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...... The Wonder of Wisdom...... The gods may tell people, and the soul suddenly realizes itself...... The way of heaven is incomprehensible, and it is often passed on to sages......

What is it? Mantra or Exercise?

...... Heaven does not love the Tao, and the earth does not love treasure, how dare I hide my secrets. With the "Cave True Sutra" handed down, the heart of the servant body is too high, so that everyone becomes enlightened and returns to the truth......

This is a scripture that tells the story of different perceptions at each different level of cultivation.

...... This is said to be a god or a confession, and the soul suddenly realizes itself. Practitioners must memorize it by heart and realize it repeatedly. There are clouds, thinking about it, thinking about it, ghosts and gods will understand it. It is not the power of ghosts and gods, but also the extreme sincerity......

The meaning of the scriptures is so ethereal and mysterious, this "Cave True Scripture" makes people unable to understand it for a while. And the treasure of the Xuantian Palace, how can it be a mortal thing? Whether it is or not, it exists in the depths of the sea of knowledge, but it will not be lost or forgotten.

Different perceptions at different levels?

Lin Yi, whose eyes were closed, suddenly frowned, and carefully flipped through the scriptures. In the early stage of the monk's cultivation, it is nothing more than practicing refinement and qi, practicing qi and transforming gods, and practicing gods and turning voids, while the "Dong Zhen Sutra" divides immortal art and cultivation into three levels: upper, middle and lower. The lower pass is to use the aura of heaven and earth to help the fetus breath, in order to practice the skill of refining the Qi and transforming the gods, which is divided into three steps: transforming the gods, refining the void, and merging the body; the middle pass is the four realms of Brahma, and the upper pass is the three realms of the cave and the sky; and after that, there is also a vague mention of a Luo Tian realm, which is beyond the scope of the three levels of immortal arts. And at the end of this scripture, the word 'Kui' is signed, and its meaning is unknown.

The gods may tell people, and the soul suddenly realizes itself...... The Tao is natural, and it comes naturally...... Thinking about it, thinking about it, and thinking about it......

The willows were gone, the twilight came, and Lin Yiwu closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping. Only the corners of his mouth were squirming slightly, as if he was silently reciting something, just like a dream. It wasn't until Qiao Mutou turned around that he suddenly opened his eyes, and his confused expression was a little more clear.

After dinner, Lin Yi chatted with Lao Qiao's father and son for a while, so he borrowed a straw mat and wood to sleep by the pond under the pretext of the hot and dry autumn in early autumn.

It's early August, with a crescent moon hanging high, a cool night breeze, and insects chirping around the pond and fireflies flickering from time to time.

On a straw mat sat two people of the same age, and the wood was a happy person, and the words were continuous. Lin Yi smiled and echoed two sentences from time to time, but his expression was thoughtful.

Xuantian Gate will not stop, and the Black Mountain Sect is also going to fall into the ground, and the Guiling Valley at this time may have become a dangerous place, at least, there is no way back now. Otherwise, I am afraid that before I reach the Zhengyang Sect, I will be hunted down and killed.

How will the Zhengyang Sect treat itself? In the Xuantian Realm, Yan Qi's abnormality at the last moment made his temperament unpredictable, and it also made people unable to guess his thoughts. If the Zhengyang Sect and the Xuantian Sect really come together, I'm afraid that they will have no place in Great Xia!

After pondering for a long time, I know a little about the "Cave True Scripture". This sutra is not very useful for those who have a low level of cultivation, and on the contrary, the higher the level of cultivation, the more benefits will be derived from it. The essence of the scriptures is extraordinary for those hopeless old guys, and maybe after some understanding, their cultivation will reach a higher level.

It's just that if you give the "Dongzhen Sutra" to you, you can find a lifetime of comfort in the Zhengyang Sect? If so, it is better to send it to the Xuantian Gate, or expose it to the world. And Yu Xingzi and Gongye still can't let go of themselves, and in the end, if they hand over all the things on their bodies, they can get back a life, it is not yet known! In their opinion, everything on their bodies is stolen from his Xuantian Gate.

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty!

If the cultivation is inferior, there is no place for reasoning. 'When you are not trapped by the Immortal Gate and crisscross the Great Xia, the three dragon hairpins will be combined into one......' When refining the dragon hairpin, Lan Qi'er hinted at herself like this. Whether it's an encouragement or a show of affection, it just shows a truth, that is, use cultivation to speak with your fists.

