddhist hall, the young monk was kneeling in front of the Buddha, the black and red karmic fire all over his body was like a lotus, almost engulfing him.

Young monks were chanting scriptures and knocking on wooden fish.

The face licked by the flames revealed half of the bones covered with flesh and blood, bloody and terrifying.

The hand he was beating on the wooden fish was also white, and the tip of the bone was charred black, and with a little force, a piece fell off.As soon as the sound of the wooden fish stopped, the sound of chanting also stopped.

He leaned over to pick up the broken finger bone, and carefully put it back on his hand.

"They all said I was a devil and wanted to kill me."

A pair of pitch-black eyes lifted up in the candlelight, and the pain and sorrow that had been suppressed for many years all gushed out together.

But the young monk's face was still calm, and there was even a slight smile on his lips. He stared at the benevolent Buddha with a puzzled face, and asked in a low voice, "Should I die?"

Candlelight gently diffused over his eyebrows and eyes.

His eyes are clear.

"Only a lunatic will pursue the illusory Tao, and only a devil will kill people for the so-called Tao."

"But when I was very young, the first time I saw the sky, it was boundless and high. I wanted to know how high it was. The first time I saw the Buddha, there was no compassion or joy. I wanted to know , When he becomes a Buddha, whether he suffers or not."

The young monk sat cross-legged in the blazing fire, slowly turned his head, and smiled at Wuyan: "After all these years, have you found it?"

"I have cultivated the Demon Slaying Road, got rid of the demons in my heart, and I will never return to the fire of karma. Now I have also boarded the Immortal Road, which is a hundred steps away from the Immortal Gate."

Looking at him without weary, his voice paused, and he shook his head honestly: "But I still haven't found it."

After finishing speaking, he laughed at himself, and no longer looked at the young monk's face that was the same as his, but stood up without hesitation, and climbed up again.

The deserted fairy road gradually became lively.

Walking slowly, he saw the little novice who was sweeping the snow and chanting scriptures, cutting meat to feed others, passing by the young figure who was full of spells and experiences, and stopped for a moment on the ice field formed by the heavens weeping blood and killing demons, and took a closer look. Look at Cheng Siqi's face.

"Thin."

He shook his head regretfully, "It's still fatter before."

All kinds of memories flashed by.

One after another silhouettes passed by Wuyan's side, and one scene after another was shattered.

He no longer looked at the noisy past that filled his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, but climbed his steps calmly and intently, as if nothing could shake him and stop him.

He keeps walking.

Days, months, years, even decades, hundreds of years.

His mind and soul were shattered, only a little bit of aura was like a spark in Xia Ye, crumbling in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The slightly raised hands were also wrinkled, dry and trembling.

The pace was getting later and slower, until the aging knees couldn't support them, so they knelt tremblingly.

A Mahayana cultivator, at some point, he degenerated into an ordinary old man.

Walk humbly on this road.

The clouds and mist became thicker and thicker, almost like the sea, drowning people.

I don't know how many times I stopped to rest.He looked back, it was a vast expanse of whiteness, nothing could be seen.Looking forward, it is still the door, or the hundred steps away.Those figures of memory that accompany him are still walking around and talking.

He watched quietly for a while, then heard the voice again in a trance.

"What is Tao?"

He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked around, only to find that those figures were still continuing their memories on their own.

The noise is close at hand, but he is alone and lonely, as if he has been forgotten by this world.

No one was asking him, but he thought about it seriously.

He has asked this question many times in his life, and he has thought about it many times.

He thought he had the answer, but time and time again he refuted it.For this answer, he has paid too much and searched for too long, but until now, has he really understood?

The fairy steps under him are cold.

Insatiably staring at his own feet stepping on the fairy steps, something flashed in his mind.

He was silent for a long time, until the surrounding scenery began to fade, and those voices began to fade away, he raised his head, smiled and sighed and replied: "I don't know."

In an instant, the clouds are born and the waves are destroyed.

A loud tremor resounded in all directions.

The insatiably blurred vision suddenly cleared, and the feeling of emptiness disappeared suddenly.

He suddenly turned his head, just in time to see Lin Kongyu a few steps behind him.

"I don't know the good one."

Lin Kongyu looked at Wuyan with a pale face, with a smile in his eyes, "The avenue is boundless, and a person's life is on the road. Who dares to say that he knows the 'Tao'? Our search is like ants climbing to the sky. Be indestructible and open-minded. , and you should understand the Tao without knowing it.”

The smile in his eyes showed a bit of bitterness and regret: "I am known as a genius of ten thousand years, and it took more than two thousand years to understand this truth. You are very good, savvy, and talented, but you shouldn't be here at this moment. ,come here."

Insatiable glanced up at the fairy road under his feet.

