At this time, Yang Lin discovered that Hongmeng Ziqi had no secrets in his eyes.
Whether it is the power of destroying chaos in martial arts as a major, or the power of growth of Mu Yuan as a minor, they have reached infinite heights and infinite distances, seeming to have crossed the boundaries of time and space and returned to the beginning of the world.
And he seemed to be integrated into the heaven and earth, calmly observing the formation of all things, and personally participating in it.
This feeling is very intoxicating.
Without thoughts or thoughts, the mind is free and becomes a part of the way of heaven.
The human body is so fragile, and the world is so powerful. He has a feeling that he should stay in this state forever and never want to wake up.
boom……
There was a sudden shock in my heart, and a Bodhi tree appeared in front of my eyes, emitting colorful light.
The precious light is like a flame.
Yang Lin opened his eyes, and a rare drop of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. .
"I almost fell into the Tao. Becoming a saint is indeed very difficult. The last step turned out to be a trap. I almost turned into the Tao and became a part of heaven and earth. Compared with the vastness of the heaven and earth, human beings are indeed too weak. Therefore, there are really not many people in the world who can resist this kind of spiritual temptation."
'I finally understand why, including the Three Pure Ones, including Nuwa, Jie Yin and others, they all failed to cultivate and become enlightened by beheading the three corpses. It is probably because they have this information in the inheritance, so they dare not go out to the end. In one step, he completely killed the three corpses because he saw the danger. '
'With my spiritual cultivation and my will power, I almost transformed into a Tao... At a critical moment, I have to use the power of the treasure to shock my mind before turning back. Think about it, you know, once those three corpses really transform into a Tao, only one of them will The word death. '
"That old man!"
Thinking of the dull look on Hongjun's face when he was listening to the sermon in Zixiao Palace when he talked about beheading three corpses to become a saint, Yang Lin felt a chill in his heart.
Perhaps, that person actually didn't care whether others killed the three corpses and transformed into the Dao, integrating into the will of God.
The fruits of a lifetime's work have been transformed into the way of heaven, so why aren't they making a wedding dress for him?
For him, the goal was actually achieved.
This is a choice.
The road has been given to you, so don’t blame me if it doesn’t work.
This is probably what Hongjun thinks.
The strength of the mind and the will are too weak, and there is no qualification for becoming a saint in the first place. You know you are not good, but you still have to be strong. If you have a right to die, who can blame you?
Transform the Tao into the Tao, leave the Tao and perform the Tao.
Traveled through thousands of mountains, crossed thousands of rivers, and returned to the original state.
Yang Lin's mind returned, and the good corpse, the evil corpse, and the obsessive self corpse emitted infinite light at the same time, merged into one, and pounced on him.
All the emotions came back again.
Life becomes extremely vibrant and bright, and the world becomes fresher and brighter.
From the beginning of my memory, all the touches and all the emotional fluctuations have turned into crystal clear beads, neatly hidden deep in my heart. I will never forget them or be troubled.
"I am no longer the same person, but I am still me!"
A smile appeared on Yang Lin's face, and his mind was at ease. He felt that the world was in his heart, and everything turned into the palm of his hand. An unparalleled and powerful self-confidence suddenly appeared in his heart.
This is not an illusion, but reality.
"I think this is how it felt when Hongjun became enlightened and the world turned into dust. Looking down, everything in the world was worth mentioning, and there was no one to speak to, so he wanted to preach."
"He is even obsessed with the powerful feeling of being integrated into the Tao, and wants to go one step further by practicing Tao on behalf of Heaven."
Yang Lin watched as he exhaled the twenty-four Dinghai Divine Beads and discovered that with a thought, the space inside that had been transformed into twenty-four small worlds suddenly changed.
Listen to thunder in a silent place.
In the amazing evolution, the small world turned into a medium world, the rules were improved a lot, the world expanded a lot, all living things grew and evolved, and gradually transformed towards perfection.
With a thought, he integrated the twenty-four Zhongqian Worlds into the cave sky and turned it into a sun. The twenty-four stars surrounded the galaxy picture, and the infinite mystery and freedom rippled in his heart.
"At this point, I still have one opportunity, or in other words, one obsession. To become a saint in this world, I have to repay this world. This is not necessary, but I want to."
At this point in his practice, his soul was complete and self-sufficient. Yang Lin knew that he had actually passed the last hurdle and could become a saint at any time.
However, this is not the best time to become a saint.
After walking out of the quiet room, Yang Lin turned around and looked around. He saw the purple air on the top of Buzhou Mountain like a curtain, and a huge air of luck was gradually formed, with golden light gestating in it.
