The yellow one is also the color of the center, and the court is also among the four directions. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the outer refers to things, that is, in the heavens and the earth, in the people, and the inner refers to things, that is, in the brain center and in the spleen, so it is called 'Huang Ting'.

Qinglian took the Huang Ting Sutra handed over from Sun Wukong's hand, and watched it carefully, the content was indeed mysterious, explaining the mystery between heaven, earth and man, but when it came to the method of cultivation, Qinglian did not find it from it.

Qinglian felt more in the Huang Ting Sutra that she was aware of herself and heaven and earth, constantly guiding people to think deeply, but understanding the mystery between herself and heaven and earth.

There is a saying that "heaven and earth are big universes, and the human body is small universes", and this is nothing more than that.

Sun Wukong listened to Qinglian reciting the Huang Ting Jing with interest at first, but it didn't take long for him to find a reason to run out.

It is also strange to say that after reciting the Huang Ting Sutra, Qinglian actually felt that her heart had calmed down inexplicably, just like the rocks and plants in the mountains, and entered a thoughtless realm.

When he came back to his senses, it was already the middle of the moon.

This day's epiphany, apart from making him feel a little more sober, did not bring him the slightest benefit, no wonder other people sneered at Huang Tingjing, it was a pure waste of time, plus a waste of life.

Walking out of the courtyard, Qinglian found that Sun Wukong had not returned, and there was nothing wrong with thinking about it, after all, Sun Wukong was not a real person, and the house, for him, was tantamount to a cage, which tree should he be squatting on or under the tree now, and after a few days of thinking, Qinglian almost knew his temperament.

It's just that what Qinglian doesn't know is that it is not only Sun Wukong who has never returned home this night, but also Yaoguang, of course, don't think crookedly.

Qinglian walked around outside, still not the slightest tired, he only regarded it as Huang Tingjing's role, and didn't care.

As soon as there was nothing to do, Qinglian began to practice spells, saying that they were spells, but in fact there were only eight styles, which he created not long ago according to the sword trick of Yi, and was named Sword Intent by him.

The Eight Styles, which represent the eight sword intents, are the product of his fusion of innate gossip and Yi Sword Technique, which is much better than Yi Jian Jue attacking opponents with Ideation Sword Technique alone.

Not to mention that every attack of the sword technique is to strike with all your might, and after a blow, the power will increase, but if there are other opponents next to you, then you will have to wait for death.

And this is the desolate world, monks practice qi enlightenment, the Yuan Shen is growing all the time, those monks who have become immortals, the Yuan Shen is even more tempered by the law of the Great Dao, very strong, plus countless feelings, will attack, once the opponent Yuan Shen is too strong, will destroy your will, even if you don't die, it is difficult to make progress in this life.

And Qinglian's sword intent, which is mainly based on the Great Dao and supplemented by will, will not have shortcomings in this regard, of course, the power is naturally not as domineering as the Yi Sword Technique, but it will improve with his comprehension of the Great Dao, and it can be regarded as infinite potential.

The sword intent of the wind is invisible, and it can continue to differentiate.

The sword intent of thunder is fierce and domineering, destroying everything with a dignified momentum.

The sword intent of the mountain, thick and majestic, suppresses the opponent with strength and potential.

Ze's sword intent, the feet of mud are deep, affecting the opponent with a special force field, so that the opponent cannot get rid of it.

The sword intent of water stretches endlessly......

Among them, the most special is the time sword intent, Qinglian has used it several times, but she still can't see its effect, but it feels extraordinary.

At this time, under a golden ancient tree, the Bodhi Patriarch who was closing his eyes opened his eyes, looked at the direction where Qinglian was located, and nodded slightly.

"The Avenue of Time and the Avenue of Space were actually comprehended by one person at the same time......"

Although Patriarch Bodhi didn't say the last sentence, it could be seen from his expression that even he was a little shocked.

What Qinglian didn't know was that the last two avenues of Fuxi Bagua were not time and space as Qinglian thought, but yin and yang.

On the second day, Sun Wukong still did not return, but Qinglian, who was cultivating, was awakened by one person.

It turned out that the Bodhi Patriarch punished Sun Wukong to clean all the steps, and Sun Wukong did not go in the morning, so someone came to him, and his residence was the closest to Sun Wukong under Yaoguang's arrangement.

To tell the truth, Qinglian doesn't know where Sun Wukong has gone, although the three-star cave of the oblique moon is called a cave, in fact, there is a cave inside, and it is okay to call it a small world, unless there is the strength of the Bodhi patriarch, otherwise, it is really not easy to find someone in the three-star cave of the oblique moon.

When the boy heard that Qinglian didn't know where Sun Wukong was, he couldn't help but be a little anxious, after all, although this was not a big deal, it was an order given by the Bodhi Patriarch himself.

"I'll sweep it!" Looking at the boy's appearance, Qinglian sighed.

"How can this be done, the teacher ordered Senior Brother Wukong to go. The boy said with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Sweeping the steps, for those who have cultivated in the body, is just a matter of waving his hand, in the boy's opinion, the Bodhi Patriarch punished Sun Wukong to sweep the steps, there should be another deep meaning.

