Chapter 18 Desire for Heavenly Cauldron to Enter the World and Practice
Buzz~
The sea of mind is faint, and the array formed by the interweaving of various streams of light is as vast and mysterious as the sea of stars.
It was Yang Yu who took the ancient sword of Zhu Xian as the core and filled in the various formations and divine patterns he had learned to form the prototype of the spirit.
Tao is born in the sky, and all kinds of things are born. Whether all dharmas are in conflict with each other, or are inseparable from each other, or they may seem to be incompatible with each other, they all have something in common.
Yang Yu has practiced for thousands of years, developed from martial arts to supernatural powers, and finally merged martial arts with martial arts. He has also been in seclusion for more than a thousand years with the Illustrated Records of Ten Thousand Immortals. His foundation, Taoism, and practice have all reached an extremely high level.
For a person with great supernatural powers, ten thousand years is the limit, but his Taoism at this time is almost ten thousand years!
Therefore, even if you have never practiced spirituality before, you will still be able to get started quickly and learn well.
If he hadn't wanted to create a spiritual aspect on his own, he would have been able to complete the first calamity on the day he got it.
But this is not an easy path to practice. In fact, most people may not be able to achieve the first calamity even if they practice throughout their lives.
Spiritual images are all-encompassing and extremely complex, and naturally there are also opinions about whether they are consistent or not. If they are consistent with the mind, then there will be divine help, but if they are not, it will be twice the result with half the effort.
"The Catalog of Ten Thousand Immortals contains the essence of various formations, but the most superior formations are all incomplete, such as the Mandala Void Hidden Formation in the Fetal Realm, which only has fragments..."
Yang Yu's heart stirred, and all kinds of lights and shadows surged and intertwined in the sea of mind, evolving into numerous scenes.
But it is exactly the scenery of the divine capital painted by the painting sage ‘Qingpingshanren’.
The people from Qingping Mountain are the 'Lords of Qingyang Mountain'. They have cultivated the spirit form of the Four Tribulations thousands of years ago. Looking at the past and present, they are also people who can leave a name.
The pictures drawn by his own hands have all kinds of magic, but the magic lies not in the outside, but in the inside.
Buzz!
As Yang Yu thought about it, this ancient scroll shone brightly in his mind, and all the scenes in it were lifelike. Under Yang Yu's strong will, he could even copy the scene at that time.
Everything from the sea of clouds and the sky to the dust and dead leaves is flowing.
It seemed that the gods from thousands of years ago were reappearing in his mind.
"call!"
Yang Yu concentrated his attention on it, and then peeled off the various scenes in this square picture scroll bit by bit.
Find truth among lies.
From the catalog, we can glimpse the appearance of the divine capital thousands of years ago, and also look for traces of the ‘Heavenly Cauldron Formation’ in it.
Palaces and houses, rivers in rockery cities, various trees and landscapes, wind and clouds, and even residences...
Buzz!
As all the scenes were peeled off one by one, a sound came out of it and flowed into Yang Yu's heart.
"Um?"
Yang Prison was not too surprised.
Martial arts is based on the blood body, and spirit form is based on the mind. Anyone who has cultivated the spirit form of the Three Tribulations has transcended the world in mind and will. It is normal for him to have a backup plan in the scroll.
Buzz!
In Yang Yu's induction, among the ancient scrolls that he had stripped away all kinds of scenes, there was actually a small pavilion in the lake.
There was snow falling in the lake, and there was a stove and sake in the pavilion. A middle-aged Taoist man was sitting there, admiring the snow, drinking wine, and fishing.
As if aware of Yang Yu's gaze, the Taoist in the pavilion slowly raised his head and invited with a smile:
"If you can see through the true meaning of Pindao's paintings, you can see that fellow Taoist friends are also people who love painting. Why don't you come and have a few glasses of water and wine?"
"People from Qingping Mountain?"
Yang Yu felt it for a moment, but he was not very afraid. With a change of heart, his will was absorbed into the ancient painting.
Whoosh!
The cold wind howled and the snow fell heavily.
