Southern of Great Rou, in the mountains.

The autumn night is getting deeper, and the atmosphere on the side of the bonfire is desolate, and the insects dare not sing. The pheasant next to the Taoist old man was no different from an ordinary pheasant except for a pair of long eyebrows. It's just that the golden eyes are strange no matter how you look at them, and they are full of playfulness.

The boy gradually recovered from his panic, realized how ridiculous his actions were, and slowly relaxed. Just as I was about to get used to it, I put on a picture of a weak person who was honestly afraid, but after thinking about it, I didn't do anything.

The pheasant continued to snort: "It's not easy, I almost let you escape once, of course I didn't use much effort, but if you let a mortal who has just opened his heart run away from the scene I set, grandpa and my face will be lost." ”

The old man said, "Who do you call grandpa?"

Pheasant nodded frequently, "You're grandpa, you're grandpa." ”

The old man nodded and agreed: "The heart is ape, and I am afraid that I will believe in the horse." ”

The young man recalled that when he spent candles with the green bead cave room, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he touched the cricket cage around his waist for a moment, and before his hand could touch it, he began to doubt in his heart.

Just as people sometimes suddenly realize that they are in a dream in a dream, they can't say what's wrong, but they understand it in their hearts at a certain moment. Once that suspicion is there, it can never be erased. Whether you can touch it or not, the result is the same, if the young man does not doubt it, as long as he thinks of it, there will naturally be a cricket cage hanging around his waist in the illusion.

It doesn't happen out of thin air, but "there" in the heart, and then it will be "there in the same place".

Poor teenagers are greedy for money, but greed for money has the benefit of being greedy for money.

Just the moment when his hand touched his waist and it had not yet reached it, the boy realized that something was wrong and told himself to "wake up."

It's just that the sudden "waking up" at that time is just a dream from one dream into another.

Li Minghui is still playing the drum in his heart, which is still different from his usual dreams, and what he has just seen and heard is vivid. At this moment, the young man wanted to glance at the cricket cage at the back of his back with his spare eyes, but he was afraid that the pheasant and the old man would see the clues, so he guarded his heart and forced himself to "not think about it".

The long-eyebrowed pheasant sneered, and the old man just smiled, unaware.

The water on the fire was completely boiling again, and Li Mingwei was sluggish for a while before he realized that this was in reality, so he took the pot and put it on the stone to cool, and after a while, put the cooked water into the water bladder for clear use.

The young man squatted and looked at the water in the pot and recalled the scene just now, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he felt. It's no wonder that there are many things in the dream world that are not the same as reality, such as how can there be pheasants crying at night in the garden of Linzi City, where people come and go? For example, how can the old man ride a deer cart when he is riding a deer all the way, and how can the real immortal sect use a gold ingot, which the poor young man in the mortal world has never seen? For example, "the whole small temple becomes a spirit" comes from a conjecture when he and Aqing stayed in the ancient temple at night when they were young, and the story of the old fox worshipping the moon has actually been told by the storyteller in the market before.

Everything that is reasonable and what is unreasonable comes from reality.

Phases are born from the heart, and images are born from the heart.

Then the more the young man moved forward, the more uncertain he became, and he looked up and asked, "Old man, when you first told me the truth, it was also false, right?"

The old man replied, "Not really." The beginning of your mirage was the time when I excused myself from leaving you, and it was all false from then on. ”

Li Mingwei nodded, and suddenly said: "Then I will hear a very loud pheasant cry in the distance, presumably this immortal master cast a spell." ”

And it should have something to do with the smoke it puffs out

For some reason, the boy felt that the pheasant's face was suddenly a little embarrassed after hearing this.

I don't know how long, the boy fell into a deep sleep, and he had no dreams all night.

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When the day dawns, the pheasants do not crow.

Without the white deer on behalf of the foot, the old man and the young man walked together, and a pheasant in front of him reluctantly led the way. The old man surnamed Wen seems to be old but his pace is vigorous, and his speed is not inferior to Li Minghui, who is tied with a huge burden.

With the local chicken leading the way, it is easy to pass the morning food. A little search can find a few wild fruits that the boy did not know, peel off the shell, and taste like ripe rice, but the mouth is full of flavor, and the stomach is not hungry at all.

It may be adjacent to the town, and over a mountain beam, you can already see a simple mountain path that has been built. The old man who had been walking unhurriedly suddenly stopped, and pushed aside the vines hanging from a stone wall beside the road, Li Minghui was curious, and there were many poems engraved on the stone wall, looking at the days for some years.

The pheasant also jumped back and forth, holding its head high.

The old man read slowly: "The thunderbolt earthquake valley cracks the empty mountain, and the broken hail catapults the thousand ice pills. I don't have time to look back at the plan, and I am wet and wet. The horse's hooves staggered and fell into the deep cliff a few times! That will be Pugong is still young, see you scare people. ”

The pheasant was short, looking up at the wall, full of disdain, "I thought it would be a Confucian reading seed, but I didn't expect the poems to be written so badly." Don't scare him, scare whom?"

The old man kicked lightly, "The ungrateful little thing, without his posthumous fame, can you have the identity of a righteous god from a prostitute to today?"

The pheasant flapped its wings and averted, arguing: "One yard to one yard." It is good for him to write stories, but the poems are really mediocre. If he hadn't helped me correct my position with a book, I wouldn't even have allowed him to keep these poems! Aren't you sad that your own home is always hung with calligraphy and paintings that you can't look at?"

The pheasant paced along the trail, falling into a memory, "If you want to say a sentence that can be eyed, it is not nothing." Pu Liuxian has been to my Huanshan Mountain many times in his life, and he only said in his early years, "The twilight rain and cold mountain road are poor, and the river beams are faint and Feihong." The brocade whip fog is wet and the autumn plains are black, and the silver Han Xingliuye is burned red. 'It's still well written. ”

The old man spat at him, "What a fart, didn't you show up and spit out the fog and cover the mountains at that time and forcibly forced him to write these two sentences?"

The pheasant smiled.

