Tang Yun slowly walked into the old monk's room and saw the old monk sitting on a cushion with his eyes closed, sitting slowly on the smaller cushion in front.

"Master." Tang Yun looked at the motionless old monk with a bitter face, his eyes full of restlessness, and said in a vain: "Senior brother, senior brother won't let me say it."

"Don't worry." The old monk looked at Tang Yun, who was sitting on the cushion with a red face and was sitting on the cushion, and said in a gentle voice: "Why did your senior brother run into the room? It's obvious that he has acquiesced to you that you can say."

Looking at Tang Yun's simple expression with a sudden enlightenment, the old monk shook his head gently in his heart and said in his heart: Yun'er is relatively a bit dull. What should I do if I am alone in the future?

Tang Yun slowly talked about everything that happened. When he talked about his consciousness being close to collapse due to pain in the freezing, the old monk opened his eyes and looked at Tang Yun with a concerned expression, and comforted him gently: "Yun'er, practice is also the cultivation of mind and tenacity. You must remember that taking one step forward is another world, and retreating in the end can only lead to a destruction. This is the cultivation of magic. Then how did you break through?"

"Haha, this is all my senior brother who asked me to recite a scripture. After reciting that scripture, I felt a white light in my mind, and then I felt like I was leaving my body, entering a kind of peace, comfort, and infinite relaxation without any thoughts." Tang Yun's face also looked puzzled and said, "I don't know what's going on, nor can I feel the pain in my body."

"There is electricity in the empty room, sudden enlightenment, and a state of mind?" When the old monk heard this, a bright light emitted from his eyes, looking at Tang Yun and said, "Read that piece of scripture to me."

The old monk was shocked and his mind was filled with white light. This is called "Electricity in the Void Room" in practice, which means that the practitioner himself has extremely high talent and a sign of opening up his own world.

The virtual room is the world of the practitioner. This itself is a chaotic darkness, and electricity is generated. This chaotic world has begun to be opened. The first thing that appears when the world first opens is light. At this time, enlightenment is equivalent to understanding the great way that the world first opens. It has infinite benefits for the practitioner.

"...Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are also like this..."

When Tang Yun came to this, the old monk nodded slightly and said softly: "Everything outside is empty. The empty form leads to emptiness to produce a world of tens of millions of forms. Too much attention can only allow one to cover the dust of one's true nature. This emptiness is color, and it tells the essence of it, feeling, thinking, action, and consciousness. Although it is the entire process of everyone's understanding of the outside world, it is also an external appearance. If you throw away the external appearance and see the true nature, this is the true meaning of the Buddha."

Hearing this, Tang Yun's face was full of confusion. He was so old that he could not understand things, such as his age, his feelings, feelings, thoughts, nature, and consciousness, but he immediately continued to recite.

"............................................................................................................................................................................................... that there is no form, no feeling, no thought, no consciousness, no consciousness, no end to ignorance, no old age and death, no end to old age and death...... there is no suffering, no accumulation, no wisdom, no gain, because there is nothing to gain...."

When he heard this, the old monk stood up with shock on his face, with colorful light shot out from his eyes, and his lips trembled with a little trembling: "Isn't the great freedom state neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, nor increasing or decreasing? Is the method of practice meant to throw away the attachment to external aspects such as feeling, thinking, volition, consciousness, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind, sound, smell, taste, touch, and law? Only in this way can we see the true nature, the great way, all dharmas are empty, and achieve great freedom?"

Tang Yun looked at the rich golden light emitted from the old monk's body with shock, and a heavy pressure enveloped him, making him almost unable to sit up.

Pay attention to the inconvenience caused to his disciple by his loss of composure, the golden light on the old monk's body disappeared in an instant, and looked at Tang Yun and said, "Continue to recite."

".....Bodhisattva, based on Prajna Paramita, has no worries in mind, no worries in mind, no fear, is far away from delusions and dreams, and ultimately Nirvana..."

Hearing this, tears flowed in the old monk's eyes, and he said a little out of control: "I never thought, I never thought, I never thought that I would have obtained the Nirvana method of our mind cultivation today. The ancestors of all generations have finally achieved your wish."

The old monk wiped the tears in his eyes and knelt down to Tang Yun who was silly. He kowtowed deeply. Tang Yun was so shocked that his face turned red and was about to stand up, but his body could not move. He looked at the old monk kowtowed him nine times in a row in a row.

After relaxing his body, Tang Yun quickly ran to the old monk and knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, his head 'bumping' on the ground.

