"Is this easy for you? The way to eternal life, the way can be stolen, the thief, and the taking. The word "take" is the most difficult thing on the road to eternal life. On the way to your practice, you encounter problems not only with jewelry and the beauty of phosgene, but also with thousands of practice methods, thousands of miracle drugs, and thousands of relationships. Which one do you choose, which one do you give up? Can you really live forever after taking it? Do you really regret giving up?"

Luo Qing's smile converged, this is not a question of ideals and practice, but on the road back to Yu Long's theory.

"People must be aware of this truth in their spiritual practice: to live between heaven and earth, never to isolate themselves. I don't know how to reach the pinnacle of my practice, but on the way to practice, people feel the communication with each other, some help each other, some become strangers, and some become mortal enemies. The relationship between man and things is also inductive communication, and there are inseparable and dispensable, as well as seeing and hating; as for the relationship between man and heaven and earth, it is clearly written in ancient books.

"It's a complex connection, but it's the right way to go. I don't understand the truth of this. I don't understand that "external things" are also the basis of spiritual practice. I went to the mountains alone to meditate. I call it the "death pass". In fact, it's just an empty phrase!"

Luo Qing lowered his head and responded, "I want to be educated!"

But soon, he raised his head again and smiled wryly: "It sounds like the truth is complicated and difficult to understand... Ruthless. ”

At this time, he remembered the friends he had recently made. According to the theory of the old way, the pursuit of the main road, if necessary, Ye Tu can give up, Baoguang can give up, Xiao Jiu can give up, and other old ways can also give up!

Is that what it means?

Lao Lu looked laid-back, seemed to be crazy, and while twisting his beard, he smiled and said, "I haven't passed through the wind and rain of this world." I can't say the word "ruthless", and that's fine. However, it is important to know that the relentlessness of the main road is plundering customs... But "Ren is ruthless and moving!"

Laughing, laughing and singing, smashing the cup and shooting:

"The immortal road is immortal, and immortality is difficult to grab. It's not hard to rob or kill, but it's not hard to die. ”

In the Xue Mei Pavilion, Baimei Lu sang so clearly that the branches and leaves shook and the snowflakes fell. In fact, the voice is not pleasant, the words and expressions are straightforward and ordinary, that is, there is some humor and self-deprecation in the tone. If you think about it again, you will feel that every word in it is bitter and difficult to squeeze out.

Luo Qing knew that the old Taoist priest woke him up like this, but he lost himself. He wanted to laugh, but when he put it on his face, he was already in pain.

It was the first time he had been exposed to advanced theories in practice, but how boring and suffocating would it be if all the monks in the world practiced it like this?

It's not his imagination, the quest for eternal life... Not really!

So, in a moment of emotion, he drank another glass of wine and got a little drunk.

In fact, his wine was not very good. Once he has drunk a bit, his temper can seem too grumpy, and he has a tendency to die endlessly without saying something surprising. He narrowed his eyes again. Although he didn't like what Lao Dao had just said, he appreciated the old Taoist's unrestrained and indifferent attitude. This road is indeed a man of temperament.

Perhaps because of this, there are only halberds on the road to eternal life.

However, this assessment got out of the mouth and changed the story. He drank and shouted, "Good road, a great man!"

The abrupt praise makes the road look more enjoyable and drunk. He changed the syllables slightly and repeated four songs. Luo Qing heard the word "eternal life" many times in the book. Seeing you again, the old man's white hair turned pale and his face turned pale. How could he not feel it? With the excitement in his heart, he slapped the table and sang with the old man: "It is difficult to grab a pass, but it is not difficult to pass it, but it is not difficult to pass it." “

A vigorous, clear and clear competition that corresponds to the voices of young and old. In this way, simple songs actually give them an experience. Once again, the phrase "death is not hard" came through. Luo Qing was already in a state of mind, surging, and his hand suddenly exerted strength. The little pavilion almost collapsed with a thud. Under the rustling dust, he said hatefully, "It's not difficult to die, it's not difficult to die, the hardest thing is the most suffocating thing!"

Lao Lu also stopped, smiled and said, "Only when you know the difficulties can you live forever." "Do you know how to walk the path of eternal life?"

"Know, know ......"

Luo Qing really understood the meaning of this old road, but he became more and more frustrated. This kind of abandonment of choice, emotionless and unrighteous things makes people feel too pretentious. In fact, he was not afraid of death, but worried about these things. Why can't monastic discipline be like a sword passing by, distinguishing between life and death, and having a good time?

