Chapter 282: All Laws Without Me (1)

The rain outside the window continued to fall.

The stagnant water on the ground is covered with the same layer of light-colored ripples forever and ever.

The aroma of the medicine became stronger and stronger, the bitter taste fell on the human body, and a strange pain came from the depths of the bones and flesh. The woman looked at the white kit in her hand. For the first time, she didn't care about the pain all over her body, and a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.

In her memory, it seemed that someone had put this kit into her hands: "This is the peace talisman that my mother gave me, to you, to keep you safe."

Who is speaking?

She rolled her eyes blankly and looked around. The familiar furnishings of the past few decades suddenly became a little strange.

It seemed that another image was slowly emerging from her mind, occupying her original memory. There was no such noisy crowd there, and there was no such endless supply of soup and medicine. She looked down at her hand, how could her bony hand grasp the green stick.

Cyan stick? The woman was taken aback, why did she grab the cyan stick?

The embroidery on the brocade bag shone with a shredded sheen, and in front of him was a pale-faced youth in green clothes who was crying with pear blossoms and rain, and the companions said, "Your Highness, you must take care of your health when you go here, I heard that the place in Yu'Eshan is very evil. If it wasn't for my poor health, I would have gone with the little Highness."

Where is Yo Asan?

The woman was a little lost.

Your Highness. Who is it?

A loud thunder smashed through the clouds, and the wooden windows were smashed by the strong wind, as if they were about to be violently shattered in the next moment. And the woman sitting on the couch slowly tightened her hand holding the kit, and countless painful memories came up, stuffing another completely unfamiliar memory into her mind.

The bitter soup that can't be drunk every day is accompanied by a maid who has been by her side for more than ten years.

The bright red river in the black city, the ghost fire burning silently in the empty hall.

Always closed doors and windows, filled with the peak of the rainbow dawn.

A cup with bright colors painted on it, a cyan hairpin that fell to the ground and was smashed into two pieces.

"lady."

"Little Highness"

"It's not good to be in a mother's womb."

"You are the one who can save the demons"

Countless voices came from a distance and penetrated into her ears, like a devil whispering in whispers, confusing people's hearts. She didn't know who she was or which one was real. It seems like a decades-long life is just a long dream, which can neither be lived nor woken up.

She frowned, as if asking someone else, but also asking herself.

"who I am?"

"Boom--" With a sound, the rain outside the window became more and more frantic, and the sound hurriedly chased the eaves of the window, as if to destroy the world.

"Who am I?" she asked again.

The thunder rang through the sky, and with a "bang", the cup in front of Xiaoji seemed to be shaken by the thunder, and fell to the ground and shattered. The rain became distant and long, and at some point, the world became quiet.

The silver-white electric light gave a startling glance, illuminating the face of the woman on the couch.

She raised her eyes, as if seeing the surroundings clearly for the first time, her eyes were calm and clear.

"I'm."

"Yang Hairpin Star."

The doors and windows were also closed, and in the room, the young man on the sickbed had a calm expression, and his eyebrows were indifferent and beautiful.

The fragrance of medicine curls like an invisible cage, binding people in it.

The person on the couch had a calm expression, neither suffering from the pain nor feeling lost. His eyes were silent, staring out the window silently, after a long time, he finally closed his eyes and spoke lightly.

"All actions are impermanent, all dharmas are without self."

Blood gurgled out of his body.

The vitality is gradually dissipating.

There was the sound of chaotic footsteps outside, and in the dark jungle, someone was gasping for breath.

The robber stole her gold and silver, chopped her body, and the woman fell to the ground, blood pouring out of her body and lips. The vitality slowly dissipated from the body, and the breath of dying gradually invaded, causing her to instinctively feel a sense of fear.

A fear of death.

The hairpin star looked up, and in the gap between the branches, the clear starlight was vaguely visible, and the awn was cold.

She sighed slightly.

Can't use strength, can't change the situation in front of you. This is different from the illusion, not seeing through the truth, everything can return to the original place.

She became a baby who fell to the ground, an old man with snow and frost on his temples, a young woman lingering on a sick bed, and a traveler holding candles in the wind. Every one is her, every one is not her.

Everything experienced here is very real, life from beginning to end, as if a lifetime is long. A day is a day, a year is a year, people live in it, laughter and tears, parting and meeting are always extraordinarily real.

At first, she could still know who she was and why she was here, but day by day, she spent more time being a baby, an old man, a young woman, and a traveler than she was a "Yang Hairpin Star". There is no sect, no demon world, no conspiracy, and no bloody war. Here is peace and tranquility, and she only needs to suffer from the sufferings of being a human being, the sufferings of countless human beings.

Buddhism has eight sufferings: birth, aging, sickness and death, separation of love, reunion of hatred and hatred, not being able to seek, and the five yin being inflamed.

On that summer afternoon, a few days before the sickbed, she accidentally found a white peace charm. The sick man did not lie, and the peace talisman he gave could remove people's disease and pain. So in that moment of pain and stagnation, she finally regained a trace of clarity in her sea of ​​consciousness.

The hairpin star finally understood.

All monks, cultivating immortals and cultivating to high places, always have a test of Taoism. She has seen many such bridges before. In countless tests, whether she can stand up to herself, will not be confused by the prosperity of the world, and leave in the middle.

The same goes for the Five Wheel Tower.

But it seems to be different.

It does not require the tester to insist on his original heart in countless reincarnations. For example, at this moment, the hairpin star has understood that all this is false, and the true sense of death is still within reach. It seems that as long as those who come to the stupa for the trial are reincarnated in the thirty-six realms, they will experience the suffering of sentient beings.

Every experience is real, and every pain cannot be escaped.

She was about to die, and about to start her next life, Hairpin Xing knew in her heart. She doesn't know how long this reincarnation will last, and how long has the first life in the reincarnation passed in reality. Those who want to come and come to the five-wheel tower trial are all like this. Those who try to enter this tower, maybe some people will lose their nature in this endless trial, gradually forget their own lives, and forget their original intentions of cultivating immortals. Perhaps some people persisted to the end, and after experiencing the suffering of all living beings, passed the trial.

They are all pagodas.

Hairpin Xing lowered her eyes, she was about to die, and before she died, she felt as if she had become a feather, gradually becoming lighter, her consciousness gradually dissipating, and it melted into the night.

In the blood color, there was a trace of worry in the hairpin star's eyes.

I wonder what happened to Gu Baiying and the others?