The word "brocade whip" in the poem actually refers to the long tail behind the pheasant.

The young man couldn't help but interject and asked, "Who are you talking about Pu Liuxian? Is it famous? Where are we now?"

The pheasant suddenly changed color, "Sun thief, you don't know my Da Huan Mountain?"

The wings slapped the ground, but there was a sound of slapping the table.

The old man raised his eyebrows, "Who are you calling your grandson?"

The pheasant bowed his head: "I am, I'm my grandson!"

The old man explained to the young man that the place where he was currently located was called Huanshan, and the hometown of Pu Liuxian mentioned just now was Hongshan County, which was not far away. Pu Liuxian has a bad career, and he has unfortunately failed to go to Dalu Capital for scientific research several times. This person was unwilled in his life, but after his death, he became famous all over the world because of a "Ghost Fox Book" that recorded "all the strange things in the world". During the period, a "Mountain Ruins" that recorded a mirage in the mountain mentioned mentioned the place mentioned is Huanshan. And the initiator of the so-called "mountain ruins" mirage is the pheasant in front of him. The latter's status has also risen because of the fame of the "Ghost Fox Book", and he was named the mountain official of this place by Mu Yueshan Jun from a prostitute.

With only a few hundred words, you can set a mountain god, and the literati's pen and ink are powerful, which lies in this.

Li Minghui thought of the "discord with the mountain officials in front" mentioned by Bailu when they separated, and his heart was clear.

The old man said: "Don't underestimate this little thing, if you really talk about it, it can be regarded as having some dragon blood, but it is very weak." Its real body should be called 'Mirage', it is born from the combination of a snake and a golden pheasant, and then by chance, the egg was buried in the earth by spring thunder, and it took hundreds of years to conjure such a thing. Usually it looks like a pheasant, and then give it a few hundred years of cultivation, let it turn into a mirage in the winter three marquis heavens and the sea, and exhale a breath that can transform thousands of miles of palace buildings. At that time, even I didn't dare to mess with it. ”

The young man finally understood why the eyes of this pheasant fairy were so terrifying, and it turned out that if he looked closely, the eyes of the pheasant were like snakes.

He groaned and bowed: "Thank you for the spell of the mountain official who helped me purify my heart." ”

", you and I are not related, you have no luck or wealth, my idle eggs want to get you? This old man tied me up!" the pheasant was indignant.

The boy was stunned. Thinking back to that distant scream at that time, it didn't smell like that.

The old man nodded the pheasant's head with his foot, "What's the matter, I asked you to do something, and you are still not satisfied?"

The pheasant jumped away violently, and the air within a radius of several miles instantly froze. roared: "Wen Changgong, don't bully the chicken too much!"

Immediately afterwards, I saw that the whole body of the pheasant seemed to be tied, hanging upside down and rising to a very high place, turning into a black spot, and then falling sharply, plunging into the valley not far away. There was a loud bang.

Heaven and earth are restored to heartiness. The old man and the boy continued on their way.

After a while, a long-eyebrowed pheasant with a gray face silently got up from the valley to keep up.

At that moment, this Yishan Zhengshen's body couldn't move at all, and his mouth and wings couldn't move. After landing, the cultivation of the body was directly peeled off for fifty years!

Ling Yu's messy mountain official muttered silently: "I may not be human, but you are real...... Old immortals. ”

There was a pause in the middle as a fairy smiled at it.

Li Ming-ai still asked, "Old man, in the illusion last night, did I dream of you, or did you enter my dream?"

The two seem to be similar, but they are actually very different. In the second "dream", there are some things that the teenager is too afraid of being known.

The old man smiled: "The words spoken by the people in the dream are my words, but I am outside the dream, what you really think of in the dream, I and the mountain official do not know." ”

Li Minghui looked directly into the old man's eyes, and the cold color in his eyes did not dissipate.

After experiencing last night's ups and downs, the young man has understood that even a little excessive malicious speculation towards the old man in front of him is better than the concealment of the little family's anger.

After a long time, he suddenly thought of something, and his eyes gradually lit up.

Wen Changgong smiled and nodded: "That's right, everything I said in my dream was counted." If you can get rid of the old barriers, I can teach you to step on the road step by step. If you refuse to strip your clothes, especially if you still look like a coy person after waking up, you will follow me on this trip south, which is two worlds. ”

Li Minghui couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, "Really?"

The old man said, "Say, what do you want to ask first?"

The young man stopped, closed his eyes, and after a while, Li Ming-hui asked, "What is cultivation?"

The old man's footsteps did not stop, but his steps slowed down: "Just like people eat and drink, those who eat grain are wise, those who eat meat are fierce, and those who eat qi are immortal, there is no difference." ”

The young man hurriedly followed and asked, "Then how do you divide the realm?"

Wen Changgong shook his head, "The three sects and the hundred schools, since the magic is universal, each family has its own cultivation method, how can there be any unified division? The blacksmith at your door will compete his blacksmithing skills with the teacher in the school?"

"If you talk about killing combat power alone, how have you ever heard of real Jianghu martial artists meeting and discussing cultivation first, let alone this mountain world where a hundred flowers bloom and there are different cultivation methods. ”

Li Ming-wai was silent.

But wherever there are people, things will only become more and more complicated, and cultivators are also human beings, so how can they use such a hypothetical way to compare high and low.

Originally, many of our habits are just taken for granted by outsiders, and insiders are too lazy to explain.

The old man looked at the young man's face, and said: "The reason why the three sects and hundreds of schools can shine at the moment is due to the earliest magic in the world. The name Fangshu was originally a contemptuous term for the world when martial arts were popular, and the practitioner's own name should be called Qi Refining. After the Qi Refiner won the 'Battle of the Mountains and Wilderness' with the Martial Artist in the Great Dao with the Martial Artist 10,000 years ago, he combined with the spiritual knowledge of various schools and sects to derive this Thousand Great Dao. Each avenue is different, and some of the knowledge and even the heart are compatible, but whether it is the Three Teachings or the Side Path, there is a chance to reach the top if you go to the extreme. The so-called 'the world has the same end but different paths, the same and a hundred considerations'. ”

"Therefore, I can say that one of the oldest Qi Refiner Realm Dividing Methods is just different from those that are circulating in your market, it only represents the degree of mastery of heaven and earth, and does not represent the ability to kill, let alone meet and report to each other that the realm is high or low. Li Minghui, I will only explain to you in my own way, which may not be completely accurate, but it is convenient for you to understand. ”

Li Minghui stopped and nodded.

