In the past, the little ant was as simple as a piece of white paper. In order to find the meaning of existence, he was ignorant and fearless, fearing nothing.
After going through many ups and downs, the little ant has learned how to think and understand that if he wants to practice spiritual practice, he first needs to "become an apprentice".
If you want to "become a master", you must first find a master who is willing to teach you.
So the little ant started looking for a teacher.
But it has never thought that among the masters in this world, who would accept an ant as a disciple? r ±±±,≧.¤↘.♂/>
Looking for a teacher.
Living in the open air, covered with stars and the moon, in the vast and desolate ancient times, a little ant moved forward persistently and never retreated.
On this day, the little ant struggled to crawl across a rocky field filled with wind and snow, and was almost swept away by the wind and snow several times.
Finally, when it lay down under the stems and leaves of a purple hyacinth to take shelter from the wind, it could no longer bear the drowsiness and fell asleep.
The little ant had a dream.
In the dream, it heard a voice that kept calling it, "How can you fall before you reach the distance? Get up quickly! You can't sleep anymore, otherwise you will never become as brilliant as a shooting star..."
meteor?
In a blur of consciousness, the little ant suddenly woke up from its drowsiness with strength that it didn't know where it came from. It glanced around blankly, took a deep breath, and once again took tired and tired steps, crawling forward little by little.
Behind the back, a purple hyacinth swayed in the wind and snow. It quietly watched the little ants leave step by step, and murmured like a blessing: "Humble one, keep moving forward, even if you die, you must die.
In the pursuit, this is already a miracle.”
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Taihua Mountain.
The mountain is ninety thousand feet high, majestic and majestic.
On the top of Taihua Mountain, there is a green peach tree standing. It swallows the essence of the sun and the moon all the year round, and eats the energy of clouds. It survives the four great disasters of wind, fire, thunder, and water, and finally becomes enlightened and becomes a fairy.
, titled "Qingxiaozi".
Qingxiaozi succeeded in attaining Taoism. He followed the example of all the sages and sages in the heavens, opened up a Taoist altar with his own efforts, and taught the scriptures to all living beings within a radius of thousands of miles of Mount Taihua.
After thousands of years of hard work, Qingxiaozi's name has spread around Mount Taihua and is respected as a guru by many living beings.
On this day, the sunset glow is steaming and the sea of clouds is magnificent.
Qingxiaozi was dressed in a green robe and sat on top of the Taoist altar. He glanced at the living beings who were sitting respectfully cross-legged around the Taoist altar and immediately began to teach Taoism.
"The so-called Tao can be obtained by all living beings. However, if the Tao is deficient, people without the roots of the Tao, without wisdom, and without spirituality will not be able to comprehend the wonderful truth of the Tao."
Qingxiaozi's voice was loud and resounded throughout the Taoist temple, "It's just like this summer insect. It is born in the scorching heat and dies in the scorching heat. It does not know what ice and snow are in this life. It is said that summer insects cannot talk about ice. The same is true for this practice of enlightenment. It has no roots.
, wise and spiritual people are just like these summer insects."
Hearing this, many creatures were thoughtful. Only a little ant shook its tentacles and expressed confusion about this.
What kind of person Qing Xiaozi is, let alone an insignificant ant, he can clearly see them all at a glance.
He smiled, stretched out his hand, pinched the little ant between his fingers, and said to all the living beings: "You see, this ant is the most humble and insignificant person in the world. Now he comes to listen to me preach and teach. Although he has this intention
It is worthy of praise, but it is a pity that it has no roots of Taoism, no wisdom, and even its spirituality is extremely dull and mediocre. It is just like the insect in summer, destined to have no fate with Taoism in this life."
As he spoke, he flicked his fingertips, and the little ant immediately flew out and was thrown far away among the clouds, and was swept away by a strong wind.
At this moment, the little ant felt unspeakable anger, confusion and disappointment.
It originally thought that Qing Xiaozi on Taihua Mountain was a master of enlightenment, so he spared no effort and traveled many days and nights before finally reaching the top of Taihua Mountain.
