Xue Zha asked Cao Fang about the path of the Holy Path, and Cao Fang said: "If a scholar's entry into the Tao is poetry, the foundation of enlightenment is the scriptures. ”

In fact, if you can have one or two small words in your heart, you can become a jinshi, and if you can put the words of these saints into practice, then you can become a bachelor and enter Hanlin. ”

And if you can make one or two annotated articles on this basis, then you can be a great Confucian who can be courteous to the national army. On the Internet, it is necessary for readers to comprehend on their own, or to hone their hearts in the red dust, or to place their affection in the mountains and rivers, to grind the world, understand nature, and form their own holy path. ”

Cao Fang finished introducing the road before becoming holy in three or two sentences, and then he said: "And entering the holy realm of the Dao is not the end of the road. ”

"The Holy Realm and the Saint are two different things, the Saint Realm includes the three levels of Saint, Semi-Saint and Sub-Saint, and the Meng Saint you have seen, he is the cultivation of the peak of the Saint Realm, and the White Saint...... Huh!"

"Well, I probably know, so what about you, you should be a saint, right?"

Xue Zha took a bite of food and asked ominously.

Cao Fang nodded, he said: "To enter the Holy Realm, there is no need to be robbed, at most, you have to go through some heart demon tribulations, probably to polish the heart and courage of the reader, after all, a courageless scholar with regrets in his heart, even if he enters the Holy Realm, he will not be able to go far." ”

Xue Zha nodded, he agreed with this statement, in the history of the previous life, it was too many corrupt, afraid of death, and calculating scholars who ruined the prosperous China of the Han and Tang dynasties and the Song and Ming dynasties after ascending to high positions again and again.

He didn't let Cao Fang continue to introduce some knowledge of the Holy Dao, he asked bluntly: "Which path do you take, look at your wooden barrel dress, green ox, bamboo flute, you can't be called Wang Mian, right?"

"Who's that?"

Cao Fang shook his head, and he said calmly, "I am indeed a saint with a complete holy path. ”

"And my prosperous road is to put my affection on the mountains and rivers, listen to the wind and snow, and on the other hand herd cattle and graze, and feel the true meaning of life, my holy way is the countryside. ”

As he spoke, a picture scroll appeared behind Cao Fang.

On the picture scroll, a shepherd boy rides a cow and plays the flute, there is smoke curling in the distance, and the eyes of the shepherd boy are clear and bright, like a spirit boy born of the spirit of heaven and earth, without a trace of fireworks.

When Xue Zha saw this picture, he nodded and asked, "This painting is very complete......

"That's nature, how can I be holy without a perfect picture of the Holy Word?"

"But, aren't you going to help me go further?"

Cao Fang blinked, he looked at Xue Zha expectantly, whether he could go further or not depended on Xue Zha's understanding of the Holy Dao.

"The reason why I just told you so much about the knowledge of the Holy Realm and the Holy Realm is that I want you to have more reserves, and after seeing my Sacred Dao Picture Scroll, you can help me have more inspiration for this painting to become meteorological. ”

"Help you turn this painting into a climate?"

Xue Zha pinched his chin and pondered, he stared at the painting behind Cao Fang with interest, looked at it for a long time, and asked, "Do you want to turn this painting into a meteorological landscape?"

Boom, Xue Zha's words rang in Cao Fang's ears, it was like a spring thunder exploding, countless pictures appeared and disillusioned in his eyes, countless knowledge links and combinations in his brain and then generated new knowledge, and one by one the feelings sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and at this moment, the breath on his body was also rising like a pillar of smoke.

With a loud bang, the cave where Xue Zha and Cao Fang were located collapsed.

Pan Xiaolian was originally discussing some of Yunhongshan's daily affairs with Liu Xiaoguo and Dong Chengcheng, and after hearing this earth-shaking loud noise, they rushed over one after another.

Xue Zha coughed and crawled out of the rocks, but Cao Fang rode the green ox flute to his mouth and closed his eyes and floated in the air.

