After some tossing and turning, Sun Changning finally returned home, opened the door, and the first thing he saw was wontons.

The old cat was lying on the TV, his tail hanging down, just like being hungry for more than ten days, half dead, seeing Sun Changning coming back, he suddenly came to the spirit, meowing and meowing, and his tone was full of dissatisfaction.

Sun Changning stared at the wonton for a while, and his eyes were like seeing something unclean, at first the wonton didn't feel it, but soon, it found that there was something wrong with the eyes of his own, and he kept staring at himself, and suddenly jumped up in fright.

"Meow! Meow?"

The wonton was shocked, it was a little drumming in its heart, remembering the last time Sun Changning caught him, his heart suddenly beat violently, his body arched, and he was a little guarded.

At this time, Sun Changning slowly retracted his gaze.

Just now, Sun Changning did have the idea of practicing his hands with wontons again, but after thinking about it carefully, he gave up.

The old cat can't beat himself anymore, so there's no need to do this exercise.

He is still happy in his heart, but he doesn't know if others know what he thinks, and he doesn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Sitting at his desk, Sun Changning began to fiddle with those dolls, faceless, or even with only one outline of their bodies. The thirty-three swordsman figures were placed on the side, Sun Changning turned his head, looked at the swordsman figure, and picked up his tool knife.

The light of the knife in his eyes changed, and there seemed to be a faint flame rushing up, covering the entire blade.

The faceless puppet was slashed by the fire knife and flipped in the palm of its hand to match the iron knife.

A knife, a knife, a knife.

The cheeks of the figure are carved, this is an old man, with a kind face, smiling, with a somewhat hunched back, holding a large dragon crutch in his hand, and a large gourd hanging from it.

Sun Changning carved carefully, those flames swayed, constantly jumping on the tip of the knife, causing the fire to come out, burning on this old man.

Sawdust kept falling, I don't know when, the wonton had quietly squeezed in through the crack in the door, the cat's paw jumped lightly, stood on the edge of the wooden table, tilted his head, and watched Sun Changning dance the knife light and carve the wooden figure.

The silence in the room was terrible, except for the sound of knives chopping wood, what was left was the ticking sound of the clock constantly swinging, that is, the wontons, in this case, there was no call, but the eyes stared at Sun Changning's hands, and they seemed to be very curious.

Five hours passed, Sun Changning put down the knife in his hand, and at this time, the flame wrapped around the knife in his eyes was completely extinguished, and he looked at the puppet again, which had been carved.

The old man had a kind face, a slightly hunched back, a tattered robe, and a large gourd hanging from his cane.

This wooden figure is called "Hanging Pot Jishi".

The Thirty-Three Musketeers are not only thirty-three people, in fact, the first thirty-three pictures are the swordsmen, the last forty-eight are the immortals, and the thirty-three swordsmen only refer to the first thirty-three people, in fact, there are a total of eighty-one people in the picture.

Exactly the number of ninety-nine.

The old man's name is Hugong, a doctor immortal, and the gourd was originally a fairy treasure, called "Hutian". The allusion to the hanging pot to help the world evolved from him.

Doctors save people, benevolence and benevolence, and all living beings in the world are equal.

Sun Changning carved the old man, at this time, under the illumination of the lamp, the old man's cheeks seemed to become vivid, faintly, Sun Changning seemed to see the old man cough a few times, shake the gourd, and pour out a gold pill from it.

"When I swallow a golden pill in my stomach, I know that my life is not up to ..... heaven"

Sun Changning recited it unconsciously, and then looked at it, where was there any golden pill, the old wooden man still had a smiling face, and he had never moved for half a minute.

Hanging pot to help the world, this is a healer.

Sun Changning's mind remembered what the girl said at the bus stop before.

"Human life is equal, and if I interpret it with my fists, she interprets it with my hands. ”

Sun Changning clenched his fists, frowned and watched, his heart slowly calmed down, and after careful investigation, the fist was faintly beating, which was in tune with the beating frequency of the heart.

The fist is transformed by the heart, and under the iron fist, all beings are equal.

"The healer saves people, saves one person for salvation, and saves a thousand people for salvation; a boxer kills people, killing one person is for killing, and killing a thousand people is also killing!"

"Healers help the world to save people, and boxers can also save the world!"

"Sweep away the turbidity obstacles in the world with your fists, open the peace of the world, if the doctor can't wake up people, then use your fists to wake up!

These thoughts popped up in Sun Changning's mind, and he felt that his chest began to feel a little hot, and his qi and blood were tumbling, but this time, Sun Changning closed his eyes, his brows loosened, and he sat on the chair without moving.

Calm down the heart fire.

"There are three fires in the human body, which are called the true king, which is the source of the fundamental, and is connected with the spirit and spirit. ”

The qi and blood roared, and Sun Changning had an inexplicable aura emanating from his body, and his body became a little hot, while the wonton had already fled, hiding outside the door, revealing a small head to observe secretly.

"Meow?"

In Wonton's opinion, white smoke actually began to rise above Sun Changning's head, and this situation was all too familiar to him!

Meow, shovel cooked!

The wonton was a little at a loss, but at this time, Sun Changning's body suddenly shook, and the wonton's cat hair exploded in fright.

An extremely dangerous feeling rushed over the wonton's heart, and the cat's instinct was stimulated, and it turned around and ran!

Sun Changning opened his mouth and suddenly let out an inhuman-like voice!

It's more like an ape whistling or a horse neighing!

To surrender the fire of the heart is to see the heart ape, and to see the heart ape is to see the horse.

The heart is ape, the biggest obstacle to man and God, impetuous, and confusing. Sun Changning understood the fist intent at this time and surrendered the fire in his heart, but in fact, he had already seen the heart ape!

There are also different aspirations that the heart ape is actually another side of people, is the most primitive instinct reflection of the human heart, that represents wildness, arrogance, anger, if you can lower the heart of the ape, the horse, then the "realm" of people will be raised to an unprecedented level.

The triumph of reason over nature, complete surrender, rather than emotional manipulation, is a state that, in Taoism, is the Taishang forgetfulness.

Sun Changning slowly opened his eyes, and at this time, those eyes were as dark as night, deep and terrifying.

He slowly stood up, twisting his neck and tugging his arms, crackling all over his body, like an old machine being activated again.

Heart-lowering ape, Fuyi horse, this kind of superb realm, Sun Changning can't do it, but now, he has touched a little threshold.

This is the cultivation of the state of mind, and above the physical body, what needs to be done is to slay the red dragon, descend the white tiger, lock the body with qi and blood without dispersing, and interact with yin and yang, endlessly.