A few days later, the three of them were taken to a Taoist palace, where six other Taoist disciples were also waiting.
No one communicates because the relationship between them is relatively tense. There is obvious hostility between Wu Sect and Quanzhen Sect. An and Dao Sect are even more awkward characters caught in the middle. They can't even show goodwill to either party because they will offend the other party.
Moreover, it is difficult to tell whether these two behemoths are helping them or invading them? Even within the Anhe Dao Sect, there have never stopped similar disputes.
Originally, all nine places should belong to Brother Anhe, but now they are divided equally. This in itself shows something.
After everyone arrived, the rest of the crowd left, and a Taoist from the Three Natural Realms of Tongtian came in. He had a high crown and feathery robes, and a cold face.
He didn't say much, neither warned nor encouraged, as if he was completing a routine task.
"Enter in order, close and exit."
Turning over the hand, a bonsai appears in the hand, with mountains, water, and green, and it looks full of life; the most amazing thing is that there is a white cloud hanging on the top of the mountain, like a piece of marshmallow.
The marshmallow suddenly expanded and enveloped the bodies of the nine people. It seemed as if a road in the clouds appeared in front of them.
After all, the three disciples of the Anhe Taoist Sect were the masters. In order to show the true nature of the cave, they first walked in along the middle road of Yun, and then disappeared without a trace; followed by the three disciples of the Wu Sect, who were generally the same, and finally the three disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, followed by Rao Zongzhi,
King Luo Lin was waiting for Zi to follow him, when the Taoist's voice suddenly came to his ears.
"Xiaosong was killed by you!"
Hou Zi was shocked, knowing that his current situation was probably not appropriate; there was no place to run in the white clouds, and even swinging a sword would be in vain if he was three realms away. His only chance was to bet on this Taoist's attack on the Wu clan.
manner!
Is it the Datong sect of the Taoist sect? Or the independent sect?
Except for a gamble, he had no chance.
"He was killed by his disciples."
"Why kill him?"
"He was the one who led Taoist Chong Ling back to the divine capital."
"Do you know Chong Ling?"
"The Taoist leader introduced me to Taoism and gave me money to practice, so I can get rid of my drowsiness."
"Why don't you enter the Taoist gate?"
"At that time, my disciple's realm was low and he was guilty. The Taoist priest said that my temperament was in conflict with the Taoist sect."
There was a sigh in the dark, and after a long time, a chant came out, "... I miss you vaguely, beside the long ancient road. The people of Chai Jing are alone, the beech and willows are dim, the moon is dim. The thirsty mice are looking for pine trees, and the hungry crows are carrying the setting sun. The Wangtang is in front of my eyes, and the sky is empty.
Fei Jiu ileum."
The song has a strange melody and a long lasting charm. Every time it turns, the white clouds seem to be echoing it, stirring like rain and tears.
Hou Zi felt that the road ahead was clear, gritted his teeth and continued to move forward. A voice came from behind him, "We are all Anhe practitioners, why should we kill each other for the sake of Tao?"
Hou Zi kept walking, "If you should kill, you must kill!"
"You are indeed not suitable for Taoism, but you may not be unsuitable for Jinxiu..."
After a few more steps, he felt his foot was in the air. Hou Zi subconsciously wanted to grab something, but the white clouds turned into nothingness in his hands, and he fell down.
Trying to open his eyes, he tried to judge whether this was the Taoist's punishment for him and he should be buried here? Or would everyone who comes in experience this?
It's not bad to die here, right? How many people in this world can be buried in a cave after death? This treatment is already good.
The earth below is approaching rapidly, but the speed of his fall is getting slower and slower, completely contrary to the physics of the normal world, but since it is a cave, then all the magic is taken for granted.
The place where he fell was in a large canyon, and there was no one around. Because he had done his homework in advance, he also knew that every monk who entered the spiritual cave would land in a different place, and they would never get together.
It is said to be a cave, but it is more like a new world. Although everyone falls in front and back, the distance between them is thousands of miles. It is impossible to complete the meeting by walking. There have never been two monks in history. We can meet up, but time is limited.
Return your attention to the environment in front of you. This is also the magic of the psychic cave. Here, life goes from birth to death very quickly. It is as if the cave contains a time-accelerating treasure. A small grass grows from It emerges from the soil, grows, flourishes, and then turns yellow and withers in just one day.
The plants here are all like this.
What you feel is a process of life cycle;
It seems that it has no necessary connection with the upper realm Tongxuan, but in fact it can help monks understand the nature of Tao. Because starting from Tongxuan can it really be called practice, which is self-discipline within the framework of the Tao.
Once one enters Tongxuan, one's lifespan increases by one year. This is an essential change. Outsiders think that one's lifespan increases only when the state is reached. In fact, this is not the case. It is the physical changes induced by practitioners after they truly understand the true meaning of life. The sequence here But you can't be wrong.
The Spiritual Cave is such a place. It seems to have nothing to do with the higher realms, but in fact it reveals the most essential things in practice. As Gusou said, it is the most superficial beginning about the origin of life.
Enter the Tao from here.
Hou Zi did not run around the world, looking for places that might be the final help for his enlightenment. There was no question that the life of a big tree was more mysterious than the life of a grass. As long as it was life, it was fair.
Therefore, wherever he falls, he starts from there; it is better for him to choose for him than to let God choose for him.
There were a few bushes of weeds around him. When he calmed down and observed carefully, he would naturally see something different.
Everyone who comes in realizes something different. Scenery comes from the heart, whatever suits you.
Hou Zi relaxed and adjusted himself as if this was just a spring outing, rather than a rare opportunity that he had fought for with his life.
In this world of cultivation, the most difficult thing is not the task or the battle, but the kind of exploration without any purpose; you have no goals, you don’t need to achieve anything, and there is no pressure... Being indoctrinated by the system in the cultivation sect The monks below often cannot adapt to such a rhythm, so they come in and find nothing.
The most important thing is to come here with the mentality that you must get something without repaying anything. Only by being happy when you get it and being happy when you don't get it can you truly get it.
He didn't know how others observed the life cycle of these plants, but he subconsciously connected these few grasses with the gladioli in his Zifu.
To be honest, the shape of the plants in Zifu is a bit vague. You can just think of it as a gladiolus, which is more noble and in line with the vanity of every monk. But there is nothing wrong with you saying that it is a grass. At least it hasn't grown yet. Before growing taller and taking shape, there is no difference between the two.
Ordinary, tenacious, tenacious, everywhere, fire is endless and blows out again, flood is endless, retreats and grows.
