After being dressed as the evil god

The Diancang Mountain Fa Conference is coming to an end.

The one hundred and eight-tone bell finally comes down to one question: Why do you want to practice?

For longevity, for power, for saving people, for the Tao... all of them, if you go to the bottom, can you find the same, most fundamental answer?

Among a group of meditating monks, the old man stood up and stretched his legs and feet, took out the bigu pills given to him by the boy from his arms, chewed one, and then slowly punched a set of health-preserving slow fists .It stands out from the crowd.

The nearby monks also knew about this mortal old man who practiced differently.Next to him, a monk wearing a crown who was tired of sitting loosened his crossed legs and leaned loosely on the tree. He pulled out the chaos in his heart, raised his head and asked, "Old man, what did you hear?"

The old man has never practiced, and he has been an ordinary person all his life. The closest relationship with practice is in the past few days, so he naturally would not have such questions as "why should he practice".

The old man looked at the group of monks who looked younger than him but were much older than him, and got along comfortably: "I didn't hear anything, I just thought about my whole life."

"This lifetime?" asked the monk wearing the crown.

These days, they have gradually learned about the origin of the old man.He is not a high-ranking official, nor has he experienced any thrilling things. He is just an ordinary person's life. He has been through difficulties, relaxed, busy, and leisurely. He has friends who like him and neighbors who hate him. Witnessing the birth of a child... In such a lifetime, what did he think of from the clock?

"All my life, I've wanted to understand one thing: Do what you want without breaking the rules." The old man said slowly, his eyes were long, and he had the charm of understanding wisdom, "Not breaking the rules is not restricting what you want, and you can only do what you want if you don't go beyond the rules. "

The donkey who has been strolling freely for the past two days screamed "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!", I don't know where to play and take off.

The old man closed his eyes, laughed a few times, and turned back into an ordinary little old man. He waved to several monks and said, "But I can't do it completely. I'll go and see my donkey."

Do what you want and don't overstep the rules.

Why do you want to practice?

The elegant red-crowned cranes follow the wind and clouds, and their ink-like wings flutter in the wind.

The god asked her what it was when the wind didn't move. During this period of time, she thought and pondered in various ways, and she also had some vague thoughts.

Looking at the world, when flowers bloom, you are happy, and when flowers fade, you are sad.Are sorrows and joys yourself?Sorrows and joys turn with flowers blooming and fading, and sorrows and joys belong to flowers.

Go with the wind, the wind moves freely, and the wind stops you.Is the freedom and distress your own?Freedom and difficulty turn with the wind, freedom and difficulty are the wind.

The heart is controlled by external objects, where is the freedom?Where is Xiaoyao?

But she couldn't stop.

Immortals seek longevity.If the wind stops, the wind will dissipate.

What did she practice for in the first place?

It seems to be because she saw an old crane.The feathers are sparse, the eyes are dim, and they can no longer fly.

She seemed to see her future from that crane.

Aging, embarrassment, illness, death...the most feared thing is sinking into the samsara due to incomplete karma, and there is no chance of detachment.

Layers of fear enveloped her.

Immortals seek freedom, but desires are boundless, and people become puppets of desires.Whoever controls what he wants, whoever controls the thread of puppetry.

Birth and death in exile are not the root of suffering. If you give up the Tao out of fear of death, it is tantamount to destroying the scissors that can cut the thread with your own hands.

All living beings in the world have already suffered a lot of crimes for no reason because of chaos, should they turn into weirdness that he manipulates at will as he wants?

She knew, but she was still afraid.

She has seen death many times, with rotten skin, rotten flesh, and miserable bones... Later she realized that death is not the end, but reincarnation is even more terrifying.Who knows where the next life will fall?

The wind supported her, not falling, not resting.

A communication technique hooked her consciousness.

"Ding Qin?"

"No matter where you are, I will definitely find you." The opposite party breathed lightly, vowed to practice, and dispelled her deepest fear.

The wind stopped.

Baihong fell with the wind, and his slender feet landed on an old pine tree. The bark of the pine tree was cracked like scales, and it held firm in the wind.

The wind moves from stillness, which is called the wind rises, and the wind stops before the wind rises.

Gentleness is the wind, wildness is the wind, warmth is the wind, cold is the wind... The wind is impermanent and changeable.There is no permanence in the world, and the quiet place where there is no wind is the place where the wind blows.Wind scattered is change, and wind rise is also change.The so-called time when the wind is still is also the time when it is moving.There is permanence in the world, only impermanence is permanence.Therefore, movement and stillness are one, and reality and reality are the same.

Taking impermanence and change as freedom is to attribute freedom to external objects, and the internal environment changes with the external environment, and you will end up feeling uncomfortable.

