Chapter 5: The Wild Bull's Roar
"Director Zhang, meet the customer at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, don't be late." Xiao Yin said to Zhang Ji, who had just entered the office.
"Received, you can help me bring the plan, I won't bring the computer tomorrow, you can get off work first if it's okay." Zhang Ji said and waved his hand and went straight back to the office.
"In other words, physical art is also a way?" Zhang Ji asked Gang Ji'er curiously.
"It's not a good choice, meow."
"You know, I adore Bruce Lee." Zhang Ji glanced at Bruce Lee's photo on the bookshelf, "He can't be a monk, right?" ”
"I don't know, I'm not a jack of all trades." "But no," said the Eagle, "the monk would not put himself in such a conspicuous position. ”
"Proving the Tao with strength, it sounds very domineering, why is no one cultivating now?" Zhang Ji asked.
"It's too difficult, in order to achieve great freedom and get rid of the great terror, the monk will naturally do everything, the path of divine consciousness is better, why do you have to choose to preach the Tao with strength, there are fewer and fewer gods and demons in heaven and earth, and it is more and more difficult to cultivate the Tao with strength." Steel Hammer Road.
"What does it have to do with the gods and demons of heaven and earth?" Zhang Ji was curious.
"By observing the gods and demons, you can comprehend the heavens, you can experience your own body, the souls of the gods and demons can strengthen your divine sense, and your flesh and blood can be used as a great tonic, all of which are very important for the Tao with strength." Gang'er squatted on the table, with a little helplessness in his voice, and said, "You don't really choose physical cultivation, right?" ”
Zhang Ji nodded, he was really interested in physical cultivation, because the feeling of breaking through the limits of the body seemed to him to be far higher than retreat meditation.
The steel hammer protested silently, showing its stubbornness.
"Why are you protesting so much against my cultivation?" Zhang Ji was puzzled.
"The relationship between humans and the demon clan is very average, and it can even be said that it is not very good, because there is a lot of hatred between the two races, and fortunately, there are also many things that have a good relationship with ease."
"And the relationship between humans and demons is nothing more than two kinds, master and servant or sister, you and I know each other as fate, so there will be no master and servant, more sisters."
"Sister and brother, I am a male." Zhang Ji interjected.
"As a friend you can rely on on on the path of cultivating the truth, I hope you will cultivate the Divine Consciousness Exercises, because most of the Demon Clans follow the path of using strength to preach the Dao, and we are well aware of the power of the Divine Consciousness Exercises."
"If you and I both use our strength to prove the Tao, in the future, when we face weapons, medicines, and formations, we will all suffer, and if you choose divine sense, it will be very complementary."
"For example, incense becomes a god, whether it is in the direction of utensils or medicine, it is not bad."
Gangyi finished the thoughts in his heart in one breath and looked at Zhang Ji.
Zhang Ji frowned, Gang'er's analysis was very rational, he started a company, so he could naturally distinguish the pros and cons.
"Why can't those who cultivate the Tao with strength not be able to cultivate the Dao of Divine Consciousness?" Zhang Ji was puzzled, he read online novels, there are both internal and external cultivation, as well as gold, wood, water, fire and earth, how did it become a multiple-choice question for him?
"The divine consciousness person places the spirit on the nine heavens, embraces all things, smelts all feelings, and is known as the blue sky does not fall, the divine consciousness is immortal, and the cultivation of the whole body is all in the divine consciousness."
"The physical body can be destroyed, the Taoist instrument can be destroyed, nothing is indestructible, only the divine consciousness is immortal."
There was a rare seriousness on the face of the steel hammer cat.
"Prove the Tao with strength, break through the limits of heaven and earth, like a broken shell chicken egg, painful struggle, like a goshawk reborn, broken mouth and claws, divine consciousness is important, but more important is the will, the will is unshakable, the will is unshakable."
"If you are dancing in the sky, if you are a fool and move too much, you will be firm and your divine consciousness is pure, so that you can break through the shackles of heaven and earth."
Zhang Ji was enthusiastically boiled by what Gangyier said, and only felt that he had become a god and an ancestor in an instant, and when he calmed down, he felt that everything was far away from him.
"In other words, the cultivation of divine consciousness encompasses all things, and the divine consciousness is both pure and changeable, and because of the purity of the will, the divine consciousness cannot be as varied as a divine consciousness cultivator?" Verification of the machine.
"Yes, the cultivation of divine consciousness focuses on the sea of primordial divine consciousness, and the Tao is proved by force, the first is the will, the ancient power has fallen, the will is immortal, and it has been scattered between the heavens and the earth for a long time, but if the enemy passes by, he will fall into it."
Zhang Ji nodded, envious of that kind of power.
"I've decided, cultivate to prove the Tao with strength, don't all your demon clans cultivate this, just teach me."
Of course, the rational Zhang Ji chooses to cultivate his divine sense, but as a director, Zhang Ji prefers to choose the ideal.
It is ideals, not reason, that make human beings.
"Are you sure?"
Gang'er still doesn't want to give up, the demon race and the human race complement each other's cultivation, it is the best choice, one is good at cultivating divine sense, and the other is good at cultivating the physical body.
"I'm sure, my brother prefers meat shields to mages."
Of course, this is a joke, this guy has no shortage of winning orders in the glory of kings.