'My guess is correct. Nuwa has now found her own opportunity, which is also my opportunity to become a saint. '
Yang Lin laughed loudly and saw Changxi standing in the courtyard staring at him blankly. He stretched out his hand and pulled her in front of him. The clouds rose and flew straight towards Mount Buzhou.
"The time has come, Chang Xi, for seven thousand three hundred years in this world, you will witness the glory today."
Chang Xi was puzzled and hummed slightly, but her heart was beating...
She vaguely guessed something, but she didn't want to break the solemn atmosphere in front of her.
"Master, are you going to become a saint?"
A voice echoed in my heart.
She almost burst with joy.
…
Not around the mountainside, there is a small lake with no waves, green grass and blooming flowers.
Nuwa squatted beside a quagmire, frowning, and pinched the clay figurine carefully.
His face was sometimes happy and sometimes troubled.
Small clay figures were pinched out one by one, and when they blew a breath, they swelled up in the wind, turning into ignorant and ignorant dolls.
She sighed and murmured: "It shouldn't be. Everything is shaped according to my innate Tao body, and it has enough vitality. Why can't it be infused with souls or create life?"
She felt that she had the opportunity to become a saint. The more she held the clay figure, the clearer her mind became. All the fog in front of her eyes had been lifted, but she could not cross the last step.
"Today, right here, I feel it. Heaven is rejoicing and everyone is celebrating. Why can't it work?"
With such a Taoist practice, Nuwa could naturally sense the changes in the sky. She knew that she was definitely on the right path. The answer was right in front of her, but something was missing.
"Why not try this?"
Yang Lin and Chang Xi turned into light and shadow, and landed silently by the lake. He watched Nuwa indulge in the creation of human beings, and seemed unaware of his arrival...
He smiled, reached out and grabbed it from the cave, and pulled out a large ball of yellow and shiny soil.
This is the soil.
Innate spiritual soil.
Nuwa couldn't figure out what went wrong, but Yang Lin knew it.
Transforming spirits and injecting souls can indeed be conceived from soil, but if there is no spirit in the earth, how can spiritual beings be created.
Nuwa is blind now, she will figure it out sooner or later.
However, I haven’t figured it out now.
Yang Lin decided to make a contribution and gain some merit.
This merit is definitely not a lot, but it is enough for Chang Xi to reach the pinnacle of quasi-sage.
But he himself doesn't need it.
The three corpses merge into one and can become a saint at any time. This is not only an opportunity for Nuwa to become a saint through his merits, but also an opportunity for him to repay this world with his sainthood.
A ball of soil the size of a fist slowly flew to Nuwa, and she caught it in her hand. She stared at Yang Lin blankly, suddenly understanding something, feeling grateful but also slightly annoyed.
She understood all the causes and consequences, the causes and consequences, and Yang Lin's purpose.
However, if you understand clearly, you may not refuse, and refusal is useless.
She took a long breath and melted the spiritual soil in her hands with water. The spiritual soil melted into the pool, grew rapidly, and turned into a large quagmire.
This time, Nuwa carefully shaped the doll again and blew on it. The doll swelled up in the wind, rolled on the ground a few times, and then came to life.
First he looked around with his eyes vividly, and then at himself. This person was jumping happily, smiling and singing, saluting Nuwa and calling her mother...
Nuwa did not answer, but glanced at this perfect body with her spiritual mind, and said, from now on, you will be called "human", and your clan will be called human race...
After saying that, she buried herself in pinching people again.
After pinching one person and blowing on her, Nuwa became a little impatient and felt that the efficiency was too low.
She took out a calabash gourd, stained with mud, injecting the vitality of creation into it, and swung it outward...
Dozens or hundreds of people appeared at the same time, rolling and jumping, calling for mother.
The hundred or ten people behind were much weaker in body and lacked a lot of spiritual intelligence, but Nuwa didn't care. She felt the urge to break through and the changes in the world were intensifying.
When three thousand people appeared on the grass, Nuwa stopped making people and looked up at the sky.
"Today, I, Nuwa, have created a clan, named Ren, and heaven and earth will learn from it!"
Heaven has a feeling and sends down immeasurable merit.
The purple energy exploded with a roar, and then it fell. Golden lotuses filled the field, and flowers fell from the sky. . . .
Her realm continued to skyrocket, and the Hongmeng purple energy integrated into her body began to merge with the true spirit.
The sound of heaven and earth resounds throughout the vast wilderness, and the purple energy reflects across the world.
An immense and boundless coercion emerged from Nuwa, shocking all beings in the world.
She is sanctified.
