The sun and the moon alternate, time flies, the little sapling has grown, he understands the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter, he is no longer afraid of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, he feels that he is already very strong, his branches can hold up a sky for the small grass and flowers around him, his roots have been rooted in the depths of the earth; just when he was complacent, the sky began to rain again, the thunder was like a war drum, the sound kept ringing, a lightning bolt suddenly slashed down from the dark clouds, hit the big tree not far away, after a burst of green smoke, the originally strong tree was already scorched black, broken into two。

He was frightened, he was scared, it was an ancient tree that had lasted longer than him, it was a relative who had taught him to take root deep in the ground, how to face the wind and rain, he was sad, he was confused, he didn't know that time was flowing mercilessly, he only felt that his mind was blank, until one day, he saw another sapling grow out of the ground, he woke up, and seemed to see this little sapling after the sunshine, the wind and rain, the cycle of the four seasons, and then thriving.

He found what he needed, which was life and death, which was the cycle of life, like a circle, and there were always many things that reappeared at a certain point in the circle.

He also understood the direction of cultivation, which was to get rid of the shackles of reincarnation, break the shackles of the body, and let the soul be detached, he also understood the true meaning of life, he found himself flying, flying into the clouds, flying over the starry sky, flying over the long river of time, he looked at a person, a familiar person, and then countless memories surged in an instant, as if to burst his brain, when he came to his senses again, he couldn't help but sigh lightly and opened his eyes.

The sky was blue, the clouds were white, soft as cotton, and the wind was soft, like a mother's hand, as if to soothe the pain he had suffered, and to smooth the hidden scars of his heart. The surroundings were no longer gray, the strange stone monument was gone, and under his feet was a small verdant field of wild grass, from which he could feel vigorous vitality, as if there was also a seed in his heart, germinating and growing, and he suddenly understood what a spiritual seed was.

Animism, eagles fly high, rabbits burrow, fruit trees blossom and bear fruit, spring is warm, summer is scorching, stones are hard...

When you understand what the spirit is, you will know what the Dharma is, and if you know what the Dharma is, you will be able to create unique techniques.

The grass is knee-high, swaying in the wind, the waves are undulating, and it is very soft to step on, as if the earth is equipped with springs, and it feels like the whole person is a little lighter.

Tang Bai walked very slowly, and although he was hungry, he understood that the more a person could satisfy his desires, the more careful he had to be.

It's not a good thing to be too careful!

Just like Tang Bai now, when he walked out of the meadow, he saw a mountain, a very large lake, the area of the lake was very wide, the smoke and waves could not see the edge, and the lake water was also very clear, but there was no bottom in sight.

This is a real lake, it is not as beautiful as the lake I have seen before, it is not as pure, but it encompasses all living beings and nourishes many living beings.

There are patches of aquatic plants growing on the edge of the lake, and there is a fire on the side of the aquatic plants, and there is a pile of fish bones on the side of the fire.

This fish is not eaten by cats, because cats do not make fires, only people can make fires.

If he had walked a little faster in the meadow, he would have met the man who had made the fire and grilled the fish, and he wanted to see that man, not that he was hungry, but now he just wanted to find someone to talk to, and how he could get out of the strange Great Yan Tower.

He wasn't a talker, he wasn't a talker, he just felt lonely and, of course, a little scared in this space of ignorance.

The fire was not completely extinguished, wisps of green smoke continued to rise from the dry wood that had not yet been burned, and in the ash heap, there were small sparks.

Tang Bai decided not to regret it, what he had to do now was to relight a fire, catch some more fish, and roast them until they were charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and fill his belly? He pulled the hay at the foot of the mountain, collected dry wood, and went back to the fire and lit it.

It is difficult for him to catch fish, he used to fight in the waves, swim in the boundless water, and it is really an easy task to catch fish.

It's just that, in this time of extreme hunger, when he grilled the fish to a golden charred tenderness, he felt that he had no appetite, and he ate too much raw fish, and the fishy smell had penetrated into his bone marrow and consciousness, making him instinctively resist.

His only hope was the mountains on the edge of the lake, where there might be mountain fruits, maybe pheasants and hares, and he preferred the taste of the prey in the mountains to the smell of fish. He suddenly remembered the monkey who picked up the sesame seeds and threw away the watermelon, was he the monkey? Maybe no one knew that this monkey really didn't like watermelon.

There were no roads in the mountains, and the trees were very large, and the branches of the trees were very irregular, and they were surrounded by thorns and shrubs, and the weeds were tall enough to be man's feet, and there was no ground to put them under.

Mr. Lu Xun was not wrong, there was no road in the world, and the road was cut with a sword, but fortunately he had a sword in his hand and a knife hanging from his waist.

