Hắc Bạch Vô Thường Novels & Stories

The other contender stepped onto the ring and the announcer announced that the match between the Buddha Temple disciple and the contender from the second-ranked family had begun. Then a disciple of the Buddha family, who was called Hama Tao, said, “Life is suffering: and it is not without suffering. The causes of misery and the sources of misery in the world are seven: birth, old age, illness, death, companionship with an enemy, separation from a friend, failure to seek what the soul requires. In this regard, Buddha says: (The secret of these troubles is our desire to live, and the secret of comfort is the killing of that desire.

“The so-called Tai Chi giving rise to the two principles is the union of Yin and Yang,” the black-robed elder spoke each word deliberately. “Black represents Yin, while white represents Yang. Nowadays, it’s precisely because Yang is flourishing while Yin is waning that the Law of Heaven is in disarray. Otherwise, how could someone like you appear?” After hearing this, James inhaled sharply. “So, you’re saying there’s never been true darkness and light in the world, no such thing as righteous and evil?”

Then black. Nothing.

I heard rustles— the wolves were growing restless, eager to shift. "Stay still," he whispered. I frowned but before I could ask, his form blurred, bones shifting and snapping in quick succession. In seconds, where Ciro had stood, a massive black wolf loomed — sleek fur glinting under the moonlight, golden eyes watching me with unnerving intensity. He shook his fur and bounced a little. My mouth parted in awe. I'd seen a wolf transform before but his was different, it was majestic. His black fur was beautiful. It was as black as the night sky, giving an aura of danger. It called out to me, pulling at the mate bond.

A voice came from Yang Xiao's mouth. "Bodhisattva, after traveling for a long time, saw that all the five connotations were empty, and all the misery was overcome. The Buddha's relics, the color is not different from emptiness, the emptiness is not different. The color is emptiness, the emptiness is the color. Being recognized by thinking, it is the same..." Pu! Tang Muxue really wanted to vomit blood. "Am I holding a rock?" "I'm hinting so obviously that this guy actually used nothing but the empty, empty, and the empty. Yang Xiao, you idiot, are you going to be a monk?"

Now he did not look like the image of the former literary figure and was more like a swordsman of the world. Whenever the Buddha mantras sounded again, he was not in as much pain as before, and his anger was somewhat relieved. Sometimes he would also read the scriptures engraved on the stone wall, "One load of sand, one load of sand, one realm, within one world, a speck of dust for a catastrophe..." "A principle behind everything, such as a dream bubble, like dew or like lightning, it should be regarded as a view..." "All the principles are empty, they don't disappear nor born, they don't get dirty nor they're clean, they don't increase or decrease..."