After being dressed as the evil god

The mist is as thin as a veil that cannot cover the shadows. It seems that people can easily see the surrounding mountains, but when they look closely, they can’t see anything clearly. Only one path is clear, stretching forward and almost invisible to the top. of mountains.

It's a bit like the head of Daqing Mountain, and it's a bit like... the former Tianzhu Mountain.

A Lu was a little dazed, she didn't remember how she came here, and she didn't know the towering mountain in the distance.But she didn't feel any fear in her heart, as if coming here was a very natural thing - just like in a dream.

But why is the dream so empty?No one, nothing, just a tall mountain.

A Lu had no choice but to walk forward along the path, and as she walked, not too far away, she suddenly saw a familiar figure at the foot of the mountain.

"Miss Ding?" She tentatively greeted.

That person turned his head, and it really was Ding Qin.

Seeing that it was Ding Qin, Ah Lu became even more confused.

She didn't know Ding Qin very well, and she didn't even say a few words. She didn't dream of Ying Ren, and she didn't dream of Xue Chengbo. How could she dream of her?

"It's you. Have you also practiced the method of Shangshen?" Ding Qin asked in the dream.

Alu nodded.Ding Qin spread this way widely in the Sui region, she tried it for the purpose of understanding, and then she persisted.

She felt that this dream was a bit strange, it was not as disorganized as a real dream, but it was not as clear as when she was awake.She gradually remembered what she was doing before: After identifying her identity, Yingbusha began to raise her as an heir in an open and honest way—it was really tiring!She was dizzy from seeing the government affairs that should be fulfilled, so she lay down on the table to rest for a while, and just relaxed... she fell into a dream.

She thought she should be vigilant, but somehow she felt a kind of peace of mind and relaxation, just like when the warm sun shines on her body.This made her tell herself that she should be cautious, but she really couldn't get nervous, only her mind was struggling to call out: Be careful!You are a monk, you fell into such a strange dream for no reason, shouldn't you be careful!

"Don't worry." Ding Qin smiled softly at her, "This is the path of the gods. If you want to continue, you can climb up. If you don't want to, just go back and wake up."

"That's it..." Ah Lu relaxed inexplicably, "Then, would you like to walk around with me?"

"Everyone's path is different." Ding Qin shook her head, "When I go up the mountain, I may not be able to see you."

"Then... will I meet others?" Alu asked.

"No, only I will." Ding Qin smiled at her, walked into the mountain road, and was soon covered by the strange mist into a hazy shadow, and it didn't take long for the shadow to disappear.

A Lu was stunned for a moment, then he also raised his feet and walked up the mountain.

Her reason is still struggling: you believe what she says?This is an inexplicable dream!dream!

Alu: Ah... I think it's okay.Just climb and watch.

Ding Qin was walking up the mountain, her figure was as nimble as a swallow, but she didn't fly over, she stepped firmly on the ground with every step.

This mist made her feel familiar and at ease, just like the mist in Li's mansion, like the mist when the consciousness of God came down when she prayed.

She settled down the sadness in her heart.The five declines of heaven and man descended on Baihong, and even though she was heartbroken, she couldn't do anything.The five declines of heaven and man cannot rely on others, but if the catastrophe can be stopped, the five declines of heaven and man that came indiscriminately can come to an end.

stop robbery.But what can she do with the current her?Not enough, she is not enough now.She needs to be stronger, and she needs to be able to have a greater influence in this calamity... She wants to go to the top of the sunrise, and wants to climb to a height where she can do more things.

No matter whether she can do it or not, no matter... whether it is too late, she will always try.

Then, she came here in a dream.

Ding Qin climbed upwards, and occasionally she would see some figures, but these people were only in their own dreams, climbing their own paths, no one could see anyone, and no one could influence anyone.Only she can meet these people and talk to some monks who come across by chance.

The higher the Daqing Mountain went, the greater the coercion she received, and when she reached a certain height, she couldn't climb up even a single step.She felt as if she was locked, not to mention walking, she couldn't even lift her feet.

How should she go up?Ding Qin was a little at a loss.She wants to work hard. It's not that she can't bear the heavy pressure, nor can she bear the hardships, but seriously, she doesn't feel much pressure. It's not the kind of pressure that people imagine, as if there is a mountain on her back. On the ground, the pressure made people tremble and pant, but it was like a lock.When they are not moving, they will not produce much oppression, but once they go up, they will feel that they are tightly imprisoned.

How should she open the lock?

Ding Qin stopped on the spot in a daze, when she suddenly heard a voice behind her.