The old man said: "There are thousands of cultivators in the world, in fact, in a word, they can be divided into three categories: 'meaning', 'image', and 'force'. The earliest practice of refining qi is to cultivate strength first, then to cultivate image, and finally to cultivate mind, step by step. ”

"The human body is like a cloth bag, and if you want to put something in it, you must first check the pocket carefully and sew it strongly. Therefore, all qi refining techniques, in addition to the serious practice of convincing qi, are supplemented by corresponding health methods, which is also related to the popularity of martial arts at that time. Therefore, there is still a saying in Taoism that 'if you don't cultivate your life, it will be difficult for the yin spirit to enter the holy world'. But the emphasis of martial artists and qi refiners is still different-Li Minghui, did Mr. Han from the academy teach you the difference between the words health and health?"

The young man scratched his head, "Sir may have said it, but I have missed too much. ”

The old man smiled, "Jian is a strong body with strong muscles and bones. Kang is a wide range of qi and strong blood. When a martial artist enters the Tao, he must have both, and the Qi Refiner attaches more importance to the latter. Before refining qi, you need to examine your body first, and this stage is called holding a candle to illuminate the body, and you can look inward, so it is called candlelight. ”

"After the candle shines, it is necessary to introduce qi into the body and expand the qi veins to open the acupoints, which is called Tongyu. ”

"When there are enough acupoints, you need to be able to draw the breath in the body out of the body to communicate with the world, achieve a large circulation, and find the mountain roots and qi sea that suit you from the body, this stage is called moving mountains and rivers. ”

"After that, it is necessary to use the mountains and rivers in the body to help each other, and to generate water and fire to form a golden pill. Candlelight, Tongyun, moving landscapes, and Jindan, these four stages can be simply understood as cultivation, and before the Jindan, they are about the same, nothing more than eating and eating. ”

Wen Changgong lowered his head, and when he saw the pheasant, he also craned his neck and was stunned.

The old man kicked it.

Only then did Lord Huanshan Shanguan realize it, and hurriedly spit out white gas, and cooperated with the old man's words to evolve a magical scene.

The old man continued: "Before Jindan, they all wanted to go outside and cultivate inside, and make a fuss in the human body, but after Jindan, they needed to go 'outside'. Master all things, simulate the image with qi, and thus give birth to thousands of methods. The early qi refiners all lived in the mountains or overseas, and the images were nothing more than the sun, moon and stars, birds and beasts. For example, the soldiers who originally attached great importance to martial arts refining have therefore developed a military formation that is extremely restrained from ordinary qi refiners. For example, the earliest saints made words, drew symbols, and the mantras of Buddhism and Taoism, all of which imitated the form and sound of all things, so as to borrow the great power of heaven and earth outside of human power. ”

The mountain official will be very busy, in the white gas outside the body, hazy manifestation of thousands of soldiers dressed pheasants, holding knives and spears, under the command of the generals pheasants, have gathered to change the formation, the sky above the battlefield is the qi gathered into an image, and there are constantly long snakes, tigers and leopards gradually formed, lifelike. There are also pheasants dressed in ancient times to make a contemplative shape, holding branches and drawing the ground, writing countless ancient characters, and then the sky rains, and the ghosts cry at night......

The teenager was eye-opening.

"However, imitating the outside will eventually return to the inside, and putting it on one's own cultivation is to break the original pattern in the body, and cultivate the human body like a small world, according to the different understandings of all things, so as to form one's own different states of mind, until the small world is completed. ”

"See heaven and earth, see all beings, and then you should see yourself. Xiao Tiandicheng needs to break the heart, if he passes, he can raise a candle out of the barrier, form a free body outside the body, and refine the spirit to return to the void. These major stages of demolition and reconstruction are respectively called taking a boat, watching the sea, pushing the mountain, and barezi. ”

The young man's eyes stared at the illusion evolved by the mountain officials, there were pheasants sitting cross-legged, closing their eyes and looking inward, and the inner spirit of the body formed mountains, rivers, and rivers, and even the sun, moon and stars, like a small world. The little pheasant tried to fly out of this "heaven and earth" he created after some thought, so that the mountains and the sea were turned upside down, and finally got rid of it, a little pheasant with no feathers on his body, and the big pheasant that was still sitting cross-legged in the same place looked at each other.

The young man couldn't take his eyes off it, the person was not wrapped in white gas, but his mind was still immersed in it, and he only asked: "Then what, then what?"

The old man said, "So, haven't you seen it?"

The boy was struck by lightning.

Li Mingwei raised his head: "After cultivating the image, there is cultivation." Strip your clothes and go through the market, and go upstairs?"

The old man nodded in satisfaction.

The boy sat still, lost in thought.

In the mirage last night, Li Minghui was pointed out by the old man in the clouds, and when he changed his mind, he had returned to Linzi City, naked, walking on the street. I saw a tall building in the middle of the city, climbed the stairs and then climbed the stairs, and finally met a person on the top floor. The man claimed to be himself, and he also called himself a "corpse" who climbed the stairs.

When Mr. Han talked about "rites" in the school, he once said that the ancient characters are very directive, such as "corpse" and "corpse" are two words, the former actually represents the living person who plays the ancestor during the ancestor worship ceremony, and the latter represents the body left behind after death.

Cultivating power to see heaven and earth, cultivating images to see sentient beings, and cultivating oneself.

The self in the illusion said to himself, "Why did Grandma Qi choose the two of you? From beginning to end, your choice is really your own choice?"

