Today, it is no longer the time in Mu Longcheng.
At this time, the world is undergoing tremendous changes. Spiritual rice, potions, Bigu Pills, and chips are all booming. The King Power Dream has a practice time that is ten times his own lifespan.
If a person has no way, it may be okay to give up everything to seek the way, but when there is a way in front of him, why give up everything?
Geng Chenglong's heart palpitated and he wanted to follow, but finally gave up while biting his pipe.
He doesn't have the courage.
At this time, all the leaders of the Begging Association were there. After chasing him out, he almost died from the Begging Association.
...
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the Champ de Mars, with a gentle breeze blowing.
Porter's arrival attracted the attention of many people. His slender body and outstanding temperament were very eye-catching even if he didn't show them intentionally.
But he didn't care about other people's eyes. When he stepped into the square, his eyes had already fallen on An Qisheng, who was taking pictures of the old couple.
At this moment, his mind went blank, like a starry sky. Because of its vastness, it was difficult to see its shape, but it was just a trance, everything disappeared again, and it seemed that there was just an ordinary young man in front of him.
This is not intentional concealment, but its aura or mood is fluctuating, just like the heaven and earth, sometimes the wind rises and sometimes the rain falls.
Porter's spiritual practice is extremely high, and his feelings are even more profound. This is no longer the unity of heaven and man in the ordinary sense.
Because his breath or the ups and downs of his mood do not follow the course of heaven. On the contrary, the ups and downs of his mood will affect the heaven and earth.
"Such a state..."
Potter had thoughts in his mind, but did not step forward.
He just lowered his arms and lowered his eyebrows, waiting quietly like a primary school student waiting to be scolded.
"alright?"
An Jianzhong put down the pose he had been posing for for a long time, looking rather lifeless. God knows how much these women like to take pictures.
How many have you filmed over the years?
"Qiqi's photos are getting better and better." An's mother fiddled with the camera and glanced at An Jianzhong happily: "It's not like some people, who are rough-handed."
"It's getting late, we should go back."
An Jianzhong was nearly two meters tall and extremely burly, but he couldn't bear the rolling eyes of his wife. He glanced at Porter who stood out in the distance:
"Someone is looking for Qiqi."
"ah?"
Only then did An's mother realize that Porter was waiting with his hands lowered by the square, and glanced at her son with some reluctance.
Faintly, she could sense that the peaceful days of the past few years were going to be gone forever.
"It's okay. You go back to the hotel first. I'll be back in a moment."
An Qisheng patted his mother's hand and comforted him. Then he looked at Potter, who had been waiting for a long time, with a calm expression:
"You're looking for me?"
An Qisheng's demeanor is calm and casual, but the aloofness in his body has been peeled off, or he has returned to his original nature, without any aggressive edge or the aloofness that once made people afraid of him.
After seven years of wandering in the mortal world, he may not have gained much, but he has condensed a lot. He has digested all the emotions he has seen and heard for thousands of years in his dream.
Potter bowed slightly and gave the ancient ritual of Daxuan: "When I woke up from a dream this morning, I saw the vast purple energy covering the sky like the sea. I knew that your realm had reached its peak. After waiting for a long time, I finally couldn't hold back the throbbing in my heart. I'm rude. , I hope the saint will not blame you."
This time, Porter was convinced.
In his life, he was adopted by a Xuanren couple when he was young. He studied Xuanwen at a young age and Taoist Buddhist scriptures at a young age. He was already sixteen when he practiced martial arts. However, in just nine years, he was able to see that the gods are immortal.
After that, he traveled around the world, searching for a way forward, and searched hard for decades. Only today did he have the feeling of seeing the way in his heart.
This is not what dreams can give.
"saint......"
An Qisheng shook his head slightly: "You have been talking about Wen Shi, but I am not an old man. It is more pleasant to call me Mr. An."
"Yes, Mr. An."
Porter was accommodating and treated him like a disciple.