An elderly female cultivator was climbing up not far behind her. She climbed differently from Ding Qin. Every step was very difficult, as if a lot of things were pressing on her body, and her back was bent heavily. Get up tired.She always paused for a long time as if she was very tired, then took a small step forward, and then stopped for a long time.But she was indeed able to climb one step higher after the limit of each step.

Ding Qin couldn't help being a little surprised.

The old lady also saw her, and she was also very surprised: "Hey, so can we meet other people here?"

Ding Qin briefly explained, and asked, "Mother-in-law, why are you still going up?"

The old woman laughed: "Put down the things you are carrying on your back, lighten your body, and you can go up."

"What's on your back?" Ding Qin murmured in confusion.

"You have to notice that you are carrying something first." The old woman said, seeing her standing there in a daze, shook her head, and continued to climb up step by step, and was soon covered by the mist.

Ding Qin still stood there in a daze.After all, having seen so many monks and having gone through a journey of cultivation by herself, she probably guessed what the old woman meant.

The pressure in the mountains is not on the body, but on the heart.What he was carrying on his back was nothing more than an obstacle in his heart.Wanting this, worrying about that, my heart is heavy with many dispensable things, and I can't lift my feet or take a step.In the final analysis, the word "put down" is still included.

However, she felt that this was not a problem that trapped her.

She knows exactly what she wants, knows the greed, anger, and ignorance in her heart, and she also carefully checks and eliminates them one by one on the road of practice, which is also the path that most correct cultivation in the world must go through.

But she understood this truth, but she still couldn't move on the mountain.What is it that traps her?

She looked up at the top of the mountain, and the mountains and hills blocked her view, only the mountains and mist surrounded her, like a silent guide.

Ding Qin stretched out her hand, and with a movement of her five fingers, the pale mist gently slid away between her fingers, coiling freely and freely, leading her heart to quiet down.

She gazed into the fog and saw her karma in the fog.

From the land of the Sui Dynasty, back to the country of Lu, from the border, back to the mountains, and finally stopped in the mountains, dragging a broken ankle, desperate under the bloody maw of the evil wolf...

fear……

Fear of death, fear of Baihong's decline, fear of God's injury, fear of his own inability to do anything about all these, but even more fear of making mistakes that would lead to irreparable consequences.

So as if burdened with eggs, he dared not move.

After a moment of enlightenment, her mountain changed steeply, the mountain in front of her was rising, and the mountain behind her was falling. In just a moment, the road under her feet became steep and precipitous.

The mountains in front of her that couldn't be seen at a glance pressed towards her majesticly, with jagged rocks and dangerous peaks, and there was no familiarity that reassured her anymore.

She is dotted with cliffs that can't be seen to the bottom at the rear, covered by clouds and mist, so deep and difficult to see, it seems to hide boundless terror.

The sorrow that was suppressed in her heart was seduced and surged out again, and her thoughts uncontrollably began to slide towards the direction she feared most in her heart.

If Baihong dies...if something happens to God...

Thoughts run wild out of control, rendering the worst possible future as if it were a real memory.

Panic and confused, the chest cavity is like a drum skin that is about to be smashed by a heavy hammer, the roots of the ears are sore, the throat is tight, and fuzzy water vapor has accumulated in the eyes.

Fear turned into the heaviest shackles and plunged her into the bottomless abyss.

Ding Qin blinked away the tears in her eyes, stretched out her hand to grab the rock above, and took a difficult step upwards.

Don't think about it, don't think so hard about the possible future tragedy, and then let the fear drag her down.Looking up, she already knew the situation very well.Fear is like a stone. If it is too heavy, it will fall into the abyss. If it is too light, it will be thrown frivolously by the wind and waves.She wants to make it just right, stabilize her heart, see clearly what she wants, and then move forward step by step.

Because the most terrifying thing in this world is powerlessness.

What are you afraid of?

Changyang sits on the top of the mountain, looking down on the world.

All beings are mediocre, if they can understand the suffering of samsara for a while, and fear, then fear will give birth to renunciation, and from renunciation they will start to practice.

All sentient beings are impermanent, because the Tao exists in the world, so they can practice according to the Tao, use the Tao as a guide, and finally get out of reincarnation.

Hope can stop fear, and Tao is the hope of getting rid of the suffering of samsara.

However, if the Tao is lacking, the heart will lose its guidance. Although it understands the suffering of samsara, it does not see the way forward. Fear has no limit, and it expands endlessly from the impermanent heart.

Practice without guidance, can only run around, trying to find a way out in the world.

He saw all living beings lose their way, lost their ways, or be like Wu Hou, causing all the injustices and leaving only the true spirit;

Fear without consolation turns into madness, and finally becomes weirdness.

