The first cause of all realms

Chapter 1131 Desire for the Heavenly Cauldron, join the world to practice

hum~
The sea of ​​hearts is faint, and the array formed by all kinds of streamers is as vast and mysterious as the sea of ​​stars.

It was Yang Ju who took the ancient sword of Zhuxian as the core and filled it with the various formations and divine lines he had learned to form the prototype of the spirit.

Dao is born of heaven, and all kinds of beings are born. No matter whether all dharmas are mutually restraining or interdependent, or seem to be irrelevant, they all have something in common.

Yang Jue has practiced for thousands of years, from martial arts to supernatural powers, and finally the combination of martial arts and martial arts, and retreated for more than a thousand years with the Atlas of Ten Thousand Immortals. His foundation, Taoism, and practice have all reached an extremely high level.

Under a person with great supernatural powers, [-] years is the limit, but his current Taoism is almost [-] years!
Therefore, even if you haven't practiced spirituality before, you can still get started very quickly, and you can learn it well.
If he didn't want to create his own spirit, he could have completed the first kalpa on the day he got it.

But this is not an easy way to practice spirituality. In fact, the vast majority of people may not be able to achieve the first kalpa even if they practice it all their lives.

Spiritual signs are all-encompassing and extremely complicated, and naturally there are opinions about whether they fit or not. If they fit the mind, if there is divine help, otherwise, it will get twice the result with half the effort.

"There are all kinds of formations in the Ten Thousand Immortals Catalogue, but the most advanced formations are all incomplete, just like the mandala formation in the void of the Taizang Realm, there are only fragments..."

With a movement in Yang Ju's heart, all kinds of lights and shadows surged and intertwined in the sea of ​​mind, evolving into many scenes.

But it is exactly the picture of the scenery of the capital of God drawn by the "Qingpingshan people" of a generation of painters.

The people of Qingping Mountain are the 'Lord of Qingyang Mountain', they have cultivated the spiritual appearance of the four kalpas ten thousand years ago, looking at the ancient and modern times, they are also worthy of leaving a name.

The pictures drawn by him have all kinds of magic, but the magic is not outside, but inside.

hum!
As Yang Jue thought about it, this ancient scroll shone brightly in his heart, and all the scenes in it were lifelike. With Yang Jue's strong will instilled, he could even copy the scene at that time.

As big as the sea of ​​clouds and sky, as small as dust and dead leaves, they are all flowing.

It seemed that the gods from ten thousand years ago reappeared in his mind.

"call!"

Yang Ju focused his attention on the details, and then peeled off all the scenes in the picture scroll little by little.

Find the truth in the false.

From the catalog, we can get a glimpse of the style and appearance of the gods thousands of years ago, and also look for traces of the "Tianding Great Formation" there.

Palaces and houses, rivers in the rockery city, various tree landscapes, wind and clouds and even houses...

hum!
As all the scenes were stripped to the end one by one, there was a voice coming out of it, flowing into Yang Jue's heart.

"Ok?"

Yang Yu was not too surprised.

Martial arts is based on the blood body, and spirit is based on the mind and spirit. Any one who has cultivated the spirit of the three kalpas has a mind and will that is beyond the ordinary, and it is normal to have a backhand in the picture scroll.

hum!
In Yang Ju's induction, among the ancient scrolls that he stripped away all the scenes, there is actually a small pavilion in the lake.

There is snow in the lake, there is a stove for sake in the pavilion, and a middle-aged Taoist sits in it, enjoying the snow, drinking, and fishing.

As if aware of Yang Jue's gaze, the Taoist in the pavilion slowly raised his head and invited with a smile:
"Being able to break through the true meaning of Taoist paintings shows that fellow Taoists are also people who love painting. Why don't you come and have a few glasses of water and wine?"

"People from Qingping Mountain?"

Yang Ju felt a little bit, but he didn't have much fear. With a change of mind, his will has been submerged in the ancient painting.

Whoosh!

The cold wind howled and the snow fell heavily.

Yang Jue walked slowly along the wooden bridge, he looked at the world in the painting without any concealment, and couldn't help being amazed in his heart.

