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This old man looked several times older than the handsome young man, but he called him eldest brother, which sounded quite weird, but in the cultivation world, this matter could not be more normal. This handsome young man's name is originally a scholar in the world, and he reads the books of Confucian sages, but because of the great changes in his family, he embarked on the road of cultivation by chance, he has entered many sects, worshiped many teachers, and finally occupied the mountain as the king of this Tanglin Mountain, and the demon was in company.

"For this kind of spiritual treasure, if it can be obtained without paying any price, no one can not be moved. You just need to drive the Nine Palaces Bagua Array, if she can break through the formation and leave with her, if not, then how can we let the two spiritual treasures go with the wind and rain! ”

Although he is handsome and does not look special, but he can appear here at this time, and be called the eldest brother by others, this is the most special thing, Lao Mo did not answer, but disappeared in the wind and rain. Only for a while, only two of the five people were left standing here, the scholar's name was Zhang Zhengling, he visited countless immortal mountains and learned countless spells, but only the four people who were with him knew that he cultivated a magical power that was the real housekeeping ability, and this magical power was called driving the gods and driving the mountain.

And the person next to Zhang Zhengling is a god, just a god who was broken by the gods, but he did not die by chance, and became a free god, met Zhang Zhengling, was impressed by him, and joined the other three people in this Tanglin Mountain to practice in the dojo, a total of the five saints of Tanglin.

The wind and rain are still there, I don't know when, the fog in the wind and rain has become even thicker, even cultivators are difficult to see, but their attention is on Yan Luoniang's glazed magic lamp and Guanghan sword, so they didn't notice it for a while.

The things of the world can't escape a fateful word.

The origin of water and fire can be blended. The fate is extinguished, and the soul can be separated.

Everything can't escape the word luck.

Heaven and earth are all working together, and luck heroes are not free.

Chen Jing didn't have a deep understanding of chance and fortune, or he never thought about it at all, because it was something in the dark and unpredictable. And for him now, everything seemed to be forgotten, and he began to sit on the threshold in front of the river temple again, but in the eyes of the big red shrimp, Chen Jingyin at this time was like a wisp of light smoke, without any thoughts, without any life. This is different from when he used to sit on the threshold of the river temple to preach and explain doubts, although Chen Jing was also a yin god at that time, but the big red shrimp clearly knew that the river god was there, it was a feeling that was reflected in the eyes and in the heart.

But now it is not, looking at it in his eyes, the feeling in his heart tells him that there is nothing but air, which is an extremely contradictory illusion. Chen Jing himself naturally didn't know what had changed in him at this moment, his heart had sunk into the void and blended into the waves.

A butterfly falls in a small wave, like a flower standing among the flowers, the wave swells downstream, but the butterfly is motionless, always in the place before the embroidered spring bend, it does not move, but it does not drift with the waves.

At this time, Chen Jing's state of mind was like the waves in the Jing River, flowing downward in an eternal way, but there was a strange quiet, so quiet that he could hear the sound of fish spitting bubbles in the river, and he could hear the difference in the sound of each wave crashing on the embankment, but these were only like flowing water flowing across the border, leaving no trace in his heart.

In his mind, he had seen the Taoist treasures in the Qianluo Mountains, and everything he had learned seemed to have been integrated into the river waves, and in his heart swelled up wave after wave, forming waves one after another, and silence again and again, and what existed in the waves was not the river, but all kinds of Taoist concepts, and all kinds of magic mantras. Among them, there is the not very clever "Qianluo Receiving Formula", and there is also the "Divine Journey Starry Sky Formula" that specializes in cultivating the original gods, and even the "Sacrificial Sword Heart Sutra" is also integrated into a river wave.

In this "Sacrificial Sword Heart Sutra", the method of sacrificing the sword after the sword is transformed, the method of melting, the birth of the child, and the living beings are presented one by one in the river waves, and there are also "Heavenly Demon Transformation Chapter" and the "Witch Spell" of the Wu clan surging in the river waves.

However, although each wave is different, it is ultimately in an endless river wave, one wave at a time, one floats and one sinks, merging, colliding, and wanting to penetrate each other.

Cultivating and cultivating, cultivating the earthly Dharma body, cultivating is reflecting the heavens and purifying the mind.