The kitchen knife is not much different from the wood knife, and it is sharper, so it is extremely fast, the snakes and insects on the branches, whether they attack or not, will be at both ends under the light of the knife in his hand, and if there is a pot, it is good to make a pot of snakes.

Pheasants and hares did not, maybe eaten by snakes, these guys are always unexpected, cold-blooded and ruthless.

The further he went, the denser the jungle became, and the more rugged the mountains became, even as he kept swinging his knife to cut through the vines, thorns, and weeds around him. And the dead branches that stood in the way, and a large part of his clothes were torn apart, and just as he sighed where the wild beasts in the mountains had gone, there was a sound of dead branches breaking in the distance, and the roar of wild beasts, and in the blink of an eye, a wild boar the size of a bull flew out of the jungle, and before he could make a move, he saw a group of wild bees behind him, each the size of a thumb, like a dark cloud, covering the sky and the sun, and flying straight in his direction.

He didn't think much about it, instinctively pulled his legs and ran, and when he looked back, he found that the wild boar was full of wild bees, and it was scurrying around in pain, and a clearing was instantly formed around it, and the big tree that needed to be hugged by several people was also knocked into the fallen leaves.

At this time, he did not dare to stay, and the speed of his escape became faster and faster, and he suddenly felt a pain in his forehead, and thought that he had been pricked by wild bees, and then his arms, back, and thighs were pricked one after another, but fortunately he was not far into the mountain, and was very close to the lake, and just as he was about to be surrounded by wild bees, he jumped into the water lake.

The water was very cool, and the pain of the bee seemed to have been reduced a lot, and he didn't dare to swim deeper, God knows if there was a man-eating monster in the depths of this lake, and he wasn't Ultraman.

After surfacing the surface, the wild bees had already flown away, and occasionally one or two were still 'buzzing' in the air, but Tang Bai ignored them, these two guys must have fallen behind and couldn't find their way home.

There was some pain on his forehead, in fact, there was some pain in many places on his body, but the place where he reached out and touched it was still his forehead, because it was the most convenient, and because there was already a big bag there.

He decided to go to the mountains anyway, he had been hungry for many days, and if he continued like this, he would starve to death, and he had thought of many ways to die, but he had never thought of starving to death, which would make people feel aggrieved.

Cautiously walking down the split mountain road, he saw the more aggrieved boar, which must not have thought that he would die under the poisonous needles of wild bees.

When an unlucky man sees an even more unlucky pig, he feels comforted for no reason, and his heart is happy.

He suddenly felt that human nature was inherently evil.

The wild boar is very heavy, and the ideal way is to cut off a large piece of fine meat and take it away, which will save a lot of effort, not to mention that now he really feels weak in his limbs, but he still gritted his teeth and carried this wild boar, which was seven or eight hundred pounds, and he was afraid that the smell of blood when cutting the wild boar would attract more powerful beasts.

The location of the fire has changed, the distance from the lake is farther away, and the surroundings are more open, so there is a sense of security.

The fire did not burn much, the wild boar did not clean, a large piece of fine meat scurried on the branches, the forks fixed on both sides carried its weight, the oil drippeds into the fire, and a flame always rose after the explosion, and at this time Tang Bai could not help swallowing his saliva.

Waiting for food can be unbearable, especially when you're hungry, time passes slower than ever. So he decided not to wait any longer, just when the barbecue was already seven medium-cooked, he picked up the branch and took a big bite on the barbecue, the hot temperature made his mouth and tongue numb, and even tears flowed out, but he still took a second bite without hesitation.

It is a very happy thing for a very hungry person to be satisfied, but to eat too much is very unhappy, even uncomfortable, as is the case with Tang Bai now, but he still stood up, filled the bag of animal skins that he had obtained from the desert, cut a wooden wedge again and plugged the mouth of the bag, put a piece of roasted meat in his bosom, and followed the trampled grass on the edge of the lake, and followed the people who appeared to barbecue by the lake.

Tracking is a technical task, especially in such a strange place, and there are unknown dangers.

There were no deserts, no wild beasts, no roads, only weeds as tall as sorghums, leading to a series of hills that were like graves in a cemetery.

Perhaps the endless hill was originally a tomb, and it was the immortal cultivators who had broken into the Great Yan Pagoda over the years to be buried.

Tang Bai chased for a long time, night and day kept alternating, he chased out of the continuous mountains, he had long forgotten to help the girl and the beautiful woman get the scriptures, he chased from spring to summer, and did not catch up with the man who was eating fish by the lake, in fact, he knew that he had lost it, he was just looking for a way out of the tower, otherwise he would feel that he would go crazy.

He wasn't going to chase it, because he had encountered a volcano, and he couldn't climb over the volcano in front of him.