Who would have thought that it did not find a mentor, but was mercilessly humiliated by Qingxiaozi in front of all living beings, and without even giving it a chance to refute, he flew it out of the dojo with a flick of a finger and expelled it
This is too Huashan!
Maybe Qing Xiaozi didn't think there was anything wrong with hurting an ant, or maybe he never took an ant to heart from the beginning to the end.
But his behavior and words are undoubtedly a ruthless trampling and blow to the little ant!
The mountain wind howls and whines.
A burst of laughter could be vaguely heard coming from the Taoist altar in the distance.
Are they... all laughing at themselves for not overestimating their abilities?
The little ant was shivering all over, feeling extremely lonely and angry from the inside out.
It gritted its teeth and said to itself: "One day, I must tell those guys who have ignored and humiliated me who are the poor Summer Worms!"
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After leaving Taihua Mountain, the little ant moved forward again.
From the moment it left the ant nest, it suffered a lot of doubts and ridicules along the way. Although Qing Xiaozi's words and actions were hateful, they would not make the little ant discouraged. It would become more brilliant than a shooting star.
How could a being be defeated by this little injury?
…
"How dare you, a little ant, try to seek the path of spiritual practice? If I hadn't missed the difficulty of your journey, I would have wiped you out in the blink of an eye and left as quickly as possible. Don't blaspheme my Taoism!"
"You go ahead. Although all living beings are spiritual, your qualifications are too mediocre and dull, and you are not suitable for practicing Taoism."
"Hahaha, it's really ridiculous for a little ant to imitate others and ask questions."
"Hmph! If I accept you as my disciple, it will only make the world laugh at me. You should leave quickly. This path has no destiny for you."
What Little Ant never expected was that in the years after leaving Taihua Mountain, he would seek apprenticeship again and again, but each time he would be ruthlessly rejected, and suffer countless looks and sneers, not to mention disappointment and pain.
How many times.
One blow may not be enough to make the little ant despair, but when it happens too many times, even the little ant himself begins to doubt himself.
Could it be that... I really can't practice on my own?
What exactly is this for?
These doubts are like sharp blades, mercilessly stinging and torturing the little ant, making it almost burn with all its desires.
The world is so vast, is there no way to find the way?
The confused, helpless, disappointed and painful little ant seems to have lost its soul, walking around the vast world in a daze.
There is no comfort, no encouragement, and no one will pay attention to the pain and loss in the heart of an ant.
This is the situation of a humble person, just an ant. Who would pay attention to its happiness, anger, and happiness?
Until later, the little ant even began to give up on itself. It could not find its goal and could not see the moment when it became a brilliant shooting star. It suddenly wanted to die like this, at least it would no longer have to bear the pain and unwillingness in its heart.
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At that time, the little ant, who was on the verge of collapse, met a person.
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That day, there was heavy rain and thunderclouds.
The little ant was soaked by the cold rainstorm and drifted uncontrollably on the ground. The exhaustion and pain all over his body seemed to explode at that moment, and the little ant smelled the smell of death for the first time.
It even clearly knew that it was destined to die this time, but it was no longer willing to struggle. There was deathly silence in its heart, waiting quietly.
At that moment, a cold and endlessly scornful voice sounded in the thunderstorm: "What bullshit gods and sages, even if you transcend the five elements and have supreme means to reach the sky, as long as you ignore the nature of all living beings and trample on
If the fairness of the order confuses right and wrong, and does not differentiate between good and evil, you will have to endure the judgment of reincarnation!"
That voice was so decisive and sonorous, like the dragon's roar from the nine heavens, stirring the heaven and earth.
The little ant's originally dead heart felt an inexplicable tremor. It couldn't help opening its eyes and saw a shocking scene that would be unforgettable in its entire life.
An incomparably majestic figure stands in the void, as if supporting the backbone of the sky, with an indescribable stern attitude, as if as long as he is willing, neither heaven nor earth can stop his footsteps, and the avenues can only bow their heads!