So, is this what I want to say to myself from the bottom of my heart?

Wen Changgong looked at the young man who was gradually frowning and shook his head slightly.

The mountain official, who was exhaling the side, stopped the drill, walked to the old man's side in broken steps, and stood side by side with the old man.

The pheasant asked: "The reason why Daojun changed his route to Huanshan and caught me is to borrow my innate supernatural powers, so that this kid can see his heart clearly, and teach him to keep the truth from the false and treat himself with sincerity." But you can see everything in last night's vision, so why did you lie to him? You teach people not to lie, you are lying. ”

The old man said: "This is called not sticking. He has suffered too much malice since he was a child, and he is used to using malice to speculate on people, so he still needs to keep some thoughts for him, and don't rush it. ”

The pheasant looked at the boy's increasingly frowning brow and asked, "Don't wake him up?"

The old man said, "Look again, look again." ”

The state of the teenager at this time is different from that when he was in the mirage, and he can no longer use the so-called "turning calligraphy" to peek into his heart, otherwise it will be easy to be discovered, but it will interrupt this mysterious state.

At this time, the young man's mind was still in the "building", standing against the railing, in front of him, there was a voice in his heart telling him that he should take a step forward to get out of the fence, but in his ears he remembered what the old man said, "retreat".

Is it forward or backward?

The four realms of cultivation are also known as the lower four realms, and the four realms of cultivation are also known as the middle four realms. The old man did not tell the young man about the four realms, which are called the Candle, the Jade Tower, the Guanzhi, and the Heaven.

After a long time, Li Mingwei exhaled deeply and opened his eyes.

Wen Changgong raised his eyebrows: "How?"

The young man got up from the ground and patted his trouser leg: "I didn't think about it, I didn't dare to make a decision, I'll talk about it when the time comes." ”

The old man's eyebrows curled: "This is very good." ”

The old man continued to explain the current situation on the mountain with the young man.

The force, image, and meaning just mentioned by Fang are only the old man's own understanding, and the saying that is common on the mountain is only divided into upper, middle and lower three products and twelve realms. Moreover, this is just an ancient way of alchemy before it "entered the WTO", and today's three sects and hundreds of schools have long since become their own laws, and they are no longer so disciplined at all.

The practice of the ancient method was too slow and difficult, but after entering the WTO, it combined with various ideas in the world and blossomed into all kinds of splendid flowers. Except for the initial stage of cultivation, the image and image are enough to go far enough.

The avenue is so wide, it can be explained and intercepted.

Now occupy the Confucianism of Guizhan Chau Avenue, the practice is "from the image into the mind", the Confucian disciples cultivate Haoran Qi, there are sages to create the "Gewu" law, the true meaning of all things in heaven and earth into the heart, so that the heart can also borrow the power of all things in heaven and earth, the gentleman speaks, and the law of heaven and earth follows.

The poets in Confucianism are unique, but "from the image to the image", the poet's disciples need to be more emotional and emotional, everyone needs to study different natal verses, and then the lust of the whole body is "entrusted" to the intention of the poem, and when it is displayed, it is often miserable or willowy, which is the most beautiful. The characters are amorous and the spells are handsome, so among the hundreds of schools, the children of poets are the most opposite.

Even if the same sentence of poetry, different people have different emphases of study, for example, a famous sentence "boundless falling wood Xiao Xiaoxia", those who intend to be "boundless", those who intend to be "Xiao Xiaoxia", different "meanings", and the "images" cultivated are very different.

The pheasant was thoughtful about the second half, and Li Mingwei was fascinated by the first half, and made up his mind to study poetry in the future.

After Taoism was defeated in the battle between speed and slowness, it changed from the study of governing the world to the study of supplementing the world, but it also retained more ancient alchemy techniques, and the cultivation method was the most complete. The matter of convincing qi alone has derived many schools such as the Five Elements Eating Qi Method, the Sun and Moon Essence Method, and the Six Ren Method. There is both a heavy mind and a heavy image, and it is more refined in comparison.

The Buddha Gate is a solitary cultivation, emphasizing not to seek outwardly, gradually enlightening and becoming a Buddha in the flesh. There was once a prince of Buddhism, who created the method of sending things with intention, and when he was born, everything around him was like a lamp, so he was called the prince of the lamp. Later, it was divided into two schools, Hinayana and Mahayana, Zidu and Duren.

In addition to the three religions, there are different practices.

There are historians who inherited the etiquette of the predecessor of Confucianism, practiced the art of "collecting style", traveled around the world, collected local folk songs and nursery rhymes, compiled them into a book, and extracted a part of the luck. There is also the technique of "slander", which records the words and deeds of the rulers of the dynasty, and praises and disparages them with the Spring and Autumn penmanship, increasing and degrading the luck of his dynasty.

There are also novelists, who do not want to let historians monopolize the number of days, hoping to rely on the power of a pen to change the truth with fiction, to determine the truth in vain, and even guide the hearts of the people of the world into a blank paper, and what is written is what the people think. Although Pu Liuxian is a Confucian protégé and has never changed his court, the reason why the pheasant's Huanshan mountain official can be sealed so quickly is also the result of the novelist's behind.

In addition, there are ancient Shu sword cultivators who do not believe in heaven and earth, but only believe in the sword in their hands.

The portrait master who does not cultivate himself and gives his heart and soul to the painted skin.

There is also a moon religion for moon worship practice.

All kinds of roads, from the side door, you can climb to the top.

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The beginning of the path is to ask.

The young man asked, "Why are there so many bad people when cultivators want to cultivate their minds?"

The old man replied, "Cultivation is the mind, not the cultivation of the public and the cultivation of goodness. As long as the 'truth is self-consistent' in the heart, even the evil demon can go to the top of the mountain. ”

The young man: "So this God, he only cares about the strong and the weak, regardless of good or evil, right?"

Wen Changgong was silent for a while and said, "That's fine. ”

Li Minghui rarely looked directly into the old man's eyes and said, "This is not good. ”

Li Mingwei asked another question: "I am walking in the downtown area, or me waiting in the high-rise building, the shell or the heart, which is me?"

