Simao smiled: "When you talk about me, don't worry if you don't want to dislike me, say it, don't talk about it."

Lao Dao shook his head and shook his head, and there were words in his mouth: "The Tao is a thing, but it is a trance." In a trance, there is an elephant in it, and in a trance, there is a ,...... in it."

"Is it okay to talk about people?" Simao was disgusted when he saw him pretending to be a ghost.

"Taoism has a kind of inner family mind, in which the supreme realm is the unity of heaven and man, and the unity of heaven and man in Huashan a road is into the quiet, into the quiet, straight into the realm, the Tianmu acupoint can see the gods, such as smelling insects, birds, strange fragrance, beautiful women are picturesque, a variety of mountains and rivers, pavilions and pavilions are as vivid as in front of you....."

Simao interjected excitedly: "So I have practiced Taoist magic skills and entered the realm of transformation?"

Lao Dao snorted, and then said from above: "These are called demon realms, only after passing this level, turning a blind eye, hearing but not hearing, and the heart is like stopping water, can we realize the wonder of the unity of heaven and man."

Simao couldn't help but be deflated, and felt unwilling to think about it: "Didn't you just say it was a good thing?" Why did you say that I had entered the Demon Realm in a blink of an eye? ”

Lao Dao pouted: "If you don't enter the magic realm, where can you enter the fairy realm?" These two are already interdependent, there is no black, how do you know white? Without good, how can you know evil? ”

Simao fiddled with the remaining meat and bones in front of him, and muttered: "It sounds a little reasonable, but it means that you haven't said anything, is there any dry goods?"

"Useful is in the back. I guess what you dream of is really your past and present life....."

Simao looked at Lao Dao with disdain: "Do I have so many past and present lives?"

"Why not? The reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, life after life, and even infinity, what you dream of is your own countless reincarnations, but fragmented, some do evil, some do good, if you can't hold the yuan in this life, and explore these demon realms, I'm afraid that you can't enter the fairyland is small, and it is possible to fall into illusion and go crazy in your life, that is a big deal. ”

Simao was struck by lightning in an instant, and countless electric and flint pasts flashed in his mind, some of them were hideous and murderous, and some of the green lanterns and ancient Buddhas were dedicated to goodness, like a marquee turning in front of him, faster and faster, more and more crazy, the colorful light in front of him was strange, the expression on his face changed instantly, and Simao felt as if he was about to explode.

Suddenly, a cool head poured down, the four hairs and five confusion of the mind disappeared in an instant without a trace, he opened his eyes to see, the old Taoist smiled and took a gourd scoop to the side to look at himself, the edge of the scoop was still dripping with water droplets, it turned out that he used the water in the water storage tank in front of the door to extinguish the fire to give himself such a scoop, let himself wake up from the dream.

"If this demon realm is not controlled, you will have to go crazy like today sooner or later, so I say it's a bad thing. If this demon realm is controlled, it is a good thing that it can send and receive from the heart and not be confused. Your miscellaneous abilities are all arts, and the root of the real control of all living beings in this world is the Tao. If the Tao deviates, the technique can make you irreversible. ”

Simao looked at the old Tao from the state of ignorance, like a speck of dust looking up at the Nine Heavens God and Buddha, the words of the old Tao are like Huang Zhong Dalu, deafening, in the past dreams seem to be completely irrelevant, fragmented one by one people, one by one, one by one, fragments seem to have a tendency to connect into a period of past stories, there are gamblers, monks, scholars, farmers, dignitaries, and even more incredible special forces soldiers with explosive combat effectiveness, are these really their own deaths? Could it be that these memories of the past life can really be recalled one by one in this life because I didn't drink Meng Po soup? Is it true that through dreams, the skills of the past life can be brought to this life? Could it be that some of the reborn ones were good people of Amitabha Buddha and some were heinous villains, so they were so entangled and contradictory? Too many questions turned back and forth in Simao's heart, and he finally saw a line from the chaos, and in the blink of an eye, he fell and lost in the chaos.

