Song Ciwan exchanged jade dew for a piece of lightning-struck plum tree. When he was about to leave at the end, the young shoots of the plum tree actually poked their heads in, showing some reluctance towards Song Ciwan.
Song Ciwan saw that the bud was ignorant and cute, so he couldn't help but stretched out his fingertips and caressed the top of the bud.
She said: "Everything in nature has a path. The sun and the moon rotate, the four seasons change, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, living things wither and prosper, are all in the path. You, a natural creature, should also learn from nature. Keep your thoughts, gather your spirit, and think of the path. True. When the time is right, you can nourish your energy and collect your true Qi. When it is strong, you can harvest it, and when it is damaged, you can make up for it..."
The art of transmitting the Dharma moves slowly, leaving no trace, breathing together with the heaven and earth.
Although everything went smoothly and without any setbacks when he obtained the Thousand-Year Lightning Strike Li Mu, Song Ciwan actually gained a different kind of understanding at this time by spreading the Dharma on the road in just a few words.
It can be seen that people do not necessarily need adversity and ups and downs to grow.
Or maybe, this state of being able to gain enlightenment anytime and anywhere...is some kind of manifestation of the Yuanling Taoist body?
Song Ciwan was thinking while preaching. Although it was a sermon, it was not teaching any specific method, but an understanding and a concept that fit what she saw and felt at this moment.
It's a different kind of fate.
The new buds under the withered tree trunk shook their heads and listened. Now they unfolded the buds, and now they closed the spores. Now they still tilted their young stems, as if they wanted to rub Song Ciwan's hand again.
One person and one tree gradually become harmonious.
Song Ciwan turned to look at the distant sky, and saw that the sky was green and picturesque at this time, and the Leistrike Ridge, which had been noisy for countless years, was now rare and peaceful.
But in the distant horizon, there were faint thunders that began to flicker, as if there were signs of gathering.
This is not to say that there will be some crazy thunder in the sky chasing Song Ciwan, but that although the thunder above the Thunder Strike Ridge was previously sucked away by Song Ciwan, after all, thunder here is a natural phenomenon——
In other words, the thunder on the Thunder Strike Ridge is not rootless thunder, but the topography, geology, earth veins, and vitality here are all special, which is why the Three Thousand Miles Thunder Strike Ridge is formed, with continuous thunder day and night.
Even if Song Ciwan sucks all the thunder away for a while, it won't be long before the thunder on the Thunder Strike Ridge will continue to be reborn.
And just like before, slashing back and forth, year after year.
This is the miraculous workmanship of nature. The eternity of heaven and earth is beyond the reach of ordinary people, but practitioners are on the road to pursue it.
It can be seen that practice is not really without desires and desires, but the desires of the practitioners are more distant and grand!
The Sitting and Forgetting Heart Sutra is not really about cultivating away all thoughts. The so-called not being attached to anything and entering nothingness is just because the thoughts are not in the world of mortals, but in the world and eternity!
Finally, Song Ciwan was preaching for half a quarter of an hour. The buds under the scorched and withered branches of the plum tree swayed with branches and leaves. Suddenly the leaves were covered with frost, and he actually entered a rare state of meditation and enlightenment.
Song Ciwan himself, unknowingly, made a breakthrough in his cultivation from the early stage of divine transformation to the middle stage of divine transformation.
It just happens so naturally, without any trace or breath.
Song Ciwan stood there. In the eyes of others, she was still the third-level innate warrior. Her body was full of energy and blood, but she didn't reveal it. She was as unfathomable as the abyss of the sea.
Who could see through that she was actually a cultivator and had made a small breakthrough just now?
With a smile on her lips, Song Ciwan stepped on the void, stepped on the sea of clouds, and returned to the light gate of the previous secret realm of the spiritual world.
Under the mountain peak where the light gate is located, the monks who were watching the battle have not yet left.
It's not that everyone doesn't want to leave, it's just that the injuries suffered earlier are not so easy to recover from. At least half an hour is not enough time for everyone to recover enough to leave here and rush back to the city.
In addition, there is a particularly miserable group of people who are still lying on the ground unconscious and unable to wake up.
In order to watch the battle of Tianjiao live, the price paid by the people under the mountain was not a small price.
Lian Jia got out from under her puppet car and was selling her healing elixir. She was frothing at the mouth, selling a lot of healing elixirs, and Yuanzhu's hand cramped after receiving it.
So that later on, everyone looked at her in a wrong way.
Just when the atmosphere under the mountain peak was getting a little weird, Song Ciwan stepped on the sea of clouds and came back from afar.
The vague commotion under the mountain peak suddenly subsided completely, and the atmosphere fell into silence for a while.
Everyone was either sitting stiffly or standing blankly, and then they all looked up and stared blankly at Song Ciwan who came back as before.
If someone's voice can be expressed in words at this time, then this person must be screaming in fear in his heart: He is back, he is back, why is he back? Ahhhhhh...
There is no such thing as monkish demeanor.
If circumstances permit, people will be able to crow louder than an old hen that just laid eggs.
Although Song Ciwan couldn't hear people's voices, the scales of heaven and earth appeared beside her, and masses of human desire rushed in like a storm.
She didn't have to listen directly to people's voices to know how excited everyone was at this moment.
[Human desire, the panic, horror, and fear of those who are cultivating immortals in the early stages of becoming gods can be sold for three pounds or nine taels. 】
[Human desire, the panic, fear, and doubt of those who are cultivating immortals in the middle stage of transformation can be sold at the price of four pounds and sixty ounces. 】
[Human desire, the fear, doubt, and sorrow of a congenital third-level warrior can be sold for four pounds and two taels. 】
[Human desire, fear, doubt, and panic among those who are cultivating immortals during the Qi training period...]
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There are many people, there are twenty or thirty groups in total.
Half of these providers of human desires are immortal cultivators in the transformation stage and third-level innate warriors. After all, those who are too low in cultivation are still far away and have not had time to come over.
Most of them were monks who had previously discussed Taoism with Ye Sheng in Fenghua Tower. These monks came from all over Yuzhou and were originally geniuses from various sects.
Otherwise, in just a bluestone city, it would be difficult to gather so many people in the transformation stage and innate third level.
As for the monks who were in the Qi training stage and the second level of Xiantian, there were also monks. Most of these people came in Lian Jia's puppet car. Now being here can be regarded as a way to help Song Ciwan, and it will not hurt her to accumulate more human desires.
This time, Song Ciwan made a comeback, and although the amount of human desire he harvested was quite large, it was actually weak in terms of weight.
After all, among the twenty or thirty groups of people, none weighed more than five kilograms.
But before, when Song Ciwan fought with Ye Sheng, he received many desires, but there were a few that stood out.
I won’t go into details before, because the battle was so fierce that Song Ciwan himself had no time to distract himself from watching it.
At this moment, while collecting the human desires of everyone under the mountain, Song Ciwan was sorting out the previous harvest, and felt that the bowl was full, which gave rise to an extraordinarily pleasant feeling.
As a result, everyone at the bottom of the mountain could only watch the young man in black standing silently on the top of the mountain who had returned.
Seeing him lowering his eyes and thinking deeply, he didn't know what he was thinking about.
Everyone became more and more trembling, full of anxiety, and indescribable suffering.
