Great Dao Ji

Now, it is not the same as when Mulong City was.

At this time, the world is undergoing a huge transformation. Spiritual rice, medicine, fasting pills, and chips are all booming. Wangquan Dreamland has ten times more time for cultivation than his own lifespan.

If a person has no way, he may give up everything to seek the way, but if there is a way in front of him, why give up everything?

Geng Chenglong's heart was throbbing, and he wanted to follow, but he finally gave up with his pipe in his mouth.

He didn't have the courage.

At this time, all the leaders of the Beggars' Association were there. If he chased out, he would almost be cut off from the Beggars' Association.

The afterglow of the sunset fell on the Ares Square, and there was a breeze blowing.

Potter's arrival attracted the attention of many people. He had a slender physique and outstanding temperament. Even if he didn't show it deliberately, he was still very eye-catching.

But he didn't care about other people's eyes. When he stepped into the square, his eyes had already fallen on An Qisheng who was taking pictures of the old couple.

At this moment, his mind was blank, like the starry sky, because it was so vast that it was difficult to see its shape, but it was just a trance, and everything disappeared again, as if there was only an ordinary young man in front of him.

This was not intentional concealment, but his breath, or his mood, was fluctuating, just like the sky and the earth, sometimes the wind rose, sometimes the rain fell.

Porter's spiritual cultivation was extremely high, and his feelings were even more profound. This was no longer the unity of heaven and man in the ordinary sense.

Because his breath, or the ups and downs of his mood did not follow the veins of the sky, on the contrary, his ups and downs of his mood would affect the world.

"Such a realm"

Porter had thoughts in his mind, but did not move forward.

He just lowered his arms, lowered his eyebrows, and waited quietly like a primary school student waiting to be scolded.

"Okay?"

An Jianzhong put down the pose he had been posing for a long time, and he was quite bored. God knows how much these women like to take pictures.

How many have been taken in these years?

"Qiqi's photos are getting better and better." Mother An fiddled with the camera and glanced at An Jianzhong happily: "Unlike some people, who have rough hands and feet."

"It's getting late, we should go back."

An Jianzhong is nearly two meters tall and unusually burly, but he can't stand his wife's cold eyes, so he glanced at Potter who was extremely eye-catching in the distance:

"Someone is looking for Qiqi."

"Huh?"

Mother An then noticed Potter waiting with his hands down at the square, and glanced at her son with some reluctance.

Faintly, she could sense that the peaceful days of the past few years would be gone forever.

"It's okay, you go back to the hotel first, I'll go back soon."

An Qisheng patted his mother's hand and comforted her, then looked at Potter who had been waiting for a long time, with a calm expression:

"Are you looking for me?"

An Qisheng was calm and casual, and his aloof aura was stripped, or returned to its original nature, without any aggressive edge, nor the aloofness that once made people afraid.

After seven years of wandering in the world, he may not have gained much, but he has become more mature. He has digested all the emotions he has seen and heard for thousands of years in his dreams.

Potter bowed slightly and performed the ancient etiquette: "I woke up from my dream this morning and saw the vast purple air covering the sky like the sea. I knew that your realm has reached the peak. I waited for half a day and finally couldn't hold back the throbbing in my heart. I hope the saint will not blame me for my impoliteness."

This bow made Potter sincerely convinced.

In his life, he was adopted by a couple of Xuanren when he was young. He learned Xuanwen when he was young and Daozang and Buddhist scriptures when he was young. He was sixteen when he practiced martial arts, but he had seen the indestructible gods in just nine years.

Later, he traveled around the world to seek the way forward. After decades of hard searching, he finally felt that he had seen the Tao in his heart.

This is not something that dreams can give.

"Saint"

An Qisheng shook his head slightly: "You compare yourself to Wenshi, but I am not Lao Dan. It's better to call me Mr. An."

"Yes, Mr. An."

Potter was quick to follow the advice and treated him with the courtesy of a disciple.