"I roughly know your purpose of coming, but how can you be sure that I will teach you the Dharma?"
An Qisheng looked at Potter with a half-smile.
The first time the two met was when Tong Zhengyang broke into the Daxuan border. At that time, he was deeply impressed by this white man who was dedicated to seeking the truth and even risking his own life.
In a sense, the three leaders of the Begging Society are all true seekers.
Compared with Mu Longcheng and Yan Changsha, Porter is more pure, as if there is nothing else outside the Tao, and there is no negative emotion in his spiritual world.
Not to mention seeking enlightenment from a person who is 'younger' than myself, even if it is a pig, dog, or livestock, there will be no other emotions at all.
"Seeking the truth depends on the heart. Whether you get it or not is not something I can control."
Porter's Daxuan talk is very proficient and his words are accurate and accurate. He is even adjusting it to make it more suitable for An Qisheng, which seems to be exactly what he said.
The scenery stops.
The Tao is not only in words, but can also be understood in every move.
"Only now do I understand that the support of one's state of mind is not only about strength, but sometimes it even has nothing to do with strength."
An Qisheng nodded slightly and sighed slightly: "Your state of mind at this time is very similar to mine back then, but it is much purer than me."
After a lifetime of oppression in the floating world, and the Dharma being passed down for three thousand years, An Qisheng gained a lot. His mood changed for the first time, and he got rid of the confused and unwilling state of mind that he once suffered from a terminal illness.
Later, when he was fighting in the human world, his state of mind changed again. His heart was like a bright mirror. Even if there was dust, it could be wiped off easily, and no thoughts would linger in his heart.
Before dreaming back to Spring and Autumn, he had already realized what his problem was.
Since awakening to Dao Yitu, he has had tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions, of people fall into his dreams. The joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows and fears of millions of people have had a great impact on him.
Even without Lao Dan's criticism, he still sensed his problem.
Therefore, he wanted to solve this problem in the Wanyang Realm, and after eighteen hundred years of meditation practice, his state of mind changed again.
All kinds of distracting thoughts can no longer arise in my heart, as if it is already dust-free and does not need to be wiped away.
What is equally difficult to arise are his natural desires, emotions and desires, and his short-term nature.
He also understood the true meaning of killing all the demons of desire to become a divine fetus.
However, he didn't want to do it.
Until he returned to Xuanxing, he had a confusion in his heart that he had never experienced before crossing all realms. What was before him was the choice between gods and humans.
After seven years of walking in the mortal world, he no longer restrained his distracting thoughts and wandered around the world like a mortal. Only then did he truly follow his own will.
"When I met Mr. An a few years ago, I felt that you were as ethereal as a fairy, as high as the sky, aloof and impersonal. Looking at you now, you are still the same, but there is something difficult to fathom. It seems that the human heart is the heart of the heaven."
Potter responded softly, with a humble look on his face, as if he had completely taken it in, and his thoughts were actions.
"The sky is high and the sky is low. The good is good, but the bad may not really have any merit. Joy, anger, sorrow and joy are external manifestations of the heart, just as wind, rain, thunder and lightning are external manifestations of the sky. The human heart is the human heart, and the heavenly heart is the heavenly heart. Why can't we seek common ground while reserving differences? "
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the sky turned red and the clouds turned red. The dust in An Qisheng's heart faded away. The seven-year journey seemed like a dream, settling in his heart:
"If you go astray, you will be a devil, but if you find the right way, you will be a demon. Now I know what Lao Dan means. Let nature take its course. It is better to just let nature take its course."
Wang Quan is me, Tai Chi is me, Yuanyang is me too.
When the mind emerges from the dust, clear light will arise.
"Um?"
Porter's heart moved, and he looked intently, and saw a pillar of clear light shooting out from An Qisheng's body. It was like a pillar at first, then like wolf smoke, and finally, it condensed like a canopy.
