Chapter 160 Door

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Yin Huai feels like a drop of water, melting in a river, but going upstream, following the source of the river, what is the source of the river?

The source of the Sheephorn River next to the town of Giethoorn is said to be a hill called Giethoorn Mountain, and the source of the gypsum water next to Huajia comes from a lovely grass, and there are countless rivers, so naturally there are countless different sources of beauty, ugliness and mediocrity. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

What will the source of the river in Yin Huai's body look like?

Is it beauty, stinkiness, or mediocrity?

Yin Huai didn't know, so he wanted to know, so he followed the river to find and see the picture he wanted to know.

The water was murmuring, making countless bends in the air, and the sound of the spleen reached Yin Huai's ears, and the river was also like the sound of the dingdong, making countless bends, bypassing countless mountains, and flowing over countless cliffs.

The river seems to have remained the same, the water is still clear, not clearer, the river is still wider, not wider.

However, the clear river has no bottom, because it is too clear, and countless lights and shadows are intertwined under the surface of the water, as if this is a bottomless river.

The wide river can also be seen on the edge, and the edge seems to be stone, and there seems to be nothing, and it is also a white expanse, and the interweaving of light and shadow is intoxicating.

Yin Huai was immersed in a white river like this, going against the current and following the source.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, and when Yin Huai was already a little tired of those intertwined pieces of light and shadow, he finally saw the source of the so-called river that he had been looking for.

The source of the river is not a mountain or grass, but a door.

And it's a small, narrow door.

Behind the door, I don't know what could leak out of a river, but such a wide river flowed out of the small, narrow door, or rather leaked, and the door was not washed away by the river, or even moved, but quietly leaked water from the other side of the door.

What was even more surprising was that the door did not open at all, but the river still flowed out.

Such a strange sight is so harmonious, as if the door is the door that can flow without opening it, a door that will not be washed away by the wide river, a door that will not be robbed of its luster by the invisible bottom of the river and the invisible bank of the river.

Although, no matter how you look at it, it's a simple and unpretentious door.

Yin Huai felt that his body seemed to be appearing again, revealing his form, and before he could think about the complicated question of why he could condense into a physical body even though it was in his own body, his idea was attracted by the sound of another sound that did not belong to the sound of water.

It was the Great Dao Zen sound, which naturally drowned out all the sounds.

"Childish, cultivate childishness, cultivate dustlessness, cultivate a pure heart, be innocent to be called a child, cultivate a child's heart, do a childish thing, do nothing, no anger, no resentment. ”

"And stand, repair, correct, cultivate one's own body, take one side of faith as the foundation of this life, know the meaning of this life, know what the future generations do, the foundation of the body, cultivate a firm Taoist heart, stand and live, do not stand or die." ”

"Knowing the fate, knowing the fate of everything, the road to reason, knowing the foundation of the predecessor, the road to the future of the future, knowing the ancient and modern, the road of the body, the future of the future. ”

"Sixtieth year, sixtieth year, the edge of self-cultivation, no mang, no dew, silence, inaction, this is called the old age of sixtieth. ”

"As for a hundred years, it is already sacred. ”

I don't know where it came from, and I don't know when it started to drift away.

Yin Huai knew that this was the so-called sound of the avenue, the avenue had no trace, and the sound of the avenue had no trace, but there was no trace but it was still a trace.

Otherwise, how can those practitioners find their own path?

Yin Huai realized, it turned out that the sound of the avenue was the road of the avenue.

The blooming next to the avenue is not a flower, but the sound of the hovering avenue, and the small, narrow door is the door of the avenue.

Yin Huai has found his own way, this is the path of cultivation, and he is finally going to walk on that road.

Yin Huai stood in front of the door, and the water leaking out of the door penetrated his body, but he didn't even roll up the corners of his clothes, just a few splashes, and then flowed to the place where Yin Huai came.

Yin Huai no longer cares about those rivers, nor does he care about those lights and shadows, but only cares about those sounds, those sounds of the avenue.

Then he remembered.

It is deeply engraved in my heart.

The traceless avenue has fallen into the trace, which is called the beginning of cultivation.

The traces are extending, they are spreading, and there is a path that spreads, and that is the path that the practitioner will take.

Maybe behind the door is the path that all cultivators, including Yin Huai, have to take.

Finding that door is not easy. It is destined that road is not an easy one.

At least finding that door wasn't enough.

Yin Huai couldn't push open the door, and before he could reach out, he knew.

Because he seemed to be able to see behind the door.

Even if he didn't really see it, then he could guess that behind the door there should be a lake, a lake as wide as the sea, so that the vast and unsightly river would come from.

It comes from behind the door.

Yin Huai approached the door and looked at the door carefully, but not just at the door, but the road behind the door, and the road he would take in the future.

The sound of the avenue in the ears is hidden, the avenue is hidden in the world, and it naturally returns to the red dust of the world.

The voice in Yin Huai's ears did not stop, because there was a voice that was beyond the red dust and not hidden in the avenue.

It was a crisp birdsong, tearing apart the sound of water, and it reached Yin Huai's ears alive.

Birdsong is obviously not birdsong, but a word.

"Push it away. ”

The talking bird, Yin Huai has not seen it, but he has heard such a voice, always confident and always cheerful.

The birdsong tore apart the sound of the water, and also tore apart some of Yin Huai's confusion.

Yin Huai trusted the bird that spoke, so he pushed the door open.

What's behind the door?

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Good luck to you.