When the first rays of the morning sun rise in the east, they gradually begin to shine brightly in the sky. The whole world was saved from the boring night. The rising light is warm, hot, and blazing. With a new hope. That is the light of life that guides everyone who is confused to move forward!

In the long morning breeze, Wang Ping's clothes fluttered, independent of the sea of flowers, and he looked at the dawn of the sky from afar. The colorful flowers around him swayed gently with the wind and dew, the fragrant sweet fragrance and the slightly cool and refreshing morning breeze, which made people feel refreshed in their hearts, and washed the tiredness of the wind and dust rushing in Wang Ping's ghost world.

At this time, he was alone in the sea of flowers looking at the distant mountains and waters, but he saw that between the rolling mountains in the distance, the clouds and mist were gathering, but the fiery red shadow broke through the barrier from the top of the mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, and finally crossed the blockade of the clouds and fog and the loneliness of the cliff peak, and soared to the sky dome. Eventually, it retreated into the sky, releasing a bright morning glow.

What exactly is 'all the way to the truth'? Wang Ping smiled faintly, and he settled here, seeing the sunrise on the top of the mountain, reflecting the boundless earthly veins and mountains. You can watch the sun rise and moon set. The flowers bloom, the clouds and clouds, in the world beyond the distant mountains, it is inevitable that it is the bustling and prosperous imperial capital Chang'an City.

The people there were shoulder to shoulder, the princes and nobles with a lot of wealth looked down on the poor people, and the talented Confucian scholars who read poetry and books looked down on the idlers on the streets. The actors in the theater were babbling and singing, and the human figure walking under the stage was **. No one stops to see the world as it really is. They have lost a lot of beautiful scenery, and they do not bring it with them in life or with them in death.

In ancient times in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, there was Tao Yuanming, Mr. Jingjie, who was a hermit and a noble person. He once wrote the famous sentence of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely seeing Nanshan", which was widely praised in the world. He saw the filth of the world, and his heart was unhappy. He abandoned a black gauze hat and went into seclusion, cultivating the acres of land. Although his life has always shown a weak attitude towards the world, can such a life really find the 'truth' that he wants to pursue on the road to the world?

Lu Yang doesn't know where to return to the truth, he often thinks about what he has come from in this life. Looking back on this life, when he was a teenager, his mentor who was like a father left him. He was left alone in this world. In his spare time, he can only recite poetry and drink wine alone, so that he can be comforted a little. In the vast world, he is the only one who walks lonely in the cold and snowy empty mountains of Shanglu City, Hezhong County, with snow as the word and plum into poetry. No one understands him and can enter his world.

And when he met for the first time on the stone bridge in Shanglu City, he met the woman who was holding a white paper umbrella, an independent bridge, and a beautiful person, Lu Yang found a confidant. They are also lonely, in Chang'an City, boating under the moon, in the demon ruins, guarding life and death. Even among the soldiers and horses of the God Realm, the Four Heavenly Kings overturned the Qingqiu World. However, as long as he is with her, everything is enough to be defeated, they are connected by life and death, and their love is undying.

However, it can't change the various sufferings inflicted from the Heavenly Dao, the divine thunder descends, and the Qingqiu destroys the fire. In the end, everything was destroyed. No one can resist the majesty of heaven and earth. When the piano sounded, she turned around, tears boiling with her eyes. The ruthless Heavenly Dao took everything away from him like this, and Lu Yang woke up from a nightmare for many nights, that kind of unforgettable thoughts, heart-rending pain. He suffered and suffered a lot.

He didn't understand why there were winds and snows and frost everywhere in his life. It is bitter and sweet, but it is always evocative and extremely lonely. Looking back on the past, many of the mistakes I made cannot be forgiven, and it has become a lot of regrets. But if you want to change, you are always tormented by reality and bruised all over your body.

Sometimes Lu Yang would think, how good it would be to be like Tao Yuanming? The world is dusty, just like the 'the whole world is turbid, I am alone, and the whole world is drunk and I am awake.' The words are general, the dust of the world, the hoarse cries that come from walking in the long streets and old alleys. The noisy sounds and main themes make you want to separate the loud sounds from the empty and complicated tunes.

However, even if the knot is hidden in the empty mountain valley, the lotus hoe bears the moon, and the fire cooks tea. All day long, I am friends with the white wall, and the lonely shadow of the bright moon is my companion. How lonely and empty should it be? Lu Yang felt that although his life was miserable and lonely, he had experienced many wonderful things, many things that ordinary people had never done and had no courage to do.

He once accompanied a beautiful woman and went boating in the moat of Chang'an, the imperial capital. He also escaped from the dangerous place of the demon ruins and ascended to heaven. In the realm of the five ambitions, he was chivalrous and brave, and crashed into the tiger's den in Longtan. In the Burning Fire Refining Demon Tower, he was alone and brave, and climbed the Sword Mountain to break into the sea of fire. The iron blood and artillery fire of the Chaotic Demon Domain did not impress him, and the difficulties and dangers of the Wood Phantom Domain did not make him retreat. There were endless dangers along the way, and finally, Lu Yang used the sword in his hand to cut through the thorns and open up a path of his own life.

