Chapter 889

It was a major event that someone from both the East and the West had verified the Dao at the same time. It had a great impact, but it seemed to have happened in the sky. For the other listeners on the ground, it was a little too far away and would not have much impact on their lives. At most, it would make the higher-level listeners a little more anxious. After all, they were also in the next realm to verify the Dao.

A new round of war preparations had begun. Su Bai could imagine what kind of bloody ending it would be when the five hundred fiends of that world woke up, and the big bosses were indulging in a state of rest while facing that group of fiends. Even Lychee himself was not sure if he could survive in that world.

The radio station stopped its "listener destruction plan" and began to protect its remaining listeners. At the very least, compared to the current senior listeners and senior listeners, it was equivalent to them entering a honeymoon period. The radio station was no longer the hated and feared Satanami, but it was beginning to become more like a loving father.

However, what had to be faced had to be faced eventually. No one knew how Alexander taught the broadcasting consciousness, but it could be guessed that Alexander must have a deep understanding of broadcasting and correctly judged the weak period of broadcasting. At the same time, he was also sure that once the broadcasting carried out the Listener Destruction Plan, it could only choose to stop, but not to return to its original routine.

It was equivalent to waiting for the broadcasting to cut off the "raw material collection" of this world, and then pulling the broadcasting to an equal position for a final battle.

Ever since Fatso went to Chengdu to care for the women who had lost their footing and bought a lot of toys for the little fellow, Fatso had not left the small temple for half a month. He ate and lived in front of the Three Pure Ones all day.

According to Monk, Fatso was comprehending. After all, among the four, Monk was a high-level, Su Bai and Lord Zeng were mid-level, and Fatso was the last. It was impossible to say that he was not anxious.

Early this morning, when Su Bai woke up, he saw Fatso lying on the futon with the little fellow on his big belly. Ji Xiang was basking in the sun beside him.

Ruyi …

Ruyi was still guarding Lao Fugui's grave. It had not come down since Su Bai's memorial for half a month. Ji Xiang occasionally went up to see it and then came back.

Humans were indeed inferior to animals in many aspects.

While Su Bai was thinking about this, he saw Ji Xiang, who was lazily basking in the sun, suddenly stared at him.

Yo.

Did you hear my voice?

Su Bai shook his head and smiled.

Ji Xiang lay its head down and continued to bask in the sun. It did not bother to argue with Su Bai. Of course, in the past, Su Bai was just a little kid in front of it. When he grew up, he was just a little Listener. But now, Su Bai was indeed stronger than it.

For Su Bai, this half a month's life was a bit dispirited. But for him, he had experienced enough. First was the duel with Lehmann, then he went to the West with Chen Ru, and then he killed three times in Shijiazhuang. At first, he was on the verge of advancing because of the momentum he had accumulated through these battles.

Right now, the water had already been used by him, so he needed to find a new water source.

This was not a pure accumulation of energy, but a change in his state of mind. Moreover, Su Bai did not have the chance to find a group of high level Listeners to play some killing game like before. Because it could be imagined that the broadcasting station would definitely strictly control the killing and internal friction between the listeners.

"Want to eat breakfast?" The monk who was sitting by the tea table asked.

"Yes."

Su Bai sat opposite him and picked up a piece of steamed bun to chew.

"Want to change the method of advancement?" The monk asked.

"You are considered a senior now." Su Bai teased.

"Not necessarily. Actually, the Poor Monk thinks that everyone has their own path." The monk brewed another pot of tea. "There is no need to change your path at this time. Of course, this is your own choice. Moreover, the Poor Monk also knows that you squandered all your accumulated energy in Shijiazhuang. Now that you want to climb back to your original path, it is indeed a bit dry and boring. Humans are all like this, and so are Buddhas. They all want to try new things."

Su Bai nodded, indicating that the monk was right.

"It's just that in this world, there are not many shortcuts. Some shortcuts may seem like shortcuts, but when you spend too much effort to find, analyze, and walk through the bumpy road, you are likely to find that the original stupid method is more suitable."

"Monk, I understand what you are saying." Su Bai took the teacup and took a sip. The sun was shining brightly outside. Holding the fragrant tea in his hand, he didn't have to worry about the cold weather, nor did he have to worry about money. His life was actually quite comfortable.

"The Poor Monk is just giving you a little reminder. In fact, your path of strengthening has already been taken by someone else. You can continue to walk on the path that he pointed out for you." Speaking of this, the monk paused. "A person who can even delay death and continue to exist, a path that even the heavens can't completely erase. To be honest, the Poor Monk is a little envious."

"You mean, the third transformation of an ancient zombie?" Su Bai understood what the monk meant. In fact, the monk's words didn't mean to make a deep conversation, but it was a bit strange.

