Chapter 1386: The true meaning of the right opportunity, if I am me and not me, the wind moves, the

"Ying, help!"

Paimon's face was filled with horror. The God of Righteousness appeared and slapped him down. The azure and extremely cold ice rose from the ground like countless mountains, and then tilted down.

Ying took a step forward, and in an instant the sword flashed and cut through all the ice peaks.

Jiang Yi watched this scene calmly.

Ying had never fought with the God of Righteousness before, so now he should practice with him. Anyway, he won’t get hurt with him around.

Thunder roared, and the purple and hot lightning condensed into a pillar of light, surging towards them with infinite destructive power.

The entire glazed altar was shaking.

Paimeng looked angrily at Jiang Yi who was standing by and watching, and the scattered soldiers who had not recovered for a long time. Shouldn't his memory be restored instantly and he would remember everything?

The lightning that came in an instant had already reached everyone.

The wanderer's consciousness was still immersed in his memories, unable to move.

In the extremely silent information flow of the World Tree, Sanbing recalled his life.

Traitor or hero, god or outcast, all these identities vanished in the moment of jumping into the torrent. Blood boiled in my ears and my mind roared.

He considered himself brave because he was not afraid of death. Death was only a minor threat to the puppets, and only humans with hearts knew fear. He also considered himself a coward, and he regretted it. If he could be more like he is now, if he could learn to trust others less... would those people he considered friends have ended up in such a miserable way?

The God of Man had clearly warned him that the only world tree he could grasp could not change the true history.

The past cannot be reversed, and misfortune cannot be erased.

“Whether good or bad, the existence of the past has meaning. To deny the past is to deny life.”

"The answer you desire is ultimate destruction... It is essentially false. Even if there are no more 'skirmishers' in the world, the world will not move according to your will."

What are you trying to fight against? A betrayed fate? Or is existence itself a mistake?

Unwilling! How unwilling!

The scattered soldier was in great pain, "To embrace, to destroy!" This was a wish that he had already made up his mind and thought could be realized just like before.

—Using inhuman hands, he tried to close the red-hot furnace, even if it meant burning his fingers, he had to hold on to the tiny possibility.

Just like that moment, using inhuman hands to grasp the tiny possibility of distorting the truth and reversing everything.

but……

A life as useless as flowers, feathers and morning dew is also so useless in the end.

There is only this delusion of desire and the stubbornness of not believing in the words of the God of man.

In the glazed altar, the wanderer slowly opened his eyes and looked at the raging lightning, the terrifying divine might and the violent divine power in front of him.

His expression was a little dazed, his vision was a little shaken, and everything in front of him seemed to return to darkness again.

The body that fell down due to pain seemed to be kneeling before this "previous life".

The puppet is an abandoned coward, the curious are the inactive people who are protected by others, and Scaramucci is a conspirator who betrayed the will of God and threw himself into the torrent of the world and went upstream.

And created "me".

Behind him was endless darkness and bloody red, enveloping his memory, his consciousness, his perceived spiritual body, and his soul self.

There was an extremely tiny light in front of me.

I don’t like “Previous Life” or the ending of “Previous Life”.

There seemed to be the voice of God in my ears.

“…That’s why wisdom can’t answer all the questions.”

“We look up, we know, we understand, but we are still stuck in the problem. There is not only one answer... What life in the world desires is always to pursue the truth and solve problems.”

“But…please don’t forget that even if we walk under the dark clouds and encounter many hardships along the way, the light of wisdom will still guide us to a good outcome.”

The god of wisdom, the god of man, the golden-haired traveler...

In the scattered soldier's memory, the man who was as different as the light seemed to walk in the darkness.

The wanderer had a ferocious look on his face. He stretched out his hand and sneered at himself: "Things without value will not be preserved. That's why..."

He grabbed hold of himself in front of him, his past self, and gained everything from his “previous life”.

“…It can’t end here.”

With a low roar of difficulty, he was about to jump up when his other hand suddenly became heavy.

When I looked back in surprise, I saw another me.

"Scattered soldiers", still "Scattered soldiers", the "previous life" that they caught in front of them.

The skirmisher emerged from the swirl of black and red below and grabbed his hand.

Two, no! Three.

The gazes seemed to overlap at this moment, and the golden light seemed to surge in the void, like the divine light and chanting of the past, present and future.

The true meaning of Zhengji.

"Correct opportunity": "Generally speaking, the good and evil of the three worlds are all opportunities; specifically speaking, only the good and evil of the future are taken as the correct opportunity. What is it? The past has passed, the present has been determined, so it is only to eliminate future evil and give rise to future good."

At this moment, it is Pratyekabuddha and purity, and the unity of the three worlds.

The past and the present are both foregone conclusions that cannot be changed, erased or escaped. One can only bear the good and evil of three lifetimes and seek salvation in an uncertain future.

The wanderer's eyes opened completely,

"May my body be like glass, clear and bright inside and out, pure and without any blemish, when I attain Bodhi in the next life."

Then, in an instant, he heard the sound of the wind. It came from nowhere, but strangely changed direction and greeted him. He smelled the nostalgic ancient smell from the wind - hammer, metal, furnace, dust...

The distant dream and the lost happiness seemed so incredible that an individual like him could have had such a simple life.

Before their eyes, the blazing and surging lightning was suddenly blocked by something, and power collided with the most sacred law. Ying and Paimon squinted their eyes in the strong wind, the golden light exploded, the thunder and fire rushed into the sky, the thick smoke exploded, and the glazed altar was completely reduced to ruins with gullies and ravines.

"Scattered Soldiers..."

Incredible murmur.