Opposite this majestic figure are all the gods in the sky!
The golden light is like rain, the sound of Taoism is roaring, and the gods all over the sky seem to have stepped out of legends one by one, unlike those in the world. Each one is so majestic and terrifying.
Comparing with them, the little ant suddenly discovered that the many master practitioners he had seen before were so miserable and gloomy.
Characters like Qing Xiaozi can't even stand in this situation!
In the days that followed, the little ant finally learned that the stalwart man who appeared that day turned out to be the third Netherworld Emperor who wielded the power of reincarnation.
The gods who appeared that day were the culprits who suppressed the third person, Netherworld Emperor!
When that shocking showdown broke out, the little ant could no longer see anything or hear any sound. The extremely terrifying power came, making it once doubt that it would die in this shocking showdown.
being affected.
But it wasn't until the end of this shocking showdown that lasted for seven days and seven nights that the little ant realized that he was not dead.
"I didn't expect that an ant would see me off before I died. Little guy, live well. If there is an opportunity for reincarnation in the future, I will have a drink with you and get drunk before I retire."
A free and easy voice sounded in his heart, and the little ant was stunned. He raised his head and looked around, but he only saw a bloody world like a ruin.
Although these words were not strong wine, they were stronger than strong wine. It made the little ant's blood burn, and he felt an indescribable feeling of excitement in his heart.
For the first time in his life, the little ant was invited to have a drink with a legendary figure! Even though this invitation may be difficult to fulfill in the future, the little ant remembered it and will never forget it for the rest of his life.
Live well!
Not only should you live well, but you should also live a life brighter than a shooting star!
The little ant stood still in the ruins of the world, looking at the blood staining the void, feeling more determined than ever before.
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However, passion can never solve reality.
The little ant, who returned to reality, once again embarked on a vague and uncertain road ahead, walking alone amidst the ups and downs.
Cold eyes, ridicule, blows, humiliation, trampling... For a small and humble little ant, the road of pursuit is always full of bumps and twists and turns.
But it will no longer be beaten down, its heart has become more determined and strong than ever before.
The stars change, day and night alternate.
I don't know how long it took, but the little ant suddenly found that his body had become older. Every step he took was no longer as light and firm as before, but became staggering and heavy.
old?
There is an indescribable complexity in the heart of the little ant. It has not been defeated by itself, but seems to be defeated by time...
It didn't feel too sad, kept silent, and continued to move forward.
Even if you get old, even if your life force gradually fades away, you will die on the road of seeking!
As for whether it can become brighter than a shooting star, the little ant has already seen it very calmly. The road is right there. He has been searching for it and never retreated. This is enough.
In the evening of this day, the extremely old little ant finally couldn't hold on anymore, stopped and lay down in front of a small green tree to rest.
It looked at the road in the distance, with no confusion or loss, no regrets or helplessness, only peace.
When it was young, it knew nothing and was like a piece of blank paper. It left the ant nest fearlessly, unwilling to live a mediocre life or to die suddenly and quietly.
Then, it has been on the road, overcoming thorns and thorns, going through wind and rain, getting used to the changing winds and clouds, seeing the uncertainty of the world, and experiencing countless cold looks and ridicules.
It advances silently amidst blow after blow. Although it is lonely, it is not hesitant.
It knows what it wants, and it is pleased with everything it sees along the way, which is something that other ants cannot understand at all.
For example, practice.
Even though the little ant has never practiced spiritual practice, it knows that it exists and has been searching for it tirelessly!
"I have heard the Tao in the morning and died in the evening. Now I have seen the changes in the world and the impermanence of heaven and earth. Although I have saved a little while on the road of spiritual practice, I have no regrets."
The little ant murmured softly, and even his voice became older, with a flavor that can only be accumulated through hardships.
After reading all the worldly affairs, my heart is still intact, and I will live up to the great road and live up to myself!
"Little Ant, are you also seeking the avenue like me?"
