Since he had Liang Xin, Zhou Jingfang, and Zhao Qi's aunt, Meng Li rarely went shopping by himself, and what he wore was bought for him by a few stunning women.

The wind blew stronger and stronger, and the whistling sound reached Meng Li's ears, like a giant standing up to the sky and the earth roaring on the grassland in the distance. However, the quality of this tent worth 8,000 is really good, it is windy and rainy outside, but several synthetic brackets of the tent support support a relatively stable small space, like a safe shelter in the storm.

Meng Li wanted to take out his mobile phone to check the time, but when he took it out, he found that the mobile phone was out of power and automatically turned off, and the mobile phone has not been charged these days, although it has not been used because there is no signal after entering the grassland, but it has also run out of power.

He "throw" his mobile phone back into the Creation Tower, took out a watch from it, and saw that it was almost six o'clock in the afternoon. Meng Li took out a camping lamp and hung it on a plastic hook on the side of the tent, and the tent suddenly lit up. It was just a hook attached to the tent, and the tent was swaying by the wind and rain, and the lamp swayed with the tent, and the light swayed.

Meng Li lay down again, his hands on his head, and quietly listened to the sound of rain outside.

Listening, I couldn't help but think of a poem written by Jiang Jie, a lyricist in the Southern Song Dynasty, entitled "Listening to the Rain".

Said: "The young man listens to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle is dim. In the middle of the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk's house, the temples have stars. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and before the first step, every bit is until dawn. ”

This word describes the state of mind of listening to the rain at three different stages of youth, middle age, and old age, Meng Li carefully recalled, he can only be said to be a teenager at his age, but he can't help but have the feeling of old age. Listening to the rain alone on this uninhabited prairie, there is no teenager who envies the red dust. There is no helplessness in middle-aged people for power, for money, and for the hardships they have experienced to come and go. His state of mind is more like that of an old man, who has gone through vicissitudes of life.

"It's a feeling of heaviness. Although he has experienced many things, he is still only a young man after all, and he has a sense of old age, in addition to his old character, most of them have encountered bizarre things, and now he has the most powerful power on the earth, which is different from the pursuit of the world...... Others pursue money and power. Pursue femininity while ...... yourself In the past, the pursuit was to let my sister and the people around me live well, but now this pursuit has been achieved, and now, what I am pursuing, it seems, is only ...... Phoenix. ”

Outside the tent has become a world of rain, and the raindrops are like drumbeats that are extremely dense, beating on the tent, as if trying to break through the tent. Even the light of lightning is not coming from the sky, as if it is cheering for the raindrops. Meng Li stayed in the tent, his eyes closed. Thinking about the bits and pieces of my short life, analyzing my mood changes along the way, trying to know a real self.

It is said that the most difficult thing for people to see clearly is themselves, and Meng Li feels that this is true.

In the past, Meng Li really thought that he was different from other men, and he was not lustful, but now that he thinks about it, it is not like that.

Look at the women around you. Liang Xin and Zhou Jingfang, the two women, really can't let go of themselves. In addition, there is Luo Duxi, who seems to have a trace of indescribable feelings with himself.

"I'm so distracted." Meng Li didn't open his eyes. Shaking his head, as if it was the first time he saw that he was such a person.

At this moment. Meng Li's mood is complicated, he doesn't want to spend his heart on his own, he likes this, and he likes that, which will hurt the people he cares about, but he can't afford to hold the sword that can cut off the love thread, especially Liang Xin and Zhou Jingfang, he can't choose between the two.

"Alas......" After a long time, Meng Li, who had his eyes closed, sighed softly.

"After all, I am not an ordinary person, ordinary people live to eighty or ninety is already a long life, and there are not a few in the whole world who can live past a hundred years old, and I can live to be two hundred years old, three hundred years old, and may even live to be a thousand years old, ten thousand years old, or even longer, in such a long time, if there are not a few caring people to accompany me, will I suffocate to death?"

Although he knew that he was thinking like this, he really made excuses for his own attention, but Meng Li couldn't care so much. When a person is above sentient beings, the rules of the sentient beings below him can no longer bind this detached being.

Meng Li no longer thought nonsense, got up and walked out of the tent, regardless of the wind and rain, came directly to the grassland, looking at the rainy night in the dark, Meng Li pinched out the finger sword in his right hand, and began to use his finger as a pen to write the first word of the Heart Sutra of Creation in the air.

Once, twice, three times......

Meng Li wrote very seriously and devotedly, letting the wind and rain blow on him, he seemed to be invisible, but just wrote the first Sinnoh character over and over again in the air with his finger sword.

There are a total of eighty-one layers of the Creation Tower, and there is only one rune in the Creation Heart Sutra on the eighty-first floor, and the most runes in the Creation Heart Sutra on the first layer are ninety-nine eighty-one, and now Meng Li is cultivating the first of these eighty-one runes, after continuous cultivation, he has comprehended ninety-nine percent of the true meaning of the first rune, and he is only a little short of being able to understand the first rune thoroughly!

Meng Li believed that as long as he understood the true meaning of the first rune 100%, there would definitely be earth-shaking changes.

In the heavy rain, Meng Li felt that he had touched the opportunity to break through.

As he wrote, all his mind was immersed in the true meaning of the first rune, and he entered the realm of enlightenment without joy and without self.

I don't know how many times he wrote the first rune of the Heart Sutra of Creation, and suddenly, Meng Li seemed to see a glimmer of light at the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, and was immediately shocked to the spot, motionless, a golden rune slowly lit up in his mind, as if knocking on a mysterious door.

Rumble!

Meng Li's whole body trembled again, all the strength of his body, and even all the internal breath surged towards a mysterious place in his brain, gathering all of Meng Li's essence and spirit, whether it was internal breath or soul power, all converged on that mysterious "point", and then, with a bang, it exploded, blowing up a mysterious door.

At this moment, Meng Li's life essence level suddenly sublimated.

At this moment, Meng Li finally succeeded in opening up the "Sea of Knowledge".

The first character of the eighty-one characters of the first layer of the Heart Sutra of Creation was thoroughly comprehended, and the sea of knowledge was opened, and Meng Li's cultivation of the Heart Sutra of Creation and Transformation finally entered the threshold and had preliminary results.

Since then, his path of immortal cultivation has truly been on the right track, and from then on, even his cultivation methods have begun to change. (To be continued)