Finally, he raised his head, his eyes full of fear, and asked in a faint voice of mosquitoes and flies: "Master..."

The old monk helped Tang Yun up, his eyes full of dull expressions and said, "Don't be afraid. Although this is God's will, you have taught me the supreme method of spiritual cultivation. This is the grace of spreading the Dharma. You can bear these nine heads."

"But, but...but...this was taught to me by my senior brother..."

"But you read it for me." The old monk interrupted Tang Yun's words, turned around and sat upright in the cushion. His old face still trembled slightly, and he couldn't calm down. He closed his eyes and said, "Master needs to go into seclusion. You brothers and sisters don't disturb me these days."

"Yes." Tang Yun slowly left the room, thinking in confusion: "The master is going to retreat, but he has never seen his master practice any before, what kind of barrier is it?"

A few days passed in a dull way.

Tang Feng, who was reading under the reflection of green light, has been the light of Tang Feng since the Bodhi branches became saplings, and the radiance of the trees has become Tang Feng's light bulbs. In his words: green, pollution-free, protects eyesight and does not have the trouble of burning fire.

"Crack..." A dazzling light appeared in the sky, "bang", and a deafening thunder echoed in his ears. Tang Feng felt a trembling sound on the entire ground.

"Earthquake?" Tang Feng quickly ran outside the house. The purple-red lightning flashed the entire sky into purple-red. Looking at the strange phenomena that occurred in the sky, Tang Feng was motionless.

Various colorful heaven and earth energy rushed into the air, mixed together and slowly rotated under the guidance of an inexplicable gravity, and a huge energy vortex appeared in the sky.

The energy vortex is so huge that it seems to be turbulent in the world. Purple lightning flashes back and forth in the gray vortex, and purple lights make everything around it rendered with purple-red and weird colors...

"Crack...crack..." A loud noise echoed between heaven and earth, and the ground was also trembling gently in the bursts of loud noises.

A pure white light shot out from the energy vortex and rushed behind Tang Feng. The powerful energy fluctuations impacted Tang Feng's figure far aside.

The entire small temple was suddenly shrouded in white light.

The white light became brighter and brighter, and the strong energy caused cracks to appear on the entire ground. The houses in the small town were also shaking, and the whole town suddenly felt a raucous noise.

A heavy pressure also spread out from the room and quickly spread out, covering the entire small town. The noise that had just sounded suddenly stopped, and only the thunder in the sky roared in his ears, giving him a strange feeling.

The vortex of vitality in the sky was spinning faster and faster, and the purple lightning was increasing. The deafening sound made Tang Feng feel dizzy in his head.

"Senior brother, there is nothing wrong with the master, right?" Tang Feng felt his clothes being pulled, and saw Tang Yun's expression full of anxiety and panic.

"What can the master do?" Tang Feng curled his lips and said to Tang Yun who kept looking at the small temple: "Look at this big battle, I guess this was created by the master."

"Master?" Tang Yun's dark face was full of doubts, but he looked at Tang Feng and looked at the sky in a daze, suppressing the doubts in his heart.

A more intense energy gushed out from the small temple, and a blurred phantom appeared in the air, and the white light from the vortex of the sky poured directly into the phantom.

The phantom became clearer and clearer. A young monk appeared in the sky with his eyes closed, with colorful light emitting all over his body.

"This looks like a master, but he is a little younger." Tang Yun looked at the monk in the air in surprise, grabbed his bare head in confusion, trying to catch something from it, but in the end he was still confused and asked Tang Feng: "Senior Brother, do you think this monk in the air has a little imagination with the master?"

"What does it look like? This is simply." Tang Feng sighed deeply, looked at the monk in the air with complicated eyes, and said to Tang Yun beside him: "It seems that our master has proved the truth."

As time passed slowly, the vortex in the air became smaller and smaller, and the light of the thunder in the air was less and less, and finally disappeared completely in the dark night sky.

The monk standing in the air exuding a gentle seven-colored light seemed to hear Tang Feng's words, opened his eyes and looked at the brothers Tang Yun below, with a gentle look in his eyes, nodded gently, and walked down from the air step by step. White relics flowers condensed around him, flying constantly, and a fragrance also emanated, spreading around and disappeared into the small temple.

A cold and solemn voice appeared in Tang Feng's ears: "Feng'er, come in."

Tang Feng and Tang Yun rushed into the small temple and into the old monk's room. They were stunned when they saw what was happening in front of them.
Chapter completed!