In the boundless sea of clouds, a solitary peak protruded, with only a small bluestone temple on it.
A bald old monk whose age and appearance could not be clearly seen sat cross-legged among them.
The biting cold wind blew in along the unobstructed doors and windows, making his clothes rustle.
Suddenly, his hand that was coiling a string of beads suddenly stopped, and he opened a pair of eyes as indifferent as water, and a misty gray cloud flashed through them.
"First there was the Emerald Dream, and then there was the Endless Tower. It seems that that place is really not an easy place to deal with."
An obscure voice came out of his mouth, revealing such meaning.
At this moment, gray clouds were flowing in his eyes, and he slowly stretched out his hand to grab in front of him. There was also gray air flowing between his fingers.
A bit of golden light emerged from the palm of his hand. Among the golden light was a monk who was two meters tall, with a strong build, dressed in sea blue, and with a cow mountain on his head.
On his wrist is a string of beads similar to the one in the old monk's hand.
As the gray clouds entangled themselves in it, the string of beads gradually solidified, and the beads on the monk's wrist became more and more unreal.
Just when the two phases were completely transformed, the old monk suddenly heard the faint sound of clear Sanskrit singing in his ears, and his eyes were filled with golden light and wonderful fragrance.
Then I saw the golden light shining from the pearl string, and a golden lotus emerged from the light.
Upon seeing this, the old monk's expression changed, and he turned into a gray cloud and was about to run away, but was captured by the golden lotus's nine-color precious light.
He couldn't help but sit on it, clasped his hands together, and chanted the name of the Buddha.
"Namo Amitabha!"
When I pronounced the first sound, it was still extremely awkward and resistant. By the time I came to the second word, it was much clearer and smoother, but there was just a trace of struggle in my eyes.
At the third and fourth words, his face becomes calm, and when the Buddha's name is pronounced, he will stop.
A golden light flashed in his eyes, and his face revealed a hint of understanding.
"Namo Amitabha!"
Another chant of the Buddha's name was pronounced, and a boundless path of light spread out in front of his eyes, leading directly to the end of heaven and earth.
The golden lotus beneath him held him up and disappeared along the light path.
The monk in the golden light paused, raised his wrist and looked at the string of beads, then clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name.
"Namo Amitabha!"
After a while, the figure disappeared and the golden light dissipated, leaving only a small bluestone temple whining on a lonely peak in the cold wind.
Suddenly, in the blazing white world, in the boundless sea of sulfur fire, in the wilderness, and in the jungle, different figures looked up.
"Alas!" "Humph!" "Haha!"
Among the various voices, these figures made different choices one after another.
Some directly chose to disconnect that link, and some raised their hands to get the seeds back.
Some simply give it a try and pour all their strength into it, hoping to completely stimulate the seeds.
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After this incident, no one in the Tianshi Mansion had any intention of fighting, even the few elders and elders who practiced sword fighting.
After all, Zhang Danyuan challenged Ling Qing and was beheaded by the Protector Star Lord, while Zhang Yuanbai's cultivation was almost destroyed.
Although in the end they all achieved greater benefits by breaking through and standing up again, this was a bit too exciting.
Even if you know that ninety-nine percent of the time there won't be an accident, if the one percent does happen, wouldn't it be really bad?
We are Taoists who seek a step-by-step approach; we are not martial arts practitioners who strive to increase their kung fu between life and death.
It would be better to change to a more Taoist approach.
At that moment, Ling Qing said to Zhang Hongdao: "In that case, how about Ling Qing ask the real person for advice?"
"Very good. I just saw Taoist friend's methods, and the old Taoist is also very itchy." Zhang Hongdao nodded after hearing this.
"Then I'll invite you!" Ling Qing held up his bun, and a stream of pure air rushed out from the top door, creating a cloud of light as big as an acre in the air.
All kinds of principles are intertwined and condensed into an innate one-qi divine talisman.
Not to be outdone, Zhang Hongdao also held up his Taoist crown, and a stream of clear energy formed into a cloud of light.
The three-color black light of blue, white, and yellow turns into the three-fold cloud sky of Qingwei Tian, Yuyu Tian, and Dachi Tian.
Then, for the next three days, the mysterious light emits infinite Dao rhyme and ripples around, driving away the evil spirits from the six heavens, sweeping away the dust and filth, eradicating the three sufferings, and protecting the body with immortal spirits.
Even when the mysterious light on Ling Qing's head connects with it, there is a feeling of the mysterious energy washing the body and eradicating all evils.
What's more, the disciples of the Tianshi Mansion, Lingji and Wenjun suddenly felt as if they could ascend to three days and escape from the earthly world.
However, Ling Qing only had a brief realization, and then he came out and vibrated the innate qi divine talisman above his head.
First, a little light rises, and then it evolves into yin and yang, the three talents, the four images, and the five elements...
As the magic runes changed, all the phenomena of heaven and earth evolved in a short time, and a world was derived from the cloud light.
As soon as this world appeared, it emitted a force of energy that combined with the triple cloud and sky profound energy, attracting the infinite vitality in the blessed land to gather around it.
Then, in the law realm of all phenomena and the three layers of clouds and sky, various principles appeared that were in harmony with the vitality of heaven and earth, turning into small flowers that slowly fell down.
This smallpox is not comparable to the vitality of heaven and earth gathered under the authority of Lingguo Lord when Ling Qing was in Lingqiu City.
He and Zhang Hongdao's understanding of the Tao was also contained in it, as well as the profound meaning of the Tao that was pried open by the light of the cloud.
If you get it, you can randomly obtain the insights of the two people and the mystery of the great road contained in it.
The spirit machine in the seat is closing his eyes to realize the three days of righteousness, and uses its profound energy to refine his mind.
He practiced "The Sutra of Transforming Beasts and Taming Spirits" and was affected by the way of wildness. He would have all kinds of negative emotions such as aggressiveness, cunning, cruelty, etc. in his heart.
Although there are wonderful signs and true energy to help, there are also meritorious Vajra Zen to cleanse the heart, and the White Deer Calm Talisman to refine the mind.
But there is still some human nature hidden in the heart.
Of course, this does not mean that having wild and animalistic nature is not good. He is cultivating the way of wildness, and this wildness and animalistic nature are the foundation.
But in the end, one must have a pious mind and control one's desires, in order to be able to enter the true Tao in peace and purity.
When fighting in a martial arts battle, one must be at ease with the ape and indulge the horse with all his heart, but he still needs to meditate like a diamond and remain immovable in the eight winds.
The more the body moves, the calmer the mind becomes. One thought burns with anger and shatters the sky. One thought is pure and untainted and enters the true Tao. It is the truth to be able to let go and to hold back.
As a smallpox fell on him, a sense of peace, tranquility, and nature arose in his heart.
For a moment, he felt that he was on a vast grassland and in a dark forest.
What is hidden under the tranquility and tranquility is the law of the jungle.
And it is this ubiquitous competition that promotes the prosperity and development of natural jungles.
For a moment, he couldn't help but have the feeling that "the stronger the murderous intention, the more vitality appears."
As the ceiling continued to fall, he felt that his whole body was melting, and there was a thought in his heart that was as cold as cold light, but this heart, in this ever-changing environment, gave birth to a sense of eternity.
What Lingji understood was the jungle fighting and everything majestic.
But what Wenjun realized was the artistic conception of the celestial phenomena being virtuous, all things growing, thousands of trees vying for spring, and fire burning endless.
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