Transform into the ordinary, what is the ordinary?
"Fan, is not a mortal, but a mortal mind!" This is a conclusion Yun Yue came to after thinking hard.
It is not difficult for a great monk to pretend to be a mortal, but can such a method really lead to a breakthrough in the state of mind? Yun Yue disagreed. The world in the eyes of a great monk is completely different from the world in the eyes of mortals.
Does he become a real mortal after he has achieved cultivation? This is obviously self-deception. Mortals cannot see the spiritual seeds in this space. In the eyes of mortals, water is water and fire is fire. But in the eyes of the great monk, everything in the world is the rules of heaven and earth.
He Yunyue has already stepped onto that stage, and his thinking will never return to the level of a mortal. After thinking about this, Yun Yue couldn't help laughing to himself.
However, he did not completely deny what he had done these days. Clear land, hunt, farm, and build houses. This was his first time trying these things. It seemed that there was only fighting in his world, and these mundane things also helped him to understand a mortal heart.
Yun Yue had vaguely realized what his problem was.
Cultivation to reach the level of spiritual transformation focuses on understanding the laws and improving one's state of mind. And since the appearance of the demon clan, his heart has been completely confused.
If you want to pursue the ultimate martial arts, you must be focused on it. Now he doesn't know what kind of monster he will become if he continues like this. He never mentioned these concerns to anyone. But his flaws in battle cannot be concealed.
The question that had been weighing on his mind for years, he now desperately wanted to know the answer to.
"Who am I?"
Yun Yue is still not clear about what transformation is, but at this moment he must first know where his mortal body comes from? What kind of inextricable connection does he have with Buddhism and the demon clan?
The majestic breath slowly overflowed from Yun Yue's body. The Dharma behind him gradually solidified.
Yun Yue suddenly turned back and stared at the Dharma image without blinking. He wanted to see something and think of something from this Dharma image. The Devil's Dharma is the only thing he can investigate now.
The surrounding forest fell into a deathly silence. Time passed quietly like this.
In ancient times, the cultivation methods in the world of cultivation were not perfect enough. Ancient cultivators often understood the cultivation techniques through visualization. Yun Yue refers to this method to visualize his own Dharma.
He is the only person in the world who has extraordinary pulse. His talent is unparalleled in the world. He believed that if he put all his energy into visualization, he would definitely gain something.
Releasing the Dharma is inherently expensive. In addition, he also needs to concentrate on meditation. Yun Yue exhausted all his strength by contemplating for a whole day and night. At the moment when his physical strength was exhausted, the fading image suddenly started to move.
The picture of the demon fighting appeared in Yun Yue's mind. He stood in a vast wilderness, holding a huge ax that opened the sky and killed all the beasts invincibly. That was a battle that even he, Yun Yue, was not qualified to watch.
Yun Yue could guess the level of that battle with just a glance.
"A melee between ancient demons and demons! It seems that the Dharma behind me comes from ancient times!"
The Dharma image finally completely dissipated. Yun Yue lost all his strength and lay on his back in the jungle, breathing heavily. After a while, he felt a splitting headache again. The image of Dharma fighting in battle lingered in his mind for a long time.
"Kill, kill!" The two words "kill" seemed to come from the ancient demon's mouth, and they also seemed like Yunyue's own roar.
His entire face became hideous and terrifying, and his eyes gradually turned blood red.
"kill!"
This sentence truly came from Yun Yue's mouth. A picture appeared in his mind. He was a young man, about ten years old. The young man held a long sword in his hand and charged towards several people.
He couldn't see the faces of those people clearly, but he could feel that those people were extremely powerful, and their cultivation even far exceeded the realm of god transformation. They are monks who have survived the catastrophe.
But the young man remained unafraid, and his indomitable momentum was moving. The child's appearance was clearly imprinted in Yunyue's mind. That was none other than himself!
"I saw it!" Yun Yue gritted his teeth.
The pain increased again. But he will never miss this opportunity to attack the memory seal. He could feel that there seemed to be a carapace surrounding his childhood memories. And now he has found a way to pierce this carapace.
It was as if an awl had been driven into his brain. He endured the severe pain and wanted the awl to completely pierce the seal.
A gentle force slowly covered Yun Yue's body. Under this power, Yun Yue's vision went dark and fell into a deep coma.
Three feet away from where Yunyue fell. The old drunkard stood in the air with his feet on the wine gourd. He looked down at his disciples and poured wine into his mouth.
"Yue'er, your steps will always exceed my expectations. If I don't take action, maybe you can forcefully break the seal today. But... it's not the time yet, just wait."
After the old drunkard finished speaking, a look of pain appeared on his face, and he looked older and older.
After a long time, the sky darkened. Yun Yue gradually woke up. He opened his eyes and immediately saw that familiar face.
"Master."
"You're awake." The old drunkard handed the wine gourd in his hand to Yun Yue.
Yun Yue smiled. In the past, it was not easy for him to ask for a drink from his master. It's not that Yun Yue is addicted to alcohol, but he knows that the contents of Master's wine gourd are not simple. The wine that can make the master drunk is definitely not inferior to the tribulation elixir in the world of cultivation.
"Thank you, Master."
The old drunkard stared at Yun Yue with increasingly kind eyes.
Yun Yue took a sip of spicy liquor. A warm current immediately rushed into his fairy palace. The overdrawn body recovers at an incredible speed.
"What a drink!"
Yun Yue handed back the wine gourd, but the old drunkard didn't take it.
"Give it to you."
"Ah?" Yun Yue pondered for a moment and then stood up and saluted, "Thank you, Master."
The old drunkard received Yun Yue's salute and suddenly started coughing.
Yunyue knew that this was Master's old problem. In fact, it is impossible for mortal diseases such as headaches, brain fever, colds, and coughs to appear in the body of a powerful cultivator. Therefore, Yun Yuezao speculated that the master must have some kind of physical backlash similar to his.
Yun Yue patted his master on the back as usual.
Yun Yue still remembers the first time he patted his master on the back. The master and apprentice looked at each other and smiled.
They all knew that this kind of action could not have half the effect on the body of a great cultivator. But this was Yun Yue's move to care about his master. The old drunkard did not refuse.
Since then, this slap on the back has become a tacit understanding between the two of them. At this moment, the scene of that day reappears.
The old drunkard coughed for a while before he slowly straightened up. He stared into Yun Yue's eyes and said slowly, "Yue'er, I'm going back to Dongtu."