Changyang clasped his left hand, and the surviving true spirit sank into his palm.A long time ago, he clasped his left hand like this, protecting the still immature hell in his palm.

What is the source of fear?

Ding Qin is climbing and looking up.But even if she didn't look down, the bottomless abyss was still imprinted in her heart, turning into a blinding fog and a violent wind, confusing her mind and deviating from the way forward, no matter how much she tried to calm down, it couldn't be dispelled.

Because the cause of her fear was firmly in front of her.

And there was nothing she could do about it.

Ding Qin stopped on the steeper and steeper stone wall, and her heart, which was difficult to subdue, ran wildly.

In the frantic tearing wind, she seemed to hear a faint sound of a piano.

Long, shocking... just like the last time she heard the sound of the piano before leaving Li's mansion...

Shangshen has a qin, with the seven emotions as the strings.At first, she couldn't even see the strings. Later, when she could see the strings, she was able to take off Qiqingyin, and then...

Before leaving Li's mansion, she tried to play the piano.

"Take a look." The God at that time said to her.

The breeze in the corridor is light, dew is accumulated on the bluestone steps, and the clothes of the gods are spread on the wooden platform where the sunlight is scattered. When the arms are raised, the mice hiding under the sleeves are sleeping drowsily.

She leaned over and tried to dial curiously and carefully.

The qin has five strings, and the last two strings are twisted with spider silk, not counted.Feeling happy, angry, sad, afraid of love, she can only dial one.

That is fear.

Will God die?

She thought of the empty shadows she had seen in the middle of the sun.

She thought of Liu Chuanyu, and her disgusted and cold expression when she looked at Liu Yetao who was possessed by Wumei, but there was fear hidden in the deepest part of her eyes.She thought of Yun Miansha, the greedy and crazy eyes he had when he attacked Feng Liuniang, but in the end the eyes he cast on the little swan monster were worried...

Powerless, powerless.

The towering mountain above was crumbling, as if it could collapse at any moment.

Ding Qin gritted her teeth and took another step up.

Even if there is nothing she can do... She believes in God.The way out is above, not below.

The cloud and mist suddenly dispersed.

The mountain suddenly became gentle, the road behind was gentle and gentle, and the road above was steep but not dangerous.

The long piano sound lingers in the mist like a gossamer.

"God, why am I only able to pluck this one string?" She raised her head in the corridor and asked.

"Because fear is the nature of all living beings." The god's black hair hangs down at the corners of his eyes, and his black eyes are like a calm and deep pool.

At that time, she didn't quite understand. At that time, the deepest fear she experienced was the fear of being under the wolf's mouth.

At the juncture of life and death, everything that was once important seems to be unimportant.Death overwhelms everything.

Fear is in the nature of all beings.Because as long as all living beings have not escaped from reincarnation, they will all die one day, so all living beings are afraid of death, right?

But when she asked Shangshen like this, Shangshen shook his head.

Ding Qin slowly climbed up, not as easy as it was at the beginning, nor as difficult as before.

She always stops and goes, and also meets some different monks, some of them seem to be carrying weight, some of them are like wandering in a labyrinth... She talks with them, and draws different insights from different paths and different predicaments. Comprehend, and climb up again.

But she still didn't quite understand the question.

Fear kept falling on her.

……

At the foot of Diancang Mountain, Baihong stopped here quietly, looking up at the vast mountain, neither advancing nor retreating.

The day when Diancang Mountain will hold the Dharma conference is coming soon, and she also heard the one hundred and eight bells, so she can also come here to attend the Dharma conference.

There is one most fundamental way to deal with the five declines of heaven and man—to get rid of the cycle of birth and death.This is actually the only way.Other means of delaying or avoiding have side effects that cannot be ignored.

But it's also the hardest way.

God once gave her advice, but she couldn't realize it at that time, and she kept trying to understand it, but there was no result.

Many monks gathered at the Dharma Conference in Diancang Mountain, and many of them were advanced.Could there be an opportunity for her to realize enlightenment?

If she holds such expectations and intends to solve the five failures of heaven and man, but fails to succeed in the end, will disappointment make her heart weaker?

The way of the world is already in chaos, can she still seek her own way?

……

Many troublesome thoughts come and go, making her unable to enter, but the fear of decline and desire for liberation also prevent her from retreating.

She looked up at the majestic and rolling mountains.

What will Diancang Mountain bring to them when it gathers all cultivators from all over the world?

……

Ding Qin saw a figure appearing on the mountain road.This figure is very special, different from the other monks she has met before - her back is facing the mountain road, facing the direction down the mountain, sitting on a black rock, like a tourist who is tired from climbing and stops to rest .