Because I walked in this cold world, I put on layers of clothes and lived as people wanted.

When you reach a high place, in order to see yourself, you need to take off your clothes, cross mountains and seas, and climb tall buildings. So much for me, who am I?

Wen Changgong pursed his mouth and said that this question was very interesting. Then asked Li Minghui, do you know the difference between soul and spirit?

The boy shook his head, of course.

When he was in the small courtyard, Li Mingwei still had thoughts about the death of people or reincarnation, so he asked the young man this question. But good-looking people often don't like to be verbose, so young people refuse to discuss this long-winded topic with teenagers.

Fortunately, neither the old man nor the pheasant are afraid of verbosity.

The old man first explained: "There are three souls and seven souls in life, in fact, it is not in the story of Mr. Storyteller, a certain person caught a certain demon and a soul, but let go of a few souls and a few souls to do this child's addition and subtraction." ”

Li Minghui nodded, the more he learned about the real world, the young man felt that he couldn't fully believe in storybooks, and some storytellers were harmful!

The old man said: "The so-called three souls, fetal light, cool spirit, and ghost spirit, are actually your thoughts. The Seven Spirits are the instincts that are hidden in your body and are in charge of the movement of qi and blood in your limbs. For example, when you sleep, your mind stops controlling your body, but your body doesn't forget to breathe and digest because you don't control it. ”

"Breathing doesn't need to be controlled, it needs to be stopped. Because it is the mind that actually controls the body, not the mind itself. ”

Both the boy and the pheasant subconsciously slowed their breathing.

"There is a saying in the doctor that people sleep for small deaths, and people die for big sleep, which means that when people sleep, they are just three souls resting, and when their lives are over, their souls will be gone. Therefore, there is no such thing as 'catching souls'. If people lose their souls, they will be ignorant and stupid, and if they are depressed, they will be unbalanced and sick. The three souls and the seven spirits together make up you as a person. ”

The old man smiled, "There is a branch in the Dao Gate called the Five Divine Palace, according to which the 'Five Organs Hide the Gods' method was created, that is, when the candle is raised, the five organs are opened to the five mansions, and the heart and mind are respectively condensed into a small god of their own and sitting in the small world in the body, which is also a right path of cultivation." ”

"Therefore, there is no need to distinguish between the soul and the soul which is oneself. Time and everything, I am afraid of a detailed explanation, if you really want to subdivide, this world is no longer the world you thought it was. ”

Li Mingwei seems to understand whether he understands or not.

When the old man saw that the young man was still interested, he asked, "Let me ask you, who do you think is the real master of this big world today?"

The young man subconsciously wanted to answer, of course, that it was the elder human race of all souls, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his words: "Yes...... Monsters?"

The five continents of the world seem to be occupied by the human race. But in fact, outside the mountains and rivers and cities that the luck of the human race cannot reach, the demon clan is the real master of some lands.

Wen Changgong raised his hands in a gesture, handed them to the young man, blinked his eyes and asked, "Think about it again?"

Li Minghui stared at the palm of the old man who seemed to be empty, and was silent.

The old man asked, "Why did you boil the water last night?"

The boy's eyes lit up.

The old man nodded, and between his hands, there was gradually a stream of water. Between the words, the old man was detained from a stream that the two had crossed half an hour ago.

The old man said: "A bowl of water in the Buddha Temple, 48,000 insects." ”

Wen Changgong spread his hands away, and a pinch of the stream floated in place into countless fine mist that could not be seen by the naked eye. His fingers wrote an ancient character "wind" in the fog, and then waved his sleeves to scatter.

The boy felt a fresh breeze blowing on his face.

There is a worm in the "wind" that scatters very slowly.

The old man said: "The wind moves the insects, so the insects turn into eight days, and the heavens and the earth have eight winds." ”

"Buddhism has always had a saying that the human race and the demon race have never been the masters of this heaven and earth, but the insects between this heaven and earth. ”

Wen Changgong clapped his hands and patted all the remaining water stains on his hands. "We also have a similar saying in our Daomen, and one of the most important practice methods is called 'beheading three corpses'. ”

"Three corpses, also called three insects. There are three corpses stationed in everyone's body, the upper corpse is good for gorgeous clothes, the middle corpse is good for food, and the lower corpse is good for lewdness-desire, so people can consume their minds and reduce their age, so there is a practice method in the Taoist sect Gengshen day sleepless and Huangling technique. ”

"Recently, some people in Hongjizhou doctors said that in fact, the swarm alone weighs three or four catties in each person's abdomen. Men and women attract each other, in fact, the insect swarm on their bodies attracts each other. ”

"In the Jiang Chu Dynasty we are about to go to, the Mo family giant is said to have created a person who can walk with words. If in the future, everyone wears armor outside, and those armor can speak and talk to themselves, then in the concept of those armor, is their behavior their own behavior, or the behavior of you and me in their body?"

"People have three souls, and there are also seven spirits that are not controlled by the three souls. People have three corpses, and there are also seven emotions and six desires that consume people's essence and lifespan. Confucianism says that human nature is inherently good, and Legalism says that human nature is inherently evil.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, the ancestors of the peasant family domesticated the seeds and weeds to form the rice that is now spread all over all continents, so did people domesticate the weeds, or did the weeds domesticate the people who helped it evolve and grow?"

"Is this world a human world, a demon world, or a worm world?"

The old man asked again and again.

The autumn wind did not dare to answer, the weeds beside the road were green, and the insects were like thunder.

The mountain official and the boy stayed together like two chickens.

The old man smiled playfully: "Look at it, I just said don't think about it." ”

Laughing and laughing, the old man is still happy and the young man will ask these questions.

Most of the surprises and love of life for all adults come from their childhood curiosity about the world.

Wen Changgong raised his head to look at the sky and said to himself: "It is said that somewhere there is a long river of hearts for mortals who cannot reach it, and at the end of the long river, there is also a big insect." ”

The young man's eyes were blazing: "Old man, are you and I considered masters and apprentices?"

