The Great Tao Chronicle

The Eight Treasures Taoist looked at An Qisheng carefully.

It is the spiritual rhythm born in the supernatural power, and it is most clear about the horror of the five-color divine light that once amazed the ancients.

Great Zhou Taizu's celestial posture, even in ancient times, few people can match, such a person is qualified to become a Buddha and an ancestor.

Can he be judged by him as the five-color divine light of the king of the top ten divine powers, how easy is it?

You know, even if it is itself, there is only a "not bad" evaluation in its mouth.

Such a series of magical powers have already been channeled between heaven and earth, and they can find their own inheritors, which is definitely not something that anyone can master.

But it wants to see this man for another reason.

"A catastrophe is imminent?"

An Qisheng smiled, noncommittal, turned to glance at the dark starry sky, and said, "The person who splits the starry sky to hide the corpse with the method of sumer mustard seeds should not be a fellow Taoist, right?"

"Xumi mustard seed supernatural power is not compatible with me, and it is not easy to open up a starry sky to accommodate the body of the Taoist."

Daoist Babao's eyes flashed: "Daoist friend is not curious, what is the catastrophe I said?"

It's really curious.

Although the person in front of him has five-colored divine light, his cultivation is not high, and he has no primordial spirit. Where did he get so calm?

It seems that there is no fear or worry at all.

It has seen quite a few people since the birth of Lingyun, and at this time, it is still a little surprising.

"Know how, don't know how?"

An Qisheng's eyes opened and closed, and his tone became more and more dull: "It's just soldiers coming to block the water and cover the soil."

He still has six desires and seven emotions, and fears and worries will also arise, but he has entered the world of dreams and is now after experiencing many things.

The leisurely things will no longer set off ripples in his heart.

Compared with the so-called catastrophe, he was more curious about the Eight Treasures Daoist in front of him.

The elf born in this magical power is far stronger than the obsessive remnant soul of Brahma Wuyi before.

He was only three feet tall, and half a head shorter than Gong Yang Yan, but his aura was not much worse than that of the corpse lying across the sea of ​​stars beneath him.

It can even be said that he has seen the strongest breath in this world.

"A good soldier will come to block."

The Eight Treasures Taoist picked up the wine jug and poured a glass for each of them. He no longer pretended to be mysterious, and said:

"I've seen quite a few people since I was born, but I'm still confused. After tens of thousands of years of thinking, there's no answer. Can fellow Daoists teach me?"

Its voice was still high and harsh, but it was more gentle, as if there was no malice at all.

An Qisheng held the cup without drinking, and just nodded when he heard the words: "I would like to hear the details."

"What is the human heart? What are people's so-called emotions and desires?"

The Eight Treasures Daoist drank the wine in the glass, and a ray of light appeared in his clear eyes, as if he was caught in a memory:

"I once knew a 'person' who came from a very poor background, rushing around every day just to feed his stomach, at sunrise and sunset at sunset, boring and dull, although he was tired, he was happy every day..."

hum~

Not far away, Gong Yangyan suddenly heard a faint humming sound, followed the sound and saw that as the Eight Treasures Daoist spoke, a little light gathered in the surrounding void, spontaneously manifesting a mirror image of the picture. Come.

The dome, the blue sky, the big sun, the light, the mountains, the wilderness...until a bustling and noisy town.

Vaguely, it seems that a young man is running around all day, busy and sleepy.

"Later, this young man met a man, and the Taoist saw that he was pitiful and taught him a subtle method. After that, the young man really got rid of his difficulties, and three meals a day is no longer a problem..."

The Eight Treasures Taoist said slowly, and the scenes in front of him also changed, except that the young man was invisible, everything else was the same as the real thing.

At this point, the Taoist Eight Treasures suddenly paused and looked at An Qisheng: "My fellow Taoist seems to have a much higher level of cultivation than a Confucian scholar I saw back then. Obviously, he has a lot of knowledge. Do you know what will happen to this young man?"

"I run around all day just because I'm hungry, and when I'm full, I think about clothes. I have enough food and clothing, and I want a beautiful wife."

An Qisheng squeezed the cup, and he had no trouble.

He has the ability to dream, and he naturally sees too much about people's hearts.

As soon as Daoist Babao opened his mouth, he already guessed what he wanted to say.

"Yes......"

The Taoist Eight Treasures nodded: "I have enough food and clothing, and I want a sweet wife and a concubine, and I have a good farm, but I sigh that I have no officials and no wealth..."

Speaking of this, the Eight Treasures Daoist waved his hand, and the picture in front of him suddenly trembled, and then the light and shadow on it flowed and changed in many ways.

An Qisheng looked.

I saw that the young man had to eat and think of clothes, already had thousands of acres of fertile land, had no boats and horses, and thought about officials and lords.

After all kinds of changes, I finally sat in the main hall in the north, and then I read to cross the crane and ride the dragon. . . .

All the scenes are vivid, and there is no flaw in it. It seems that there is such a young man's life that unfolds in front of the two of them.

screen, here we are.

"Do you know, fellow Daoist, what words did the young man leave behind when he ascended to the sky by dragon?"