Suddenly, Lin Yi thought of the immortal top, and remembered the Wu Daozi in front of the Taoist temple who poked the sky with his fingers. When there is nowhere to reason, you can only use your own fists and your own steel knives to .......

One is a vulgar and down-and-out person, and the other is a fairy in the Supreme Immortal Gate, and the words he said when he was helpless were so consistent.

All along, I have always kept in mind Master's teachings and kept my heart and acted naturally. But they have forgotten what to do when their hearts are covered with dust! Only when their hearts are not stained with dust can they act naturally and without being burdened.

The road is simple, true, and vulgar! Blindly deliberate, isn't it a loss of self?

Now that the matter has come to this, it is better to avoid the immortal cultivation realm first! Now, I have changed my appearance and hidden my spiritual power, and I have temporarily hidden in the mundane to watch the changes!

......

Early the next morning, Lin Yi said goodbye to Lao Qiao and his family, and hurried on the road along the country road with Mu.

The two walked to the neighboring village and met a man waiting at the entrance of the village, a strong man in his thirties and forties, who was born with a strong force, and laughed at his beard from a distance. This person is the master in the mouth of the wood, named Qiao Shan, who is the dart master of the dart bureau in the town. When he came home this time, he took the wood with him so that he could find an errand for his apprentice to eat.

Judging people by their appearance is common in the world. If you conjure up a lewd middle-aged man and dislike people, it may not go unnoticed. Therefore, Lin Yi changed his appearance according to Yuan Feng's appearance this time, and he looked much better than before. What's more, those two cheap nephews were originally first-class in appearance.

When washing up in the morning, Lin Yi simply removed the bun and put on an ordinary bun and inserted it with a dragon hairpin. At this time, he had the appearance of a delicate scholar, which made the master of wood see him and have a good impression of him.

Qiao Shan is a Jianghu person, bold and talkative by nature. After the three of them hit the road again, he told Lin Yi about what he had seen and heard in the near future. Twenty miles away, I arrived at Qiaojia Town while talking.

It is a small town by the water, with streets running parallel to the river, and trees lining the houses in the shade. After crossing the bridge and crossing the alley, it is where the Qiao family's dart game is located.

When the people arrived at the place, Lin Yi took the opportunity to say goodbye. Qiao Shan had something to do with himself, so he said that he would go to Dart County in two days, and he could go together at that time. He saw the other party as a true traveler, and the latter smiled noncommittally and said goodbye.

After Lin Yi broke up with Qiao Shan's master and apprentice, he wandered around the town alone. He found a ready-to-wear shop, first changed his gray robe into a green shirt, and then bought a hosta on the side of the road and replaced it with a dragon hairpin, and then came to the Qiaojia Inn at the corner of the street to ask for an upper room to live.

The upper room of Qiaojia Inn is on the second floor, facing the street by the window, and the couch, table, stool, and several are complete, which is better than being clean and refreshing. After giving instructions to his buddy, Lin Yi closed the door tightly, and then walked to the couch and sat down.

About to close his eyes and breathe, Lin Yi shook his head lightly, took out the purple gold gourd and poured a sip of wine. For so long, it has become a habit to move, sit and lie down as a monk. And it is convenient to sit behind closed doors in the busy city in broad daylight, which is obviously inappropriate.

Whether to find another deserted place to hide, or to disguise his identity under the guise of the hustle and bustle of the mundane, for this reason, Lin Yi thought for a long time. The best place was the underground spirit vein near the Guiling Valley, but at this time, he didn't dare to fly with the sword at all. What's more, there are still more than 100,000 miles away from here. You can't just dodge, at least you have to know a little about the movements of the fairy gate. Therefore, hiding in the mundane is not a bad way.

He has already come here, and after the transformation, he Lin Yi is a mortal, and there is no need to deliberately hide anything. The so-called, small hidden in the mountains and forests, and big hidden in the city?

Pursing his lips helplessly, Lin Yi came to the window with a wine gourd and looked at the wine from afar.

Xu is because of the vertical and horizontal rivers, the boats come and go non-stop, and Qiaojia Town is a lively place. In his consciousness, there were no monks among the people of one or two hundred households and the pedestrians in the market. It's a real mortal town.

Facing the window is a stone arch bridge, and several people are walking towards them, all dressed elegantly and gracefully. Walking in the middle was an old man with a gray beard, supported by a servant girl, who looked around with great interest. There were two young people, a man and a woman, who were accompanied by him, and they looked intimate. He was followed by a middle-aged man, who looked like a subordinate.