The Path Toward Heaven

"So it is."

Xuanyin's ancestor stood in the sea breeze, and lightly touched the thinning hair, and said with a emotion: "It's not fair."

Cao Yuan was the strongest man in the heavenly continent. He had a golden body, gained the immortality in Jingyang, and learned the soul of the soul ... how can he fight?

"Let down the butcher knife and become a Buddha."

Cao Yuan said to him, "As long as you are willing, you can become golden at any time."

This is the meaning of persuasion.

"That's too bitter, and I have always felt that this makes no sense."

Xuanyin ancestor said: "If you can become a Buddha in this way, shouldn't you pick up the butcher knife first?"

Cao Yuan thought for a while, and said, "It seems that this statement really doesn't make sense, I take it back."

Xuanyin's ancestor laughed and said, "I haven't seen such an interesting honest person."

Cao Yuan said: "I just think you're right. This battle is indeed unfair."

Xuanyin's ancestor narrowed his smile and said, "The world is inherently unfair, and the decent sects have excellent spiritual pulses. But we have only mixed impure pulses. We have to take other paths and become your eyes. Here is the evil faction. It ’s fair to say that Guocheng Temple allows medical monks to use their hard-earned Zen techniques to treat the mortals. "

Cao Yuan was puzzled, and asked, "Is this a life-saving help, and the strong are weak? Isn't this just an unfair remedy?"

Xuanyin's ancestor said positively: "Birth, old, sick, dead, mortals ca n’t be called mortals, what do you want the monks in the temple to do? Others admire you, but I do n’t. Have you ever asked those who are willing to practice spiritually Is the person soaring, or is it consumed by those rotten sores and bones, for those mortals to survive? Have you ever asked the monks in the temple if they really want to do this? Even if there is only one person who does not want to do it for a moment, then you are right He's not fair. "

Cao Yuan said something unexpectedly: "It turns out that you really believe that Taiping is a real person."

Xuanyin's ancestor took a spit on the ground, and a small hole was added to the cliff stone: "If I don't believe in a real person, what will he do after working so hard for so many years?"

Cao Yuan said with emotion: "The whole practice world is waiting to see when you give him a fatal blow. I didn't expect to see you wrong."

After Kou Qingtong died in Chaoge City, looking at the evil ways in the world, there was only such a great thing as Xuanyin Patriarch. No one believes that such a big man will sincerely and willingly make a dog for a real Taiping man, all thinking that he is threatened by Qingshan Jianzhen and has to wait for him.

"I've been arrogant, glorious, and bleak in my life, and all said that the guy over there is the guy who excels at punching. Where can he be worth me?"

Xuanyin's ancestor squinted and looked at the scenery at sea, looking through the thinning hair, and saw a boat in the distance.

I want to come to the ship that will go far away, but I do not know where the destination is.

Countless images over the centuries flashed through thinning hair, gradually mingling with the ship on the sea, and passing away.

Those pictures are either cruel and evil, or arrogant and incompetent, but most of them are dark.

It was the bottom of the sky, not even the magma. He could only find directions based on the sense of God, digging dirt and rocks with his own hands, avoiding the search of the Qingshan Sword Formation, and then he became more and more underground Deep, many times he almost lost his way, and that was the kind of feeling he never had in his early days.

He heard the flute outside the cliff that day, knowing the identity of the other party. Instead of hating it, he had the urge to cry.

As long as he can leave the ground and see the sun again, he can do anything.

Of course, no one wants to be a dog, let alone a master-level figure who once called for evil.

He followed the real person of Taiping, always trying not to find the opportunity to give the other side a fatal blow. Than if the hoofs in the temple, the fat monk like the hoof ... just failed. Do you want to keep trying? As the world guessed, staring at the real person of Taiping, with green light in his eyes, saliva dripping from the corners of his lips, ready to rush to bite his ankle and drag it into the endless abyss ...

This dog wandered with the real people of Taiping, and later added another chicken to continue wandering.

Stray, stray.

The old dog is really old.

...

...

Xuanyin's ancestor did not tell Cao Yuan about his mental journey over the years. It was unnecessary and really ridiculous. He took out the jug and porcelain cup from his sleeve, poured a glass of dark green oily wine into it, drank it to his lips and drank it at a very slow speed, and then gave out an extremely contented sigh with a little intoxication. Yi said: "I haven't been to the Upper Realm. I don't know if the real person said it is true, but I think what he said is very interesting. It is also interesting after more than a hundred years, and the wine is really delicious. Do you think I will care if I will face the disaster? I just ca n’t eat people? I just think this thing is so big that I can forget those fears. "

Cao Yuan looked at him and asked, "What kind of fear?"

Xuanyin's ancestor threw the jug and glass over the cliff and said, "The purpose of spiritual practice is to surpass life and death, and the purpose of mortal religion is to escape from life and death."

The purpose or meaning of all actions can only fall on the words of life and death.

Cao Yuan understood what he meant and said, "Everything is like ..."

"Like your thunderbolt and fantasies!" Xuanyin's ancestor didn't let him finish his words, and shouted sharply: "Xiu told Lao Tzu that everything was empty, and what he said was the feeling of the ascendant. I heard a few words in Guocheng Temple Ten years, I do n’t know less than you. I only know that no matter what the Buddha thinks and what other people think of me, I am my existence, and my existence is my existence. I ca n’t ascend. Seeing the night is ahead, of course I will be afraid! ”

Cao Yuan was silent for a long time and said, "So you need to do this."

"Yes, it's extinct ... Do you think it's a joke?" Xuanyin's ancestor laughed extremely huskyly.

"Why would a scholar in Maozhai be willing to die for his country? Why would the right monks be willing to sacrifice for the denominations? Because they have faith in their hearts that can support them to overcome the great fear between life and death ..." The voice of Xuanyin's ancestors grew Lower: "I know it's stupid, it doesn't make sense, but it really works ... it works."

Cao Yuan looked at him and asked, "Do you still have fear now?"

"There's some left."

Xuanyin's ancestors became a little short of breath, staring at him and saying, "Fortunately, you are the strongest in the heavenly continent. Fighting with you will make me excited and make me forget those things."

Cao Yuan said, "Okay."

Xuanyin's ancestor said, "Come on, raise your knife and help me overcome this fear."

After saying this, his body was no longer stingy and extremely tall.

A knife illuminates the East China Sea.

A soft bang.

Like a human finger flicking through the hard rock beneath the cold mountain.

As if the shirt was torn.

Like a sigh.

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Xuanyin's ancestor covered his ears with both hands and said, looking at it like a playful and timid child, who lit the firecrackers, but was alarmed by the thunder of high altitude.

Some black smoke spilled from his fingers, and some deep red was hidden in the deepest part.

Those black mists fell on the ground, and began to burn, and some extremely low blasting sounds were heard during this period, which should be caused by some extremely low-temperature ice cores expanding at high speed.

Cao Yuan looked at him with emotion and didn't know what to say.

Xuanyin's ancestor covered his ears and said, "You are so strong that you are always greeted by the Snow Queen like a grandson. How powerful is that guy?"

Cao Yuan couldn't bear it. He said, "You're all going to die. What do you care about? Careful, press your hands tightly."