All Heavens Gou Xian

Chapter 14 Serving All Beings (2/2)

The starting point of the Xianni universe is here, and so are the variables.

Going around, after all, is a circle.

The real figure of Hua Shen Dao Ren Su Huan disappeared with the wind, and a down-and-out scholar in a rural private school raised his head in a daze, and murmured: "Who am I? Who is me."

There was a flash of divine light in his eyes, the previous dust dissipated, and the spiritual light injected.

I turned into a scholar named Luo Feng.

Years corrected, time went back, the villagers of Wangjia Village raised their heads in a daze, and recalled one thing.

What is the name of the teacher in the private school in the village? It seems that his surname is Luo.

Yes, his surname is Luo. He stayed in the village for several years and never left. He is a rare kind person.

He rolled up his worn cuffs and stuffed a yellowed volume of scriptures into it.

Li Qinglian patted her butt and stood up, walking towards the west side of the village.

Wang's surname is a common surname in the surrounding villages. His ancestors were carpenters. Wang Lin's father was also a skilled carpenter, and he made a living with his craft.

"Crack, snap."

When Father Wang heard the knock on the door, he raised his head in doubt, and looked at the time: "It's already this hour."

Pushing open the door, I saw Luo Feng.

Father Wang was a little surprised and said: "Mr. Luo, why are you here, come in quickly."

He quickly found a chair and invited the guest to sit down.

Luo Feng smiled and said: "Brother Wang, why are you still working as a carpenter? Didn't your family's Tie Zhu enter the fairy gate?"

"With this blessing, you should take a rest and enjoy the blessing."

"Iron pillar."

Speaking of his son, Father Wang narrowed his eyes and showed a smile: "Oh, it's his good fortune that he entered the immortal sect."

"Tie Zhu is a promising kid and doesn't need to be a carpenter. I'm happy for him."

Parents all want their children to be successful, and Father Wang is no exception, rambling on for half an hour.

By the way, thank Luo Feng.

Father Wang said with emotion: "Thanks to learning something from Mr. Luo, he is much smarter, otherwise the immortal would not want him."

Luo Feng listened with a smile, listening to a father's love and pride for his children.

Bit by bit, there is no grandeur of mountains and rivers, no splendor of gods, only the bits and pieces of the countryside, bit by bit.

Luo Feng listened intently.

There is love in the world, the great love of humanity, the splendor of it is no less than the scenery of immortality, Taoism, and the world.

When many immortals have attained enlightenment and ascended to immortality, when will they look back at the world after being invincible.

"You're right, Killing Wang Lin."

Luo Feng said softly in his heart

Points in one dimension, lines in two dimensions, and a world constructed in three dimensions. In the four-dimensional time and space, there is a silent statue.

Father Wang is a real mortal who cannot see Lu Mo, but Luo Feng can see Lu Mo move, walk behind Father Wang, put his shoulders on his shoulders, and remain silent.

Perhaps at this moment, he is not Lu Mo, he is the black-haired Wang Lin.

After a long time, Father Wang seemed to have a feeling in his heart. He looked behind, but found that there was nothing there. He shook his head and sighed: "Actually, it's fine if you don't come back."

"It's fine if you don't come back."

Luo Feng shook his head, how can there be a father who doesn't want his son to come back, but he just lied to himself.

Lu Mo touched slightly, his body trembled, he raised his hand to touch the corners of his eyes, but he didn't feel wet, and his pupils were still indifferent.

Looking around the courtyard, almost all of the woodcarvings look like Wang Lin, ranging from infant Wang Tiezhu, child Wang Tiezhu, young Wang Tiezhu studying, Wang Lin who left home, Wang Lin who is happy, angry, sad, and everything.

Lu Mo walked over one by one and stopped in front of the last statue.

Luo Feng looked over, and the last statue was Wang Lin's appearance when he entered the immortal gate and left home.

Follow the rule of law, rebellious person is immortal, from now on Wang Lin is killing silent.

Realizing that Luo Feng was observing the statue, Father Wang touched the knife and sighed: "Fake, it will be fake after all."

Luo Feng smiled slightly: "That's not necessarily true, Brother Wang, have you heard of the puppet technique?"

"Puppet." Father Wang raised his head in astonishment.

Lu Mo suddenly turned around and stared at Luo Feng.

Luo Feng said calmly: "A puppet is a living puppet. I have learned a little bit and can make a few crude puppets."

"If Brother Wang doesn't mind, let me do it."

Father Wang hesitated for a while, the wood carving was his son, entrusting his thoughts.

Usually it is easy to keep, let others do it.

"It won't be broken." Luo Feng comforted

Father Wang thought for a while, then nodded in relief, wood is worthless, who would draw a piece of wood.

Luo Feng went to the wood carving and fiddled with it for a while, making puppets according to his experience.

A quarter of an hour, a cup of tea, an hour has passed.

Father Wang waited anxiously.

"All right."

Luo Feng clapped his hands and walked over carrying Wang Lin's woodcarving.

Father Wang looked over, and in an instant the woodcarving Wang Lin moved.

As if the real Wang Lin walked behind his old father and beat his back for him.

For a moment, Father Wang burst into tears, as he often did when Wang Lin was still at home. Except that he couldn't speak, this wood carving was exactly the same as Wang Lin.

