Volume 1: This Joy Should Only Be in Heaven Chapter 179: Murong Lingyu
The lack of moon hangs on the sycamore, and there is no one to hate. Startled but turned back, missing the initial silence of the person.
Li Qinglang got up early in the morning and walked out of the yard silently.
A few days ago, Feifei left, so he was the only one left in this view.
Xiao You has fallen into a deep sleep, and if you want to wake up, it should be the Jindan Consummation Realm, and it is not impossible to even break through to Yuanying in one fell swoop.
He guessed that it should be what the viewer had said to her.
I didn't go to the lecture today, but I just sat under the plane tree for a while, and Qiu Ze, who was holding the dust, arrived.
"Why don't you go to schoolwork today?"
Qiu Ze, who had the demeanor of an old fairy, also came to sit down by the altar, and unlike the young man, he sat upright.
And Li Qinglang, who bent down and put his hands on his knees, didn't look at him, "I've finished reading that Taoist book." ”
Although he is no longer a monk, it still does not affect his talent for learning. As for those Taoist books, they are all kinds of cultivation methods and do not involve cultivation.
"Oh? yes. ”
Qiu Ze looked at him kindly, "After reading it, have you learned?" Have you ever used it? ”
Seeing that he didn't answer, Qiu Ze smiled, "Let's go, take you to meet someone." ”
"Who?"
"Lookout."
"Huh? Aren't you the Lord? ”
Li Qinglang doesn't understand very much, has he always recognized the wrong person? Qiu Laoguan has a twin brother?
"I am the Viewer, and he is also the Viewer."
Qiu Ze got up and pulled up the young man beside him, "The difference is that he is the first generation of viewers, and he is also the person you are really looking for." ”
There was no wind, and the two went straight through the entire Taoist temple and came to the tea forest in the back mountain.
The tea trees are all naturally growing, and there is no pruning work: the old roots are intertwined, and the young shoots are full of branches.
A trail leads halfway up the mountain, where there are two simple houses.
Li Qinglang originally thought that he would see such a fairy old man here, or at least he should be a middle-aged man with an ethereal spirit.
But when he was taken to the courtyard of the room on the right, it was a boy who opened the door and walked out!
If it weren't for Qiu Ze bowing down to see him and shouting "Watching the Lord" in his mouth, he would have thought it was the child of the Lord.
"I've seen the Lord."
Saluting to a child Li Qinglang was still a little uncomfortable.
"Hmm."
The boy nodded old-fashionedly, "Sit down." ”
The three of them immediately sat down in the courtyard, and Qiu Ze made tea himself.
Taking out a bamboo tube filled with tea leaves, he said with a smile, "The tea tree on the mountain is not a precious variety, but the aura has been nourishing for a long time, and it has some flavor."
Li Qinglang smiled without saying a word, sat quietly, and glanced at the boy from time to time.
The latter don't know if they don't notice it, or if they don't care at all. Sit upright, close your eyes, and wait for the tea.
"Contemplation...... I've been here for almost half a year. I think you also know why I came, whether there is a good way to do it, and please ask the Lord to solve your doubts. ”
The fists resting on his legs were clenched, and Li Qinglang asked.
"What are you looking for?"
The boy didn't open his eyes, but opened his mouth slightly.
"Looking for a way to restore your cultivation?"
Li Qinglang frowned, thinking that he did it on purpose.
"Can't you practice?"
The boy finally opened his eyes, but because Qiu Ze brought him a cup of tea, he opened his eyes and served tea.
"Isn't that obvious?"
Since you can have the method of reincarnation and rebirth, and you can still keep your memories, you can come back to be a master in every life. Then you are definitely not a person without cultivation, and you can't see that I don't have any aura in my body?
Li Qinglang was a little angry, thinking that he was wasting time.
The boy ignored him, but Qiu Ze poured him a cup of tea, and then said with a smile, "I asked you if you were useful, but you didn't speak." If you can't practice, then what have you been doing these past few months? ”
"I'm not talking about this kind of practice......
As soon as the words were spoken, Li Qinglang realized that he was not obscure, "Look... What does Lord Qiu Guan mean that I can practice? Then why can't I summarize my spiritual power and stabilize my cultivation? ”
His sea of qi deficiency is still missing, and his dantian has not been repaired as before. This old and young can't be cheating on themselves, right?
"Listening to the scriptures and hearing the Tao every day, sweeping the leaves and cleaning the dust, it turns out that it is useless work to cultivate?"
The boy spoke slowly, "The important thing is not cultivation, nor is it a Dao body, it is your heart. Ask your mind, why can't you practice yet? ”
"Ask my heart?"
Li Qinglang muttered, not knowing how to feel.
After a few cups of tea, the boy got up and said expressionlessly, "Come with me." ”
Li Qinglang, who was still distracted, was gently pushed by Qiu Ze, and then got up in a daze.
The boy led the two of them open the door to the other house and walked slowly inside.
There are no furnishings in the house, just two chairs. And above the shrine, hangs a misty portrait.
In the portrait, it is the slender back of the white clothes, and only a trace of the side face can be seen. The hair flutters, and it seems to be walking forward.
And beside him, a green jade wine gourd hangs.
"This is the ancestral hall of the concept of eternal life, and it is also the place where I became enlightened."
The boy walked up to the portrait, his eyes revealing remembrance and reverence.
