I don't know when the sound of the pipa has stopped, if it weren't for Mo Liunian to say it, the little half-immortals still haven't noticed it.

Soon, a stick of incense passed, the ranking of the stele still did not change, Bai Xiaochun was still the first, Zhou Xinqi walked out of the wooden house, her expression was indifferent, and she was completely sure in her heart, this time she used at least eighty percent of her attainments to complete four thousand of the ten thousand medicinal herbs. In her opinion, surpassing the unknown disciple who had some talent was absolute.

But the moment she walked out, she didn't hear any sound from outside, and even when she looked at it, everyone's eyes became strange, and even many people showed more intense incredulity.

The little half-fairy's heart moved, and he said in a deep voice: "That orchid...... That orchid is you, isn't it?"

Wu Hao and Ban Xianyi didn't speak, and if they didn't speak, they acquiesced.

Xiao Banxian suddenly felt a sense of frustration, and finally found the so-called adult, but she ran away under her nose.

It's just that he was a little puzzled, the adult was a woman, and he didn't perceive the existence of illusion in her.

Dao, but Dao, very Dao. Name, name, name.

Most people are dominated by their desires, and their minds are very weak. When it comes to judging things, their sensual preferences and subjective desires completely prevail. In such a situation, it is impossible to know things really well, and it is impossible for them to admit their ignorance, and misunderstanding and misinterpretation are the only possibilities.

In fact, a black hole is not "black", it just has a special "stealth" technique, everything within the boundary is tightly hidden, we cannot capture it through the reflection of light, we can only rely on the surrounding objects affected by it to make indirect observations, touch bypass.

Our senses are always confused by phenomena, and our souls are capable of grasping the essence of things. It is only through the obstacles of the body and the senses that the light of truth can illuminate our souls.

It does not exist within the realm of comprehension – beauty may be perceived and replicated, but it cannot be defined.

For us, everything exists in our conception of the world. To change our conception of the world means to change the world, which means that the world is always just the world we perceive, and nothing else.

We are dissatisfied with our own reality and reject what really exists, so our minds begin to fantasize and design the ideal future. Since then, our minds have been tormented by a perpetual oscillation between reality and fantasy. It's like when we look at a ghosted object with our eyes, we get lost between truth and illusion, not knowing what level we are on.

Everything in the phenomenal world is an illusion that appears in our minds when our true nature is overlaid. Subject and object, self and other, all relativity and separation arise from this illusion. The laws of time, space, and cause and effect provide the context for this illusion, and they are also the innate forms of our mental intelligence.

There is no real future, only the future imagined in our minds. When the future comes, it also appears in the present way.

Everyone can see it, even touch it, but not necessarily everyone can perceive it.

If someone hadn't asked me that question, I would have known the answer, but if someone had asked me what the time was, I wouldn't have known at that point.

Time is the shadow of something that exists, the sky does not feel time, the sky is almost eternal. We feel time because we are a thing, and if we weren't a thing, we wouldn't feel time.

Spatial distance creates illusions, and rainbows appear in the sky because of our spatial distance from it. If you try to grab it, it's gone, but it's where it disappears that you see a new rainbow in the distance.

It is only by returning to oneself that one can feel one's presence. Without being aware of one's own existence, one is equal to not existing.

The distance in time also creates illusions, hope is always in the future, you have to be separated by a distance to be able to see it, it's like a rainbow that can only be seen from a distance, but you can't really capture it.

To change our conception of the world means to change the world, which means that the world is always just the world we perceive, and nothing else.

Who said that time will definitely give the answer, time only teaches one person to disguise, to make the most important things generally important, and to make the generally important things less important.

Memory, calculation, and logic are qualities that belong to the mind. Insight, sensitivity, and aesthetic ability for art belong to the faculty of the mind. Our whole education strengthens our minds and weakens our hearts. Therefore, modern education has created a person who is more and more like a biological machine, with only a well-developed mind but no soul.