She regarded the thousand-plus years by the Jiuqu River as imprisoned, and she imprisoned herself.What she cultivates is herself, not the wind.

Gather and disperse at will, and I am all about movement and stillness.

This is the way of the wind.

What is it when the wind is still?

This question was not about Feng Zhishi's situation.What was asked was the change of movement and stillness, the way of reality and reality, and what she had cultivated.

Bai Hong showed a smile.

"Yeah." She responded in a low voice, closing her eyes and falling into meditation.

She was no longer so afraid.

Even if all her cultivation is empty and she wanders somewhere, her Dao heart will not let her down.

Practice in mind.

Diancang Mountain Road Bell is leisurely, tracing back to the source.

Why do you want to practice?

The immortal way seeks longevity, the immortal way seeks happiness, and the immortal way seeks to be a mere mortal body, reaching the ethereal avenue.

The immortal way does not seek chaos, the immortal way seeks—the mad heart that dares to reach the way of heaven and earth, and the chaos that wants to destroy the way, are endless enemies!

The strange catastrophe begins to be solved from then on.

……

Emperor Yin stands on a high platform.He felt the changes between the heaven and the earth. The immortal practitioners in this world used hostility towards him to resist the degenerate desire to survive.

Chaos didn't care about that.All living beings are very angry with him, but he has no hatred for all living beings.He only desires.The same is true of the gods.

His purpose is not to win, not to kill the opponent, not to take revenge and torture, but to achieve his own way.So there is no need for them to fight each other when they are not sure, like mortals tearing apart in embarrassment in the arena of life and death. The purpose of seeking is getting farther and farther.

They never really matched up, it wasn't the timing.

They were all preparing and waiting, and Hun Chao didn't know how they were getting ready, but he was already ready.

In the altar, the black jade is the steps, the gold and stone are the railings, and there is a canal outside the first step, and the canal is filled with mercury.The small square boxes of ebony were ups and downs in the silver river, faintly following certain rules.

On the ninth floor is a round high platform with maps of various countries engraved on it. In the center of the platform stands a huge stone tripod. I don’t know what is accumulated in the tripod. I can only see white smoke overflowing like a cloud, and it does not go up. Walking, but flowing down, slowly dripping out and laying on the platform, and then flowing down layer by layer along the nine dark stone steps, layer by layer floating on the nine water galaxies.

When the smoke flowed over the small square box made of ebony, small whirlpools were formed, driving the nearby smoke, undulating into strange waves, and surrounding the altar almost like a fairyland.

The smoke became thinner and thinner as it went down, as if it had been sucked away by the undulating ebony box in the Milky Way of water. When it reached the high platform, there was only a layer of smoke that was so thin that it was almost invisible.The courtiers of Yin State were immersed in the smoke, knelt and kowtowed.

The people of the Yin Kingdom gathered outside the altar and in the temples, and the ghost monks from the mountains gathered in front of the wooden and stone niches, each of them was worshiping devoutly, and every place where the black eyeballs and white eyeballs meet were blinded. With a thin layer of smoke.

This is a national festival.

Such a big movement, but outside of Yin and Ji, almost no one knows - this is the territory of chaos.

Emperor Yin curled his lips. This grand sacrifice was not only held in the name of Great Yin, but also Ji, and Luliang and Sui Min. Whether they wanted it or not, as long as Emperor Yin was the co-lord of the world, they had to recognize it. !

In the nether world, the nine yellow springs suddenly stirred up waves, as if countless coffin boats were swaying, trying to float up from the bottom of the nether world, and a great will descended from the mortal world, intending to set up the god of the ferryman of the nether world in the nether world.

If this divine position is established, if sentient beings want to cross the underworld and re-enter reincarnation, they must go through the ferry of the underworld ferryman, and they will no longer be able to lead themselves by the underworld.All living beings in the world are in his hands.

The woman's beard rose suddenly, and she slashed obliquely with the long knife, sinking many coffin ships, and the deep and lonely meaning in the underworld suddenly condensed, resisting the will of the mortal world.

The throne of the Ferryman of the Underworld cannot be established, and the will from the mortal world cannot be removed—it is the will to establish the throne for the common recognition of the people of all countries in the name of the mortal countries and the common master of the world.

The incense condensed by this will is continuous, carrying the most fearful, saddest, and most pious thoughts of mortal beings towards death, and presses down heavily on the nether world.

……

Yaoming is in Jiuquan, and Jun Lian wants to hold a pole.

The fine color is precious and should be prepared, please come down and hear me.

My relatives are wandering in confusion, and I am sad and sad.

It's so dangerous and painful, I pray for your mercy.

……

Nuxu put away the bone blade and sat down on Huangquan, her will was like the sharpest blade.

