MTL - Cultivation Chat Group-Chapter 1998 a man with several brushes

How long will I stay in this casket?

At this time, Song Shuhang can't do anything.

Except for silent waiting... just praying.

"White predecessors, the white predecessors two bless, let me go out early." Song Shuhang sincerely sent a prayer signal with consciousness.

Never stay in this urn for a thousand years or thousands of years.

For a thousand years, he is only vying for the night.

In the future, when he really becomes a party, he may consider retreating for a hundred years, a thousand years. But now he has not yet reached this realm.

After the prayer was finished, Song Shuhang began to toss in the casket of the saint.

For example, study the 'immortal bone' - although he can't understand the structure of the immortal bone, he can use the consciousness to wrap the immortal bone and sense its surface structure.

If you are tired of research, you can study in every corner of the casket and enjoy the scenery from different angles.

He began to discover a law.

The casket of the saint is in this world, in a track, like a planet.

Similarly, white horses, merit nets, and big eyeballs all have their own tracks.

Whenever the tracks of the two sides intersect, Song Shuhang can see each other.

After the urn was once again three times with the ‘white horse’, it encountered a new scenery.

It was a linden tree that exudes a radiant glow.

Under the tree, there is a silver-white figure, as long as the waist is surrounded by a towel, sitting cross-legged.

But he is not in the scriptures.

This silver-white figure, carrying a bucket of strange dye, carefully brushed a layer of gold paint on his silver body.

He can carefully brush a row of brushes, from head to toe, sometimes with a large brush, sometimes with a small brush... This is a man with several brushes.

Song Shuhang looked at the man curiously.

What is the relationship between this man and the heavens of the ages?

He now has some speculation about this ‘world’.

In addition to the casket of Confucian saints, other white horses, big eyes, and merit nets are all ‘imprinted shadows’.

Song Shuhang speculated that this is likely to be the 'imposter' of each sermon, the "imprint" left in this world when inheriting the destiny and achieving immortality.

These imprints, running over and over again in this void, are not exhausted.

White horse is probably the seventh day of the white predecessor.

Gongde.com should be the predecessor of the two predecessors who are very lucky. It is probably the creator of the meritorious practice of merit.

The big eyeball should be the second day, that is, the predecessor of the striped dragon heaven.

So, which silver-white figure corresponds to which heaven?

The fourth day or the fifth day of the road?

Or... is it the prototype of the fat ball 佬 liquid metal ball?

The liquid metal ball heavenly road seems to be able to make a human shape, and it is also the silver white of this metal.

Song Shuhang wants to know more and more.

So he quickly hung up his consciousness and kept quiet.

After all, unlike other heavens, the liquid metal ball is still in service and has not retired. Maybe its 'imprinted shadow' will be special?

At this time, the man with several brushes suddenly opened his towel around his waist.

"It's not easy to paint here." The man sang, he grabbed a small brush and meditated for a moment: "It's better to cut it, cut it flat, it will paint."

Song Shuhang stunned: "!!!"

"No, it can't be cut. Although it can grow up, if it is cut, it will not be explained to people. It can't be said that when I was fighting with people, I was cut." The man with several brushes tangled. After a while, I started brushing it carefully at my waist with a small brush.

Song Shuhang: "..."

"Hey, the sage smashed the urn, and met again." The man with several brushes suddenly waved at the casket of the saint.

Waving and waving, suddenly his hand froze.

Song Shuhang can sense that this man with several brushes found him.

so awkward.

After the man was stiff for a while, he suddenly took all his brushes and took them. Then he sat under the bodhi tree with his golden legs, and put his hands together: "Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not Taiwan. The Buddha is always clean. Where is the dust! The heart is the Bodhi tree, which is the mirror stage. The mirror is clean, where is the dust!"

"Everything is a law, such as a dream bubble, such as dew is like electricity. It should be like this."

There is a kind of sorghum temperament that radiates from him.

Read and read, the man looked up and looked at the casket of the saint, facing the consciousness of Song Shuhang: "Do you realize it?"

[I know a hairy gray? 】 Song Shuhang wants to look back at this man who has several brushes, but unfortunately he is now in a state of consciousness and cannot speak.

"The donor, your understanding is too low." The golden man shook his head gently: "Everything you have just seen is a dream, a bubble."

Song Shuhang: "..."

He can now determine one thing. The form of this golden man is different from that of other ‘天道虚影’.

Like the Confucian saints, he may enter the world through other means.

Moreover, Song Shuhang found himself and the man with several brushes to communicate, and only with the intention to move, the other party can read his meaning.

Needless to say, it is also the standard reading mind of Daxie.

"No, it's not a mind-reading technique. It's called a heart-and-hearted way to read a heart." The man put his hands together and smiled kindly: "You can call me a master."

"Master... can you ask a question?" Song Shuhang asked.

He wants to know if there is any way out of this space.

"The donor asks, although the pledge of the donor is ignorant, but I... poor Confucianism, no, the poor will be seriously explained." The golden master smiled slightly.

Song Shuhang is glad that he does not have a physical head now, otherwise he will have a brainache.

After adjusting his mentality, he asked: "Excuse me, you..."

"Loved." The golden master replied quickly.

Song Shuhang: "???"

"Is it wrong? That is not about?" The golden master said again.

Song Shuhang: "..."

"Not right? That Baoda, will swim, save you, this question will not, today has something, no money, like salty bean curd, identity is a secret, age is also, do not pass on merit, do not accept apprentices..." Golden master mouth Fly up and down and fly fast.

Song Shuhang: "..."

“Is there any problem that needs to be explained by the poor?” The golden master smiled and continued.

Song Shuhang: "..."