There has never been a shortage of cultivation methods between heaven and earth, but the inheritance of stepping into the gate of immortality has suddenly been broken. It's like a person standing on this side of the Jing River and looking at the other side of the Jing River, thinking about it but not being able to cross it, because the bridge on the river is gone. After thousands of years of wandering and searching, people finally determined that the bridge that symbolized the straight road had disappeared, but they also finally woke up, the bridge did not need to have, many years ago, there was no bridge on the river, and those who wanted to go were swimming in the turbid river waves.

Chen Jing doesn't remember when he had this thought: "Am I a human or a demon?" I am a god, but what I cultivate is the Dao Sect Qi Practice, I cultivate the Yuan Shen, I accept faith, how should I go on my cultivation path. This thought had always been in his subconscious, and from the moment he became a god, he didn't know what path to take. Since his return from the underworld, he has been almost lost.

"None of those methods are enough for me to live forever, they can't let me get out of the surging torrent between heaven and earth, and they can't let me see the direction and swim to the other side."

So he began to think about it and embarked on the true path of cultivation, not according to other ways of cultivation, but to work hard to recognize this world and form his own cultivation method.

In this process of contemplating the mind and the waves of the Jing River, he slowly forgot all the cultivation methods, all the spells, and those cultivation methods were like different colors of water, which were poured together by Chen Jing and slowly merged, and slowly turned into a color that no one knew.

It was a long process, and he didn't know what color it would end up in. Chen Jing sat in front of the River Temple, holding three pages of "Yellow Court" in his hand, as if he was reading carefully and carefully, and as if he was in a daze.

I don't know how long it has been in this silent posture, and in his eyes, I don't know when there is no longer the "Yellow Court" scripture, only the river waves, and in his heart, only the river waves are surging in eternity. Heaven and earth are silent, all living beings in the world have disappeared, only the river waves are surging, but he doesn't know when some vague whispers began to come from his heart, this voice was not clear at first, only that there was a voice coming, reflected in his heart like a fog in the mirror.

Chen Jing's spirit and spirit are all integrated into the Jing River, looking at the Jing River, looking at the Jing River, looking at the world, looking at the Jing River, and unconsciously immersed in a mysterious state. In this mysterious state, he naturally captured a trace of mystery. At this moment, heaven and earth are in his heart, and in his eyes, the waves he sees are this world.

His essence, qi and spirit are completely integrated into the Jing River, at this time he is the river wave, the Jing River, and he feels the breath of the Jing River, as if connecting the region hundreds of millions of miles away, connecting all tangible and intangible things.

Day by day, suddenly one day, he heard two words from this whisper: "Chen Jing......"

Chen Jing suddenly woke up, from that indescribable state, and thought of the legendary supernatural power called Shunfeng Ear, which can hear the sound of thousands of miles away from the wind. He didn't think it was an illusion, although it was wonderful, it seemed real, and he knew it was definitely not an illusion.

But when he tried to hear it again, all he could hear was the sound of the howling wind, the sound of the river waves, the scraping of the treetops in the distance, and the occasional chirping of strange birds at night. But it is not the feeling of silence of heaven and earth at all, however, once something appears, it is clear to the gods, and that state has been engraved in Chen Jing's heart when it appears. It is a feeling of wandering heaven and earth, or the spirit and spirit are in the river waves, the river waves are surging in the Jing River, just like the music note of heaven and earth, on the other side of the heaven and earth someone touched this note, so the sound sounded in this distant Jing River.

This wonderful state is different from meditating and meditating, not sitting in meditation, but entering a state of reality and illusion, when this feeling appears, it will never disappear, and will always be imprinted in the heart, just like the strings of the piano, once set on the piano, as long as it is plucked, the sound of the piano can be produced.

In his eyes and heart, a river wave appeared, the river waves became clearer and clearer, and everything except the river waves slowly faded away, including the sound of the river waves, the sound of the wind, and everything that could be seen with the eyes and eyes, only waves of river waves.

In the silence, Chen Jing heard the sound from nowhere again in his ears, not only one, but many, confused at first, when Chen Jing concentrated on listening to a certain voice, he could hear it clearly, as if someone was talking around him, listen carefully, and found that the sound came from the river waves one by one, and the words that came out of each river wave were different, mixed together quite noisy, like another river wave sound. When he concentrated his mind on one of the river waves, the voice immediately became clear, and he only heard the voice in the river waves say: "Jinghe River God Chen Jing is between gods and demons, don't go to his god domain unless necessary." Not only could this voice not tell where it came from, but even men, women, and children couldn't tell the difference, but Chen Jing could hear the meaning of warning and entrustment between the lines.