The fairy gate is a hundred steps away.

But what he was standing on was the last immortal step.

The hundred-step steps that go up are all fragmented, the rules are incomplete, and it is impossible to climb.

"In future generations, you still know too little about Zhengxian Road."

Lin Kongyu's voice came from behind, the voice was clear, but it contained endless vicissitudes and hardships, "Struggling for the road of immortality, it is said that the robbers of several worlds are close to each other, and they are fighting for a road of immortality. Then you can get immortal energy feedback for your own world and opportunities for ascension."

"actually not."

He shook his head and said: "It seems that there is only one fairy road, but each world takes it differently. The fairy road is the condensation of the will of heaven in the world. Only when the heaven is intact and the rules are perfect, can there be a fairy road that leads directly to the fairy gate, and can let everyone All the monks are fighting to get to the fairy road."

"The spirit world used to be too strong. It has won the immortal road for thousands of years without giving other worlds a chance."

Lin Kongyu stared at the fairy gate in the distance: "There has been no immortal energy for thousands of years, but it is constantly consuming spiritual energy. No matter how big the world is, it can't stop this loss. Other worlds can't, so they designed to lure alien beasts to attack the spirit world." , forcing the spirit world to protect itself, split half of Kunlun's heaven and earth, and sealed it in the mirror."

"Since then, the spiritual world is incomplete, the rules are incomplete, and the immortal road can no longer be climbed."

The wind was silent in the air.

Wuyan turned his head and glanced at Lin Kongyu: "Is this the hexagram you saw in front of the fairy gate?"

"good."

Lin Kongyu smiled, fresh blood flowed out of his seven orifices, as if something was pinching his throat, making his voice weak, "I regret it, when I was only one step away from becoming a fairy, I saw this hexagram."

"I have a demon."

A twilight was slowly radiating from his body, and his spirit was dissipating. "It is said that people who cultivate immortals are the most selfish. I consider myself to be such a mediocre person. I have killed innocent people and done many evil debts." .But the fairy gate is in front of me, and I think of many people."

"They're all in the spirit world."

"I can't let them go, and I can't let go of the spirit world."

He climbed up the steps step by step, and the ground was covered with blood, like chaotic red steps: "Those who reveal the secret will die a bad death. So I have walked this road for nine lives, all alone. This is the tenth life, and the secret method has arrived." At the end of the day, I have no chance."

"I went to Jiejie and wanted to go another way. I wanted to see if there is a way after alienation."

The wooden stick hit the steps heavily, and the dull echo echoed among the clouds.

Lin Kongyu glanced at the wooden stick in his hand, "I have killed many people and done many things for this. This includes the people I want to protect with all my strength, and I swear I will never do things. I suspect that I have deviated from I have lost my original intention, and I suspect that I am wrong.”

"I'm just an ordinary monk. Whether the sky is falling or not, whether there are immortals or not, what does it matter to me?"

He suddenly smiled helplessly: "I just read that hexagram more."

Reluctantly let go of the wooden stick, and let him fall from the fairy steps, Lin Kongyu stood up straight, his overly slender body trembling slightly in the wind.

Bone and blood began to fall off his body, turning into fly ash. He raised his hand with great effort, pressed the center of his brow, took out a seed, bent down and sent it to the broken steps in front of Wuyan.

"It's useless to tell you this."

He said in a hoarse voice: "It's just that I've been holding back for too long, and I really want to talk to someone. They can't hear what I'm saying here... Sometimes I hate their ignorance, but sometimes, I'm glad."

"I regret it."

Lin Kongyu looked at the dilapidated fairy steps above, and knelt down on the ground unable to support his legs, "But I chose this road. I am not reconciled..."

"My whole life, I used my own way to make up for this fairy road... I thought I could make up for it to the end."

There was a weak voice in his throat, sorrowful and bitter, "But you see, this fairy road... is still so far away, so far away..."

"It's as if I have exhausted ten lives... I am just good at it, and I don't know the so-called actions of ants..."

The wind was loud, and Lin Kongyu's white cassock swayed slightly, unable to cover the dust any longer.

He raised his head, looked at the fairy gate, his face was bleeding, and he laughed hoarsely: "How dare the ants peek into the sky? How dare they... decide their own fate?"

"But I... am not just an ant."

The smile gradually faded.

Like starlight falling, in the dim clouds, all the auras were wiped out, but a fairy step condensed out of thin air, extending to Wuyan.

Insatiably looking at the solid fairy steps under his feet, he was slightly taken aback, and then heard a loud laugh suddenly sounded from the Kunlun Mountains below. Turning the page and scrolling, countless figures flew straight out, rushing towards the sky.

Like countless glowing ants, fearless and fearless.

"My generation of monks, why should I die!"