Yang Yu walked slowly along the wooden bridge. He looked at the world in the painting without any concealment, and he couldn't help but marvel in his heart.
From the outside, this painting looks very real, but when you actually step inside, you can notice that this world is very fake.
The water in the lake, the fire in the pavilion, the wind and snow in the sky, and even the big sun that looks like a child's doodles...
Everything is very disharmonious and very false.
But when these various loopholes are put together, there is an indescribable harmony...
"Fellow Taoist, I've been reading this for a long time, but I don't know what you can teach me."
In the pavilion, the Taoist slowly raised his head.
This is a Taoist who is very inconsistent with his status as a "Painting Sage".
He has broad shoulders and a thick back, big ears and round eyes, his hands hang down on his knees, and his beard is as long as grass. Even though he wears a large Taoist robe, it cannot cover his majestic body.
Judging from his appearance, he looks more like a fierce general who broke out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, rather than a painter obsessed with painting.
Yang Yu walked to the pavilion, thought about it after hearing the words, and then said:
"unusual."
He was obsessed with spiritual practice and had no great interest in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he knew everything about it and could see the Taoist rhyme in his paintings at a glance.
"That's it?"
The man was a little disappointed.
"Superfluous!"
Yang Yu added.
"oh?"
The man's eyes brightened slightly:
"Fellow Taoist is really proficient in this way and can defeat the masters of poor Taoists!"
"It's just a coincidence."
After being invited to sit down by the Taoist, Yang Yu just asked:
"I dare to ask my friend, do you know what year it is today?"
"Ha~"
The Taoist laughed dumbly when he heard this, and then looked at Yang Yu meaningfully:
"Dazhou calendar, 184562, spring!"
"Remembering the year in the painting?"
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed.
Under the secluded tunnel, the people in front of you are lifelike, possessing both form and spirit, complete destinies, and full of vitality.
But the moment he activated the golden eye of fire, he saw criss-crossing ink marks under his body surface.
Are the people in the paintings like real people?
"All things have spirits, and paintings also have spirits. Who said that there is no time in paintings and that they cannot record years and months?"
The Taoist smiled slightly, and without waiting for Yang Yu to ask, he told his origin:
"Ten thousand years ago, I was traveling around the world, and when I passed through the capital of the gods, I was discovered hiding in hiding. I had to hurriedly draw more than ten volumes before I could escape..."
"One of the volumes was collected by Grand Master Qian Cang, which is the volume you are reading!"
"And I am myself who was painted by Qingpingshan people thousands of years ago..."
The self in the painting was born with spiritual wisdom. This kind of thing made Yang Yu a little surprised, but after a moment's thought, he guessed something:
"Spiritual appearance?"
"Huh?"
The Taoist couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but he didn't hide it and nodded:
"Yes, I am indeed the spirit of a man from Qingping Mountain. He encountered disaster in the past and left me in the Grand Master's Mansion just to gain a chance of survival with the help of Qian Cang's hand..."
"Yeah?"
Yang Yu was noncommittal.
This man seemed to be honest and told everything he knew, but in fact, it was difficult for him to distinguish the truth from the lies in his words.
However, this had nothing to do with him. After drinking a few glasses of water and wine, he got up and left.
"Fellow Taoist, are you leaving now?"
Seeing that Yang Yu seemed to be leaving, the Taoist's eyelids twitched. He knew that he might have done it deliberately, but he still couldn't calm down:
“Since the disappearance of the Tianding and the ‘Tianding True Spirit Map’, I don’t know how many people have thought about the ‘Tianding Formation’.
But I dare to say that in more than 70,000 years, I am the only one who has penetrated the Tianding formation and glimpsed the true spiritual map of the Tianding!"
"Take me out of this painting, and I will pass you the Heavenly Cauldron True Spirit Map!"
Yang Yu paused for a moment and left the "Scenery of the City of Gods". Looking again, the scene in the scroll was fixed on the Taoist's last shout.
"Only when the formation patterns are thoroughly penetrated can you see the Heavenly Cauldron!"