The Eight Treasures Daoist looked at An Qisheng, and without waiting for him to ask, he spoke again: "He said, 'Once you hold the fruit of longevity, you want to compare yourself with God!'"

Desire to argue with God!

Gong Yangyan was shocked when he heard this sentence, and he was shocked at first, and then shook his head again.

Legend has it that above the six heavens, there is an imperial court called Huangtian, which rules the heavens and the earth.

Although the Lord of the Imperial Court has been left behind from the legend without a few words, if he really exists, it must be the most noble existence between heaven and earth.

An Qisheng dropped the cup, opened his mouth, and was slightly curious: "Who is this person?"

The Eight Treasures Taoist did not answer, but sighed slightly: "The little boy in the bitter cold land has to eat and look for clothes, until the end, he has to fight for the emperor with heaven...

Human desire, what is it? Is it this boy? No, it should be said, everyone is like this, right? "

The Eight Treasures Daoist seemed to be asking An Qisheng, and he seemed to be asking himself, "What do you think, fellow Daoist?"

It can't figure it out, it can't understand.

It was born in the aura, it can sit on the ground for 30,000 years, or sleep for a long time, and it never cares about all kinds of foreign objects, whether it is there or not.

I really can't understand why a young man who only wants to be full can't satisfy his cravings.

"People's desires are endless, but this heart does not move, it just moves randomly."

An Qisheng poured wine for each other with wine glasses, and he had some guesses about the identity of this young man in his heart.

"This heart doesn't move, it moves randomly..."

The Eight Treasures Taoist chewed on these words for a long time before loosening his brows and answering An Qisheng's question:

"This young man can be the Great Xia Taizu Yu, the Great Zhou Taizu 'Tang', the master of the Taoist Palace, the old Buddha from Mount Sumeru, or the common people..."

"For some people, if I have nothing, the world should not have it. The inferiority of human beings is the best among all ethnic groups. Daoists want to understand this truth."

An Qisheng naturally understood what he was talking about, but he still shook his head: "You are too biased."

"It has only been tens of thousands of years since Confucius passed down the law, but today's younger generations have forgotten the past. What morality, etiquette, and bottom line are just things that regulate mortals."

The Eight Treasures Taoist stared deeply at An Qisheng and said lightly:

"Compared with ordinary people, practitioners are like humans and ants because of the existence of vision, supernatural powers, and immortal arts. There is a huge gap between practitioners. For some beings, practitioners are also ants.

I hold the corpse and imprison myself here for tens of thousands of years. How can it be for no reason? "

The Eight Treasures Taoist shook his head slightly, but he didn't care to say his predicament.

"All souls have desires, not just human beings? Even a saint may not really have no desires and no desires."

An Qisheng sighed in his heart.

Even an elf born under human supernatural powers seems to have a very poor impression of the human race, which really made him feel a little emotional.

The Eight Treasures Taoist didn't care either, and said to himself:

"In ancient times, there was a great saying, only by understanding the 'one mind' can we hope to detach, but this human heart is more subtle and incomprehensible than everything in the world."

"Fellow Daoist is neither human nor intentional, so why bother with this?" An Qisheng replied lightly, holding the wine glass.

The Eight Treasures Daoist looked back and asked, "I was born of a human being, so how can I not care?"

An Qisheng looked directly at the Daoist: "What do you want to do, fellow Daoist?"

"I have no malice towards fellow Daoists. The five colors of divine light are not compatible with me, and I have absolutely no greed."

The Eight Treasures Taoist did not hide anything, and said calmly: "I invite Taoist friends to come here, just for my Taoist master."

"Van Wuyi?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly, his eyes swept over the giant corpse across the sea of ​​stars under him: "How did he die?"

The request of the Eight Treasures did not surprise An Qisheng.

Since entering this starry sky, he has already sensed the condition of this giant corpse, and he can naturally perceive that this giant corpse still has a trace of vitality.

But there is only a ray of vitality.

This is of course the reason for the Xumi Mustard Seed Starry Sky, but the more fundamental reason is that Brahma Wuyi itself is too tyrannical.

But the more difficult the cultivator is, the more difficult it is for him to be born against death once he is dead.

When Brahma was in full bloom, it was already the achievement of the Dharma body, and it was already a four-star in the system of Daoyitu.

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"Tens of thousands of years ago, the Taoist master, Buddha and martial arts, became one, manifested the holy achievement, and the two paths paralleled, and even reached the pinnacle of heaven and immortality. , but it’s hard to come back.”

The Eight Treasures Daoist's eyes dimmed, and his tone couldn't help but drop a lot:

"He gave birth to a second heart."

"Two hearts?"

An Qisheng's heart moved, but it was somewhat clear: "The remnant of the soul outside was obsessed with you, did you do it on purpose?"

"People have all kinds of desires, and they have a hundred kinds of thoughts. But if the practitioner can't be single-minded, there will be great disasters. My family's Taoist entered the Brahma family, just want to use Buddhism to smash all the desires of martial arts, but unfortunately it is difficult to return. Later, Taoism The Lord can't do it, go to the Taoist Palace Xumi again, and ask for a comment..."

The Eight Treasures Taoist nodded first, and then looked at An Qisheng with a solemn and solemn expression:

"If you want to break two hearts, ask for one heart!"