Daoist Master of Qing Xuan Chapter 28: The long sky is so thinner than me

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Yan Bugui smiled and said: "The head teacher came at exactly the right time, and everyone is in the same mood at this time. Let's have a good drink."

Everyone understands the alchemy, it is impossible to be exactly the same, but after it is perfected and unimpeded, joy naturally arises in his heart.

Mostly, the Buddha twisted the flowers, Kassapa smiled, leisurely knowing it, but it's hard to say, but it makes people know.

The restaurant was opened by Yan not returning. He said that it would be closed. Besides, he was a bit overbearing at first. This time I asked Shen Lian to drink, and it was naturally a good wine.

The next day, outside Qingxuan Mountain, the wind was surging and lasted for a full eight days before it stopped. Because it happened outside, it has alarmed many overseas monks.

In the fifty years of Qingxuan, there were three monks who returned their alchemy in a row. It can be said that there are many outstanding people, which is a sign of the rise of the sect. After you know that you have returned the pill, you can be called a master, a person of Taoism.

Furthermore, there are many Taoist monks, and the monks who repay their alchemy on their own can achieve hope, which is much greater than that of casual cultivators.

Because alchemy pays more attention to comprehension, but it also requires a solid foundation to cut through the falsehood and become the soul. Otherwise, even if there are talented people who will break through the falsehood, in the end it is very likely that they will become the soul of the soul, and the foundation will be insufficient and the success will fail.

Such things are not uncommon.

In fact, it is not easy for Daomen to achieve longevity at first, but the experience of the predecessors, as well as resources, and tactics have been accumulated from generation to generation and become a huge advantage.

Therefore, the essence of Qingxuan's theme is "If you want to cultivate one's behavior, first cultivate one's mind", because there is no shortage of resources in Taoism, but it is difficult to cultivate Taoism.

For example, a casual cultivator, who has cultivated to return a pill, does not know how much he will suffer. After hardships, the heart is strong, and he feels like a King Kong. Anyway, it is easy to have problems with the foundation.

Just like the common people's uprising, there are no shortage of heroes who lead them. In the end, there are few successful people because the foundation is not good.

In the Qingxuan Hall, Taoists are like clouds, as in the past, elders and disciples, each in a row.

Shen Lianzheng is holding a golden pill code for Yan Fugui. "Golden" is derived from the indestructible nature of gold, and "dan" is perfect.

Shen Lian got the sword intent of Chen Jianmei. Therefore, when he inherited the head of the Taoism, he did not receive the teaching of the Yuan Qing patriarch. This is also reasonable.

In the main hall, Yan Bugui came in freely, put on a Taoist costume, and he did not practice the Tao at first, but now he has no choice but to cultivate. There is still a lot of fun in the world, and it takes a long life to enjoy it.

When he came to Shen Lian, Yan Bugui knelt down instead of Shen Lian. Rather, they kneel down to the ancestors of Qingxuan. Without these predecessors, how can their descendants have today.

Drink water and think about its source. The enlightenment code is also to set an example for other disciples, and the road ahead is not dark.

Every cultivator can light a lamp, so that the predecessors will illuminate themselves, and the later generations will be illuminated by themselves.

The fairy touches me, knots hair and gives longevity.

There is no sadness or joy in Shen Lian's heart. He points to Xiangyan and does not return to the center of his eyebrows. The profound and profound meaning of Dharma appears from the depths of the void. Unlike the first time, Shen Lian seems to fluctuate along this stock. Seeing the depths of Tianhe, a Taoist stood with his hand in his hand. It itself is a sword aura that traverses Xinghan Daqian, and everything in the world must be subdued and trembling for the grace of this sword.

The Taoist's gaze is solid, as if looking through the void towards Shen Lian, as if a light sigh, all turned into a sentence:

The road is like a blue sky, I can't figure it out.

Longly sigh, stretch forever, seem lonely, seem sad.

Shen Lian didn't know if the others, or even Yan Bugui, heard this sentence, but he was shocked by this sentence in his heart. Could it be that the ‘Great Way’ he asked for was also a restraint.

He felt that this sentence opened up a new world, but it was incomprehensible, and violated the past practice experience, because practice is to seek the Tao, blend in with the Tao, and finally transcend the world.

The people in the temple didn't seem to have any special feelings like him, and Yan did not return to God's will and calm down.

Shen Lian retracted his outstretched finger, pressing down on the doubt in his heart.

At this moment, there was a trace of crimson outside, and an invisible rhythm appeared in the heaven and earth, shaking Dao Xin. The people in the main hall felt that Shen Lian rose up, and everyone went out together, only to see the colorful clouds in the west, divided into five colors, beautiful and touching to the extreme.

At the same time, in the world, the monks of all factions all felt and looked to the west.

The world of Yinshan Mountain is so dark. At this time, the sky is full of five-colored clouds, and there is a clear sound, which is endless. Many magic soldiers covered their heads when they heard this sound, and they were very painful.

Ye Liuyun sits high on the Scarlet Throne, with a **** light covering her body, isolating Qingming.

In the distance on the Yellow Spring, there was a person standing leisurely, Ben Zi and Ye Liuyun confronted him, but now he also retracted the mysterious light, protecting the whole body, and looking up to the sky.

The five-color light came out from the yin mountain and the yang face, and it seemed that there were thirty-three long rainbows traversing the void.

Venerable Baoyue, who is a young man, was on the tower of Jinguang Temple, touching the rainbow, and sighed: "How many years the King Daming has closed it, but instead of letting it know the mysteries of Zen, he finally escaped Daqian. And go."

A monk behind him, who looked exactly like Hai Gongzi, said coldly: "Bald donkey, you mean I can escape the great thousand by comprehending the Zen method?"

Bao Yue turned her head and smiled and said: "This is not true. I think you have a catastrophe, and you may not survive it."

Prince Hai has already shaved off his hair as a monk, but he didn't even notice the bald donkey and brought him in, hehe said: "Anyway, I am at your Jinguang Temple now, even if the catastrophe comes, I will also hurt you together." /

Bao Yue smiled and said: "My Buddha is merciful, how can I care about this? If you are in trouble, you will naturally get a good result. I am too happy to be too late."

The Hai Gongzi snorted and stopped speaking, just staring at Changhong in the west sky, unconsciously startled.

After all, he still envied this guy, able to escape the big thousand and get at ease.

He wondered why the thief and bald King of Ming Dynasty didn't lock him in Mingwang Temple. It was him who could not escape Daqian today. Unconsciously, he became angry again, the complex emotions in his heart, no one can say.

At this time, a middle-aged Confucian in the Xuantian School, who was giving lectures, saw the Changhong in the west, smiled, and when he saw the disciples who were listening to the class, they were all curious and watched and said, "I will talk about it today. This."

After finishing speaking, I walked out leisurely with my hand held in hand. The disciple who was originally attracted to Caixia from the West looked at his back unconsciously. It seems that the middle-aged Confucian has an unspeakable rhyme, better than this Daqian. Five colors of Xia.

As the saying goes, how high is the sky~IndoMTL.com~ I don't know, but I feel that way.

Outside the middle-aged Confucian chanted leisurely: "If you want to be supreme, you can't ask for it. You are so thin in the sky, how thinner than me."

The last sentence is a long aftertaste. Song Qingyi is also among the disciples underneath, thinking: Everyone wants to surpass the world, but Master thinks the world is really good for them.

This ‘I’ is naturally not only a middle-aged Confucian, but also all living beings.

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