"The cultivation method of the demon clan may not be suitable for you, if you are sure that you want to choose to preach the Tao with strength, then go and see the barbarian cow wood carving and comprehend it yourself."
Gang'er was not in a very good mood, and turned away with his tail wagged.
Zhang Ji looked at the steel hammer and jumped back into her cat nest, and really wanted to ask: Is it true that cats will wag their tails when they are in a bad mood?
He took out the yarrow neck from his chest again, and found that only three were missing, and now he has a general understanding of the yarrow neck, and it should be that the greater the chance, the more yarrow necks will spontaneously combust.
The three yarrow necks are the smallest opportunity that Zhang Ji has encountered so far, but they are the opportunity for him to choose to cultivate.
"Lao Wang, buddy can't choose the Book of Changes as the scripture, because buddy chooses to prove the Tao with strength, and in the future, we will not conspire with each other, and your incense is broken."
Zhang Ji looked at the yarrow neck on the table and muttered, but he didn't see the steel hammer glancing at him disdainfully, but he didn't speak.
The yarrow neck was re-put away, and the barbarian cow wood carving was placed on the table, and Zhang Ji began to watch steadily.
He carefully looked at every detail, this wood carving was carved from some wood, and the whole was pitch black.
The bull struggled forward, its horns stabbed high into the sky, its eyes rounded, its nostrils opened, its mouth open, its right hoof raised, and its muscles banded.
He looked fixedly, first clearly, but slowly his vision was a little blurred, and the brute bull seemed to run, his hooves flicked, and he ran wildly.
Everything seems to be in an illusion, there is nothing else in his eyes except the wild cow, the image of the wild cow is slowly clear, and Zhang Ji is in a reckless land.
"Moo~~~"
A bull's roar sounded in the vast land, the heavens and the earth shook, Zhang Ji only felt as if his body was about to be torn apart by this cry, and the blurred scene in his eyes was like a broken mirror full of cracks in an instant.
"Ahh
The pain came suddenly, and he couldn't help but let out a roar of pain, and his vision became blurred, as if everything was covered with a faint layer of blood.
The mouth, nose and ears were in sharp pain, and the whole body seemed to be full of soreness from an old machine.
"I ...... What's wrong? ”
The voice was vague and hoarse, as if it was not coming from his own throat.
"The roar of the wild bull washes the body, and the body can't bear it, just like that, is it red when you look at everything?" Steelhammer jumped on the table and asked.
"Yes."
Every word he says, it's as if a knife cuts his throat.
"The seven orifices bleed, of course, everything is seen through a layer of red color, just sleep for a while, you have opened the spiritual aperture, and the body is very resilient, don't be afraid." Steelhammer comforted.
Zhang Ji was in pain, his body was very sad, and it was difficult to move.
"Do you still want to practice physical arts? This is just the beginning, and even if you have taken the edge of preaching with strength, it will only be more painful in the future. "The steel hammer said.
A far-fetched smile tugged at Zhang Ji's painful face.
"If you pay, you will reap, there is no hardship in vain, and there is no blessing for no reason, I am not afraid." Zhang Jidao.
He knew that Gang'er wanted him to cultivate the method of divine consciousness, but he would not give up his choice, and he went step by step from a layman to a director who was not outstanding, and he received more than one or two cold words.
Gang Yi'er no longer spoke, just looked at Zhang Ji for a while, and then returned to the cat nest to rest, but when she rested, there was a moving tumor flowing under the fur in her body, this is her exercise, and when practicing, the pain is far greater than Zhang Ji, but on her cat face, there is no trace of pain.
She didn't support Zhang Ji's choice, but he felt that Zhang Ji's words were right, there was a gain, there was no hardship in vain, and there was no blessing for no reason, and she was not afraid.
The room was silent, Zhang Ji remained motionless, and slowly sat and fell asleep.
When the sun goes down, the magic capital illuminates the city with a lantern, reflecting Zhang Ji's office, and time ticks forward with the clock on the wall.
In this bustling city, I don't know how many lonely people still torture themselves in the middle of the night, hone their skills, and pursue their dreams.
"Goo-goo-goo......"
The sound of her stomach broke the silence of the room, and Gangji'er opened her eyes to stare at Zhang Ji, who slowly opened her eyes.
The blood that flowed from his facial features had become scabs, and as he opened his eyes, some of the blood scabs fell, and his eyes were especially bright in the dark, the whites of his eyes were clear and clean, and the blood that had accompanied him for many years disappeared.
"I feel so hungry."
Zhang Ji's voice was no longer hoarse, but it was weak.
"Every time you refine your body, it's best to have something to replenish, even if you don't have it, at least you have to be full of wine and food, so you need food." The steel hammer whispered.
Zhang Ji nodded, quickly got up and picked up the biscuits in the drawer, and devoured them.
Three boxes of biscuits were wiped out by him in minutes, and the hunger in his stomach was only suppressed a little.
"It's best to have meat, and blood food is the best supplement." Steel Hammer Road.
"Understood."
Zhang Ji got up, took his mobile phone and went out directly, the nightlife of the magic capital is rich, there are many stalls, don't worry about eating and drinking, quickly find a fast food restaurant, order a few plates of meat, roast duck and braised pork.
This meal, Zhang Ji was satisfied, the store was stunned, and the guests were frightened.
This is the reincarnation of a starving ghost.