With a bang, another scoop of cold water splashed in his face, and Simao was drenched and shivered: "Come back, .......", he rubbed the water droplets on his face, and glared at Lao Dao: "What does it smell?" What's weird? ”

Lao Dao said with a smile: "The water in the tank is rainwater, and it has been put for a long time, and it tastes very normal, anyway, it is used to extinguish fires, and it is not for drinking." ”

Simao shouted in his heart, "I'll go....", and rushed into the Taoist temple as if he had escaped, looking for a place to wash. Lao Dao threw the scoop to the ground casually, sat down, grabbed a piece of sauce-drenched hooves and gnawed on it, while humming and chirping to himself: "Eat enough with fast hands, can't eat with slow hands, you wash slowly, I'll eat quickly, not a single bone will be left with you......"

When Simao was dressed up and walked out of the Taoist temple, there were already bowls facing the sky and cups facing the ground in front of him, chopsticks were thrown to the ground, and the meat and bones in front of Lao Dao were piled up, and even the sauce on the plate was dipped and drunk by Lao Dao. Simao smiled bitterly: "Yes, you didn't leave me at all." ”

The old Taoist priest didn't move his eyelids, and pointed in front of him with the pu fan shaking in his hand, and Simao looked down to see that there was a thin booklet on the side of the table, and there was no cover. The old Taoist priest's unfathomable voice sounded: "Take it back and take a good look at ....."

"What's that? Martial arts cheats? When did you become a martial arts master? Simao asked suspiciously.

"What do you want? The old Taoist cultivates immortals, how can those mundane techniques of fighting and killing can enter the eyes of my half-immortals. This is the Taoist mental technique of practicing Neidan, and if you can't do anything else, it is quite symptomatic to treat your illness. ”

"I'm not sick, you're sick." Simao flipped through illegal publications without approval, and at the same time, he did not forget to fight with Lao Dao.

Lao Dao shook the pu fan and continued to pretend to be profound: "You are sick, you are a demon, if you are sick, you will be cured, the Taoist mind is to keep the Yuan Shen, hold the Yuan to one, and break the delusions, when can you practice to the point where the heart and mind are combined, the heart is in harmony with the God, and you can become a half-immortal like the old Tao." As for whether you can reach the state of unity between heaven and man, it depends on your creation, the old way is fast, as for you, usually bring wine and food to ask for advice a few more times, and receive more old advice, maybe there is hope. ”

"I just said that you were fat, and you gasped, and if you didn't brag, you would die." Lao Dao's image on the tall cloud just now fell to the dust in an instant, Simao pursed the corners of his mouth, and continued to lower his head to look at the booklet: "People's hearts are not moving all the time, and when they move, they are scattered, and all thoughts are flying, fantasy is intertwined, and there is no time or quiet." If you move a point of delusion, you will lose a point of true qi; A little more tranquility. That is, add a point of Yuanyang. If you want to get your own heart and your true yang, you must be silent in your heart, die in your heart, so that your heart will not move, all your thoughts will stop, and if your heart is lonely, your mind will stop thinking about yourself, and if you stop thinking about it, your heart will be lonely. The mind is still the heart, and the movement is the thought; Reciters, people. Two-hearted, too. One heart is right, and the right one stops at one; The two hearts are demons, demons, and their ghosts are like hemp. The most difficult person to surrender is the devil's mind. That is, the heart is holy, that is, the heart is demonic; That is, the mind is a Buddha, that is, the mind is a thief. The scriptures say that the heart is the king of thieves, the thief is the first to capture the king, and the path of cultivation is the first to subdue the demon: so the Danshu is the first to focus on the heart of a trick, and the Buddha also taught how to surrender his heart. The Zen doctrine of cattle herding and the Taoist doctrine of horse herding are all aimed at surrendering their hearts, so that they can rest and stop at stillness. The ancient truth says that if the heart dies, God lives, and if the heart lives, God dies. That is, to teach the Dharma of Silence......."