The painting behind him disappeared at this time, replaced by a handful of smoke, in the smoke, as if there were thousands of hectares of fertile land, as if there were mulberry willows and elms, as if there were little girls fluttering butterflies and little boys fishing table shrimp, as if there was a dying old man shaking a folding fan to discuss the country at sunset, as if there were ditches and vertical and horizontal, frogs and birds chirping.

The world inside the smoke is still illusory, and only when Cao Fang's spiritual world is completely projected, and only when the spiritual world in his mind is completely manifested in this world, can his holy path be regarded as a big step forward.

Xue Zha was stood up from the ruins by Pan Xiaolian, he has a special physique now, and he is supported by colorful jade around his waist, otherwise the moment the cave collapsed, he would have to give an explanation.

He didn't expect that he just asked for no reason, he didn't even have a thought, he just wanted to confirm what Cao Fang wanted, and then he saw Cao Fang enlightened.

"Really...... Your own has nothing to do with me!"

Xue Zha's eyes looked up at the sky, his eyes converged, through the layers of white mist, and at a glance he stared at an ancestral hall in that world.

This is something that Cao Fang has seen since he was a child, and it is a product of the world history of the Wenyu Continent, but at this time, the Cao ancestral hall, which is not high, exudes a rotten and solid atmosphere, and the black qi floats out of it, constantly binding the old and young men and women around the ancestral hall.

Xue Zha knew that this was the last obstacle for Cao Fang to go further, it was like the form of the original picture scroll, which limited Cao Fang's imagination and restricted his path to prosperity.

He hesitated for a moment, put his hands in front of his mouth, and shouted at Cao Fang, who was high in the air with closed eyes.

"Children, miscellaneous your ancestral hall, the countryside is beautiful, and there is no need to restrain that beauty. ”

"Think about the kite, is it because a line can't fly into the sky like a Honghu Lake, and then think about the big frog in the well water, is it because of the restrictions of the wellhead, does it mistakenly think that the world is narrow and the sun and the moon are not common?"

When Xue Zha's first words came into Cao Fang's ears, Cao Fang's brows furrowed, the ancestral hall, the sacrifice, and the ancestors, this is a very important "ceremony" for any person in the Wenyu Continent, and it should not be wasted.

But when Xue Zha's second sentence shouted, when the metaphor of the two images of "kite" and "frog at the bottom of the well" appeared in his mind, he suddenly realized, and a resolute will flew out of his eyebrows, turned into a giant hammer, and flew into the smoke world fiercely, smashing the Cao ancestral hall that kept black smoke coming out.

When the giant hammer smashed the ancestral hall, all the men and women who were bound by the black smoke floating out of the ancestral hall showed relaxed expressions on their faces at the same time, they each followed the original trajectory of plowing the fields, weaving, fishing, and enjoying the coolness, they were no longer bound by any way, any level of power, they became the happiest people in the pastoral world.

It was precisely because of this that Cao Fang's body shook suddenly, and he felt that there were countless weak but resolute wills gathering in heaven and earth, and he seemed to hear the wishes of many desperate, numb, and hopeless people in his ears.

"I want to farm my own land, I want to have a strong house, I want to be able to support my parents with meat, and I want to give my children a carefree childhood. ”

"I want to have enough to eat, I want to have good weather all year round, I want to never go hungry for the rest of my life, even for my children and grandchildren. ”

"I want to buy a new hairpin for my wife, I want to make a new apron for my wife, I want to have time to make a slingshot for my son, so that he can hunt birds better than other children. ”

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Cao Fang heard these thoughts and looked back at the illusory world behind him.

He knew that his path to prosperity had taken another step, but he also knew where to go next.

"I want to practice and truly present my pastoral world on the Wenyu continent!"

Cao Fang's words were spit out softly, and heaven and earth felt it, and a piece of paper with the color of wine descended.

He looked down at Xue Zha, who looked like a little ant on the ground, this child smiled, he lightly mentioned the Nagbi that appeared out of thin air, and put his name on this "Holy Dao Contract" that belonged to him a thousand times.