"Yes, the third transformation of an ancient zombie. If the Poor Monk remembers correctly, the first transformation is body refining, the second is soul refining, and the third is spirit refining. You still lack the third transformation. "

"Of course, I know this. Monk, are you interested in this?" Su Bai asked, "If you want, I can give you the spiritual imprint of this set of cultivation method …"

"Amitabha." The monk shook his head. "No, no. The Poor Monk has no greed for this. The Poor Monk has already achieved the integration of spirit and wisdom in the Dharma with his ancestor and his previous life …"

"Deceiving the master and destroying the ancestor can be described in such a beautiful way by you." Su Bai couldn't help but laugh and tease.

The monk suddenly became silent, and he became a little serious.

At this time, Su Bai also put away his smile.

In a trance, the person sitting in front of him at this time was not the monk, but another person, a wise man whose eyes were deep and immersed in the vicissitudes of the world.

"Your godfather is the first person that the Poor Monk has seen in a thousand years. His path is not easy because he has let go of everything, and everything is at peace with his heart. Therefore, karma is not touched, and time is not guarded. In other words, it is out of the three realms, not in the five elements. "

"You are not Qilü, you are Hui Guo." Su Bai held his chin with both hands and looked at the Qilü in front of him.

"The Poor Monk is Qilü, and also Hui Guo." The monk showed a solemn expression.

Su Bai was solemn. He understood that the monk was using the vision and thinking of his previous life to guide him. Thinking about it this way, that guy Fatso "nagged" with the monk for half a day half a month ago, and the next day he directly moved into the mourning hall of the statue of Three Pure Ones and didn't come out.

The monk integrated his previous life. For example, it was equivalent to the group of people being middle school students, and the monk's previous life Hui Guo was a postgraduate tutor, at least in terms of theoretical knowledge.

Although he didn't know if there were any side effects of the monk transferring his thinking to Hui Guo, he definitely had to pay a bad price. However, the monk still did it. The reason why Fatso spent half a month with the statue of Three Pure Ones was probably because he had received Hui Guo's advice.

In any case, the monk did it out of good intentions.

"What should I do specifically?" Su Bai asked, as he adjusted his attitude.

"There are 3,000 Great Daos in Taoism, which are known as Immeasurable. In fact, the form of the tombstone that that existence is based on can be considered a concrete manifestation of Dao. Everyone has Dao, and everyone can prove Dao. However, most people's life level is not high enough to bear the burden of proving Dao.

Dao is just a name card. It represents that you have to leave the original world to a certain extent and have a place of your own. In fact, there is no difference in the level of Dao, but it depends on how you want to use it and the future.

The Dao of the sage is to educate the people of the world, the Dao of the eminent monk is to save all sentient beings, and our Dao is to kill. "

Yes, proving Dao was to become stronger, and to become stronger, it would be easier to kill, and the purpose of killing was to prevent oneself from being killed.

Huiguo Monk was very straightforward.

"I mean Fugui," Su Bai reminded.

"You can walk his path because he has already paved the way for you. There are only eight words, enter the secular world and come out, become a mortal in the human world."

"Enter the secular world and come out, become a mortal in the human world?" Su Bai pondered for a moment and patted the monk's shoulder. "Why do you make it sound like a fantasy novel? Forget it, Monk, come out. I have too many theoretical things here."

The monk closed his eyes and immediately opened them. There was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes as he sighed.

"Not everyone can imitate Old Fugui's path."

"Of course I know that. Let's talk about you. What do you want to do?"

"These eight words are also what Poor Monk wants to do." The monk looked at Su Bai very seriously. "Walk in the secular world and then transcend it. This is different from what you think of walking in the secular world and how Gyatso advanced with his heart when he advanced to the Advanced Listener. This time, it is not the secular world that refines you, but you who refines the secular world."

"Okay, let me know when you want to do it." Su Bai waved his hand. Obviously, he was not very interested in this. He knew himself well. The monk might be able to do that kind of mysterious thing, but it was very difficult for him.

Deep down, he was actually a little similar to Su Yuhang. He was too selfish and too mean. Most importantly, Su Bai did not want to change anything, nor did he want to change himself. He treasured everything about himself, including his outlook on life and many other beliefs. If these things collapsed and changed in exchange for a chance to prove Dao, it was really unnecessary.

Huiguo Monk himself said that there were three thousand Great Daos, so he could choose another one.

As for Old Fugui, Su Bai did not like his Dao very much. According to his temperament, he should have directly strangled Su Yuhang to death before Su Yuhang tricked him to death. How could he have left Su Yuhang alive and kicking to this day?

Su Bai walked out of the living room and in front of him was the temple that worshipped the Three Pure Ones.

"Fatso, have you bathed in the past half a month?" Su Bai picked up the little fellow from Fatso's belly.

"I forgot," Fatso replied.

Su Bai was suddenly stunned. He suddenly realized that the little fellow was not playing on Fatso's belly. This was because Fatso's face had become the face of one of the Three Pure Ones, Taishang Laojun. Then, Su Bai looked in the direction of the voice. The face of the Three Pure Ones, Taishang Laojun, had become the face of Fatso.

Heh.

Actually.

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