Lu Yang feels that where the 'truth' is on the road is in people's hearts and attitudes towards the world. His life will not be as dull as Tao Yuanming, nor will it be like those who sit everywhere by the streams and springs.

They can only use their singing voices to recall, 'How did they just get old when they were sensible'. In fact, they don't understand anything at all, and all of them have wasted their time in the past 100 years. I don't understand the meaning of life in the slightest. Only sitting there, sighing for a long time at the passage of time like galloping horses, they waste air alive, waste land when they die, lean on the old, sell the old, old and unrespectable, old but not pitiful, live the most disgusting and regrettable appearance.

The meaning of life lies in discovery, in searching. He is good at discovering the beauty in life and seeking the 'road' in the world. Many people are in a hurry, traveling to study at a young age, and when they are old, they are also busy with the focus of life. Every day when I open my eyes, I am exhausted. Muddy, whether it's morning or afternoon, the time has become a dead loop value for them.

Many people do not have free time and do not have the conditions to pursue rest. It is impossible for them to pursue rest, conform to the main theme of the world, but they cannot get rid of the deviation of their biological clock. Such a person might as well let himself be free and easy. Free and easy people can continue to maintain a healthy attitude in the changing life, so as to discover the fun in life.

'All paths to the truth' are a person's journey in the world. Perhaps this realm is just like Wang Ping, who has seen the magnificent mountains and waters of southern Xinjiang, and also waded through the vicissitudes of the sea of thousands of miles of ice floe. Pursuing, seeking. It is the most genuine memory and nostalgia in life. The existence of 'truth' may be ethereal, but when we run on the road of life, everything we have experienced is unforgettable and unforgettable. These are the places we look back on, the most precious journey.

Lu Yang was bathed in the morning breeze, and naturally woke up from his dream, and his body left behind yesterday's fatigue. He and Wang Ping stood side by side, watching the sunrise on the top of the mountain at this time, and learned a lot from it, which also benefited a lot. I can't help but look at Wang Ping and smile, this life is either magnificent or indifferent and peaceful, which is worth remembering and experiencing. Thousands of miles away, the sun warms up, and the clouds open and close. It makes the oriental sky bright, illuminating thousands of miles of splendid mountains and rivers, so beautiful and boundless.

"The Nether God's mana is powerful, and if he is born this time, he will definitely be an extremely difficult enemy. So, I'm going to call an old friend I've made to help me. He is a highly respected Buddhist master, if that Zen master is here, we will destroy the Netherworld God and benefit the common people in the world, and we will have ten percent certainty. Wang Ping smiled indifferently and said.

"What kind of big man will that be?" Hearing Wang Ping praise the Zen master elder from the Buddhist family like this, Lu Yang couldn't help but yearn for it, because of the Xuanzhen sect today, the Taoist sect is thriving day by day, covering the name of the world's largest sect. The monks of the world all respect the orthodox sect of the thousand-year-old Xuanzhen sect. Buddhism, which is also subtle and subtle, died out silently a hundred years ago with the thousand-year-old giant sect of Buddhism, which is also profound.

In today's world, although there are not a few Buddhist cultivators, they are no longer the era of incense that was at their peak hundreds of years ago. How many famous ancient temples are hidden in the deep mountain treasures, such as Mount Emei, Mount Wutai, Mount Huangshan and other mountain caves. Sanskrit sound is still protecting the vicissitudes of the world, saving the world, and getting rid of disasters and misery.

Wang Ping turned his palm, but saw a small golden 'swastika' character seal, suddenly appeared in the sky, this seal is dignified and majestic, faintly blessed with glass treasure light, it is the authentic Buddhist demon law. I can't help but admire it in my heart. There are not many people in this world who still understand this kind of upright and pure Buddhism supreme magic. And this spell that Wang Ping cast was even more impressive, and he really cultivated this secret method of Buddhism to a point that few people have reached.

The swastika seal appears in the western sky, with thousands of brilliance, like a new round of dawn and the red sun rising in the east in the sea of clouds. Among them, the treasure light is circling, and the light wheels are like veins chasing the 'swastika' character trick and circulating, and there are nine hundred and eighty-one gorgeous brilliance running in it. It seems that Wang Ping's voice has been transmitted to the world thousands of miles away.

"Zen Master Wuku, Wang Ping is invited!"

The voice fluctuated with a unique wave, and in the spread of the light like water waves, it reached the ears of an old monk who was frowning and meditating on the outskirts of Luming Mountain. Since he heard Wang Ping's call, the pale-looking old Zen master immediately collected the magical power of traveling all over the world, stood up directly from the futon, and dusted off the dust on the old robe.

He locked the door of the hermitage, stepped on the ancient path and stone bridge full of weeds in the mountains, and in an instant, he disappeared from sight.

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