Some people say that cultivation is to sail against the current, the sea of suffering is endless, and it is difficult to see the other side. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Qi refining period is the foundation of cultivation, and the first three layers gather qi; Extracting the middle three layers, picking out the true qi you want to cultivate, and slowly accumulating it; The last three layers condense the accumulated true qi into prohibitions and store them in the sea of qi, and these primordial prohibitions are the Great Dao Seeds.

After that, it is to use these Dao seeds to condense and refine the foundation in the sea of qi, and then to condense the golden pill in one ......

These steps seem simple, but understanding, resources, and chance are all indispensable, and Shi Qingyu only lacks chance, so he forcibly created chance.

The forcible seizure of this opportunity was unexpected, and what appeared in front of me was not the unexpectedly deconstructed mind, but a person sitting under a Bodhi tree, meditating with his eyes closed. Observing from a quiet distance, I felt that this person's face was a little familiar.

With sword eyebrows and sideburns, and a towering head, this person ...... Isn't it yourself! This thought was like a blow to the head, Shi Qingyu suddenly woke up, and then fell into a deep confusion......

If...... This person is himself, so who is himself? Myself under the linden tree, that ...... Where is it to observe yourself now?

These problems are like dead ends, and it is difficult to extricate yourself from them. The more I think about it, the more confused I feel, the more powerless I feel in my heart, and I want to get rid of it but have nowhere to do it.

Under the domination of this sense of powerlessness. can only be in a daze, can only let time pass......

It feels like a long time has passed, and it doesn't seem to have changed at all...... There is no timekeeping tool, only that the leaves on the linden tree grow and fall, and when they fall and sprout and grow...... This was repeated five times...... From beginning to end, the self under the tree has never changed, meditating with his eyes closed.

My thoughts are gradually becoming single, and I ...... Who is it? Where is this again?

The mind is becoming blank, and the figure of himself under the Bodhi tree is becoming more and more blurred, and if it continues like this, it will not take long for it to disappear completely.

I vaguely feel the urgency of time, but I can't hold on, just like a drowning person, the more I struggle, the deeper I fall.

Since the crossing, I have never felt like this, and my body and mind have fallen into a quagmire, and it is rare to be free......

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In an unknown temple, the little novice Zhidou who had finished the evening class walked out of the meditation room with the scriptures in his hand, glanced at the senior brother who was holding the treasure eyebrows in his palm, and let out a long sigh.

His senior brother's unstinting personality is worrying, and on a whim, he will teach the treasure of the temple to outsiders... It's not that I cherish myself and hate other races.

Buddhism exercises do not require high talent, and even if the stubborn stone listens to the Buddha's lectures for thousands of years, he can nod his head and get enlightenment. The only thing is that Buddhism pays attention to breaking through the obstacles of knowledge and seeing, and the more intelligent people are, the more they think, and the more troubles they have. Absolute comprehension is important, but if it is difficult to break through the obstacle of knowledge, it may not be impossible for this Mingwang view to become a demon.

When he first cultivated the idea of the Ming King Concept, if he didn't have a master by his side to support him, he was afraid that he would have been taken away by the heart demon......

This Mingwang concept idea can also be regarded as a top existence in Buddhism, and it is difficult for those who are not great wisdom and great fate to cultivate, and now this demon has obtained this mental method, which means that the fate law is enough, I don't know if there is enough wisdom to break the obstacle of knowledge and vision......

He shook his head and left.

Zhizhang picked his nose and was stunned for a while, the points that had been traded had been used up...... Every day, a few monks who read their own articles are selected, and each person has 100 points, which is a refreshing use. But I don't know what the situation of the demon boy who is favored by himself is?

You can't get past it in the first step, right......

It's not normal, it's weird when it's okay. In the past thousand years, I have disseminated this practice a total of fifty-nine times, and I have not succeeded in one of them......

Thinking about it, I also feel embarrassed, and it is really a fluke that I have cultivated this exercise.

Three thousand years ago, I was still a little monster...... claims to be the mountain master of Black Wind Mountain, but in fact, he has built a foundation for strength. Any immortal cultivator can kill himself.

The first time I met the old monk, he was dressed in a washed white monk's robe, and he didn't even have a Zen staff, and he smirked at himself.

When this idiot saw himself, he said that he had a Buddha fate, and took out this book of Mingwangguan ideas, and wanted to cultivate by himself......

And then ......

After only turning a few pages, I felt upset, I felt teased by the monk, so I ate the old monk, but for some reason, I changed into a monk......

Thinking of this, the corner of Zhizhang's mouth showed a slight smile, very strange, thinking about cruel things in his heart, but the expression on his face was very warm.

Dressed in the skin of an old monk, he walks swaggering in the world, and is no longer afraid of being regarded as an alternative, and can enjoy blood food justifiably.

On the first day, on the way out of the Black Wind Mountain, I met a lost child and took her to make a makeshift dinner. As soon as he came out of the mountain, he was about to enjoy it, but the child kowtowed, and when he was stunned, he walked away, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he let him go.

Day 2...... Everyone who meets them respectfully salutes themselves, offers vegetarian food, and enjoys them calmly, although they still miss the blood food, but for some reason, the killing thoughts and anger are getting weaker and weaker, as if they have really become an old monk.

On the third day, he rescued a woodcutter who had been bitten by a wild wolf, because he had eaten the vegetarian food served by the woodcutter yesterday......

On the fourth day, he helped the shepherd boy find the escaped bull because of the shepherd boy's pitiful eyes.

Day 5, Day 6...... I've been doing good deeds.

It wasn't until the tenth day that it was finally decided that there was a flash flood that day, and a huge rock like a hill fell from the sky, and the whole village was in danger.

He used his backbone to resist the boulder, but it was only a mantis arm as a car, delaying this disaster for a moment, just when he was exhausted and closed his eyes to death......

The boulder was removed......

What caught my eye was the old face of the old monk like a chrysanthemum, the old monk who should have been digested into feces by himself, but at that time he was like a god and Buddha with a golden body, holding up the boulder with one hand, and the boulder like a hill was nothing but mustard for him.

He swore that the old monk at that moment was the most glorious image in his mind! Since that time, I always feel that the old monk is pedantic in his bones, and his actions are full of hypocrisy, and he is not happy at all......

Then I woke up, it turned out that from beginning to end, I was looking at the thoughts of Ming Wangguan, and I never left, and those ten days of experience were all a dream......

Since then, there has been one less mountain master of Black Wind Mountain in the world, and one more Zhizhang who cultivates the idea of the Ming King's view.

In his cultivation, he saw the pedantic old monk who had attained the Arhat fruit position, and his junior brother Zhidou saw the wise and extraordinary Pure Glass Bodhisattva, I don't know what kind of experience that demon clan fellow would have...... Zhizhang was curious.

yawned, but felt that Wen Si was welling up, and silently brushed a chicken soup with the treasure in his palm: "A dream is born, which fantasy is true?" ”