"I know roughly why you came, but how can you be sure that I will teach you?"

An Qisheng looked at Potter with a smile.

The first time they met was when Tong Zhengyang broke into the border of Daxuan. At that time, this white man who was determined to seek the Tao and even risked his life left a deep impression on him.

In a sense, the three leaders of the Begging Tao Association are all true seekers of the Tao.

Compared with Mu Longcheng and Yan Changsha, Potter is more pure, as if there is nothing else besides the Tao, and there is no negative emotion in his spiritual world.

Not to mention seeking the Tao from a person who is "younger" than himself, even pigs, dogs, and livestock will not have any other emotions.

"Seeking the Tao depends on the heart, whether it is obtained or not, it is not something I can control."

Porter's Daxuan words are perfect, and his words are clear and round. He is even adjusting to fit An Qisheng more, as if it is just as he said.

Jingxing's behavior.

The Tao is not only in words, but also in every move.

"It is only now that I understand that the support of the state of mind is not only strength, but sometimes it has nothing to do with strength."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, sighing slightly: "Your state of mind at this moment is very similar to my state of mind back then, but it is much purer than mine."

After dominating the world for a lifetime and passing down the Dharma for three thousand years, An Qisheng has gained a lot, and his state of mind has changed for the first time, getting rid of the state of mind of being at a loss and unwillingness in the past when he was terminally ill.

Later, when he fought against the sky in the human world, his state of mind changed again, his heart was like a mirror, even if there was dust, he could wipe it off easily, and all thoughts were not lingering in his heart.

Before he returned to the spring and autumn in his dream, he had already realized where his problem was.

Since he had awakened to the Dao diagram, the number of people who had entered his dream had reached tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions. The joys, sorrows, worries and fears of tens of millions of people had a great impact on him.

Even without Lao Dan's criticism, he still sensed his problem.

Therefore, he wanted to solve this problem in the Wanyang Realm, and after eighteen hundred years of meditation practice, his state of mind changed again.

All kinds of distracting thoughts can no longer arise in my heart, as if it is already dust-free and does not need to be wiped away.

What is equally difficult to arise is his natural desires, emotions and desires, and his short-term nature.

He also understood the true meaning of killing all the demons of desire to become a divine fetus.

However, he didn't want to do it.

Until he returned to Xuanxing, he had a confusion in his heart that he had never experienced before crossing all realms. What was before him was the choice between gods and humans.

After seven years of walking in the mortal world, he no longer restrained his distracting thoughts and wandered around the world like a mortal. Only then did he truly follow his own will.

"When I met Mr. An a few years ago, I felt that you were as ethereal as a fairy, as high as the sky, aloof and impersonal. Looking at you now, you are still the same, but there is something difficult to fathom. It seems that the human heart is the heart of the heaven."

Potter responded softly, with a humble look on his face, as if he had fully taken in the situation, and his thoughts followed his actions.

"The sky is high and the sky is low. The good is good, but the bad may not really have any merit. Joy, anger, sorrow and joy are external manifestations of the heart, just as wind, rain, thunder and lightning are external manifestations of the sky. The human heart is the human heart, and the heavenly heart is the heavenly heart. Why can't we seek common ground while reserving differences? "

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the sky turned red and the clouds turned red. The dust in An Qisheng's heart faded away. The seven-year journey seemed like a dream, settling in his heart:

"If you go astray, you will be a devil, but if you find the right way, you will be a demon. Now I know what Lao Dan means. Let nature take its course. It is better to just let nature take its course."

Wang Quan is me, Tai Chi is me, Yuanyang is me too.

When the mind emerges from the dust, clear light will arise.

"Um?"

Porter's heart moved, and he looked intently, and saw a pillar of clear light shooting out from An Qisheng's body. It was like a pillar at first, then like wolf smoke, and finally, it condensed like a canopy.

