In the empty room, Zhang Daoyi sat cross-legged on the bed and read the novel in his hand with relish. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This book seems to be telling mythological stories, but it is actually about cultivation, and the author of this book should also be a practitioner!" Closing Journey to the West, Zhang Daoyi guessed in his heart.

"There are five masters and apprentices, in fact, only Tang Seng is the other, and the other four are all Tang Seng's demons.

The tribulations on the way are all the tempering of Tang Seng's heart - the heart of the ape is Wukong, the tether of the horse will turn into a dragon, the eight precepts of abstaining from greed and sex, the abstinence from killing and hatred is enlightenment, the body and mind are pure towards the Buddha, and the place of the heart is the West Heaven. After reading Journey to the West, Zhang Daoyi realized the way of cultivation in the book.

This is a book about the method of spiritual cultivation, but Zhang Daoyi's spiritual realm has long been beyond it.

Surrender the heart ape and tie up the horse, the place where the heart is is not only the western sky, but also only the constant realm, generally Dan Dao masters are in this state of mind, but Zhang Daoyi's mind has reached the realm of sitting and forgetting.

What is sitting and forgetting?

To sit and forget is to forget one's own body, abandon one's own intelligence, get rid of the shackles of form and wisdom, and become one with the avenue.

In fact, it is what the Buddha said, there is no self, no one, no beings, and no longevity.

"There is a limit to the strength of the body, but there is no limit to the cultivation of the mind." Zhang Daoyi faintly realized that cultivation is a process of cultivating the infinite with the finite.

"It's about cultivation in the book, and it's just my personal thoughts!" Thinking of this, Zhang Daoyi smiled and was no longer obsessed.

Just like the same Dream of Red Mansions, scholars see Yi, Taoists see lewdness, geniuses see lingering, revolutionaries see Pai Man, and gossips see palace secrets.

Different people have different opinions on the same thing, and Zhang Daoyi does not consider his own opinion to be authoritative.

It has been more than half a month since the end of the martial arts conference, and in this half month, Zhang Daoyi stayed in the room all day to read books and understand himself, and to comprehend this vast world with his heart.

All the furniture in his room had been removed, leaving only a bed board.

Now he doesn't have to eat, he doesn't have to sleep, he only eats one pill of Bigu Dan every day to maintain physical consumption, and then he drinks some water.

"King Kong is not bad, how difficult it is!" Opening the window and looking at the snowflakes that kept falling in the yard, Zhang Daoyi sighed.

Every day of practice, he feels that he is getting closer and closer to Vajra is not bad, and he is making progress every day, but he is always so far from Vajra not being bad.

It's like a zhang of wood, half of it is taken in a day, and it is endless.

If there is no great opportunity, maybe he will get infinitely close to King Kong with the passage of time, but he will never be able to reach it.

"It's time to go out and look for opportunities!" Now that Zhang Daoyi has a keen mind, he already has a faint feeling that the storm is coming, if he didn't guess wrong, it should be that the Baqi Society is going to attack him again.

If he doesn't become a King Kong or a bad man, he will never be the opponent of the ghost, and it is not his style to sit back and wait to be killed.

Walking out of the manor, Zhang Daoyi didn't alarm anyone, and now he has a strong heart, and he can make everyone ignore him in a flash.

Outside, the north wind was howling, the cold wind was biting, and the overwhelming snowflakes were about to drown pedestrians, and the sky and the earth were all white.

Zhang Daoyi was dressed very thinly, but although the cold wind was howling between heaven and earth, it could not affect him in the slightest.

Now his blood is like an oven, and the cold wind can't shake his blood and blood.

The snowflakes kept falling, but Zhang Daoyi didn't stick to it.

After the martial arts are cultivated, the strength of the whole body is as one, a fly can't fall, a feather can't be added, and naturally it won't stick to snowflakes.

Zhang Daoyi did not have a clear destination for this trip, he completely followed the feeling in his heart, and his heart had already reached the point of being clear.

His spirit reflects his physical body internally, and senses heaven and earth externally, and always regulates the relationship between his body and heaven and earth, which is his current practice.

The practice of martial arts has reached the point where he is no longer fighting with people, but fighting with the sky, and fighting with the sky is endlessly fun.

Heaven and earth are like an oven, and now he is refining his body and spirit in the big oven of heaven and earth.

To paraphrase the popular saying, heaven and earth are a microwave oven, and everything in heaven and earth is an item in the furnace, and the process of fighting with heaven is a process of heating food.

The spirit shrouded his body, and Zhang Daoyi had sensed that there was vitality in the dead and silent earth, waiting for the opportunity to explode.

"Winter seems to be the slaughter of heaven and earth, and the grass and trees are not growing, but in fact, the vitality is dormant, cultivating, waiting for the arrival of spring."

Zhang Daoyi savored the truth between heaven and earth, and his heart began to slow down.

The flow of qi and blood in the body is getting slower and slower, and it is not at all like a river flowing like usual, and the momentum is surging.

But Zhang Daoyi could feel that the qi and blood in his body were accumulating, and the vitality was condensing, waiting for the time to erupt.

"In fact, many people know a lot of truths, but after all, it is not as clear as personal experience." Zhang Daoyi sensed the changes in his qi and blood, and thought in his heart.

Step by step along the guidance of the soul to move forward, Zhang Dao day out, sunset and rest, in the cold night Zhang Daoyi sat cross-legged in the snow, sensing the world and the world, and sharpening his mind with the world and the world.

After walking like this for more than a month, Zhang Daoyi's mind became more and more keen, and he actually managed to forcibly plunder the thin aura between heaven and earth with his spirit to make up for the consumption of his body.

After walking for more than half a month, a huge mountain range in the distance was in sight, and from a distance, the mountain range was like a dragon crawling on the ground, which was the Himalayas.

After more than a month of wind and snow, Zhang Daoyi's black clothes have been washed off their original color and become extremely shabby, and they can only barely cover themselves.

The shoes on his feet have long been broken, and now he walks barefoot on the earth, and his skin is in contact with the earth, but he is closer to all things in heaven and earth.

"Is it there?" Looking up at a towering mountain in the distance, Zhang Daoyi muttered in a low voice, where is the world's highest peak, Mount Everest.

It's still winter, and there are already mountaineers who want to challenge Mount Everest and conquer it.

Zhang Daoyi did not alarm these people, and under the influence of his spirit, all those who saw him turned a blind eye to him.

The mountain road is extremely steep, and it is difficult for ordinary people to climb even with special mountaineering equipment, but there is no problem for Zhang Daoyi.

Each time, he was able to jump dozens of meters, and then plunged his palm into the rock, which was as hard as tofu in his hand.

Half a day later, a mountaineer happened to come to the mountain wall where Zhang Daoyi went up the mountain, and after seeing the marks on the mountain wall, he was immediately shocked, but this has nothing to do with Zhang Daoyi!