"Brother Liang, we are leaving the city!"
Following the reminder from the commander-in-chief Zhou Yuji, the car passed through the city gate of the Ming Dynasty capital and came to the official road.
At this time, the scene changed again, from the original hustle and bustle of people coming and going to people with sallow faces and thin skin, but with hope in their eyes.
These people are lining up to enter the city. Just because His Majesty the Emperor has set up a porridge shack in the capital, there is hope of survival here.
Zhang Zhiwei looked at these scenes with a smile all the way. He knew that this was the way of the Heavenly Master.
The way of the Heavenly Master has never been about self-interest, but for all living beings who have no intersection at all, but are actually alive.
The Heavenly Master has always been on the side of the majority.
"Commander Zhou, it's up to you to guide us!"
After leaving the city, Youyi spoke to the co-pilot Zhou Yuji.
"Just walk along the front and adjust when you reach the end of the official road."
Zhou Yuji first pointed out the direction, "It's just that the next road is not as easy as the capital. Now that the economy is in recession, the official roads have been in need of repair for many years."
"That's not a problem, this car is for off-road use."
Liang Youyi didn't take it seriously and asked, "By the way, Commander Zhou, what method did you originally plan to use to subdue Hong Mao? Master acted too quickly, but he didn't let us see what you are capable of."
"I just plan to use black dog blood to suppress the zombies. This method is nothing compared to the magic of the heavenly master."
After hearing this, Commander-in-Chief Zhou Yuji asked Liang Youyi, "Actually, I'm curious about why the Heavenly Master can use that kind of golden magical power. It's not like martial arts, it's really unbelievable."
"You mean the Golden Light Curse, right? Everyone in our Longhushan sect knows it."
The third child, Liang Youyi, looked relaxed, but he looked up in the rearview mirror and saw Zhang Zhiwei already reading Yangming's handwriting.
He knew that he could not hide anything he said from his master. Seeing that his master did not stop him, Liang Youyi knew that it was okay to say it.
"Is anyone in the Longhushan sect capable of using your methods? No, this is absolutely impossible!"
The co-pilot Zhou Yuji shook his head, "If they really have these methods, they won't let anyone break into the mountain gate. Even the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Book has been read by others."
"Oh, is there also a Dragon Tiger Mountain Shoichi in this world?"
The third disciple Liang Youyi felt a little curious, "And what is the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Book?"
"Brother Liang, you are talking about this world, right?"
Zhou Yuji immediately grasped the key point, "Is it possible that you are not from this world?"
"Master, can you tell me this?"
Liang Youyi did not answer directly, but asked Zhang Zhiwei.
"Can."
Zhang Zhiwei responded softly, and then continued to focus on Yangming's handwriting.
The specific name of the handwriting should be "Wang Wencheng Gongquan Shu", which is a book written by Wang Yangming during the last period of his life.
Zhang Zhiwei had read this book in the one-person world, but the content was different from the one he had in his hands now.
This "Wang Wencheng Gongquan Shu" not only writes about Wang Yangming's mind science and his own understanding of the world, but also writes some mysteries about seeing gods.
This allowed Zhang Zhiwei to intuitively understand some special manifestations of the realm of seeing gods in words.
The existence of this realm itself has reflected all the acupoints in the human body. This must mean that the spiritual practice has reached an extremely powerful state.
In fact, Zhang Zhiwei can also do this to reflect all the acupuncture points in the body. He now wraps the internal organs with golden light all the time, reaching a state where the body is as unified as a diamond.
But the reason why seeing God is indestructible is seeing God being indestructible, that is because in addition to reflecting the acupoints all over the body, beings who reach this state will also see their own God.
This god is the truly indescribable thing, and the truly immortal thing recorded in the handwriting of these sages.
Gradually, Zhang Zhiwei became fascinated and gradually realized Wang Yangming's specific description of God, something that exists in the smallest parts of the human body.
Even his body was subconsciously moving with his mind, and his eyes were slightly closed. It seemed to everyone that the old heavenly master fell asleep in the car, but in fact he fell into a deep trance.
After years of practice, Zhang Zhiwei's mind has long been able to match his cultivation. His mind has been as stable as Mount Tai and will not fall over, and he can enter a state of trance anytime and anywhere.
After entering samadhi, I have long been able to wake up when I want to wake up, and wake up automatically when I feel a crisis.
After being in trance for a long time, at a certain moment, Zhang Zhiwei's spiritual frequency finally resonated with the trace of spiritual will contained in the book.
Boom!
At the moment when his spirit resonated, the scene in front of Zhang Zhiwei suddenly changed, and he entered an antique school. In the school, a group of Miao people wearing turbans were sitting on straw mats, listening to a man wearing a large white coat. A middle-aged man wearing a Confucian scarf gives a lecture.
"You're here."
The middle-aged man looked at him as if he knew Zhang Zhiwei, and spoke in a gentle tone.
The Miao people seemed not to notice Zhang Zhiwei and continued to sit where they were, listening attentively, as if a middle-aged man was still lecturing.
Zhang Zhiwei knew in an instant that the current scene was that of Longchang's enlightenment, and that the person in charge was Wang Yangming.
"I'm here." Zhang Zhiwei smiled and was neither humble nor overbearing.
"Can you tell me."
Wang Yangming also said with a smile, "I can feel a mysterious force in your body. This force is not Qi, blood, or spirit, but something mysterious and mysterious. What is it?"
"This is Qi."
As Zhang Zhiwei spoke, a golden light jumped out from his fingertips to form a thread, and flexibly changed in the air, appearing to be very comfortable.
"Taoist Qi?"
Wang Yangming felt the characteristics of this Qi, but he laughed, "It seems that the Taoist priests I have met over the years are all fake cultivators, and none of them have inherited the methods of fellow Taoists."
Unknowingly, Wang Yangming had already called Zhang Zhiwei a fellow Taoist.
"Maybe! Qi is very mysterious in nature, and not many people can master it."
Zhang Zhiwei noticed the change in Wang Yangming's title, and nodded and asked, "I dare to ask my friend, have you ever reached the realm of seeing gods, so that a ray of spirit can be immortalized?"
"The soul has arrived, but the body has not arrived. It is true that only a ray of spiritual thought can survive briefly."
Wang Yangming, who was questioned, did not hide anything, "The so-called endless cultivation of one's life means that it is difficult for a ghost spirit to become a saint after all eons. I only understood this truth in the year of destiny, but it was too late."
Wang Yangming was right, because he died at the age of fifty-nine. If he had really reached this state, he would have lived at least more than a hundred years.