Ying and Paimeng looked at the scene in front of them, as well as the scattered soldiers who were blocking their way and had put on their hats again and stood up straight.

“After one lifetime of Nirvana, he fell into the abyss of monastery. He is not a god but is no less powerful than a god.” Jiang Yi looked at the wanderer quietly.

The blue storm suddenly rose and turned into a thick gray-black color, as if showing the anger of colored glass. It was also like the breeze that created the world before the birth of the earth, fire, water, wind, seas, mountains, continents, and earth worlds, forming the heavens where the awakened ones live.

Amidst the earth-shaking roar.

If it weren't for the maintenance of Nashida's dream power, the entire building should have been wiped out the moment the God of Righteousness appeared.

Inlaid with gold edges and wind-colored gemstones.

That ray of green light was so bright in the storm, like a dazzling wind-colored star.

It is like bright eyes that see through one's own nature and have no confusion in the heart.

The wanderer saw his own reflection in the wind, each one was extremely vivid, each one was the real him. Cowardly and humble, embarrassed and painful, arrogant and ridiculous... In the end, they were all connected as one.

The past life, present and future are condensed into one person.

He grabbed the "Eye of God" that fell on his chest.

All people in the world use the banner as an initiation, so the merit of the banner first makes one a wheel king, and finally becomes a Buddha and reaches Buddhahood, which is called initiation.

The wisdom, memories and karma of previous lives are poured down together.

Is it the wind, the flag, or the heart?

"Die!" The wanderer looked at himself in front of him with an indifferent and mocking smile, gathering the power of the atmosphere to break free from the shackles of the earth.

He instantly leaped into the air and looked down at his past life.

At that time, the wind blew the flag. One monk said it was the wind that moved, and another monk said it was the flag that moved. They argued endlessly. A monk came forward and said, "It is not the wind that moves, nor the flag that moves, but the benevolent heart that moves."

The peaceful and beautiful appearance is nothing but an illusion. The real him has never died and has always lived deep in my heart. As long as I still have the choice, I will take the same path no matter how many times.

To admit the past is to admit failure, to admit that he is just a coward who has accomplished nothing and has nothing. But only in this way can he break free from the shackles and truly become the pathetic him again.

"Moving flags - ringing strings!"

As my heart beat, wind blades appeared, like plucking the strings of a musical instrument in the void.

Few people can witness with their own eyes the moment when the holder of the Eye of God obtains the Eye of God. Human will and choices summon the gaze of God, and how mysterious the sacred and ethereal plan will be revealed because of human actions.

For some people, it is quiet when they obtain the Eye of God; for some people, everything in heaven and earth embraces them at that moment; for some people, it is instantly freezing rainstorms, instantly summoning waterfalls that turn all their water into arrows, and instantly resisting the attacks of God.

It's not that they have the Eye of God, but that the scattered soldiers are moving forward.

But at the moment when he acted like lightning, facing the power of the gods like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, because of his heart movement and action, the gods cast their gazes at him, and the dazzling light of the descending Eye of God blocked the attack of the Seven-Leaf Secret Lord.

Power also seems to be returning.

There are eighteen monasteries in the world, one is called Meiyin, the second is called Fanyin, the third is called Tiangu, the fourth is called Miaomiao, the fifth is called Tanmiao, the sixth is called Guangmiao, the seventh is called Leiyin, the eighth is called Shiziyin, the ninth is called Miaomei, the tenth is called Fanxiang, the eleventh is called Renyin, the twelfth is called Fonu, the thirteenth is called Tande, the fourteenth is called Guangmu, the fifteenth is called Miaoyan, the sixteenth is called Cheting, the seventeenth is called Cheshi and the eighteenth is called Panguan.

Everything of the Eighteen Galanan Gods is already in the body of three reincarnations.

Therefore, he who inherited everything is Eighteen Galan.

Having reached the realm of gods and surpassed himself, after regaining everything once again, he became a scattered soldier. No, he hated this name of his.

As a "wanderer", after he obtained the Eye of God, all things came into being.

Those who have obtained the Eye of God have skipped the stage where they need to control the Eye of God for a period of time before they can learn the magic.

The laws were connected between his fingers, and he flew lightly in the air as if dancing.

Once, when he was dancing, he was like a bird feather drifting in the wind, and eventually he also flew to an unknown place like a feather.

Now, what he “picks up jade and gets flowers” ​​is just the wind.

Thus, he easily dodged the thunderbolts that rotated for a hundred calamities, the wrathful flames that burned everything, the extreme frost that chilled the world, and the violently surging waters...

And in the midst of the storm that connected heaven and earth created by the Seven-Leaf Secret Lord of Silence and the God of Righteousness, he suddenly appeared before Him.

The movement of the flag in the wind is an external phenomenon, caused by the combination of the causes and conditions of wind and flag: without wind, the flag will not move; without flag, the movement of the wind cannot be seen.

In the end, it's just heartbeat.

It is just "picking up jade and getting flowers" and regaining the life represented by "Rokurin Ichiro Ryosong".

"The sky is about to brighten, and the old dreams are like shadows of dust, floating in the wind."

The wanderer in blue and white clothes and a blue and black hat chanted mantras, condensing a high-pressure aura under his feet, which eventually turned into a huge vortex of wind that swallowed everything.

The atmosphere is compressed, turning into a void that shatters all troubles.

Yuhua·Elegant and graceful songs, Kyogen·Five styles of music.

His life is a suffering of karma and also a comedy of Inazuma's kyogen. Shikigura Goban is a performance interspersed with singing and dancing. It is his past life, present life and current destiny.

"Dependent Origination and Emptiness of Nature".

"Neither born nor destroyed, neither permanent nor discontinuous, neither the same nor different, neither coming nor going."