Chapter Forty-Six: The Avenue is Traceless

"Childish, and standing, knowing fate, sixtieth, a hundred years. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Xia He was very calm, and calmly revealed those secrets about cultivation, which was a path, an illusory and real path.

There are thousands of people on the road, walking, running, and even crawling with difficulty.

Someone went to the deepest part of the road, where there was nothing but a ray of light, and then those people disappeared into the light.

Someone stopped on the road, he was already blind, he couldn't see the road in front of him, he had to stop, and then wait in place, and finally disappeared.

Someone also stopped on the road, and those people were already lame, swinging and swaying, hanging their heads, looking at the light, and then continuing to limp and continue to walk, not reaching the end, and then they also disappeared.

Cultivation is nothing but cultivation.

Cultivation is really cultivating a person.

From the child's babbling to the determination, to knowing the fate and understanding the impermanence of the world, to the year of the sixtieth year, the dust returns to dust, the earth returns to the earth, and it is peaceful.

This is the life of man,

Cultivating is such a person.

Xia He thought about those cultivation principles that were deep in his heart, and said word by word.

"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. ”

Sigh and spread far away.

Xia He memorized the Five Realms of Cultivation that he had read in the book word for word.

That's a guy who grows up and eventually gets old.

The sound of the avenue should be endless.

Xia He was talking about the avenue, and the voice broke Xiaolin, and there was only one person who heard it, there was no Baique Bridge, no Qianli Gate, only an old horse that kept sneezing, or rather, snorted.

The horse's hooves landed on the squishy dirt and made no sound.

Xia He's voice would not be heard by anyone other than Yin Huai, and the horsewhip in Yin Huai's hand did not rise for a long time and then fell.

The sound of birds, the cheers, in an instant, seemed to be noisy again.

It's so loud that you can't hear anything.

It was a noisy, yet trance-like quiet.

Finally, Yin Huai woke up from his trance, and the awakened Yin Huai raised his horsewhip high again and fell heavily on the horse's back.

It is like using the sound of a horsewhip on the horse's back to drive away the inner trance, confusion, and even awe.

Yin Huai didn't know what he was in awe, but he felt a little frightened that in just a few words, his time was stretched.

Stretched infinitely, Xia He's voice was like nothing, one moment it seemed to be muttering in his ear, and the other time it seemed to be shouting loudly in a distant place.

It's like a dream, and in the dream there is everything, and there is nothing at all.

When Yin Huai woke up from that dream, he already found that he seemed to have forgotten everything.

What Xia He said, what he thought, it seems that nothing has happened.

He kept waving his whip, the old horse kept snorting, and the horse's hooves made a subtle but audible sound as they landed in the dirt.

Click, the branch is broken.

Chirp, the birds flew.

Ha, the girl is running.

Yin Huai glanced back at Xia He with some trepidation, expecting an explanation.

This action fell into the afterglow of the old horse, grinning, as if secretly glad that his previous curse seemed to have worked.

The horsewhip had never been heard of just now, and the old horse counted the whips that fell on him in his heart, whether light or heavy, and remembered them one by one in his heart.

The sound of the horsewhip, which had not stopped, finally stopped.

Xia He looked at Yin Huai smiling, there was a deep meaning hidden in his smile, and his squinted eyes couldn't see the bottom.

He didn't seem to say anything, just told a story, and it was a story about a brave man.

Of course, he still has something to say, even if he has just said it, but it was forgotten by the young man driving the car below, and he forgot it carelessly.

Xia He was a little frightened when he saw Yin Huai's confusion.

Laughed playfully. The laugh is hateful.

Yin Huai was a little embarrassed by the hateful laugh, so he glared at him fiercely.

Xia He glared back, shut up and stopped talking, closing his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep.

"You say. Seeing Xia He behaving like this, Yin Huai was even more embarrassed and couldn't help but say.

Xia He smiled and repeated.

"Childish, and standing, knowing fate, sixtieth birthday, a hundred years ......"

Yin Huai listened carefully, listened carefully, and looked serious as if he had just done just now.

Xia He's last word fell, and Yin Huai thought of it.

I thought that I was so serious and listened to it so carefully before.

He remembered a time he had forgotten.

As a result, he became even more confused and frightened.

He looked at Xia He in astonishment, and Xia He shrugged, indicating that it had nothing to do with him.

"Na, this is the sound of the avenue, this is the unspeakable. ”

Xia He sold the gourd, pretending to smile mysteriously.

"The so-called avenue, the so-called cultivation, those all belong to the heavenly machine, and the so-called heavenly opportunity cannot be revealed, so naturally you will forget it when you hear it. ”

As he spoke, Xia He's gaze no longer fell on Yin Huai, who looked puzzled, and continued to return to the front of the horse road.

Today he looked into the distance for a long time, and Yin Huai thought he was looking at the road, or the naughty little girl in front of the road.

Maybe he's looking at the road, but not the road he's taking, but the road that has no end.

The end of the road is said to be the end of the road.

The avenue is unspeakable, but it can be seen, walked, feasible, and repaired.

Yin Huai was still a little puzzled, but Xia He was explaining his puzzlement.

"Cultivation is against the will of heaven, so the method of cultivation cannot be written down at all, and it cannot be inherited with books. So it can only be passed on by word of mouth. ”

However, word of mouth still has a limit after all, and the listener cannot remember the first time, whether he has it intentionally or unintentionally, but can only forget. Only the second and third times can I remember those few sentences. ”

"Fortunately, the method of cultivation is extremely simple, otherwise it would be a bit difficult to forget like this. ”

"Cultivation is an extremely simple thing, and there are only these few ways to practice, and the rest can only rely on yourself. ”

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The heavens must not be revealed, and good luck for you......