"What joy is there in life, what is fear in death, how is success and failure? A hundred years of life, a cup of loess! What can we do if we live for millions, tens of millions, billions, or even hundreds of millions of years? In the vast universe, it is just a passing cloud and a speck of dust!" Mother Earth whispered.

Ah Lang and Qi'er, staring at the dreamlike palace in the distance, pondered the words of Mother Earth for a long time, silent.

Those who are masters of the Tao are both cultivating their lives, and those who are afraid of the gods are also wonderful. The gold liquid refiner is also fateful. Those who refine themselves with jade liquid are also sexual. What is jade liquid? Jade, a metaphor for warmth and purity. The gold is known as strong and not bad. Those who refine their temperament will lose and lose, deny their own selfishness, make sure that they are gentle and pure, and they will be familiar with jade Bide. After the internal refining is familiar, you can collect the medicine in the furnace and do it for a while. When the husband is maneuvering, he will fill in the ridge and mine lead and mercury. And the yang of a painting in Kanzhong is the innate dry gold, which is called the gold liquid. If you refine the form, you will be transformed into pure yang, and the form will be eternal, just as the gold is strong and not bad. Therefore, it is said that gold is alchemy and jade refining. Life and life, and the form and spirit are also wonderful. If you refine jade, you will have the way to do nothing, and if you refine gold, you will have the art of doing. If you do something from nothing, and then you do something, and then you return to doing nothing, then you will be able to do your life, and you will be able to complete the holy cultivation.

The one who has sex is the source of all things, and the one who lives is self-reliant. Sex is not life, life is not sex. The life is also the master, and the life is multiplied. Today's theorists are divided into sects by life, but do not know whether there is a cause or not, whether there is a cause or not, and there is no difference between the two and the other. Therefore, nature is God, life is essence and qi, sex is infinite, and life is Taiji. Can it be separated? Or the words and interpretations of sex, Taoism is dead. Non-general theory also. The husband has no self, and he breaks the greedy view; the Taoist keeps the mother, and the noble and nameless beginning. Therefore, when we talk about sex and do not fall into emptiness, life is in it; and we are in it when we keep our mothers and return to our simplicity, and sex is in it. It is said that life is about sexuality, and it is said that the form and spirit are wonderful and the Tao is true!

Sex is not visible, so seeing is sexuality, and if you are not visible and want to see it, the farther away sex is. Sex is also a thing, and it can be seen without the mind, but not with the heart. In the past, the ancient saints called Taipu to be nameless, the ancient saints Suo Xuanzhu were in the image, and the metaphors of the ancients had a deep purpose. Please say that the reason why people are born is that there is no extreme truth, the essence of two or five, and the wonderful combination and condensation. The so-called sex is infinite, and the so-called life is the essence of the two fives. The two are wonderfully combined, and man is born. Before the end of his life, the so-called Infinite One, the Chaos Hongmeng, what is the name, what is the sound, what is the smell, what is the sound? and the two or five are condensed, and the spirit is obtained, what is the thought, what is the thought, what is the camp? It is the ontology of sexuality, and the husband is open to the emotion and the ontology is chiseled. Metaphysical and then temperamental. If the good is the opposite, the nature of heaven and earth exists. The so-called emotion is the nature of temperament. The donated ontology is the nature of heaven and earth. Return to Park, return to infants, return to Wuji. That is, the good and the bad. Therefore, the essence of cultivation does not precede refining. If the temperament is fixed and the temperament is not enough to be tired, the ontology will be seen. Don't be obsessed with sex and live in yourself, and sex lives in and back. Qi Hui Dan self-knotting, with Kan Li in the pot. It is acquired and congenital. Yes, it is said that life is about sex also.

Nature, innately. It is pure and round, and the mixture is sufficient. The saint does not add abundance, and there are many fools. Qualitative, from the day after tomorrow. Born in the selfishness of form and qi, there is a difference between turbidity and thickness. And the husband and wife are combined, and the characters are different, and their questions are mixed, which is based on the beginning of the fetal yuan. From the beginning of time to the present day, I have been right. Thinking from one realm to another, encountering things and feelings, and learning for a long time. In the middle, there is a pure refutation, so the appetite is shallow and deep, and each has to borrow its natural nature to do its own selfishness. The capsulation is in the person, and it cannot be used by itself. Therefore, the user is borrowed from the spirit. If you are a slave and a son, you will borrow the master's command. Therefore, it is often said. Sex is water, falling on temperament, and water is in the mud. Decide to do it, but see the mud but not the water. How can the mud be carried out by itself? But the water is mixed with the mud and there is no ear. For a long time, the clear ones are on the top, and the turbidity ones are on the bottom. If you do it, it is nothing more than water. This clear work is also the power of good and counter-effective.

Meta-nature, i.e

When you don't dissociate, you hate, and the falling flowers flow eastward speechlessly.

