Wang Qi walked through the forest, heading all the way to the top of the mountain. It is said that in order to get out of this mountain, one must climb over it, and only then can he get an idea and find that little bit of fate.
The higher you go up, the colder it gets. He could still run very fast when he was at the bottom of the mountain, but as the terrain rose, he gradually slowed down. It was not other things, but in the sea of the gods, there was a strange phenomenon. He was in Walking forward in concentration, guarding the divine sea internally, and discerning it externally with the six senses, this state was very similar to the scene when he was walking on the snow-capped mountains. He slowly calmed down and moved forward step by step.
Time has no meaning at this time. Between opening and closing eyes, it may be an instant, or it may be several years.
Suddenly one day, when I opened my eyes again, the green color faded and was replaced by white.
On Mount Sumeru, in the central area, there was already heavy snowfall, and the sky and the earth were silver. The thickness of this snow was three points thicker than his. Wang Qi's true energy flowed around him, and all the three feet of snow around him was pushed away.
He closed his eyes and continued to move forward, not because he was afraid of the silver light of the four fields, but because if he kept opening his eyes and moving forward, he would enter a state of nothingness, as if his soul had drifted to the sky, watching him here Between heaven and earth, walking alone, it was like looking at him silently from the perspective of a third person. He knew that these were not his own eyes, but that he was observing himself with the help of some magical power.
This Mount Sumeru is really full of illusions, and wherever you look at it, you can't tell the difference between true and false.
He raised his head and looked up. In the far distance, there were crystal clear ice crystals, scattering thousands of silver lights, like gods and saints. This scene had not changed since he went up the mountain. It was like a picture scroll. The picture scroll in my heart cannot be distinguished from its authenticity unless it is close to me.
Wang Qi stopped and pondered. He might be trapped in some illusion in Mount Sumeru, always standing still and not moving forward.
He sat down quietly and circulated the Zhengming Heart Sutra. There were already thirty-five breaths of pure air in his chest. He had been practicing these days, but he could not gather the last breath of pure breath to combine with the Zhengqing spiritual energy. How to step out of this illusion made him ponder for a long time. , why not build Xumi with the Divine Sea? If this sacred mountain is included in the Divine Sea, wouldn't it be possible to come in and out at will?
When Wang Qi thought about this, he began to settle his state of mind, holding Yuan Shouyi in his arms. He did not continue to move forward until his mind was calm and calm. His mind is silent and he no longer cares about everything in the outside world. If there is danger, whether it is physical induction or divine signs, he will be alert.
Day after day, suddenly one day, he finally entered the realm of oneness with man again. He kept his mind tightly and had no thoughts. However, the snow-capped mountains in the sea of spirits suddenly shook, and the bronze mirror flew up to the sky. After spinning around for a few times, the mirror light shone in all directions, illuminating the divine sea. It seemed that it didn't notice the situation, so it withdrew the light again and stayed still in the air.
The snow-capped mountains shook and the sea of mist rippled.
Every time Wang Qi took a step, the Shenhai Snow Mountain shook, without increasing or decreasing, but the artistic conception of the mountain became more solid. He moved forward slowly, walking alone in this silvery white world. His consciousness was the same, on the silent spiritual platform. Floating up and down, in a state of selflessness and formlessness, at this moment, he has become a part of Mount Sumeru. Wherever his steps are, his body and mind are there.
At this time, he began to truly move forward. In this Mount Sumeru, only when he became this mountain could he move forward. You are not a mountain, so how can you know how far or near the mountain is? If you were a mountain, time and space would be an illusion. Only in this way can you walk.
Fortunately, Wang Qi had this realization before and was able to re-enter the realm of unity between man and nature. Every step he took was actually moving as a mountain, but it was not the entire mountain, but just the square inch of land under his feet. .
This thing sounds mysterious, but it is actually a method of entering its own environment. This Mount Sumeru is a whole. To it, no matter where you are, you are an external object. Materially, you are always two individuals. The body, only when the mountain is reflected in the spiritual platform, the sky and the gods are harmonious, the earth and the body are harmonious, and oneself and the space below the feet are integrated into one, and then the mountain is crossed and entered, then one can know the distance of the mountain. Only then can we climb upward step by step.
From then on, Wang Qi entered this strange realm, walking upward step by step. With every step he took, the snowy mountains in the divine sea moved slightly, the bells rang, and the bronze mirrors hung high in the sky. It was really The bright mirror hangs high, and the heart is free of dust.
He wanted to measure Sumeru with his steps and build the mountain of the Divine Sea again, but the mountain was so huge that it was indescribable.
He wanted to go up to the top of the mountain and take a look at the pure colored glass, but the sky was so high that it seemed endlessly far away. His consciousness was integrated with the world around him. His body was like a mountain, and his heart was at the mountain. He forgot everything, and there was no wave in the divine sea. He stood up without a single thought, as if he had turned into a mountain.
The heaven and earth are silent, the sun and moon are not bright, the stars are gone, and the four universes are clear.
Mount Xumi is high and there are endless mustard seeds. It seems that there is a long road, but we have to fight and walk.
The great road is open to heaven, there are many disasters, the mind is not worried, and the world is peaceful.
There are no waves in the divine sea. If you wake up or dream, heaven and man will be unified, and no thoughts will arise.
Wang Qi overestimated himself after all. This mountain is so huge and endless, how can it reflect the divine sea?