Pity?Why do you need to pray for the pity of the illusory thief?

I split my own way!

Xi Chen'an looked at the cloud-like incense above the Yellow Spring, and then at the vigorous female beard. After his complexion changed several times, he gritted his teeth and drew out a bottomless pit from the netherworld. Forcibly pull the incense back out of the nether world.

The big ghost king, who loves life, looked at these incense sticks and began to sigh. He fumbled from his skin and muttered, "Why do you always want to die? Live well while you're alive."

……

There are ghost kings guarding the nether world, temporarily stalemate with the great sacrifice in the world.

Yin Tianzi didn't care at all, he used the majestic and terrifying incense to restrain You Ming, as if he was putting pressure all the time, but he didn't take it seriously.

He seems to be still waiting.

What is he waiting for?

Passing through the cloud-like smoke and the altar polished by black jade, in the underground of this altar, which no one knows, there is another altar that is built upside down and contrasted with the altar on the ground.Nine floors of downward steps lead to the most central location, but there is not a platform, but a deep pool filled with mercury, the surface of which is like a silver mirror.

Standing by the lake was a stooped man with gray hair and many deep wrinkles on his face. Every wrinkle drooped downwards, and even his eyelids drooped, showing a look of resentment. Like a grounded mortal, there is nothing special about it.

But the clothes on him are very conspicuous - it is a nine-color woven dress, with a flat-edged colorful woven cloth crown on his head, a wooden staff in his hand, and a nine-color silk sash tied with a silk sash. A bell is attached to each end.

He stood beside the pool of mercury, but the mirror-like surface of the pool failed to reflect his figure.

……

On the ground, in the map engraved on the top of the altar, there was a sudden earthquake above the two countries of Lu and Min, which forcibly dispersed a lot of the smoke floating above. It is as if the opening of the dam has been blocked by two drainage holes.

There seems to be a voice coming from somewhere in the dark. It is the lords of Lu and Min who are reciting the appeal, denouncing Yin's chaos, unkindness, disasters, tyranny, heresy... All kinds of crimes are accused of praying to the court of God. The position of the king of the world.

Liang and Sui took a step back, and also began to discuss the Great Yin.

Yin Tianzi sneered, and the four sides of the stone tripod lit up with golden and clumsy lines, which were the deeds made with the rulers of the countries after the Great Yin unified the countries 700 years ago, carved on the stone tripod as a proof, and thought it was immortal.Could it be that they unilaterally tore up this contract that was jointly established by all nations?

The map on the stone platform was once again covered by smoke, and in the turbulent smoke, the struggle between the two parties was hidden at an incredible level.

Yin Tianzi still looked very relaxed.What about Shenting?Taiyin hides in the lunar star and cannot come out, so how many things can he do in the name of Shenting?

Fire suddenly appeared in the cloud-like smoke. There was no flame, but a bright red light pierced the smoke. It was not only the smoke flowing on the ground, but also the layer that was blinded by the monks. There was a thin layer of smoke, and there were bright flames in it.

The smoke swayed, and the great sacrifice also swayed, and even the stone tripod on the altar began to dim.

The foundation of the Great Yin's state was shaken, and the fate of Lu Min, Sui and Liang began to struggle to escape Yin's control.

This is Lord Yan's handwriting.Yin Tutang people's numerology should not be extinct, although it died, but the remaining energy is not extinct.The chaotic Great Yin stole the remaining energy of the Yin Tutang people, and based on it, it was established just now.Lord Yan is in charge of the world's firewood, and he has the ability to shake the foundation of Great Yin.

But Lord Yan knew about this, so how could Hun Chao not know?How do you know that the flaw he left is not a trap?

Tang Ren is dead, even if the remaining energy is not exhausted, who can inherit it?Yintu is the Yintu of the Tang people. Even if the mysterious bird is found, how can a totem inherit the fortune of a country?Since there is no so-called orthodoxy, why can't the flames of the Great Yin be ignited by this firewood without an owner?

Lord Yan wants to use his way to cut off the vital energy of Yin, so let's try it.

At this time, it was time for them to really touch each other.

Hun Chao allowed the incarnation of Yin Tianzi to be more and more difficult under Yan Jun's suppression. He waited for Yan Jun's Tao to get more and more entangled here, and waited for this god who had caused him countless troubles for 12 years and was still intact. , he showed his flaws, Yin Tianzi couldn't grasp this flaw, but Hun Chao could.At that time, it was when he started...

When the golden pattern on the stone cauldron was dim and nearly disappeared, Hun Chao moved, but suddenly felt that the cause and effect of the world were as dense as a spider's web and as sharp as a blade, and layers of locks were pressing against him, making him unable to move.

Changyang?He is half disabled now, how dare he make a move!