While looking at the ancient genealogy in his hand, the old patriarch slowly narrated to Xiao Junhao. There was always a faint, kind smile on his old face, as if he was telling something that made him A story of great pride.
"Grandpa Patriarch, who are immortals? Are they any different from us?" Xiao Junhao asked doubtfully, dragging his cute little face with his two little hands.
"Haha! Immortals are the same as us, but different. They look like us, but they are very powerful. They can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, move mountains and fill the sea, and even break the sky," the old patriarch said with a smile. .
"Grandpa Patriarch, the heaven and earth you mentioned, what are the mountains and the sea, what do they look like? Are they big?" Xiao Junhao tilted his cute little head like a porcelain doll and asked with longing. road.
Hearing this, the old patriarch touched Xiao Junhao's little head. His old face palpitated and his eyes became slightly moist...
"They! They are all very big, so big that people can hardly imagine them. But at the same time, they are also very beautiful and have given birth to many wonderful creatures. However, on the other side of their beauty, there are still many Danger," the old patriarch sighed.
"Grandpa Patriarch, why are immortals so powerful at flying into the sky and escaping from the earth, but we can't? Didn't you say that immortals are the same as us?"
Xiao Junhao was fascinated by what he heard. The more he listened, the more he wanted to know the beauty of the sky and the earth, the mountains and the sea, what the patriarch said, and what the world was like. However, his eyes... …
"Because we are mortals, we can't, but immortals can practice, so they can be so powerful," the old patriarch said quietly.
"Then why can immortals practice cultivation, but we can't? Aren't they all human beings?" Xiao Jun Haotian asked honestly.
"Haha! Of course you can. In fact, those immortals also cultivated from mortals to immortals. However, it is too difficult for mortals to cultivate. If you are not careful, you will lose your life, and it will also affect your family and even your tribe."
The old patriarch paused and then said: "Without a strong will and extraordinary wisdom, it will be difficult to embark on the path of cultivation."
"Is it really so difficult for mortals to practice cultivation?" Xiao Junhao muttered in a low voice, falling into brief contemplation.
"Haha! My child, what are you thinking about? Although it is difficult for mortals to practice, it is not that no one has succeeded." Seeing Xiao Junhao pondering and speechless, the old patriarch continued.
When Xiao Junhao heard this, he immediately became energetic again, and then said excitedly: "Really? Grandpa Patriarch, has anyone really succeeded in cultivation? Who is that person? Is he powerful?"
"Haha! Didn't Grandpa say it before? There is such a person among us mortals who dares to challenge the immortals. Although he can also fly to the sky and escape from the earth, move mountains and fill the sea, but in the end, he provoked the people he shouldn't have provoked and was killed. Several immortals teamed up to trap and kill him, and also implicated his clan members..."
The old patriarch said, looking disappointed.
"Ah? Then isn't he dead? How could this happen? He is so powerful and yet he will die!" Xiao Junhao opened his mouth with an unbelievable look.
"Oh! Yes! He is dead. No matter how powerful you are in cultivation, you cannot be invincible. My child, this is the fate of mortals. Therefore, we mortals are born to be the weakest, and we can only resign ourselves to fate!"
The old patriarch sighed and said.
"Resign yourself to fate? Is this really the case? Why do we mortals have to accept our fate? Why are we so weak? Grandfather, is there really no other way out?" Xiao Junhao raised his head, feeling the breath of the old patriarch, and couldn't help but ask .
"It's not that there are no other ways out, it's just that it's too difficult to do, which is equivalent to nothing. My son, grandpa knows your thoughts and your unwillingness. However, our clan has declined and we no longer have the ability to help. What did you do?”
"However, what grandpa wants to tell you is that although you can't see with your eyes, you can use your ears to hear, your mind's eye to see, and your soul to perceive the world. Every plant and tree in this world, You have to feel every insect and every bird. In this way, you may be able to see a different world that we cannot see."
The old patriarch said seriously.
"Listen? Mind's eye? Soul perception?" Xiao Junhao asked doubtfully.
"Yes, I remember that there was a cultivator who visited our tribe before. He said: People have no eyes and can use their minds. The mind can reach the heaven and earth. All things have spirits and can be used with thoughts. Minds are thoughts. People can use their thoughts. The power of thought can perceive all things and communicate with all things, then it can embrace all things and let all living beings sing in unison!”
The old patriarch recalled while stroking his gray beard.
"Intentions? Thoughts? Grandpa Patriarch, I know the intentions, but what is the intention? Is it what I think?" Xiao Junhao scratched his head and asked.
"Haha! Yes, Xiao Junhao is really smart, so you can try this method in the future to sense everything in the outside world. Maybe, one day, you will gain something?" the old patriarch said with a smile.
"Yes! I know the patriarch, and I will do it seriously. Thank you, the patriarch." Xiao Junhao promised seriously.
"Haha! Okay, okay, you are such a good boy. Grandpa hopes you will live happily. Come on, get up, kid. We will stop here this time. Grandpa will take you back. Don't keep your mother waiting."
"Well! Let's go back then! Hehe"
The old patriarch took Xiao Junhao's hand and sent him back. Along the way, Xiao Junhao was very happy and excited, because today he found his own fun. It was not so much fun as it was discovery. A guiding light that escapes the prison of darkness.
In the early morning of the next day, the rising sun was still dazzling and dazzling. The people of the Eastern tribe got up early and began to go about their business. Although the whole tribe was not very large in number, it still showed a prosperous life.
"Mom, can you help me find a cleaner stone? I want to sit by myself for a while."
After breakfast, Murong Xue held Xiao Junhao's hand and walked outside. Thinking of what the old patriarch said in the ancestral home yesterday, Xiao Junhao had an idea and asked Murong Xue.
"Child, what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy again?" Upon hearing this, Murong Xue's heart tightened and she asked quickly. What Murong Xue fears most is that Xiao Junhao will be unhappy, because this also tightly affects Murong Xue's heartstrings.
"Mom, I'm not unhappy. Really, I just want to find a place to sit quietly for a while, okay?" Xiao Junhao raised his head and shook Murong Xue's arm.
"Oh! Okay! Come, sit there! There is a big bluestone there, which is relatively clean. My mother is watching you next to it," Murong Xue sighed helplessly and said.
"Hehe! Thank you, mother," Xiao Junhao said with a happy smile.
Xiao Junhao sat on the bluestone, sitting so quietly. He listened attentively to everything in the outside world, including the sounds of insects, birdsong, and the shaking of leaves...
At first, Xiao Junhao didn't feel anything. It was just like what he heard every day, ordinary and ordinary.
As time went on, Xiao Junhao sat there quietly and gradually began to enter a state, a state of emptiness and mystery. Only if you sit quietly for a long time and have no distractions can you enter this state.
Xiao Junhao felt and listened with his heart. He released all his mind and thoughts, and integrated them all into the world of that artistic conception.
At this time, Xiao Junhao's young face showed a peaceful smile, because he felt and heard it, and he succeeded...
A wonderful world appeared in Xiao Junhao's perception. The chirping of insects became clearer and clearer, as if they were communicating with their kind, the sounds of vegetation growing vigorously, and the sound of breathing between heaven and earth...
All the life breath or natural elements around Xiao Junhao's body are catering to his artistic conception intentionally or unintentionally, and he himself is gradually integrating his own artistic conception into this world, so as to better perceive all things. life.
Just when Xiao Junhao was immersed in his own artistic world, white rays of light gathered around his body and slowly swam towards Xiao Junhao...
