Master Xiao was studying the prayer reward sent down by the gods in the sky. The more he read, the more suspicious he became, and the more he read, the more depressed he became.
The history of praying in the Splendid Continent has a long history. Almost as soon as the magical power of heaven and earth began to appear on the continent, such a strange phenomenon of cultivation began.
In the beginning, a small practitioner could pray for opportunities. Later, as the level of human cultivation gradually increased, golden elixirs were required to pray. Until now, prayer activities must be presided over by a real person like him. This is the order of development.
Praying does not necessarily guarantee that your wish will come true. The gods in the sky may not be at home? Or are you in a bad mood and are too lazy to bother with the lower world? There is a question of luck; just like a beggar who goes to a rich man's house to beg, what he can get depends on the rich man's mood.
Same.
It might be a full meal, it might be an extra piece of clothing to keep out the cold, it might be a dime... but it might also be a slap in the face...
When you are a beggar, you must have the professional experience of a beggar. You cannot come too often and grab a big tree and plow it up hard, otherwise the rich family will not be able to withstand such demands. After more than a thousand years, the cultivation forces in dozens of countries in the Splendid Continent have gradually gradually
They reached a consensus that prayers should be made once every hundred years, and the timing of praying to each other should be staggered so that the rich man above would not really be annoyed.
Just like this peace prayer, it is not entirely the Anhe Taoist sect's own business, it also informs the Taoist sects of other countries, which is a tacit understanding between each other.
This time I prayed that my luck would not be bad and I would not return empty-handed. The reward given by the gods to Anhe Daomen was a book of exercises, and at least I had gained something; but my luck was not that good, because this book of exercises was a bit...
…a little too ordinary?
It's like the landlord gave away a pair of shoes, but the beggar found that the shoes were worse than the shoes with exposed toes on his own feet?
The name of the exercise is [Huangting Inner Scenery Sutra], which sounds very lofty, but its content is ordinary. In fact, it has been mastered by various sects in Jinxiu Continent for a long time, and has been broken down into countless cultivation schools, which is among the most common.
The most basic thing.
Is this what the gods gave you?
Master Xiao was very troubled because he didn't know how to explain it to the disciples and grandsons below him. If he couldn't explain clearly, the monks below would think that he was hiding his magical skills and did not want to show them to others.
The explanation will be a bit troublesome, because the rewards from heaven are not based on actual objects. For example, the magic weapon dropped is just the refining method and mechanism of the magic weapon; the pill pill is the production process of the pill; the technique of the pill is just the idea passed down, and it is guided by
The monk who presides over the prayer will then record it based on what he has learned in his mind, and make it a Taoist inheritance.
This time the technique is passed down, it is about the acting method of the human body in the Yellow Courtyard. The concept was formed in the sea of consciousness of Master Xiao through Weili's audition.
It's very wonderful, but for his level, it's completely useless. Because he has already penetrated Huang Ting.
With the ardent hope of the monks below, he had to work hard to find something unique in this exercise and see if this [Huangting Inner Scenery Sutra] was suitable for monks of that level.
This is the contradiction between the uploaded skills and the self-created skills. The description of the realm by the gods' skills is different from that of the Splendid Continent. It's not that they don't respect the gods, but that any practice must be based on the actual local environment.
Subject to the conditions and conditions, copying mechanically is not the way to practice.
For example, the most critical step for a monk, the step to be able to fly, is called Tongxuan in the Splendid Continent, and the uploading method is called foundation building; the uploading method is just a simple Qi refining before foundation building, and
In the Splendid Continent, it is divided into five levels: pulsation, qi-entraining, element-raising, inestimation, and bridge-connecting.
This is a layering based on the actual situation. They are basically the same, but they are different in specific circumstances.
What Master Xiao is doing now is how to promote this "Huangting Inner Scenery Sutra", and through practical study and practice, slowly discover what the true meaning is in it?
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Traveling in Houzi becomes more enjoyable. When you are in a good mood and can vaguely see the road ahead, then all the scenery around you is beautiful.
Can he vaguely guess the truth of the change? It can't be anything else. It can only be the short period of time when his consciousness leaves the body during the sacrifice process in Shendu Daofu. It may be that he destroyed the fist in anger and shattered the things that had been suppressing his potential.
? Or other mysteries that he can't understand yet? His efforts finally paid off, and it was a huge reward that could change his life.
"Sir, there is a tanker passing ahead. Should we take a detour or wait?" asked the boss of the ship, Lao Qi.
Hou Zi smiled and said, "Wait! Old man, my trip this time is just a study trip, and I'm not rushing for anything, so you don't need to work hard to rush for time and live up to the scenery along the way.
Walk slowly and I will take my time to see how much the boat fare will be when I get back. I will never owe you anything."
Lao Qi smiled happily and said, "Okay, I have already given you enough money. I am just afraid of wasting your time. If you say so, then I know what to do."
Hou Zi actually has another choice now, that is, not to go to Shan country at all, not to go to Dafengyuan to undercover the Demon Sect; but to find another stable place and seize the time to continue his practice. When he reaches the realm, everything will be over.
Worry-free.
When he thought about it, Taoist Chongling wouldn't really expect anything from him. How could the battle between the Taoist and Demonic Sects fall on a little person like him who was not even a chess piece?
But he would not do this. Even if there was no oath, he would not break the promise he had made, let the Taoist look down on him, and he would not be able to pass the test in his heart.
He has vaguely realized that the journey of spiritual cultivation that he finally started will end up in this undercover trip. Whether it is a magic sect or a Taoist sect, he will have the opportunity to integrate into the real spiritual practice world; it makes no sense to reach this point and then
Find a nook and cranny to hide in as a penance?
Cultivating Taoism is also cultivating the world; there may be a day when you can escape from the world and practice it, but it will only happen after Taoism has been completed, and it is still very early.
My feelings towards Taoism have been constantly changing over the past month;
Daomen, to him before, was just a noun and illusory concept, but now that he has come into contact with it, he realizes that it is not as fairy-like, indifferent and far-reaching as he imagined; nor is it as selfish, tyrannical and cruel as rumored.
Tao may be transcendent, but people are realistic. Before becoming gods, everyone is a mortal, and they also have mortal emotions, desires, and selfish intentions.
He felt pretty good about the Taoist sect, so he was willing to fight again for a chance to join the Taoist sect. He didn't dare to think about it before, because his practice was a problem, but now that it has been solved, at the age of his early twenties, he is in Shan
It’s not wishful thinking to work hard for a few years to achieve success, right?
The boatman Lao Qi and his son were rowing leisurely. Amidst the beautiful water and mountains, there was singing from the wupeng.
...A solitary cloud leaves the hometown, and several sounds of autumn geese arrive in Liuyang. I may ask about the old flower moon in the capital of Qing Dynasty, but I don't know that I moved to Xiaoxiang.
