"Doll, keep talking!" whispered Mother Earth.

Ah Lang bowed, and then spoke eloquently......

When a scholar has not attained the avenue, he must rely on this body for cultivation, and if he only uses clothes, food, wealth, and glory to cultivate his body, then all his body is heavy, and his innate true body is not damaged by it. The innate true body is damaged, and the acquired mortal body is also difficult to survive for a long time. The reason why this mortal man loved his body and lost his body is also. However, people know that all things belong to the end of illusion, there are life and death, and they cannot be recognized as true, but my innate vitality is the foundation of my life, which can be a lifetime, a hundred generations, and tens of millions of years. If there is no such true cultivation, then where does the body come from? This is the body within the human body, and if it exists, it will live, and if it is lost, it will die; if it is scattered, it will be immortal, and if it is condensed, it will be immortal. Taishang teaches people to be conscientious and cautious, not to be negligent, not to dare to wander with a thought, and not to dare to compete with others to win, but to be calm and comfortable, clean and dust-free, in order to suit their own day. Although he was not born in Jiamin, he was already a child, and he had already celebrated his safety. The people look up to them, deep and earnest. The so-called do not take one's own pleasure as pleasure, but take the world's pleasure as pleasure, not one's own worries, but the world's worries as worries!

All things in the world must have a unified line, so that they can be outlined and orderly. Not to mention the cultivation of the Dao, the source of the Great Dao is the Qi of the True One, and the Qi of the True One is the root of the Great Dao.

The true qi is the destiny of the heavens, and Yu Mu is endless. The unity of rationality and qi is also the Tao. If the monk recognizes this discipline and finds out this clue, he will be able to achieve immortality with reason, righteousness and righteousness, and nothingness as the foundation. If we take clarity and clarity as our cultivation, I know that there is no truth, and it is in vain to cultivate.

The true qi is the source of innate life, and it is not comparable to the acquired essence and spirit. If you want to see the life qi, you must really fuse the sex into one, and you will get the true oneness. The first qi is muddy and degraded, mighty and mighty, although there is no image to be seen, and all the images and shapes in the world are from this formless and imageless, honest for the avenue of discipline, the root of the characters of heaven and earth. The Tao is said to be in the middle, and Confucianism is said to be cautious and independent, and they must all have the same function. Therefore, if you don't see it from others, you don't see it, and you have your own photos, but it is from virtual to real, to nothing. Don't see it, don't see it. The gentleman's prudence is sincere. The faint and lonely place of the want, although there is something to show and evidence, and the root of the avenue is only subtle, formless, invisible, and extremely muddy. Learners always have to be born in the yang, in a trance to wait for it, in the yang of the birth, in the trance to welcome it, in the yang of the furnace into the Ding, trance to protect it, raise it, never rise to the great enlightenment of the heart, there is almost no time and nowhere and can not return to the source. Preface: The yang god appears, tomorrow will observe the earth, pass through the mysteries, and the time of enlightenment, the bright landscape, pure nature, if there is knowledge, if there is ignorance, if there is no awareness.

Man and Tao are two and one. The Word is not visible, but it is visible to man. How can a person be immortal? That is, the breath of true oneness.

The goodness of the ancients is the Tao, and if it is the same thing, its creatures are unpredictable. Silence does not move, and the feeling is passed.

Gu Qi's heart is vast, and the air is oceanic, which is as deep as the river, which is beyond comprehension.

The husband doesn't know, so he is forced to do it. It is clear that the truth inside it cannot be measured, and the appearance outside it can be strong and formal. Its heart is cautious and independent, in the sincerity, such as Yu crossing the river, will be frozen ice and then cross; if it is still at night, it will wait for the wind to calm and then walk, the least heart. It is neat and serious, just like the presence of a guest, not daring to slow down; it is free from nothing and tired, it is untimid, it is like ice is released into water, and there is no trace of it; its loyalty and kindness

Treat things, as simple and complete, carved nothing, and uninterrupted; its rest and rest, humble and self-restrained, how different from the deep mountains and poor valleys, empty and nothing.

The turbidity of the saint is turbid, if it is turbid, it is actually turbid and clear. But the holy is not holy, so it is holy, and whatever is not ordinary is mortal. Who can be in the heart of the polluted and clear to make quiet, so that it is quiet for a long time and clear and bright: who can be in the nature of the sex and swim and expand, and it has been raised for a long time, and the birth of slowly, quiet to concentrate, moving to anger, that is, to keep the center, that is, when the yang is born. From this, one rises and one falls, and it is returned to the furnace, gradually harvested and refined, and gradually refined and gradually condensed. Those who are healed will be more and more empty. There is a heart of emptiness, there is no idea of holding profits, it is the breath that can return to the true one, and the new achievement of everything must be fast, and there is nothing to be done. Those who are in the shadows are the gods. One truth is contained, and all souls are outside, and its subtlety and mystery are inherently so.

"Lord Earth Mother, the boy came down to say that he is the perception of your teachings these days, but the boy has not thought about it for the time being, can the Earth Mother be able to wait a while?" Ah Lang bowed and said.

"Okay, then the palace will rest for a while, and you two can talk for a while!" said the Earth Mother slowly.

