The next day, early in the morning.

He Weitong woke up on time from his meditation, opened his eyes, and looked out of the window next to the bed, the sky outside was still hazy.

He Weitong put on his shoes, then got out of bed, pushed open the door, and came to the courtyard.

He Weitong took the wooden basin in the yard and began to wash, and after a few minutes, the washing was finished.

He Weitong began to boxing in the courtyard, starting with Tai Chi, and after a night of integration, He Weitong had a deeper understanding of the practice.

When punching, some substances in heaven and earth kept entering his body with He Weitong's breathing, washing away the waste in his body and strengthening his physique.

"Whew~"

The fist swirled back and forth in the air, and from time to time He Wei would make a "bang" sound between his hands.

The world is gray, but in He Weitong's eyes, it is so clear.

He Wei saw the spiritual substances that surrounded him in the air, and saw the Tao that made up the world.

Tai Chi seems to have been sublimated in his hands, and the simple movements turn decay into magic, and every move seems to have a rhyme.

He Weitong also became more and more happy, and after a night of enlightenment, his vision broadened, and he began to look at the world from a unique perspective.

He is no longer limited to martial arts, and there is already a special thing in his boxing.

Taijiquan is a boxing method that contains the avenue of heaven and earth, and after He Weitong's conscious change, he instantly transformed into an immortal, and there are already a few traces of Dao boxing.

He Weitong gradually sweated profusely, and the more he fought, the more excited he became.

It was only after about half an hour that he stopped, and then he received the purple qi from the sky to strengthen himself.

After another quarter of an hour, He Weitong picked up a long stick from a corner of the courtyard and began to wave it in the courtyard, replacing the gun with the stick.

The moment He Weitong got the wooden stick, the momentum on his body changed, and he was no longer a Taoist priest who practiced the way of immortality, looking like an ancient warrior, with a strong fighting spirit condensed by his side.

The marksmanship he practiced was very elegant in Zhou Xiyu's hands, but in He Weitong's hands, it became a means to protect the road, so it was very fierce and the fighting spirit was monstrous.

He Weitong is going to take the road of immortality, there will inevitably be no obstacles on this road, and this gun law is a means to protect himself, so when He Weitong is practicing guns, he will unconsciously mix such an emotion in it, so over time, he has formed a unique style for him.

"Bang Bang Bang !!"

The sound of wooden sticks breaking through the air was heard from time to time.

Time passed slowly, and it was about seven o'clock in the morning.

Tang Yunlong was attracted by the sound outside the courtyard, so he walked out of the wooden house.

Tang Yunlong looked at He Weitong, who was practicing martial arts in the middle of the courtyard, and was curious, he was also a martial arts practitioner himself, so he was very interested in martial arts.

Tang Yunlong did not immediately walk over to say hello, but watched He Weitong practice his gun on the side until He Weitong stopped.

"Daochang He, your pistol technique is really amazing, I can't see it." Tang Yunlong walked over and touted.

He Weitong stopped what he was doing, looked at Tang Yunlong, who came over to show his goodwill, and smiled in return.

He had already discovered Tang Yunlong, but seeing that he didn't bother himself, he didn't bother him, so he didn't bother to care.

"Tang Jushi, it's too famous." He Weitong replied.

"The Taoist is modest, such a subtle marksmanship is the only one I have ever seen in my life, with the Taoist chief's moves, if I am against the Taoist chief, I am afraid that it is not the enemy of one shot."

He Weitong smiled and did not speak.

"Is there anything else to do? If not, I'd be gone. He Weitong said.

"Where is the Taoist going?" Tang Yunlong asked.

He Weitong threw the wooden stick in his hand towards the corner of the courtyard, and then said, "Naturally, I went to the mountains for a trip." ”

"Dao Chang is good Yaxing! I wish the Taoist chief a happy departure and a full return. Tang Yunlong hugged his fists.

He Weitong smiled, then turned to leave.

He Weitong walked towards the canteen where Wudang ate, he didn't eat yesterday, and he has been on an empty stomach until now, and he is indeed a little hungry.

He Weitong quickly walked to the crowded hall, he asked the Taoist priest in the temple, and then he didn't walk long before coming to the canteen in Wudang.

This canteen is in a mountain pass, it is a small courtyard of a single house, and it is very quiet.

Yesterday, that Xie Lao Dao clearly said that he would treat them well, but I don't know why, since yesterday, the Taoist priest has not taken care of him since he took them to his residence.

Of course, He Weitong chose to forget that he had been staying in the library yesterday afternoon.

When He Weitong arrived at the cafeteria, breakfast was still cooking.

He Weitong waited outside the hall for a while, probably because the handymen working in the kitchen knew that He Weitong was the person who the head of the house ordered him to entertain well, so He Weitong didn't sit outside the hall for a long time, and a young Taoist priest came over with a bowl of food.

He Weitong chatted with him for a few words, and then ate quietly alone.

A quarter of an hour later, He Weitong finished eating a bowl of food, returned the bowl, thanked him, and then walked back.

There was nothing to do in the view, He Weitong entered the library again, picked up the "Qingjing Sutra" again and looked at it.

He Weitong picked up the scriptures and went up to the second floor and sat by the window again.

This time, He Weitong has another feeling, which is very different from yesterday's perception, although it is the same classic, but the feeling is like the difference between heaven and earth.

He Weitong didn't know why there was such a difference, and he didn't want to figure it out at the moment, and soon He Weitong was immersed in the world of Taoism again.

Yesterday He Weitong focused on the first half, today He Weitong set his sights on the second half, yesterday He Weitong in order to prevent himself from looking at it without a purpose, so he just remembered the second half without seeking much understanding, and did not delve into the truth.

He Weitong first reviewed the first two paragraphs, and then delved into the second half of the Taoist scriptures.

"Lao Jun said: The sergeant has no quarrel, but the corporal is quarrelsome; Virtue is not virtue, virtue is virtue, virtue is held by virtue; Those who are persistent are not moral. Those who do not possess the true path of sentient beings are delusional; If you have a delusional heart, you will be shocked; and astonished his God, that is, all things; All things are born of greed; Covetousness is affliction; Troubled delusions, distressed body and mind; He was humiliated, wandered and died; Always sink into the sea of suffering, and never distort the way. The true way is self-satisfied; Those who have attained enlightenment are always quiet! ”

As the words emerged, He Weitong once again entered that state of concentration, and his previous memories resurfaced.

The meaning of this paragraph is gradually becoming clear.

He always talked about the reason why sentient beings cannot attain the true path, which is due to the beginning of delusion, the greed for tangible things outside the body, which greatly hurts their own spirits, and even wanders through life and death, and is always in the sea of suffering, turbidity and humiliation, and suffering. If you are dedicated to goodness and cultivate the path of truth, once you understand the laws of the Great Dao, you will be successful if you continue to cultivate it. In order to achieve the true state of constant tranquility, happiness and no suffering.