The old man said: "It's just easy to enlighten, you don't need to be commensurate with master and apprentice." Young man, it's okay to take advantage of it, don't kick your nose in the face. ”

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It's getting dark.

Along the way, the young man asked scattered questions, and the old man answered casually.

Often there is no connection between the two questions, and the thinking is extremely out-of-the-box, but the old man is not tired of answering patiently, and he is meticulous, and he often does not need Li Minghui to dig deep into the back questions.

Even the pheasant behind him listened very carefully.

said that he was an official of a mountain, but in fact, he was just a poor worm with weak blood and ignorant progress, and he rarely had the opportunity to hear such an in-depth answer.

Lantern night walk.

The two of them crossed the mountains and mountains.

On a hill, the boy got up and looked back, and beyond the mountain, the lights of the city were like beans.

The boy closed his eyes and looked at himself, and there was also a small person walking at night with a candle.

Li Minghui said softly: "It turns out that there is this scenery on the mountain. ”

Mountain Shadow listens.

One man murmurs, and the mountains echo.

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The tranquil town is filled with the smell of the sun shining on the stone pavement.

The houses scattered all over the town, as well as those red lanterns hanging high, diluted the auspicious meaning of the afternoon, revealing a rich and decadent atmosphere.

Gao's is second to none in the local town, the old lady Gao is charitable, eats fasting and recites Buddha, even if he passes by a foot monk, he must keep a good life to talk. There was once a group of swindlers who went to the rivers and lakes to come famous, pretending to be a homeless man to eat and live in Gao's house for a long time before saying goodbye and leaving, and someone broke it for the old lady Gao, who knew that the old lady smiled and said I already knew. I have accumulated my virtues, and they have created their iniquities, and we are both suitable, and we are both suitable.

It was such a bodhisattva-hearted old man, but now he was angry with a pair of scoundrels.

First, a dirty beggar cried and knocked on the door, and the aggrieved scream didn't look like he hadn't eaten for a few days.

The crying even alarmed the old lady who was resting in the inner house, and although the child's crying was exaggerated, his body was indeed skinny, and the wounds on his back and ankles could not be faked. The old lady was moved by compassion, and ordered the porter to take him to the kitchen for a full meal, and sent someone to bandage the wounds, and finally gave some running money to send him on the road.

The beggar left with a thousand thanks.

Mrs. Gao was very happy and did another good deed. Even though the beggar may have been instructed by some beggar gang behind him, the old lady fed him well and healed his injuries, which was a blessing that really fell into his pocket.

Immediately afterwards, an elderly sloppy monk came to the door to discuss Buddhism with the old lady.

The old lady Gao did good deeds, and her mentality was very happy, but she couldn't help the monks talk about Zen madness. If you want to say that he is a fake monk who comes to pester, the many Zen school inheritances mentioned in the other party's words and the private affairs of a well-known Zen monk are real. And suddenly one or two sentences are really quite sharp.

The old lady could not eat the depth or shallow, but only because his own wisdom was not enough, in line with the mind of respecting the Three Treasures, respectfully invited the monk to eat vegetarian food, and before leaving, he sent a lot of silver taels to the monk to prepare for the construction of the mountain gate.

The monk just walked away with the silver on his back, and a carriage came to the door of the high house on the back foot, and there was a big gourd on the roof of the car that was shaking, and there were two wandering parties in the carriage, an old man and a young man, who were noisily shouting to name the old lady Gao to see a doctor.

Before he had time to walk from the front door to the back house, the old lady Gao was surrounded by his family and stood on the steps of the gate, and asked angrily with a cane: "Are you two stupid for me?"

You Fanglang was shocked: "How do you know?"

Outside the town.

You Fanglang, who was driven out of the town for half a mile by seven or eight family members with dogs, found a mountain stream and took a bath.

The sky was getting dark, and the young one stared at the white-streaked shadow in the stream from afar, his big eyes blazing.

An oil lamp continued to hang in the corner of the carriage, and the flames were as dim as beans. The light in the boy's eyes flickered like beans. The shadow in the stream straightened up and put his dirty clothes back on.

The light in the eyes of the fallen boy turned to disgust.

"Immortals...... Even if you want to play Hongchen, feel life, and act in front of people, why ...... People are so dirty?"

Fang Cai's You Fang Langzhong, a bath and half a stream.

"That's not good," the old man looked serious, "I'm Jin San." ”

You Fanglang sorted out his clothes, picked up a bunch of stones from the side of the road, and took advantage of his ability to see, and smashed the night fish in the stream with the stones.

Nine out of ten hits, and occasionally the unlucky ghost was startled out from under the stone where he was perched and hit the stone, and only quickly turned over and disappeared.

"Anyway, if you hadn't lied to me, why would you and I have acted so hard, wouldn't it be good to kill and find the main master?" Jin San crooked his mouth and complained.

After the robbery in the mountains and forests that day, this fallen boy named Bai Nu claimed that he was gifted and could follow the smell to find Xue Ziyu, who the old man Jin San had worked with.

But afterwards, the young man took the old man around in circles, and he was never able to correct the Fa. After several questioning, the old man found that this young man was not a degenerate. In other words, although he was also classified as a slave of the fallen people, the young man had no ability to leave any blood except for a clever face.

Therefore, there is the appearance of the old man and the white slave in the town.

Jin San stopped smashing the fish, sandwiched the few remaining stones between his fingers, popped out of boredom, and the stones disappeared into the night sky one by one.

The old man said: "So you remember, so many lives were not killed by me, they all have to be recorded on your head." ”

The white slave boy rubbed his bandaged ankle and was indifferent. "What is this?"

Jin San showed a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Who remembers this." It always has to be tossed until they feel the pain. What's more, with such false compassion and false compassion, there is no point in living. ”

When the stone bullets were exhausted, the old man lifted the young man's neck and turned into the car, and drove away.

In the Gao family's back house in the distance, the old lady Gao's family was having dinner, and the door that had been opened many times during the day was closed. A pebble landed on the gate with a soft snapping sound.