If I am reading a book, there is no doubt that a thought, a short sentence or even a word on the page in front of me can awaken my memory. If I was doing something else, it must be an object, a smell, or a touch, or even a physical gesture that reminds me of the past. Sometimes the illusion has passed, and it is over, but sometimes there is an illusion after the illusion, and the memory is completely ungoverned by the will, and there is no chain between one scene and another.

When reality overshadows dreams, and the mind loses its room to move, and it is powerless to return to its original state in order to compare it with the new, the realization we have accomplished, our memories of the first moments of the unexpected, the words we hear, all together block our consciousness and make us use our memory more than our imagination.

The person you love the most in this world is actually just a phantom in your own heart, but you just can't escape from the phantom's hands......

To know is to exist, and not to know is not to exist. Man lives in a state of slumber, he lives, he acts, but he does not know, so he is almost non-existent.

Dreams don't need words. They are the garden of the soul. So sometimes I feel that dreams are my reality, there is a lucid feeling, there is a life of release, there is an exploration of the distant and unknown. Nightmares are a reality, while wakefulness seems to be a deep sleep. It's as if the night is my day, and the day is my night. Under the sun, there is nothing new.

The moment you wake up in the morning, the dream is gone. The moment your soul is fully awakened, the world disappears before you. Dreams exist because of your lethargy, and this world exists because of your desires, and being in desire is equivalent to being in a slumber.

It is not distance that produces beauty, but distance itself is beauty. Beauty is not in the thing beyond the distance, but in the distance itself, but the beauty of the distance itself is intangible and cannot be experienced by our senses. Because the outer senses can only capture the beauty of form and form, and only the inner soul can comprehend the invisible beauty. The reason why we perceive the beauty of that thing beyond the distance is because an invisible beauty is reflected in that tangible thing.

In this world, many things have their own faces, just like the smiling flowers, and external feelings do not affect them, and they never justify or explain themselves, because their lives themselves are the best explanations, and they do not need any words. Conversely, what can we feel when we are confronted with a world without language and silence?

All impossibility, including a confusion of mind and brain, confusion of feeling, a numbness of a waking being, a sharp perception of the soul, akin to the blankness of the eyes of a man who tries to understand something but finally cannot understand it. It is simply something that is about to be revealed again and again, like the truth, and like the manifest and hidden causes of the truth.

The little half-immortal said: "Forget it, the Tao is not the same, since you are ordered by others, you can see the real chapter under your hands." ”

Although they were already on the opposite side, unlike Banxianyi's resentment, Wu Hao didn't want to do anything with them, but at this time, it was no longer something they could control.

Two rays of light, one green and one red, fell on Wu Hao's side, and the demonic aura instantly spread, and the little half-immortal saw the people clearly, a man and a woman, the male was Lin Zhusheng, and the female was a bewitching queen with a beautiful appearance in pink clothes.

Lin Zhusheng smiled at the little half-immortal: "Brother half-immortal, don't come unharmed." ”

Xiao Banxian said: "Don't come to harm, I don't know if Brother Lin has returned to Yucheng?"

Lin Zhusheng's face was as usual: "No." ”

Xiao Banxian said: "Then Brother Lin definitely doesn't know that Miss Jiang is crazy. ”

Lin Zhusheng's impeccable countenance finally had a crack, and the little half-immortal continued: "I don't know if Brother Lin has had a trace of regret. ”

The enchantress beside Lin Zhusheng smiled: "It's enough for Zhusheng to have me, mortal women are just passing by." ”

That day, Lin Zhusheng saw Jiang Yan's maintenance of the little half-immortal clearly, and he said coldly: "It is said that people can be ruthless if they are not grass and trees, and the grass and trees have already had their hearts, and they can't hide themselves from others." ”

The enchantress raised her sleeves, and the sleeves suddenly sprinkled with a rain of flowers, but each petal was sharp enough to open the abdomen, and the floating slaughter appeared in the hands of the little half-fairy, and a passing water had already been cast, and the silver light net instantly caught all the flower rain, and the two collided to make a sound of gold and stone hitting each other, and each petal was a flower blade, no matter how the enchantress cast the spell, it was impossible to break through the shackles of that silver net.