Among them, the five colors are intertwined, and there seem to be three clear flowers spinning. Faintly, it seems that there are human figures flickering among the petals like a lotus platform.
But in the next moment, everything became a blur and fell into An Qisheng's body again.
This scene happened so fast that except for Porter who was aware of it, even the tourists taking pictures seemed to be unaware of it, as if it had never happened.
"Are you Sanhua?" Potter was a little surprised. In the clear light, he seemed to feel a rather familiar aura.
That seems to be the way of kingship...
Could it be that, as was once rumored, Mr. An is a certain generation of King Quan Taoist in the Jiufu Realm, or even the peerless grandmaster who pioneered the King Quan Dao?
You must know that although there is a saying in the Jiufu Realm that the five qi go towards the Yuan and the three flowers gather at the top, even the seven kings of the past dynasties and the Taoist Wang Quan have difficulty in condensing the three flowers.
Even in the more than three thousand years of history of the Jiufu Realm, the only ones who truly united Sanhua were the first generation of Taoist Wang Quan and the Taibai Patriarch.
"If you abstain from lust, don't act recklessly and have no name, you can condense the flower of essence, and have no fear, no anger, no resentment, you can bloom the flower of energy, and if you don't cling to it, you can get the flower of magic. Those who are always clear and awake can get the flower of magic. Three flowers gathered at the top , not just the spirit..."
An Qisheng was in a good mood and talked a lot more.
But before he finished speaking, he seemed to feel something in his heart and kept silent.
After seven years of walking in the world of mortals, he was truly indifferent to external objects. Even in the cave of reincarnation, he left it to the three-hearted blue soul boy to control and not touch everything.
At this time, his mind was clear and his thoughts followed his heart, and he immediately felt the changes taking place in the world.
Porter was chewing on An Qisheng's story about Sanhua. At this time, he was also startled. He concentrated on sensing but found nothing. He couldn't help but ask: "What are you looking at?"
An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly and he saw the wreckage of the spaceship that crashed into the ocean: "It's like a sieve with no protection. No wonder there are evil guests coming..."
again?
Potter was startled for a moment, and then he realized that the only person An Qisheng could call an 'evil guest' was the 'Serpent of Destruction' seven years ago.
"Could it be that the 'Serpent of Destruction' is back?"
Potter's expression changed. He could not forget the battle seven years ago to this day. He was even ineligible to participate in the battle.
"It's a lot more troublesome than that stupid snake..."
An Qisheng skillfully took out his cell phone and sent a message to An's father and mother, and then he looked faintly at the distant sky.
It was like seeing an endless distance.
"It's rude to come and not reciprocate..."
Potter seemed to hear him talking to himself, but before he heard it clearly, his heart skipped a beat.
There was no sound of breaking the sky, no explosion of sound, and not even the slightest ripple in the void. It disappeared without a trace as if it were teleporting!
"This is?"
Potter was shocked. This was not An Qisheng moving at all, but his step that actually followed the trajectory of the planet!
In other words, Mr. An can travel 80,000 miles a day while sitting on the ground without lifting his feet at all!
This power...
Shocked in his heart, he took a step forward, only to feel that invisible barriers around him seemed to be penetrated by him. In the next moment, the world passed quickly in front of him.
Champ de Mars, Bach, France...
In just an instant, it seemed like we had crossed two continents!
He raised his head slightly and saw an ordinary Taoist temple in front of him. In the Taoist temple, on a simple and mottled Taoist platform, An Qisheng was sitting cross-legged.
Behind him, the clear light reappeared, but this time, the clear light did not burst out from his body.
Instead, it overflowed from the temple behind him that housed the statues of gods.
Buzz~
Faintly, Potter heard the sound of gurgling water, but the clear light became more and more intense, unfolding like a celebratory cloud on the top of the mountain, with five colors intertwined and runes flowing.
It seems that a world is slowly unfolding.