"Successive masters of the world would come here before taking office, and they would not worship incense or pray, but would just bow three times."
As he spoke, he and Qiu Ze bowed down and saluted three times.
The latter also entered here for the second time and saw that it was not the ancestral master. Looking at the portrait at this moment, he was stunned for a moment, and then looked sideways.
Like, too much like!
Li Qinglang didn't move, just looked at the slightly familiar figure.
"Back then, I was just a little Taoist who strayed into the path of immortals."
The boy never looked back, but just put his hands behind his back, telling the story that every master would tell at this time.
"In ancient times, Yuan Ying was not worth much. I happened to hear that between morning and dusk is the first baby. So I traveled all over the mountains and rivers, wanting to seek the true Tao, and finally came here.
At that time, I happened to meet an immortal enjoying the scenery on the top of the mountain, and I was about to take a detour to leave, but I was called back. He talked to me about his experience and Taoism.
At that time, I didn't understand much, so I could only ask something.
Later, a purple sword light flickered in the sky, and the immortal said that he was leaving. I took off the wine gourd and gave me a sip, causing me to choke. The immortal smiled and said, "If you can't drink wine, then drink tea." ’
With a wave of the sleeves, an original wild tea tree in the mountain quickly sprouted, and soon turned this place into a tea mountain.
I haven't seen him since. But I got out of samsara in another way, living life after life. ”
At this, the boy was silent.
People in the world, including the Taoist people in the view, think that they are seeking immortality, or that they have already attained immortality before taking such a contemplation name.
Actually, that's because of the name of that immortal, called the Immortal Emperor.
And he, Murong Lingyu, may just be one of the unknown number of anonymous disciples of the Immortal Emperor.
Turning his head, he looked at Li Qinglang, "Ask your heart well." ”
After that, he took Qiu Ze and closed the door and went out.
Outside, the two returned to Murong Lingyu's courtyard and continued to drink tea.
Brewing tea, but Qiu Ze's mind was no longer on the teapot in his hand.
"Why is your heart the same as his?"
Looking at the overly thick and bitter tea soup in the cup, Murong Lingyu's two eyebrows, which were still sparse yellow, furrowed slightly.
Qiu Ze came back to his senses, smiled wryly and calmed his mind, not letting it associate wantonly.
"Spectator?"
"Hmm."
There is no specific question, no specific answer, but the truth is already coming out.
Qiu Ze sighed for a long time, his heart was cleared, and his face showed a look of fascination.
He didn't look back at the room, just focused on making tea.
I tasted it, and it was just the right amount of sweetness.
Only then did Murong Lingyu nod and said, "If you know that you can't be in a hurry, you know that you can't be quiet." Being born precocious and knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.
Whether it's making tea or brewing wine, it's all about going step by step. Not fast, not slow.
Tea and drinking are the same, it only depends on the mood of the drinker. ”
Later, he folded his hands lightly on his abdomen, and a smile appeared on his face. The eyes containing the vicissitudes of life looked at the sky, as if they saw something.
And in that house, Li Qinglang looked at the scroll, and pulled closer one by one, and his mind was quickly pulled in.
And the inside of the house was also covered by the clouds and mist that spread out of the picture scroll, making it ethereal.
At the moment when he was about to enter the painting, Li Qinglang suddenly remembered that the character in the painting was the protagonist!
At the beginning, in order to create a sect with great strength and far-reaching background, and it had nothing to do with other forces, he thought about it for a long time, and then he thought of letting the protagonist travel through time after becoming enlightened.
In other words, Murong Lingyu met the protagonist who traveled back to the top when he was young, and after receiving his guidance, he created the concept of immortality?!
It's just that the hole has never been filled, so it's no wonder he forgets.
Li Qinglang's mind was pulled into the scroll, but he didn't see the figure.
Looking at the surrounding scenery again, he realized that this was the perspective of the person in the painting!
Looking into the distance, I originally thought it was the light of the purple qi of the morning glow, but after it was broken, I now knew that it was her sword light.
Without much movement, Li Qinglang already felt that his body was constantly inhaling the aura of heaven and earth, and his cultivation was also improving rapidly!
"Ugh."
In the painting, although everything is alive, it is an illusion after all.
Li Qinglang smiled bitterly, he was really funny, when he was in a hurry to recover his cultivation, it was useless. After being accustomed to listening to the scriptures and sweeping the floor, but getting a chance to recover?
really answered that sentence:
If you cultivate, you can achieve it in ten years. If you work hard to cultivate, you can achieve it in a hundred years. If you devote yourself to cultivating the Tao, you will never attain the Tao.
"If there is a loophole in the Sea of Qi Deficiency, why can't I keep it when I absorbed the aura before?"
In the middle of the picture, looking at the scene from countless years ago, he asked softly.
"Heaven and earth are not complete, how can you be complete?"
There is a voice of heart, asking and answering yourself.
When he stood on the ground, there was a golden light in Li Qinglang's body, which was the wisp that was separated from the golden pill many years ago.
And his Dao heart finally landed in the heart lake smoothly, and he was no longer disturbed by the turmoil.
Exiting from the scroll, the mist retracts and rolls back.
Li Qinglang looked at the portrait and finally realized it in his heart.
In the dantian and the sea of qi deficiency, the spiritual qi and dao qi were born out of thin air, or it was originally hidden in his dao heart, and now it can be revealed......