Seeing this, Lin Zhusheng also followed closely, but he caught a glimpse of a dark blue flame hitting him, Lin Zhushan hurriedly avoided Yannei True Flame, but Mo Liunian didn't intend to let him go, even if he couldn't kill him, he would drag him for a while.

The two of them ran around in the huge garden, from the fourth courtyard to the second courtyard, Lin Zhusheng was entangled by Mo Liunian, and said hatefully: "You girl, will you only do this trick?"

Mo Liunian smiled and said, "That's right, I'll do this." ”

Lin Zhusheng was blocked and speechless, and when he saw a pool in front of him, he jumped directly into the pool water, although this pool was not big, it was more than enough to hide one person.

Mo Liunian didn't dare to go into the water and could only look around for his traces, suddenly the earth and rocks standing under his feet collapsed and fell, countless thick bamboo roots stretched out from under her feet, directly wrapped around Mo Liunian's feet, arms and waist, Mo Liunian was dragged to the ground, and the bamboo roots pulled her to the pool, seeing that she was about to fall into the pool water, the fierce sword qi attacked, and those bamboo roots hurriedly withdrew to avoid their edge.

Mo Liunian's body was already hanging on the edge of the pool, and he immediately fell down, Mo Liunian was so frightened that he closed his eyes directly, but the expected thing did not happen, her arm was grabbed, and the little half-immortal took her to a safe place before putting her down.

Japanese Onmyojutsu: Onmyojutsu has always been a popular spell in ancient Japan. In general, ghosts can be roughly divided into water, fire, wind, darkness, and fierceness. Water, of course, refers to a youkai that can freely manipulate water. Representatives of this type of yokai are kappa and snow girl. There are very few fire-based youkai, and vampires are probably counted (tone is uncertain)?Wind, the so-called "Wind Master" and Foggy Tengu are representatives. Dark, most youkai belong to this type, like darkness, evil nature, magic is their specialty. There are too many representatives of this kind of youkai, and I don't say you know it. Fierce, this kind of monster doesn't have any abilities, it's just a simple strong body, and the attack power is huge, and it's hard to damage. The appearance is mostly burly as a mountain, with a hideous face and fangs, and a face that is iron blue or red. This kind of youkai is basically very low-level, and other high-level youkai of any series can easily kill them. Many of these demons can increase their strength by devouring other demons. There are various ways to eat, some just devour each other's souls, some eat together with their bodies, and some devour each other's demonic power, making each other suddenly become level 2 or 3 from level 9. Oni with this ability will sometimes seek out psionics to devour, because eating psionics will give you more energy than devouring youkai - especially if the psionic energy is not awakened and has no attack ability at all.

When a new plant appears, I can recognize it immediately, because I can recognize how it relates to other plants and animals in the overall form, and where it is located. I can recognize and understand a plant, but I can't name it, and I can't study it out of context.

She found that her mother-in-law was looking at her, it was a different kind of observation, a kind of vision that she could not yet identify with certainty, there was no peeping in that eye, there was no malice in that eye, and she felt that it was appreciation. She also admired her mother-in-law, and she felt that her mother-in-law had brought something back from that small courtyard, which was an unknown kindness.

Seeing certain children and adults with a special aura at the same time in one field of vision. You can see the invisible track of time, and the flow of that track is extremely clear between these two levels of life. After seeing the first track, the other tracks will also be presented one by one, flowing between people, like a stream???? Every child is an old memory of an adult. People can see their former selves through the child, or recall the person in the past, or feel the breath of the past in the track.

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