Chapter 30 (1/2)

After a day's rest, Shen Lang's mental state recovered to the best level.

In order not to be disturbed, yunchenzi takes Shen Lang to the sea of flowers a hundred miles away from the bamboo house.

The environment here is quiet, and there is a forbidden border under yunchenzi's cloth. No one will disturb him.

After Yun Chenzi left, Shen Lang took out Ananda Sutra.

Like the rubbings of Jianyu, this rubbings of ananjing should be able to see the contents of the rubbings by immersing the mind into the rubbings.

The rubbings of immortal books can not be viewed only with divine knowledge, but with unique skills. First of all, the monks need to have a strong inner obsession, and to strengthen their own beliefs.

The rubbings also have a certain spirit. If the friars themselves are dubious about the contents of the rubbings, they will not be accepted by the rubbings.

Shen langduan sits in the sea of flowers, holding a rubbing of ananjing's immortal book in his hand. He immerses his mind in it. He has a strong obsession in his heart and wants to see the secret of the rubbing.

Not long.

”Buzz, buzz!”

Large pieces of five color light fly out from the rubbings and wrap the waves.

Then, the light produced a strong tearing force. Shen Lang didn't resist and let the light absorb itself into the rubbings.

”Where is this?”

When he opened his eyes again, Shen Lang found that he had reached a strange place.

The sky is clear and the wind is cool.

At the moment, Shen Lang was on a sea of clouds, and his body was floating in the air, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

”Hoo Hoo

Just at this time, there was a gust of wind blowing, and the body of the waves was like catkins dancing with the wind, floating to the depth of the sea of clouds.

I don't know how long later, the body of the waves dancing with the wind suddenly stopped, and there was a high mountain shrouded by clouds in front of it.

At the top of the mountain is a bamboo forest. Three old people with different styles come for a walk.

One of the elders was a monk. He was dressed in a coarse cloth robe. He was as thin as a wood, and had nine ring scars on his head.

Another old man was wearing a Taoist robe with white eyebrows and long hair.

The last old man was dressed in black armor. He was very strong. His eyes were as red as blood, and his whole body was full of shock.

Three old men strolled and chatted, and the sound of conversation came to Shen Lang's ears.

”Two Taoist friends, how do you understand Xiuzhen?” The Taoist robe elder took the lead in asking questions.

”Amitabha.”

The monk put his hands together and said, ”in my opinion, what is the cultivation of truth should be divided into two problems. What is ”cultivation” and ”truth”

”Interesting. In my opinion, to cultivate the truth is to eliminate the false and retain the true. He who goes away is practice, and he who survives is truth. ” The Taoist priest said with a smile.