Chapter Seventy-Three: Leaving the Tower of Seven Feelings
"Why should I control it? How can people progress without desire? Because if you want to live forever, you have the method of cultivating immortals, because you want property, you have commercial transactions, you have prosperity in the world, because you want to reproduce the race, you have the companionship of lovers in the world, which progress in this world is not because of desire? Don't you have desire, old monk!"
"No, the old man!"
"Hahaha... Isn't it a desire that you seek to become a Buddha and become a saint in the future?"
Ming Cong opened his mouth for a long time, and suddenly laughed: "Xue Yutang, Xue Yutang, the old man who has cultivated Buddha for a hundred years is not as transparent as you teenage child! People's desires are unstoppable and endless! Why do I have to have no desires and no desires! As long as there is a Buddha in my heart, then I am a Buddha, so why blame myself for my impure heart and difficult to calm my desires! Okay... Good... Well..."
"Xue Yutang, go ahead!"
With a wave of his hand, a ladder appeared in the hall.
Ming Cong sat down cross-legged, the golden light flashed on his head and neck, and the position of the Baihui acupoint began, slowly paving down along Ming Cong like gilding, Xue Yutang stood aside and envied it!
Wang Menglan, Haisan, and Taozi woke up one after another, looking at Xue Yutang, they all felt that his temperament was different, there was a sense of emptiness and freedom, standing there with his hands behind his back, as if there was nothing! In fact, Xue Yutang's understanding was not completely stable, otherwise they should feel that he was an ordinary person, but Xue Yutang was already very satisfied, he had reached the peak of the first realm of the soul refining period, and it would not be long before he could enter the second realm of the soul refining period, and it was only less than a year before he changed from the first realm of the Dao Entry Period to the peak of the first realm of the Soul Refining Period!
Xue Yutang took a look at them one by one, Wang Menglan was at the peak of the first realm of the Dao realm, and Haisan was in the middle of the first realm of the Dao period, he couldn't see through this peach!
Wang Menglan happily told Xue Yutang about what happened after he entered the Soul Sea, of course, for Hai San to sleep is the middle of the first realm of the Dao Entry Period, Xue Yutang is still jealous, he was tortured for nearly a month to enter the early stage of the Initiation Period, this is simply a lie to win.
Peach's wariness of Xue Yutang gradually disappeared, and although he was not as close as Wang Menglan and Hai San when he stood next to Xue Yutang, he was also wronged and complained to Xue Yutang about his inability to practice, Xue Yutang listened for a long time with his brows twisted, and said comfortingly: "It's okay, with your lobby brother here, I will find a way to solve it for you!"
Although Xue Yutang said so, he didn't have any bottom in his heart.
Seeing that everyone was fine, Xue Yutang wanted to lead everyone out, and when they left, the four of them walked up to Ming Cong and respectfully bowed three times to Ming Cong, who was in practice.
The four of them walked towards the stairs, Xue Yutang seemed to think of something, and suddenly couldn't help but want to laugh, but thinking that he couldn't disturb Ming Cong, he forcibly held back his shoulders and twitched, and looked at the three of them straight.
Standing on the top of the tower, Xue Yutang found that this was the crystal ball that he and others saw outside, and when he looked out from here, the white miasma had returned to the cloud wall, and the cloud wall dozens of zhang high surrounded the Seven Feelings Tower in the middle, and there was still barren land and desolate farmers in the distance. Thinking of the experience of a few months, Xue Yutang felt a little unreal, Yao Xian'er was lost by herself! I don't know what happened to Wang Fatzi and his cousin, whether they went out!
Just as he was thinking about the crystal ball, the four people disappeared, and the Seven Emotions Tower returned to calm.
Far away, Yue Fengcheng stood quietly on top of a building, looking at the light of the Seven Feelings Tower flickering, what kind of person is this who went out from here! Ming Cong old monster, sooner or later I will destroy you!
In the depths of the building, Yao Xian'er sat quietly cross-legged on top of a 10,000-year-old ice spirit, surrounded by white butterflies dancing around her, shuttling through Yao Xian'er's eyebrows and heart seal hall from time to time. It's just that the light of the Seven Feelings Tower flashed, which made Yao Xian'er's heart tighten, as if something important had been lost, the rhythm of breathing suddenly became chaotic, and the butterflies around her seemed to smell some sweet food, and instantly pounced on her, Yue Fengcheng stood on the roof and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and his figure flashed and came to the room where Yao Xian'er was practicing, seeing such a scene, the sword pointed at Yao Xian'er's eyebrows, Yao Xian'er fell asleep, and the butterfly on her body also turned into a little starlight, and disappeared into the ice spirit under Yao Xian'er.
Yue Fengcheng frowned: "It seems that you have to forget him completely!"
The four of Xue Yutang were blown into the air by a strong wind like a spray of magma, and the screams of the four resounded through the sky.
"Your uncle! don't play like this!" Xue Yutang scratched around in mid-air with his teeth and claws, but he didn't catch anything.
"Bang Bang" The four people were hung on the tree in turn, dangling on the branches.
Click!
"Don't," the branches finally broke as the four shouted.
"Poof!"
I saw four gray faces, one of them holding a tree, holding his waist and slowly standing up!
"Uncle, I know that the old monk Ming Cong is not well-intentioned!
Xue Yutang complained as he stood there rubbing his waist.
"Say you're stupid, you're really stupid, why don't you recall Long Ying?" Xue Yutang's voice came from Hu Ling'er's head.
"How can I think of it!" Xue Yutang himself felt aggrieved.
"When you go back, you need to turn the summoning of the Dragon Eagle into an ability! There's still a lot to learn. ”
"Got it, Grandma-in-law, I don't have time!"
"Excuse, your escape from death this time is all luck, you can't always live by luck!"
Xue Yutang didn't dare to refute, and quickly nodded and said yes.
At this time, Wang Menglan and Hai San's faces were red, panting like a cow, Xue Yutang was frightened all of a sudden, and hurried to see what was going on with the two, Xue Yutang put his hand on the heads of the two, and felt that the foreheads of the two were hot.
"This was fine just now! What's going on?"
Momoko burst into tears on the side.
Xue Yutang was also at a loss!
"They're on fire!" Hu Linger's voice sounded again.
"What then?"
"Find the Soul Beast and Soul Together!"
"Ahh
Hu Ling'er suddenly stopped squeaking!
"Do you still have cold grass there?" Xue Yutang suddenly remembered that they said that they would rely on the cold grass below to resist the fire poison.
Hai San pointed to his chest with difficulty, Xue Yutang hurriedly took out two handfuls of cold grass from Hai San's chest, and no matter how many people fed them in their mouths, after half a day, the red on their faces gradually receded, and their body temperature returned to normal.
Seeing that the two of them were fine, Xue Yutang finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You guys take a rest first, I'll go find some game in a while, and you can eat something!"