The peach blossoms bloom quietly, and the foggy river sleeping in love is there no sadness. Fireworks in March, warblers fly grass grows. On the side of the stone bridge of the green willow embankment, it is opened in the curved corridor of the red tassel and the shoulder. The sound of silk and bamboo lingers in my ears, your green shirt and white fan, Peiyu rings the bell, like a light veil like smoke and rain, enveloping my eyebrows and feathers. I'm glad to have met you in the Foggy River, a light painting of a scroll, flowing gracefully.

Dreaming of low autumn curtains, amorous always seems to be ruthless. Gu Pan met and painted the west of the bridge, and his voice was slow. Ordinary alleys, smiling at the world, lonely pear blossoms are red. There are three thousand silks of green hair in the air, Shaohua chases the water, scattered, and the sycamore drizzle knows the cold. The meaning is good, and the cold fragrance is thick. Tossing and turning the end of the world, waking up without dependence. Time has passed, the vicissitudes of life, once longing, lovesickness. Don't say that there is little love in the long night, and the wine is sad and resentful. The wind is estranged, and a few places are twisted under the red tassel fence.

A curtain of light moon from lovesickness, drunk and captivating, bosom friends in the dream of Hua Zheng. Lanxiang always sighs at the empty shadow of flowers, how to solve the acacia buckle, and the frost is dyed green silk several times. How to leave people's tears once a day, Qingtang Yue Leng Xiaolu knows. Shame to cover the red pink face, a little bit of the column brocade sleeves. The window should see the red incense, and the flowers bloom and fall from both sides. Only now is the past and the moon, vaguely dreaming. Tired of pen and candle, how can I know my heart. If you want to put this love on the ruler, how can you get rid of wet eyes. Thousands of reincarnations, why not get together.

Picking up the wine in the cup at the beginning of the day, the lonely person is after the wind and rain, and the shadow of the wild goose is in autumn. Half a roll of red notes fell, and it was hard to find a total of drunkenness several times. The broken string of the curtain is the third watch, and the night is sad. The autumn geese went to the depths of the clouds, and the Yiren still smiled and asked, the moon hung in the west building. Who interprets the words of a thousand lines of brocade words, and how to find the old words in the new poems. The shadow of the flower is swaying, who tears alone before the flower. I only hate the east wind, Zhu Yan is still the same, and the Qingshan Building outside the mountain.

Autumn rain pity, each other is only in a dream. Chu Ke played all the flute complaints, and the short break sang Fengqiao red. One night of cool moon, shining through the window, Xiaolu listened to the pine bell. The memories are endless, and the light is poured out. Drunk to the sore spot and didn't wake up, Xiaolou whispered last night. A few deep eyes, who pulls the peach, the peach blossom on the human face smiles in the spring breeze. The wind on the water is singing in the moon, the fragrance of flowers is moving, who is in the dream, and who is cherished. Meditation is connected, leaning on Qiongying, the love is difficult to pillow, and the heart is cold without delivery. seems to be drunk and awake, and self-pity is drawn.

The lonely dusk cicadas chirp, the scenery is late, and the dry is full of red fragrance and cold. The clear sound turns, several geese are broken, and the wind slopes to the west building. Lonely and lonely, cutting candles and new sorrows, and the screen window disturbs the moon. The ink is empty, the late drunk makeup is red, the pipa is spoken, and the sound of horses' hooves is heard. The brocade book is lightly rolled, and the wind is shaken lightly, and the bridge is painted in the east. Who is with the moon, covering the painting screen, who has not woken up from the dream tonight, who opens the curtain and carmine, and listens to the song at night. Bronze mirror, the shadow is gradually thinning and the flowers are exquisite, and the lovesickness is like the wind.

The wind chases the remnants of the flowers, the cold rain blows the pavilion, the red piles up, and the lonely sycamore green steps. Leaning on the building, there is only a single shadow at the back of the eyes, and the microwave is not visible. Xiaowu is curling, how can I bear to leave the depression in my eyes, my bowels are broken, and my eyes are full of tears. Drunk and lying in the red dust and cold incense, who encourages with him. The grass is far away, the flat sand is falling, and the lonely sandbar has a return sail. A long way, the end of the world is broken. Hu Guang is full, like drinking with you, drunk dancing red face and fragrant fragrance, holding ink paper obsessively, a dream for years.

The jade saddle, tracing the wind is cold, and Chu Chu is full of jade mountains. The night is long, the dream is broken, and the road is long. The flute and drums are noisy, the horns are long, and the mountains and rivers are full of eyes. The moonlight is cold, the pipa is ten thousand points, and the cold skin is felt with gunsmoke. The Qiang flute complains, the bow is full of strings, and the drunken and lying flag beacon is connected. The dream soul returns, the wild clouds and remnants of the sand, and the horses sing and throw themselves into the yellow spring. Hand Fusang, three thousand heroes, He Ri Emperor Township horse return.

Before the words fell, Mother Earth's long sigh came slowly......

Ah Lang listened quietly, his heart ebbed and flowed, and his thoughts were myriad: For the sake of human reproduction, the ancestor of my human race was willing to give up his self, and he used his body to destroy the world-conquering cultivation of the starry sky and save the human race. How many people who came after them, died and died, and their souls were destroyed, in order to protect this vast smoke continent, the fertile land of the last side of mankind......