But there is no need to rest on this mountain, this is not real mountain climbing, and the scenery on the mountain is not self-contained-it comes from the heart.When you are tired, you wake up, and if you want to continue practicing, you fall into a dream.

Ding Qin approached slowly, and every step she took was very difficult, but finally she slowly approached that person - this was the old woman she had met before.

"It's you." The old woman squinted her eyes hard, and after seeing Ding Qin clearly, she patted the rock beside her and asked Ding Qin to sit down together.

She looked older, with thinning pale hair, drooping wrinkles in her face, and a stooped back that made her look thin and small.

Ding Qin sat beside her silently, without speaking.

"I can't climb anymore..." the old woman murmured.

It's not that you can't climb, it's that you can't climb.

Her downfall is coming to an end.

Ding Qin closed her eyes, took a long breath slowly, her nose was sore.She thought of Bai Hong, maybe one day Bai Hong would become like this, maybe she could just sit by silently and do nothing at that time...

"You little girl, why do you look sadder than me?" The old woman laughed, and when she smiled, the wrinkles on her face deepened.

"I have a very important person, and her calamity is coming." Ding Qin endured the sadness, and there was an uncontrollable cry in her voice, "But she doesn't want to seek escape."

Everyone understands the truth, but who can let the people close to him die gradually without doing anything to keep them?

"Ah... that probably means that there are things that are more painful than death." The old woman said slowly, "When I was young—probably about the same age as you are now, once, I didn't want to live anymore. On the road of practice. After that, I don’t want to die. However, death is not the most painful thing.”

She murmured, reviewing the turmoil of her life in a few words, not caring whether the little girl she met by chance understood or not, it was more like speaking to herself, with fear in her eyes, but also relief.

The emerald and moist mountains and forests are reflected in her eyes, the mountains and mist flow silently, and the sun is warm and soft.

The mountains and forests dimmed in her eyes.

There was only one figure left on the black rock.Ding Qin sniffed, her red eyes continued to look upwards.

Dying, this is a terrible thing for any spiritual being.

But the true nature of living beings is not to fear death for survival, but to find happiness from suffering.

Because death is bitter, so we are afraid of death.But if the pain of life is greater than the pain of death, sentient beings will seek death.Therefore, the nature of all living beings is not to fear death, but to fear suffering.

So Yun Miansha chose to become weird, and Bai Hong chose not to avoid robbery.

A long bell rang into the dreamland.

So much fear?

One hundred and eight chimes of the bell, with the last chime falling with the spring thunder, coincided with the end of winter in the world, the thin rain was like fog, and the ground turned into frost.

Stepping on the coldness of early spring, the donkey came to the foot of Diancang Mountain, and lowered its head to gnaw the tender grass that had just emerged from the ground.

An old man climbed tremblingly off the donkey's back, with a few strands of gray and white hair leaking from the cotton cap.He first took off the wooden staff from the donkey's back and leaned on it, slowly hammered his waist, stretched his hands and feet, and let the cold air escape from his body, before he looked up at the mountain.

"I can't go up..." he murmured.

This time, the [-]-sounding bell is announcing the arrival of the Day of Waking of Insects and the start of the Diancang Mountain Ceremony.

But the road to Diancang Mountain is not something that ordinary people can easily climb, let alone an old man with weak hands and feet.

The old man saw a figure in front of the mountain, his eyes lit up, and he walked over and asked, "Girl, are you here to attend the Fa conference? Can you take me for a ride?"

Bai Hong saw him and asked, "Old man, are you also here to attend the Fa conference?"

She could tell that this was a mortal, not a monk with serious decline.

The old man nodded: "I heard the bell ringing a while ago, and after listening to it, I felt that someone was inviting me to come here. I figured out the place, a month is enough for me to come here, so I will come." Unfortunately, after coming here, I found that , I can't climb this mountain by myself.

Bai Hong was silent for a moment, then asked again: "Old man, how many times did you hear the bell?"

"One hundred and eight sounds, it looks very long. I asked the people next to me, and they thought I was going crazy." The old man smiled nonchalantly, "But I just want to take a look."

Bai Hong looked at the donkey carrying the burden and eating the turf, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you up."

She stretched out her arms, her long sleeves were white, and the ends were stained with ink, like a brushstroke of plain ink. She stirred up a gentle wind, held the man and the donkey firmly, and went up the mountain in a flickering manner.

The donkey, which was gnawing grass leisurely, was startled by this, and it screamed "Ah, ah!", from the foot of the mountain all the way to the gate of Diancang Mountain, startling the little boy who was welcoming the guests and blinking.