The vermilion wooden door opened a flower, which was a splattered wooden thorn.

The stone broke through the door, and continued to move forward in the night, and met the flower tree in the courtyard. There was another soft snap, and the bark cracked, and the sawdust splattered, revealing a small hole in the hole.

The pebble continued to fly forward.

Walk through a thick courtyard wall. The wall skin is peeled off, the dust is flying, and the progress continues.

Walk through two open windows and a door.

Skim over the sumptuous dishes on the long table.

Passing over the smiling solemn faces of the children and grandchildren on both sides.

I met the old lady Gao who had just finished chanting Buddha at the end of the long table.

There was another soft snap.

A bloody hole appeared in Old Lady Gao's forehead.

He didn't have time to raise the rosary in his hand and perform the retreat method, and slowly fell backwards.

This was followed by another pebble, and more pebbles. Leave many small holes in the walls, and many quiet lines in the night of the town. There were no screams, but there were exclamations, and there were sounds of running, and the voices of people and dogs were just about to make noise before they quickly quieted down.

Jin San is very good at killing people, because he is the only two gold medal killers of the fourth generation of the Roller Blinds.

The lights of the town are lonely, dense and dense, and from a distance it looks like soybeans pouring in the night. The lights of the mansion were still not extinguished, but the sound was gone. Even the night Jing Anlang in the town didn't notice anything abnormal.

On the gate, Gao's family crest, a copper begonia flower fell off.

Do you know, know or not, it should be begonias.

Jingle bell.

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Nishan Academy.

Everyone in the world knows that the Confucian sages of the Great Lu Kingdom, Nishan Academy, is the place where the Holy Prophet first taught knowledge. In the Confucian occupation of a continent of Taoism, this place is like a Confucian holy place, as early as the old site of the academy built a very high scale and structure of the Nishan Palace.

On the contrary, there are not many people who know about the Nishan Academy in the back mountain.

Mr. Cheng said that it is excellent to let those who want to make pilgrimages have a place of pilgrimage, and let those who do learning have a place to do learning.

Dong Luzhu felt that this was very true.

Autumn is getting cooler, and today Dong Luzhu went to the back mountain alone to see the red leaves, so he didn't wear the women's Confucian shirt issued by the academy, but wore a white stand-up collar horse-faced jacket skirt, and pinned a favorite poetry book to his waist.

There are many rules on the side of the academy, requiring gentlemen to wear clothes at five o'clock, green in spring, red in summer, yellow in summer, and white in autumn. Fortunately, Dong Luzhu officially entered the academy with Mr. Han, and now she can wear her favorite white.

On the way back, fallen leaves covered the mountain road. The girl played with her heart and deliberately jumped forward in a place that was not covered by fallen leaves.

Hold the roll and step on the bluestone, and the red leaves avoid white clothes.

On the observation deck in the distance, a young man dressed in a Confucian shirt from the academy watched this scene from afar with a cup.

muttered: "Sure enough, I liked it at first sight, and when I look at it again, I still like it." ”

Friends behind him coaxed: "Since Brother Yuan likes it, then just like it, we won't compete with the gentleman for beauty." ”

During the banquet, several female Confucian scholars glanced at each other.

Sometimes, the likes and dislikes in this world come so unreasonably.

The girl on the mountain road didn't know it, and when she was approaching the academy, she finally tidied up her clothes, restored her clear and cold appearance, and slowly entered the mountain gate behind the mountain.

There is a small bell pavilion in the middle of the academy, the self-contained bell in the pavilion is driven by the Mojia mechanism, the front is a crystal plate, carved with twelve hours, the crystal plate rotates by itself, every time, the big bell will send out the corresponding jade sound, the sound can be transmitted for several miles.

Interestingly, directly above the bell, a large copper locust clings to it, opens its mouth wide, and swallows it exactly in the face of the words of the twelve hours that are spinning.

Every time Dong Luzhu passes by here, he will stop and look at this artifact for a long time.

"This locust's name is 'Sifu'. In the past, the sage watched the water on the riverside, leaving the sentence 'The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night'. Therefore, the college asked the Mo family mechanic to cast this self-bell to remind the students of the college that time has passed and they should not neglect their studies. ”

Dong Luzhu turned around and called "Mr. Cheng" sweetly.

A Confucian who was more aged than Mr. Han in Linzi City smiled and nodded.

The girl looked curiously at the red eyes of the locust inlaid with unknown materials, and asked, "Does this big locust really exist?"

The old Confucian smiled: "If the river where the sage watched the water is there, the locusts are there." ”

The girl arched her hand, "That student is going to be even more reluctant to work day and night." ”

Confucian waved her hand and asked her to leave.

The teacher and student treat each other as respectfully and politely as Luzhu and Mr. Han.

Confucius raised his head slowly, on the top of the mountain in the distance, a few beams of eyes always followed the girl's back, lingering.

The old man snorted.

Between the top of the mountain and the academy, there are clouds and mist.

The maiden returned to her lodgings, thought twice, closed the window, took a small jar of wine from the box, and tore open the mud seal.

The girl remembered Aqing's advice and took a sip of the altar.

Recite an article and take a sip of wine.

I miss my parents, I miss Aqing, I miss Li Minghui, and even I miss Pei Wenhu.

It turns out that a person drinks like this.

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Southern Libera.

In the sky, more than a dozen giant ships lay across.

The giant boats are connected by huge chains, dragging several mountains. At the foot of each mountain, there are still giant armored apes holding up the roots of the mountain and cooperating with the forward.

In the distance of the sky, several huge fireballs moved slowly, pulling out long, fiery tails.

Soon after, these fireballs will fall in the middle reaches of several large rivers in the distance, shaking off the water veins, and with the cooperation of hundreds of divisions on the ground, several large rivers will be diverted and converge in one place, recreating the grand occasion of the old Chaoshu water entering the sea.

At the same time, by the way, he also killed several water gods who violated the yang and yin, and completely changed the pattern of the underlying landscape gods.

