Cultivation: From the Inauguration of Druid

Among the boundless sea of ​​clouds, a lone peak protrudes, and there is only a small bluestone temple on it.

A bald old monk whose age and appearance could not be clearly seen was sitting cross-legged among them.

The bitter cold wind blows in along the unobstructed doors and windows, making his clothes rattle.

Suddenly, his hands that were coiling the string of beads stopped abruptly, and he opened a pair of indifferent eyes, in which a misty gray cloud flashed.

First the Emerald Dream, and then the Endless Tower. It seems that that place is really not a good match.

An incomprehensible voice came out of his mouth, revealing such meaning.

At that moment, there were gray clouds in his eyes, and he slowly stretched out his hand to grab it in front of him, and there was also a gray air flow between his fingers.

A little golden light emerged from his palm, and in that golden light was a two-meter-tall, muscular monk who was dressed in sea blue and had a mountain of cows on his head.

On his wrist is a bead string similar to that of an old monk.

As the gray clouds entangled in it, the string of beads gradually solidified, and the one on the monk's wrist became more and more illusory.

Just when the two phases were completely transformed, the old monk suddenly heard the voiceless Sanskrit singing vaguely in his ears, and his eyes were filled with golden light and wonderful fragrance.

Then I saw the golden light of the bead string suddenly shine, and a golden lotus was born in the light.

Seeing this, the old monk's expression changed, and he turned into a gray cloud and was about to run away, but was photographed by the nine-colored precious light emitted by the golden lotus.

He couldn't help but fell down and sat on it, put his hands together, and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

Namo Amitabha!

When he uttered the first sound, he was still extremely awkward and resistant, but when he reached the second word, he became much clearer and smoother, but there was only a trace of struggle in his eyes.

At the third and fourth words, his expression was peaceful, until the sound of the Buddha's name was announced.

A golden light flashed in his eyes, and there was a hint of enlightenment in his face.

Namo Amitabha!

Another Buddha's name was proclaimed, and a boundless path of light was paved in front of his eyes, leading directly to the end of the world.

The golden lotus under his seat supported him, and disappeared along the path of light.

The monk in the golden light paused, raised his wrist to look at the beads, and clasped his hands together, proclaiming the Buddha's name.

Namo Amitabha!

After a while, the figure disappeared and the golden light dissipated, leaving only a small bluestone temple humming in the cold wind on the isolated peak.

All of a sudden, in the blazing white world, in the boundless sea of ​​sulfur and fire, in the wilderness, and in the jungle, there were different figures looking up.

Hey! Huh! Haha!

Among the various voices, these figures made different choices one after another.

Some directly chose to disconnect that trace of connection, and some raised their hands to retrieve the seeds.

Some simply gave it a go, pouring their own strength into it, trying to stimulate the seeds completely.

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After this incident, everyone in the Tianshi Mansion no longer had the intention of fighting, even a few Hongzi generation Jijiu and elders who practiced swordsmanship and fighting.

After all, Zhang Danyuan challenged Lingqing and was beheaded by the Dharma Guardian Xingjun, and Zhang Yuanbai was almost broken in his cultivation.

Although in the end, they all gained greater benefits by breaking through and standing up, but this is a bit too exciting.

Even if you know that ninety-nine percent of accidents cannot happen, if that one percent really happens, wouldn't it be very bad?

Everyone is a cultivator, and what he seeks is a step-by-step process; he is not a martial arts practitioner, and the best effort is between life and death.

It is better to change to a way that is more in line with Taoism.

Immediately Lingqing said to Zhang Hongdao: Since that's the case, how about Lingqing asking the real person for advice?

Very good, just now I saw fellow daoist's tricks, and the old daoist is also very itchy. Zhang Hongdao nodded upon hearing this.

Then please! Ling Qing helped her bun, and a burst of fresh air rushed out from the top door, creating a cloud of light as large as an acre in midair.

All kinds of principles are intertwined and condensed into a congenital one-qi talisman.

Zhang Hongdao was not to be outdone, and when he supported the Taoist crown, there was also a stream of clear air forming a cloud of light.

The mysterious light of blue, white, and yellow turns into the triple sky of Qingweitian, Yuyutian, and Dachitian.

After that, the mysterious light of the three days radiated infinite Tao rhyme and waved around, driving away the evil spirits of the six days, sweeping away the dust and dirt of the old qi, pulling out the three sufferings, and protecting the body with immortal spirits.

Even when the mysterious light above Lingqing's head meets it, there is a feeling of cleansing the body with profound energy and sweeping away the evils.

What's more, the disciples of Tianshi Mansion, Lingji, and Wenjun suddenly felt a kind of ethereal meaning of ascending for three days and pulling away from the mortal world.

However, Lingqing only had a moment of comprehension, and then she pulled out, shaking the innate qi talisman above her head.

First, a little brilliance rises, and then it evolves into yin and yang, three talents, four images, five elements...

With the change of the talisman, all phenomena of heaven and earth evolved in a short time, and a world was derived above the cloud light.

As soon as this world appeared, it sent out an energy mechanism that combined with the triple cloud and sky profound energy, attracting the infinite vitality in the blessed land to gather around.

Then, in the Vientiane Dharma Realm and the triple cloud sky, all kinds of principles and the vitality of the heavens and the earth appeared, and they turned into blossoming flowers that slowly fell down.

This smallpox is not comparable to the vitality of heaven and earth gathered by the sovereignty of the Ling Kingdom when Lingqing was in Lingqiu City.

His and Zhang Hongdao's understanding of the Tao is contained in it together with the profound meaning of the Dao that was pried open by the cloud light.

If you get it, you can randomly get the insights of the two people contained in it, and the mystery of the great way.

The spiritual machine in the seat is closing his eyes to comprehend the righteousness of the three days, and use his profound energy to purify his mind.

He cultivated Wan Qi Transformation Beast Controlling Scripture, influenced by the way of wildness, he would have all kinds of negative emotions such as aggressiveness, cunning, and cruelty in his heart.

Although there are miraculous signs and true energy to help, there are also meritorious virtues such as Vajra Meditation to wash the heart, and Bailuzhen magical charms to refine the mind.

But it is still unavoidable that there will be animal nature hidden in the heart.

Of course, it doesn't mean that having wildness and animality is bad, what he cultivates is the way of wildness, and this wildness and animality are the root.

It's just that after all, one must have a pious heart and control one's desires, so that one can be peaceful and untainted and enter Taoism.

When fighting and fighting, you have to be at ease and free your horses, but you still need Zen like a diamond, and the eight winds are not immovable.

The more the body moves, the more tranquil the mind becomes. One thought of anger burns the sky and shatters the sky, and one thought is pure and untainted and enters Taoism. The truth is that you can let go and accept it.

As a smallpox fell on him, a sense of peace, peace and naturalness rose in his heart.

For a moment, he only felt that he was in the vast grassland and the dark forest.

Under the tranquility and peace, what is hidden is the law of the jungle.

And it is this ubiquitous competition that promotes the prosperity and development of the natural jungle.

All of a sudden, he couldn't help feeling that the more murderous intent is, the more vitality will be revealed.

As the smallpox continued to fall, he only felt that his whole body was melting together, and there was a thought in his heart that was as fierce as a cold light, but this heart was changing in this world, giving birth to a kind of eternal meaning.

What I grasped by inspiration is the meaning of fighting in the jungle, and the vicissitudes of life.

But what Wenjun realized was the artistic conception that the celestial phenomena are virtuous, all things are growing, all trees are competing for spring, and the fire is endless.