Among them, the five colors are intertwined, and there seem to be three clear flowers spinning. Faintly, it seems that there are human figures flickering among the petals like a lotus platform.

But in the next moment, everything became a blur and fell into An Qisheng's body again.

This scene happened so fast that except for Porter who was aware of it, even the tourists taking pictures seemed to be unaware of it, as if it had never happened.

"Are you Sanhua?" Potter was a little surprised. In the clear light, he seemed to feel a rather familiar aura.

That seems to be the royal way

Could it be that, as was once rumored, Mr. An is a certain generation of King Quan Taoist in the Jiufu Realm, or even the peerless grandmaster who pioneered the King Quan Dao?

You must know that although there is a saying in the Jiufu Realm that the five qi go towards the Yuan and the three flowers gather at the top, even the seven kings of the past dynasties and the Taoist kings have difficulty in condensing the three flowers.

Even in the more than three thousand years of history of the Jiufu Realm, the only people who truly condensed Sanhua were the first generation of Taoist Wang Quan and the Taibai Patriarch.

"If you abstain from lust, don't act recklessly and have no name, you can condense the flower of essence, and have no fear, no anger, no resentment, you can bloom the flower of energy, and if you don't cling to it, you can get the flower of magic. Those who are always clear and awake can get the flower of magic. Three flowers gathered at the top , not just spirit and spirit.”

An Qisheng was in a good mood and talked a lot more.

But before he finished speaking, he seemed to feel something in his heart and kept silent.

After seven years of walking in the world of mortals, he was truly indifferent to external objects. Even the cave of reincarnation was left to the control of the Three-Hearted Blue Soul Boy, and he did not touch everything.

At this time, his mind was clear and his thoughts followed his heart, and he immediately sensed the changes taking place in the world.

Porter was chewing on An Qisheng's story about Sanhua. At this time, he was also alarmed. He concentrated on sensing but found nothing. He couldn't help but ask: "What are you looking at?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly and he saw the wreckage of the spaceship that crashed into the ocean: "It's like a sieve with no protection. No wonder there are evil guests coming to the door."

again?

Potter was startled for a moment, and then he realized that the only person An Qisheng could call an 'evil guest' was the 'serpent of destruction' seven years ago.

"Could it be that the 'Snake of Destruction' is back?"

Potter's expression changed. He could not forget the battle seven years ago to this day. He was even ineligible to participate in the battle.

"It's a lot more troublesome than that stupid snake."

An Qisheng skillfully took out his cell phone and sent a message to An's father and An's mother, and then his eyes dimly looked at the distant sky.

It was like seeing an endless distance.

"It's rude to come and not reciprocate."

Potter seemed to hear him talking to himself, but before he heard it clearly, his heart skipped a beat.

There was no sound of breaking the sky, no explosion of sound, and not even the slightest ripple in the void. It disappeared without a trace as if it were teleporting!

"This is?"

Potter was shocked. This was not An Qisheng moving at all, but his step that actually followed the trajectory of the planet!

In other words, Mr. An can travel 80,000 miles a day while sitting on the ground without lifting his feet at all!

this power

Shocked in his heart, he took a step forward, only to feel that invisible barriers around him seemed to be penetrated by him. In the next moment, the world passed rapidly in front of him.

Champ de Mars, Bach, France

In just an instant, it seemed like we had crossed two continents!

He raised his head slightly, and in front of him was an ordinary Taoist temple. In the Taoist temple, on a simple and mottled Taoist platform, An Qisheng was sitting cross-legged.

Behind him, the clear light reappeared, but this time, the clear light did not burst out from his body.

Instead, it overflowed from the temple behind him that housed the statues of gods.

Buzz~

Faintly, Potter heard the sound of gurgling water, but the clear light became more and more intense, unfolding like a celebratory cloud on the top of the mountain, with five colors intertwined and runes flowing.

It seems like a world is slowly unfolding.

Good night, everyone.