When you hold your breath, drink. When the ashes were sprinkled in the cup, he didn't want the glass, grabbed the flask and drank it down. Although the taste of this wine was very light, it rushed to his forehead in one gulp. His emotions became agitated, and he remembered Yu Zhou's earlier words about heaven, earth, things, and people. He lifted the cup in one go, and if it got stuck in his throat, he wouldn't spit it out. He suddenly shouted, "Why do we have to choose? Let everything be mine, let everyone be mine, let heaven and earth be mine... Isn't this eternal life?"

Lu Wenyan was stunned.

Luo Qing roared, and his mind was clear, knowing that what he said was vague, and he just wanted to explain, but when he saw Lu Xiao, he suddenly brushed his sleeves up, and there was a chaotic sound, and the glass plates on the table fell to the ground, and almost even the stone box containing the fish and dragon fell.

At this time, Baoguang had already brought the wine outside the small pavilion, and was suddenly surprised to see this scene.

Lao Dao looked at Luo Qing with a smile for a long time.

For the first time in his life, Luo Qing regretted his drunken gaffe. Facing the complicated eyes, he smiled wryly and said, "These are angry words......"

Lao Dao and Er Zhanyan smiled: "Very good!"

"What?"

"I know it's angry words... But these sentences, even angry words, I can't utter. ”

Lao Dao patted him on the shoulder and left the pavilion without looking back.

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In the afternoon, the Taoist priests of the Taoist temple finished the afternoon class one after another. The voices in the Taoist temple gradually rose up, but by the time they reached the orphanage where Luo Qing lived, most of them were dead and had not been touched.

Luo Qing paced slowly in the courtyard.

It's the 10th day since he returned to his amazing vision.

After Lao Dao left that day, Luo Qing never saw him again, and even the fish dragon did not hand it over. As for the disciples in the outer world, it was put on hold. The slip of the tongue really seems to have really the old school and brought everything to a standstill.

Time passed, and he felt as if he had been forgotten. Only Baoguang came to talk about it every day, making him feel like he was still alive.

Luo Qing is not without anxiety, nor is he without doubts.

But over time, the mind slowly settles down. Unwittingly, Modigu's intrigues blurred the battle of life and death. The sense of urgency that had always filled his heart eased. As for some of the more distant things, such as the intrigues that are still underwater and the confrontation between the "giants", they are buried in the deepest part of his heart and add a layer of cover.

In this way, most of his heart is empty, and the rhythm of the beating naturally changes.

Luo Qing found a whole new rhythm, which was completely different from the rhythm of his wandering life in the Valley of Mexico, the 12 years before him, and the time he spent in Immortal Heist as a young man. It looks carefree, and his perception is very subtle. Instead of forgetting the past, he gradually changed his perspective and simply extracted information from it to enrich his thinking.

In short, he's reflecting.

It's not that he thinks there's anything wrong with what he's done before, but he's found something valuable that he inevitably misses in a heated situation.

What is even more illusory is the subtle emotional changes in each period of his life, and what is more realistic is the subtle transmission and transformation of the "innate qi" when using the atomizing sword. Among these easily overlooked details, there are things he has been looking for, but they are obscured by a more dazzling reality.

As a result, Luo Qing began to enjoy pacing alone in the quiet courtyard, recalling, thinking, exploring, and eventually mastering those things, as they were closer to practice, talent, and immortality.

He's in good shape, especially today.

In the quiet environment, he could even hear the flesh and blood of the muscles and bones moistened by the "innate qi", as well as the continuous and dense sound, like the tide crashing on the shore at night, undulating, like the sound of nature.

Affected by this mysterious sound, Luo Qing naturally entered a state that seemed to be awake but not awake, and was in a trance. A clear reflection and recognition of the past is now like a lake full of dikes, flowing aimlessly in all directions. However, in its deepest depths, there is a faint light that forms the most basic core that shines on the heart lake at a depth that is difficult to measure. No matter how far the lake spreads, it will be affected by light, even if it is small.

He inexplicably and naturally thought of Ye Tu's words, but he lost his order and even the shell of language. Instead, he returns to the most intuitive images and purest concepts and presents them in the heart lake.

That's a set of concentric circles.

The shimmer is the center of the circle, while the lake is an arc that blurs the boundary between them.

Lakes that are spreading everywhere are actively connecting with the outside world and encroaching on new territories. The outside world is also communicating with the lake, perhaps with fallen leaves or a breeze. Through this subtle change, vague information over a long distance is transmitted.

The lake itself can digest this information and give feedback, while the glimmer in the center of the lake, from the perspective of a bystander, implants the entire process of information input, the function of the lake, and the feedback of the lake, and then scrapes away the process itself, leaving only a little bit of the "truth" that the process claims, and the glimmer seems to extend into its light.

The cycle is then repeated as the lake becomes clearer and clearer in the dim light, and the feedback becomes clearer.

Until a bright and intense stimulus suddenly appeared!