"Mr. Luo this"

Father Wang looked nervously at Wang Lin, the woodcarver, and said incoherently, "I can't afford this skill."

As a carpenter, he naturally knows what a skillful craft this is.

Turning decay into magic can be called the method of immortals, and the legendary carpenter patriarch did it.

Looking at the excited prince, Luo Feng smiled calmly: "They are all craftsmen, so whatever price you talk about, I will give it to you."

"I'm really sorry, you can also teach me, your carpentry."

The simple and honest father Wang didn't learn any great principles, he couldn't say a few words, he just nodded excitedly: "Okay, okay"

On the contrary, Lu Mo turned around and looked at Luo Feng, as if he knew this person again.Who was the profiteer who asked for money before?

Luo Feng smiled slightly, you are a killing machine, what do you know.

Daluo, who has the world in mind, is a model of humanity.

Daluo is the representative of all living beings and should serve all living beings.

What are sentient beings?

Father Wang is a sentient being, a high-quality sentient being!

Father Wang's carpentry is not exquisite, but it is better than a divine character. Every statue is lifelike, engraving the charm of the characters and scenery.

Skills can reach Tao, art can reach gods, and Wang Lin's achievement of gods is due to his father's contribution.

A small courtyard.

A Daluo listens quietly and sincerely to the skills of a mortal, and listens to his explanation of life experience.

"God, Immortal, Demon, Demon, Immortal, the five transcendent beings of Luotian Dayu."

"This is a god, the road he walked in the past, one of the cornerstones of his detachment."

Luo Feng felt it with his heart, and found a different way from it.

A bit of the charm of Shen Wanglin.

The immortal dao fruit circulates, absorbs power, and presents a continuous 1, 1, 1 perfect dao fruit.

After listening to the lecture for three days in a row, Luo Feng sighed, "Understood!"

He has thoroughly understood the method of wood carving, and began to prepare for the experiment.

The first woodcarving, Luo Feng's depiction is not a person, nor an animal or plant, but also a ball of light.

It is the ball of light, it is the main god, it is zero, and it is also the starting point.

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Chapter 15 Believe it is true, or not believe it is false (1/2)

The Lord God represents the beginning, which is zero, one, or ten thousand, which is a great opportunity, a great starting point, and a great origin.

While the blade was shaking, an ethereal wooden sculpture of the main god took shape.

On the second day, a statue of a young man with handsome features and a hulking waist stood out from the crowd. Standing on one side, he was unstoppable. Luo Feng gave the statue a wooden axe, which was quite earth-shattering.

On the third day, an innocent child, a girl who is beyond the world, took shape in Luo Feng's hands.

On the fourth day, a handsome, but a bit ruffian man was carved out of wood and stood beside the girl.

On the fifth day, a fairy with a fairy demeanor and a childlike face stood in the middle of the water, stepping on a green lotus.

On the sixth day, a boy monk, with vicissitudes on his face, showed the bodhisattva's compassion and intoxication. I don't know how the years have changed. The willow trees at the entrance of the village turned green several times, and the big yellow dog at the gate lost a few teeth.

Luo Feng was immersed in his own world, as if he was really a scholar learning carving techniques.

A vivid statue was born in his hands, men, women, young and old, flowers and plants, animals, heaven and earth scenery, each with its own charm, just like real people.

Sometimes after carving for a long time and staying in the Wang family, the Wang father said with a smile: "Mr. Luo, you are a scholar, don't go to take a test for fame, and become a Jinshi master."

"Why do you want to learn, I have such a superficial skill."

Luo Feng smiled lightly: "Technology is close to Dao, sincerity in skill means sincerity in Dao."

"The world is free, and life is a journey. Obtaining fame is learning, and sculpture is also learning."

"There is no difference."

He carves not wood but life, recalling the past of humanity, just like the sculpture of the king's father is not a portrait, but the emotion for his son, and Wang Lin's statue is to transform into a mortal, sculpture is a god, and what he becomes is also a god.

The last statue was finished, and it was Luo Feng's own image.

It's not the appearance of Tian Zun, the appearance of Shui Jun, or the appearance of the unpredictable incarnations of the heavens, but the ordinary and ordinary youths.

The Lord God is the beginning and Luo Feng is the end.

What you see is different, that is, all appearances, if you can see that all appearances are not appearances, you will see the Tathagata.

Putting down the statue, Luo Feng realized.

From the road of Shenwanglin, by analogy, one realizes the way of Bodhisattva for all living beings.

A mysterious and mysterious Dao rhyme climbed to the Xianni Dao fruit, the Dao Dao tree swayed, and the Xianni Dao fruit located in the second sequence bloomed brightly, mixed with golden yellow, with great light, great wisdom, great compassion, and great perseverance. Feng is now acting like a bodhisattva, and his orthodox scriptures are Buddha fruit, with a little inconspicuous transgression.

Leaving deeds behind is likely to cause mythological conflicts, and the fruit of the Immortal Rebellion is not complete.

But, it doesn't matter, what is what I have heard, what is the Buddhist scriptures, and what is the perfect fruit.

In the end, it is not a matter of Tathagata saying a word.

A little bit of spiritual light turned, and among the vast Buddhist scriptures in Lingshan, a serious scripture quietly appeared.

The Buddha of the Eastern Ming Dynasty said the Infinite Sutra