Move mountains, cut off rivers.

Today's dynasty manpower is capable of defeating heaven and earth.

The largest flying boat has a rickety figure and is dressed in red.

Choi Sang.

The sky was windy, and his hair was flying, but the old man still wanted to try to see every detail of the dredging project under the clouds.

The previous minister of Xijing persuaded Zhang Tai'an of the academy party by thunderous means to strongly suppress the local officials of the Great Lu State to cooperate with the landscape project, and went to Mushan to meet Mushan Shanjun in person, and returned three days later.

At this time, Cui Buwei's power can be described as monstrous.

The name outside the body also stinks to the extreme!

There are hundreds of ministers crying outside Zhan Toad's platform. The folds under the Chenglu steps are piled up on the royal road.

After all, the Great Lu State was only a vassal state of the Xijing Dynasty and not a vassal state, and was suppressed by the Xijing Dynasty with power, although it finally agreed to the Xijing Dynasty's plan to move mountains and rivers, but the water under the court can be described as boiling.

Even the Nishan Academy sent a gentleman from the academy to have a long talk with Cui Buwei.

A young man with a red mole on his eyebrows, Cui Xihe, stood aside.

I only heard the old man whispering: "The duckweed has moved, there is no time, there is no time." ”

Booming.

Even high in the sky, there was a strong wind.

A few fireballs landed, the original water mansion collapsed, and the river was rerouted. There are also a few vicious curses issued by the old gods of the mountains and rivers who hide at the bottom of the mountains and rivers before they die!

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Jiang Chu Dynasty, a small city fifty miles outside the Mushan Mountains.

The town of Blackpool, as it is known, is the territory of the Knife Society. When the local townspeople were oppressed, or if there was something to adjudicate, their first thought was not to go to the yamen to find the six gates, but to find the brothers of the family to administer justice.

The blood of the Wangjia brothers is white.

This is something that all Blackpool people know.

The townspeople of Heichi Town often make a living by striking iron, and the farm tools they make are the best in Jiang Chuguo. Of course, weapons are actually the best.

The head of the Wangjia brothers is called Wangzuo, and when the Jiang Chu Dynasty started a war with the old Lai Kingdom, he led the Wangjia brothers to join the army resolutely, and now the war has subsided before returning to his hometown. That's why Wangzuo likes horses very much.

No one was going to help him raise horses before, now there is one.

There is a stable at the back of the yard of the Little Knife Society, and two old and thin horses are kept. Wangzuo looked at the two military horses that had followed him to the battlefield with relief, and the coat color seemed to be much better than before. Then he looked down the horse's neck and found a few goldfish in the tank where the horse was drinking.

Wangzuo's face became gloomy.

A voice explained to him: "Your people don't raise horses, so horses always have worms on them." In addition to spending a lot of money waiting for the horse to get sick and get herbs to deworm the horse, another way is to feed the goldfish in the tank. Believe it or not, these fish will eat eggs in the water that you can't see. ”

Wangzuo groaned for a moment, grabbed the neck of the person opposite, and laughed. "I believe you, because in Blackpool Town, no one has dared to lie to our brothers. Including you, Chen Aqing. ”

Wang's left hand increased the strength, "You can raise the horse well, and follow me in the future." ”

Aqing smiled bitterly.

At that time, he followed Xu Sikui and was led to Mushanzong by the people of Mushanzong, but encountered an accident. By chance, he traveled through the entire Mushan Mountains and ended up in this small town in Jiang Chuguo.

Because of this, he failed to reply to Li Minghui and Luzhu.

Ah Qing took the medicinal wine handed by Wangzuo and took a sip.

Until now, there is still an arrow in his body that has not been taken out.

After being rescued by this man named Wangzuo, Aqing was suddenly knocked out of the meticulous plan. Everything was not as expected, and everything seemed to go as it should.

The man with a short beard and slight hair in front of him seemed to have a kind of wildness and ...... that Aqing had never seen before, or had never seen in the fairies of the market and Fushuilou in Linzi City Enthusiastic?

The same man who was born in the mud and stared at the sky, but this man, who was a villain in the village before the war and became a protector after the war, seems to always see suffering, but never exaggerates and cares about suffering.

It's completely different from Ah Qing's step-by-step calculation.

Qing took another sip of wine and sat on the railing of the stable, surrounded by the dry smell of hay, the hot smell of the horses, and the stench of horse dung.

The neatly dressed Wangzuo also sat down with him, took out a small silver box from his arms, and took out a thick paper roll from it. He handed it to Aqing, "Come on, the good goods smuggled from Raozhou, New Nan." ”

Qing understood what he meant and shook his head. He asked helplessly: "Why do you want me to stay so much? Just let me recover from my injuries quietly, do something for you to repay my kindness, and then let me go, okay?"

Wangzuo lit the paper roll in his hand with firewood, "Because I can see what you want from you, and it's from me." Because, we are very similar. ”

Aqing no longer holds out hope.

I couldn't run away if I wanted to, and I was injured. And the man next to him is very capable of fighting.

The man pulled the corners of Aqing's mouth, "Don't always be so bitter, I won't hurt you." ”

Aqing asked, "Brother Wang, you used to have a hard time, right?" How did you manage to be so optimistic?"

Wangzuo spat out a puff of smoke: "Maybe it's because of habit suffering." ”

Ah Qing asked: "People like us, have we always been so miserable? Or will it be better when we grow up?" ”

There was a nice smell of tobacco in the smoke, and the man in the smoke said, "I didn't get used to it, I just figured it out." Our suffering is not limited to death, but is innate. ”

The weather is slightly cold.

Some people have light and heat in their bodies.

Some leapt into the air and emerge from the split wind, others knelt on the ground and let out a thunderous howl. The light and heat in these people's bodies will eventually burn through the ice, light up the darkness, and write their own answers to the world.

No matter how hard life is, the light and heat still exist.

(14,000 words.) It's been a long time since I've seen everyone.

It's the beginning of the month, ask for a monthly pass...... ）