Bai Hong smiled, and said to the old man he met by chance: "It's already here, let's go in."

The old man thanked the donkey and tied the donkey to the tree—Diancang Mountain is full of aura. Although it is cold in the mountain, the mountain is full of green.The heartless donkey was appeased, and soon opened his mouth to chew on the young leaves that had just grown.

He was led in by the welcoming boy, but he saw Bai Hong stopped outside and asked, "Aren't you coming in?"

Bai Hong smiled: "No need."

It was no longer necessary, she already knew what Diancang Mountain was going to talk about.

She turned around and stepped, her feathers wrapped around the wind, she floated up and fell into the clouds.

Since you regard your heart as your form, how can you feel melancholy and lonely?

The old man does not know the Tao, has never practiced it, and has no mana power, but he can also hear the Taoist bell ringing.

Cultivation...do you practice for the Tao, or for yourself?

Is the road outside?If the Dao is outside of oneself, what effect does cultivating it have on oneself?

Is the Tao in it?If the Tao is within oneself, why bother to cultivate it?

Should we cultivate the Tao or the mind?

Is there something missing?

Where is the Tao?

The Word goes under the feet.

Why are you afraid?

Ding Qin stopped near the top of the mountain, her eyes half-opened and half-closed, her expression peaceful and quiet.

She has forgotten herself, what she thinks, what she wants, and her mind is focused on the god she serves.Based on faith, with gods as teachers, throw away all external distractions, focus on thinking, and feel the path guided by gods.With this pure mind, close to the realm of the gods.

This is the way of the gods, but if you escape from this pure state, you will also fall back to the original place.

But after she climbed here, she couldn't go up anymore. This is already a great height, but if she goes up again, even if she believes in it purely and does not have the slightest doubt, she can't take a step--practice depends on it after all. be yourself.This is already her limit, and the next step is to take a real step like Nuxu.

On the top of Daqing Mountain, the gods thought for a while.

Ding Qin suddenly lightened physically and mentally, and opened his eyes in a daze.The cloud on the top of the mountain is light, and the white-clothed and black-haired god sits in the light, and his eyes that have fallen from the world are lifted up, as if seeing a bright sun.

"God..."

"What did you see?" the god asked.

She subconsciously followed the gaze of the gods and looked down the mountain.

As if she was in the middle of reality, she saw the monks practicing mountaineering in the dream, and also saw the creatures living in the Daqing Mountains. She saw Diancang Mountain, Baihong who was drifting away, and Huai Water, I saw Yu Jian playing the piano to comfort the pain, I saw understanding, I saw the darkness...

The ability to unravel and enter the Netherworld is not a natural supernatural power, but a later one, because there is something more in the Netherworld that calls him, that is...

Clouds and mist suddenly covered her vision, and her eyes had already started to swell, and she couldn't look any longer.

But these are enough.She saw all living beings, all of whom made a pact with the gods.

The world has been running for too long, starting from the break of the first line of cause and effect, and going on until now, there is no living being that does not have missing karma, and there is no living being that has not been disturbed.

A life-recording pen, concerned with the cause and effect of all beings.

This is the cause of the underworld, and all living beings are fearless.

"I did something wrong." Ding Qin murmured.

She thought that a very strong force was needed to fight against the catastrophe, and that teaching them the way of the gods was all that could solve the weirdness.But that is the way, not the destination.The root of solving weirdness lies in the hearts of sentient beings.If one can apply fearlessness to the minds of all living beings, then the strange kalpa will be solved by itself.She shouldn't have left those monks in the temple built in the Sui Dynasty.

"Don't think that everything is your fault." Changyang patted her head, "I still can't make all living beings feel fearless, how can you do it?"

If she wants to stop the catastrophe, she doesn't need a lot of strength, and she doesn't need to doubt whether she can do it... Hasn't she seen that Mr. Yu Jian, who once taught her the art of playing the qin, protects fresh people all over the place just by the sound of the qin? Has something weird been born?

She's not completely powerless.

"Go." Changyang gently pushed her.

Ding Qin fell into the golden cloud covered with sunlight, and her spiritual consciousness returned to Sui Di's body.

She opened her eyes, and there was a drizzle outside the window, which wet the ground, and there were glistening drops of water on the grass stems. Since she fell into the dream, the Dharma Conference at Diancang Mountain has been going on for a long time, and it is almost the end of the day.She can't do much, but she already knows what to do and does what she can.

At the head of Daqing Mountain, Changyang's eyes fell on Diancang Mountain.

Many casual cultivators from all over the world gather here, but there has been no movement in the chaos. He must have other plans.