Ah Lang and Qi'er bowed to the temple in the distance, and then the two walked slowly at the bottom of the lake, came to the top of a mountain peak, and looked around at the surrounding scene: as far as the eye could see, the temple was still in a hazy void. As far as the eye can see, there are mountains and strange stones, flowers, grasses, trees, and trees abound, and there are still many birds and beasts chirping, soaring, roaring, and running......

Ah Lang looked at the surrounding scenery and muttered: "Qi'er, a long time ago, I used to transform and change my bones, dress up as a different identity, and experience the living habits of the people in the secular world, the living habits of all walks of life, how to deal with people, and so on. I've been a dwarf, I've been a vegetable vendor, I've been a doorman in a casino, and I've been serving tea and water. After all kinds of white eyes and humiliation, officials can ignore you and see that you are not pleasing to the eye, and they can directly arrest you and put you in prison. It's not that the world itself is bad, it's that there are too many bad people in your own position. So only when you become stronger, can others truly respect you. I learned from this that when you stand high enough, you will find that you are surrounded by good people. You have absolute strength, and the whole world will be kind and respectful to you, and when you are the weakest, the people who bully you are the most and the most easily wronged. If you are so weak that the law cannot protect you, then you are in extreme danger and the people you meet will be bad people. ”

After listening to Ah Lang's words, Qi'er nodded, didn't say a word, and lowered her head in thought.

Ah Lang stared at the misty mountains and peaks in the distance for a long time, and his heart was full of emotion, and he couldn't help but whisper to himself......

Who can allow me not to abandon or leave the Moissanite until I return? Who can promise me to be happy, peaceful, carefree and fearless, and dream a lifetime of joy. Even if the years lock the fate of this moment, be quiet for me. The sound of the rotation of heaven and earth sounded again, and the traces were obliterated.

The encounter is accidental, knowing how to cherish the fate will not live up to the acquaintance, separation is inevitable, and knowing how to let go will not fall into it.

A light rain, sweeping away the dust in the heart, a wisp of breeze, blowing away the Mo Shang bonus, so, the heart has no shore on this shore, and people have no end in the world.

A dream is captivating, who is soft, and finally the lingering begins, and the strange way leaves.

Bear your white head and become lonely to the shadow, abandon you and sigh to yourself.

Seeing each other again in the depths of the Qu Lang, even the tears and trembling.

The humane sea is deep, not half lovesick. There is still no end to the sea, and there is no end to lovesickness.

The flying clouds are slightly thin, and the long wind sweeps the blue sky. The spring grass sprouts back, and the old grave adds new soil. The golden years, the time is quiet and elegant. People from far and near, and now they are warm and cold to each other. A year and a year later. Wake up again, last year was already on the other side. Don't be old, Dao Chun'an. Scattered into the bead curtain wet curtain, the fox fur is not warm and thin.

The heavens are low and look up to the old, and the children of the world are crazy. Try on new makeup everywhere at night. but it is heaven on earth. I don't feel that the new is as cool as water, and the acacia temples are like frost. Dreams cross the withered mulberry from the bottom of the sea. Read the Milky Way.

Brilliant sorrow messes up the prosperous world. Only loneliness stretches out like smoke and my sad back, and my sad thoughts flutter like flowers. The beauty of the moon haunts me with endless thoughts.

Life is like a journey, and every person, event and beautiful scenery you meet during your trip has the potential to become an unforgettable scenery in your life.

The one who makes you cry is the one you love the most, and the one who understands your tears is the one who loves you the most. The one who wipes away your tears is the last person to stay with you.

Who is the passer-by in who's life, who is the wheel of who's life, the dust of the past life, the wind of this life, the endless sad spirit, and in the end no one is anyone's who.

Life is really heartbreaking is not separation, nor is it how much pain your body endures, but the silent crying in your heart, the kind of unwillingness and remorse, regret for your indecision, regret for your powerlessness......

Trees love flowers, flowers love butterflies, who complains? Yiren has feelings in his life, forgetfulness, loss, and tears. Yiren frowned, held his hand, wiped the stones, and his heart trembled. Tactfully stone road, the figure walks together, one lonely and one lonely, thin moonlit night, you don't see your eyes closed. The red leaves of the maple forest are dancing, the silent parting, the flowers and birds are sad, no one is accompanied, one step and one time, as if the time comes, you are already in front of you.

Don't be lovesick and disturb the heart, bitter and astringent, sad and a few knots, just with the heart of the painful parting, indifferent attachment, can know the old people's face, farewell tears ripples, ask Qing if you think about it, a glass of forgetful wine, enjoy the lonely moon alone, thousands of years of pure high, self-round, seek to be drunk in the world, indifferent and incomprehensible, want to only wake up to me! obsessed with reincarnation love, Qing's Fanghua, can be remembered and forgotten, see things without thinking about people, two strangers, Yiren beauty, the country and the city, the end of the world, a round of bright moon, see the world.

Quiet time, flowing endlessly, sad music, quietly poured out. Through the shadow of the sun, the eyes chase the colors that fall to the ground. The gone, the loved, the existential, the beating, the real present. Whose laughter, in yesterday's dreams? whose tears, dripping on the pillow, soaked with time, long days.

Tossing and turning thousands of landscapes, some pains are indelible, some memories are indelible, some people are indelible, even if I sit here thinking about you at the moment, or one day I leave you, I will take root in your world with love and hope, in this life, if you are well, it is a sunny day. It's me who retreats, it's me who is wrong, and it's me who has loved.