"Senior Brother Wukong is not here now, you don't let me do it, then who will do it, don't worry, I won't use mana. ”

The boy had no choice but to get out of the way.

Three thousand six hundred steps, if you really don't use the slightest mana, just sweep like this, it's really not an easy task, and with Sun Wukong's impatient temperament, it is estimated that he will lose the broom if he sweeps it twice, I really don't know what the Bodhi Patriarch intends to arrange like this.

Coming to the bottom of the mountain, Qinglian took a broom, stepped on the first step of the steps, raised her head, and three thousand six hundred steps meandered to the mountain, there was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air, and there were broken flowers floating on the steps.

He swept it lightly with a broom, and after many words, he fell and floated aside, and a thought arose in his heart, and this seemed to be good.

The flowers bloomed and fell, and as the steps rose, the petals on the ground seemed to begin to increase, and Qinglian gently waved a broom like a mortal to sweep, but there was no dissatisfaction or complaint in her heart.

I don't know how long it took, Qinglian's mouth began to recite the Huang Ting Sutra silently, and with each recitation, the broom in his hand waved once, completely no longer paying attention to the changes in the outside world.

After a while, it seemed to be noon, the weather was getting hotter, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, at this moment, he seemed to have completely forgotten that he was already a fairy, and he had already forgotten that he could not invade the cold and heat.

I only remember that I had to sweep the floor, and then recite the Huang Ting Sutra.

This is not only the forgetting of memory, but also the forgetting of physical instinct, otherwise he would have been afraid of the sun even if the true fire of the sun had been refined, and he would be afraid of the daylight.

Suddenly, a trace of fluctuation flashed in Qinglian's eyes, as if there was some doubt in her heart, and she raised her head and glanced at the top of the mountain.

At this moment, his originally natural movement of waving the broom suddenly stopped, and he forgot to recite the Huang Ting Sutra in his mouth.

In the distance, the Bodhi Patriarch, who was sitting on the golden ancient tree, had been staring at Qinglian, but at this time, he sighed slightly.

"It's a pity that you woke up too early, if it's too late, maybe there will be another true immortal in this heaven and earth. ”

Attaining the Tao True Immortal is not an ordinary True Immortal Realm, as for the difference between them, I will talk about it later.

With a sigh of regret, I saw that the Bodhi Patriarch made a move, and a leaf fell from the golden ancient tree behind him, which was also golden.

With a flick, the golden leaves floated towards the green lotus.

On the steps, the clarity in Qinglian's eyes became stronger and stronger, and it seemed that she was about to completely wake up.

At this moment, the wind suddenly rose, and this inexplicable wind also brought countless fallen leaves, which were messily distributed on each step.

Looking at the falling leaves, Qinglian was stunned, as if she remembered something, raised the broom in her hand and swept it gently.

At this moment, the clarity in his eyes was covered up at the same time.

This seems to be a gust of autumn wind, the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, countless fallen leaves are blown from all directions, falling on the steps, a thick layer, Qinglian saw this, not annoyed at all, just kept waving the broom in her hand, reciting the Huang Ting Sutra, and sometimes reading it.

I don't know how long the autumn wind has been blowing, and the weather has cooled, and the fallen leaves on the ground are all yellow, as if they have lost all their moisture.

At a certain moment, Qinglian raised her head blankly, and snowflakes fell from the sky, crystal snowflakes, like catkins rising from the wind, Qinglian looked at it, but smiled.

Then, a thick layer of snowflakes fell on the steps, and looking at the broom in his hand, he instantly realized his mission.

But the snowflakes seemed to be inexhaustible, he kept sweeping, and the snow kept falling, just like this step, he kept sweeping, but every time he looked up, there was still one in front of him.

Why did he sweep the stairs? He was confused in his heart, but it was like a flash in the pan, and he soon forgot about it.

What he remembers is to sweep all the time, and the big deal is to sweep until next spring, until there are no snowflakes falling.

What day is spring?

Suddenly, he felt that his surroundings were even colder, and even his body involuntarily shivered, and hurriedly waved his broom to sweep the snowflakes, as if only in this way could he not feel cold.

Step by step, Qinglian's body continued to move forward, and the steps he walked on were very clean. If Qinglian turned around at this time, he might remember something, but he didn't.

He has completely forgotten the passage of time, and he no longer obsesses with the number of steps, all he thinks about is to wave a broom and remove the "dust" from the steps.

In the outside world, there were disciples who walked up this step, but no one found Qinglian who was cleaning the steps, including Qinglian who had paid attention to those disciples who had cultivated above the Golden Immortal.

Back and forth, no one felt the slightest bit of the past, and in the same way, Qinglian couldn't feel them.

At this time, the only person who could observe Qinglian was Patriarch Bodhi and Si Si, of course, all of this was caused by him.

He also paid attention to the changes in Qinglian all the time, sometimes nodding, sometimes showing doubts and thoughtful expressions, of course, these Qinglian could not be seen.

"The obsession is too deep, and it's a little close. Eventually, Patriarch Bodhi shook his head and said something that no one could understand except himself.