Suddenly, a small green tree on one side made a sound, exuding a sense of joy, as if he had found a like-minded person.
"Um."
The little ant looked at the green tree beside him and listened to the yearning and desire for spiritual practice revealed in its voice. In a daze, the little ant seemed to have seen himself back then and couldn't help but say, "Yes, it's just that I will be old soon."
Go, it’s hard to move forward anymore, Xiaoshu, you have to work hard, time is ruthless, don’t be like me, defeated by time.”
The green tree asked curiously: "Little Ant, you seem to have experienced a lot of things. Can you tell me about it?"
The little ant smiled and said: "Of course."
Therefore, the little ant, with a feeling of recall, recounted all his experiences since leaving the ant nest.
There was no embarrassment, but the green tree felt its mind swaying and couldn't help itself for a long time. How could it have imagined that an ant's path to seek the truth would be so bumpy and rugged?
It wasn't until the setting sun shone and the earth was dyed a fiery orange-red that the little ant finished telling his story.
The green tree was silent for a long time, and then said: "Little ant, even countless hardships can't defeat you, I believe you can defeat time."
After a pause, it continued: "What's more, although you suffered a lot along the way, you also saw a lot of scenery, which is the sky and the earth that other ants can't see."
The little ant smiled proudly and said: "This is natural. I have never regretted running away from home, and I have never hated the pain and suffering I experienced along the way."
The green tree suddenly asked: "Little ant, do you have a name?"
The little ant was stunned for a long time before shaking his head: "No."
The small green tree stretched out a green branch, gently stroked the little ant, and said: "Walkers have no boundaries. You move forward without taking a step back. Why don't you call me a traveler?"
Traveler?
The little ant seemed to be touched, and after a long while he nodded and said: "Okay, I like this name. By the way, do you have a name?"
The green tree said: "Call me Cangwu."
Cangwu?
The little ant smiled and said: "What a name!"
The green trees also smiled.
The little ant didn't notice at all. Under the caress of the green branches and leaves of the Cangwu tree, wisps of clear and translucent light quietly poured into its body, making its old and almost exhausted body
The body is glowing with vitality.
"Walker, since you can't find a way, why don't you take the initiative to open a way?"
the green tree asked.
"Creating a great road? This is not easy. I don't even know how to practice."
The little ant shook his head and said.
The green tree said: "I don't understand either, but I know where my path is. Maybe you can also learn from me."
The little ant said with emotion: "Have you seen your own path?"
The green tree said: "Yes, my path is hidden in my body. You see, my stems, branches and leaves are all imprinted with traces of the great path of the heavens. When I understand and control them all, I can truly
His immortality lasts forever."
The little ant was shocked. He looked carefully at the branches and leaves of the green tree and found many mysterious textures.
Those textures may seem ordinary, but upon closer inspection, they are filled with an indescribable charm and mystery.
In a daze, the little ant seemed to see traces of "Tao", sensed the Zen charm of Tao, and was obsessed with it.
It forgets the sky, the earth, itself, and even the passage of time. It does not know hunger, cold, or hardship.
Cold comes and summer comes, spring passes and autumn comes.
Hundreds of years have passed in a hurry, and the little ant is like a sculpture, motionless, and its whole body is covered with a thick layer of dust.
The little ant didn't realize that hundreds of years had passed and he hadn't died yet.
It also didn't realize that the small green trees around it had grown up, becoming tall and green, with branches and leaves as clear as dark green emeralds, and filled with mysterious Taoist charm.
boom!
On this day, a violent vibration suddenly sounded, completely waking up the little ant.
ps: Ant Supreme [Part 2] will be updated tomorrow. In addition, while Goldfish is writing the extra chapter, he is also preparing a new book. The new book has been revised many, many times, just to make it more exciting. As for the release time, it may be after the Lunar New Year.
ps2: Sorry everyone, I forgot to select the free option when publishing this chapter. Now I can’t change it back. I promise that there will be no mistakes in the future, and the extra chapter will be updated with more free content to compensate everyone.