He walked slowly, getting slower and slower, and finally stopped moving when he reached a cliff. He stepped forward, raised his head slightly, and looked into the distance, but his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was one with the mountain. As one body, the wind and snow gradually increased, covering him layer by layer. After a while, he became like the glass on the mountain, crystal clear and sparkling!
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In a very far place, the three psychic deer were moving forward, but at the same time they became quiet and stopped. They looked at each other and then looked into the distance. Wan Houlu and the other three waited quietly for a moment. Seeing that the beast was still motionless, everyone looked confused.
"What's going on?" Wan Houlu looked at Xin'er.
Xin'er stepped forward to stroke the little beasts and comforted them softly. She touched the forehead of the psychic beast with her hand and closed her eyes to sense it. She felt that there was emptiness and silence in front of her eyes. Wang Qi's reflection in the sea of spiritual beasts had disappeared. , she suddenly woke up, her heart was shocked, what kind of place was this, so dark and dead, she tried to get out, but found that her body could not move.
At this moment, she only felt someone tapping her on the shoulder. Suddenly she looked back and saw Wan Houlu and Fang Chun both looking at her with puzzled faces.
Her face turned pale, and the emptiness and deathly silence of that breath almost made her fall into eternal sleep. She fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and after a long time she said to the two of them: "That Wang Qi should be dead. I am in the psychic chat room." What I saw in my mind was deathly silence, and if it hadn’t been for Young Master’s rescue, I would have almost fallen into it.”
Wan Houlu frowned when he heard this and said, "Maybe we can find his location."
Xin'er shook his head: "In this mountain, if a person dies, he will lose the reflection of his spiritual thoughts. Once all causal relationships are severed, it will be impossible to see him again."
Wan Houlu sighed, he had missed it after all. It seemed that this jade was really not destined for him. Hundreds of years ago, when he was a child, his father gave this jade as a treasure to nourish his soul. Unexpectedly, this jade was stolen by someone. He stole the Sky Fox and fled into the endless sea of mist, never to be heard from again. After more than a hundred years, he had given up on this idea, but in the past few years, this thing actually appeared in Linhai City. It was a shame that Xu Linjiang let him go. Kill this little thief, otherwise---!
"Master, where should we go now?" Xin'er couldn't help but ask when she saw Wan Houlu was deep in thought.
Wan Houlu came back to his senses and pondered for a long time before saying: "We still need to see something before we can lead each other to get out of this mountain, but the three of us must have different thoughts. Does Xin'er have any good ideas?" "
After Xin'er heard the words, she began to think hard. She walked around, pointing and pointing. Wan Houlu also sat quietly and meditated. Fang Chun looked a little bored and walked away. This kind of question still remained. Let them think about it, he is just a guard, doing hard work.
He walked forward, and this place was already on the mountainside. Looking into the distance, the clouds and mist were filled, seemingly endless. Suddenly, he seemed to hear a chant, and in an instant, his whole body seemed to be frozen.
"Master, Xin'er, come here quickly ---" Fang Chun said while running back.
The two people were still thinking about a good strategy. When they heard Fang Chun's cry, they looked at each other and walked towards the place where the sound came from. They saw Fang Chun running back.
Wan Houlu looked displeased: "What happened to make such a fuss about?"
"Dragon... it's the dragon's roar!! Young Master, I heard the dragon's roar..." Fang Chun's voice trembled as he pointed behind him and said.
"Dragon?!" Wan Houlu and Xin'er were both shocked. Creatures like dragons are rarely encountered in today's world of China. Maybe in the abyss of the deep sea, you can see dragon kings, but they are all of impure blood.
"Yes, Young Master, I did hear it just now. It is exactly the same as the dragon chant in the Banner of the God of Death. It is right there." Fang Chun pointed to the back and led the two of them towards there.
The three of them moved forward a little further, and when they arrived at the place Fang Chun was talking about, a soft moan came from very far away at that moment. The three of them felt trembling all over, it was really a dragon's roar!
They looked at each other and walked slowly forward.
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There is a passage above the snow. From a distance, it looks winding and winding, like a snake passage. But in the passage, there is a girl struggling to move forward. She is not tall, only more than four feet tall. Dressed in white cotton armor, his eyes are lively and intelligent, but with a touch of greenness. His two ears stand high, turning back and forth from time to time, listening to the sounds around him.
But she was thinking about her mother's words: "Bai Xiao, be careful when you go out. You have just transformed now, and you are no better than those governor Tianhu. Be careful when walking. Don't make random noises. Don't run too fast. Don't run too fast." ..."
Today when she was in the village, she suddenly found something bright and shiny on the mountain. She had never seen it before. She thought it was some kind of treasure, so she told her mother that she wanted to go on a trip. She was also in the transformation stage now, so she had it. The mother wanted to stop her from leaving the village, but she couldn't, so she gave her some instructions. Children always have to go out, and a thousand words of farewell are not enough. She was also well-behaved and obeyed, so the mother let her go.
She flexed her muscles and ran forward quickly. With a wave of her hand, she opened the snow path for more than ten meters. She moved forward and struck out with her palm. Occasionally she stopped, jumped on the snow and looked around, watching. I frowned slightly at the traces I walked along, and thought to myself: Why is it so zigzag, even though it is obviously a straight line? Could it be that the wind here is strong and the road is distorted?
She thought for a moment and nodded, that must be the case.