From the outside, this painting is very real, but when you walk into it, you can feel that this world is very fake.

The water in the lake, the fire in the pavilion, the wind and snow in the sky, and even the big day that looks like a child's graffiti...

Everything reveals a very discordant, very false.

But these various loopholes are combined together, but there is an indescribable harmony...

"Fellow Taoist watched it for a long time, but what can you teach me?"

In the pavilion, the Taoist slowly raised his head.

This is a Taoist who is very inconsistent with his status as a "painting saint".

His shoulders are broad and his back is thick, his ears are round and his eyes are round, his hands hang down to his knees, his beard is like grass, and his large Taoist robe cannot cover his majestic body.

Only from the appearance, he looks more like a fierce general who broke out from a sea of ​​corpses and blood, rather than a painter who is obsessed with painting.

Yang Qian went to the front of the pavilion, heard the words and thought for a while, then said:

"unusual."

He is obsessed with cultivation and has no great interest in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he knows everything, and the rhyme in the painting can be seen at a glance.

"Just like that?"

The Taoist was a little disappointed.

"It's superfluous!"

Yang Yu added a sentence.

"Oh?"

The man's eyes lightened slightly:
"Fellow Taoist is really proficient in this way, and can beat the poor hand!"

"It's just a coincidence."

At the invitation of the Taoist priest to sit down, Yang Qiu asked:

"Dare to ask friends, do you know what year it is?"

"Huh~"

The Taoist couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, and immediately took a meaningful look at Yang Yu:
"Large weekly calendar, 184562, spring!"

"Remember the year in the painting?"

Yang Jue's eyes froze.

Under the tranquility, the person in front of him is lifelike, with both body and spirit, complete destiny, and more vitality.

But at the moment when he aroused the Golden Essence Fire Eye, he saw the criss-crossing ink marks from under the surface of his body just now.

Is the person in the painting like a living person?
"All kinds of things have spirits, and so do paintings. Who said that there is no time in paintings, and the years cannot be recorded?"

The Taoist smiled slightly, and without waiting for Yang Yu to ask, he had already told his own background:
"Thousands of years ago, I was traveling around the world, and when I passed by the gods, I was found walking in Tibet. I had to paint dozens of volumes in a hurry before I left..."

"One of the volumes was collected by Grand Master Qian Cang, which is the volume you read!"

"And I am myself under the paintbrush of Qingping Mountain people thousands of years ago..."

Yang Ju was a little surprised by such a thing as drawing himself and being born with wisdom, but after thinking about it for a while, he already guessed something:
"Psyche?"

"what?"

The Taoist couldn't help raising his eyebrows, but he didn't hide it. He nodded:
"That's right, I am indeed the spiritual form of the Qingpingshan people. He suffered adversity in the past, and he left me in the Grand Master's residence, just to gain a chance of life with the help of Qiancang..."

"is it?"

Yang prison was noncommittal.

This Taoist seems to be honest, as if he knows everything, but in fact, it is difficult for him to distinguish the truth from the false.

However, this has nothing to do with him. After drinking a few glasses of water and wine, he was about to get up and leave.

"Fellow Daoist, are you leaving now?"

Seeing that Yang Qiu seemed to be leaving, the Taoist's eyelids twitched, knowing that he might have done it on purpose, but he still couldn't calm down:

"Since the disappearance of the Heavenly Cauldron and the 'Tianding True Spirit Map', I don't know how many people have made the idea of ​​the 'Tianding Great Formation'.

But Pindao dare to say, for more than [-] years, the only person who has penetrated the Heavenly Cauldron Formation and glimpsed the Heavenly Cauldron's true spirit map is me! "

"Take me out of this painting, and I'll pass you the picture of the true spirit of the Heavenly Cauldron!"

Yang Yu paused for a while, and left the "Shendu Scenery Picture", looking again, the scene of the picture scroll was frozen on the last shout of the Taoist.

"Through the formation pattern, you can see the Heavenly Cauldron!"

　Hmm... Continue to code words... Let's go to bed first.

　
(End of this chapter)