Chapter 88: Crazy Song

"Do you think this is easy? The way of immortality can be used as a thief. The thief can be taken. The word "take" is the most difficult thing on the road to immortality. The problems you encounter during your practice are not just this beautiful woman with jewels and radiance, thousands of practice methods, millions of magical medicines, and millions of human relationships. Which one do you take and which one do you give up? If you take it, can you really live forever? If you give it up, will you really regret it in the future?"

Yu Ci's smile was restrained. This was no longer a matter of ideals and practice, but was led back to the theory of ejaculation and dragon by the Taoist.

"Man's practice must be based on this principle: people are born between heaven and earth, and they are never to isolate themselves. How to practice to the peak? I don't know, but on the road of cultivation, people are in harmony with each other, some are helping each other, some are strangers, some are irreconcilable, some are irreconcilable, some are disgusting. As for the harmony between man and heaven and earth, the harmony between heaven and man is clearly written in the classics.

"Although such a connection is complicated, it is the right way to make choices and sacrifices here. If you don't understand the principles here, you don't understand that "external objects" are also the foundation of practice. You go to the mountain alone to practice Zen, and call it "death gate", but it is actually just a word for death!"

Yu Ci lowered his head and responded: "I'm sure to receive the teachings!"

But soon, he looked up again and grinned bitterly: "But this principle sounds like the choices and choices are very complicated, difficult, and ruthless."

At this time, what he thought of was a friend he had met in recent times. According to the theory of the old Taoist, in pursuit of the great way, if necessary, Ye Tu can give up, Baoguang can give up, Xiaojiu can give up, and he can give up, as well as his old Taoist can give up!

Is this what it means?

The old Taoist looked leisurely, as if he was out of the spirit, and then he smiled: "It's not that he has experienced the wind and rain in the world. He can't say the word "ruthless". This is very good. But you must know that the great way is ruthless and is tragic... but "no matter how ruthless it is, it is touching"!

After saying that, laughing, then sing, hitting the cup for a shot:

"The immortal road is long and it is difficult to live forever, and it is difficult to live forever. The difficult and the difficult to live forever is difficult to live forever. The difficult and the difficult to live forever is not difficult to live forever."

In the small pavilion of Meixue, the old Taoist, who was white-browed, sang in a clear throat, and the sound shook the branches and leaves, and the snow fell sounded. In fact, the sound was not beautiful, and the words were straightforward and ordinary, but there was a hint of humor and self-deprecating in the tone. After thinking about it again, I felt that every word here was bitter and squeezed out.

Yu Ci knew that the old Taoist priest woke him up in this way, but he compensated himself. He wanted to laugh, but when he put it on his face, he was already suffering.

This is his first time to come into contact with the advanced theories in practice, but if all the monks in the world practice this way, how boring and so boring?

This is not what he imagined, the pursuit of immortality... it is really not!

So, in his emotions, he swallowed another glass of wine and became a little drunk.

His wine taste is actually not very good. Once he has a little bit of alcohol, his temperament will appear too wild and tend to be unstoppable. He looked at him sideways. Although he didn't like the old Taoist's words just now, he admired the old Taoist's willingness and voluntary attitude of being left alone. This old Taoist is indeed a person with a temperament.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the old Taoist failed on the road to immortality.

However, when this evaluation came to his mouth, he changed his words. He used the intention of drinking and shouted: "What an old man, he is a wonderful man!"

The sudden praise made the old Taoist look more leisurely and intoxicated. He changed the syllables slightly and sang the four lyrics repeatedly. Yu Ci heard the three words "Unliable Life" from it many times. He saw the old Taoist's old head and face, and he was old. How could he not feel in his heart? Under the stimulation, he even clapped the table and sang with the old Taoist:

"...It is difficult to rob the life and death of the gate, and life and death of the gate is not difficult."

With vigorous and clear, the high and low were thrilling; the clapping sounds, the slap the table, the old and the young. In this way, the simple lyrics really sing to them. After the three words "It's not difficult to die" passed, Yu Ci was already in a tide, excited and excited. His hands suddenly exerted force, which made the sound of the pavilion tremble and almost collapsed. Under the dust, he said with hatred:

"It's not difficult to die, it's not difficult to die. The least difficult thing is the thing that holds the most breath!"

The old Taoist also stopped and said with a smile: "Only by knowing the difficulties can we live forever. Do you know how to walk the path of immortality?"

"I know, I know..."

Yu Ci really knew what the old Taoist meant, but he became more and more unrestrained. Such things that make choices, sentiments and ruthless things make people feel too masturbating. In fact, he is not afraid of death, but he is worried about these entangled things. Why can't practicing Taoism pass by with one sword, and make life and death apart, and make a happy and joyful thing?

When he was holding his breath, he had to drink wine. Ashes spilled in the wine glass, he didn't want the wine glass, grabbed the wine pot and drank it in one gulp. Although the wine tasted weak, it rushed to his forehead in one breath. He was in a state of great excitement. He thought of the world, things, and people that Yu Zhou had said before. He rushed up in one breath, like a thorn in his throat, and he couldn't vomit. He suddenly slapped the table and shouted:

"Why do we have to make choices? Let all things be owned by me, let all people be used by me, and the heaven and earth are naturally made by me... In this way, can we not live forever?"

The old Taoist was stunned when he heard this.

Yu Ci roared, and his mind was clear. Li Zhi said he was talking nonsense. Just as he was about to explain, he saw the old Taoist laughing loudly, suddenly whispering his sleeves, and there was a bang bang. The wine glasses and side dishes on the table fell all over the floor, almost falling down the stone box filled with fish and dragons.

At this time, Baoguang had already brought wine to the outside of the pavilion. When he suddenly saw this scene, he was shocked.

The old Taoist laughed and looked at Yu Ci again, without saying a word for a while.

This was the first time in Yu Ci's life that he regretted losing words after drinking. Facing the old Taoist's gaze, he smiled bitterly: "This is an angry word..."

The old Taoist suddenly smiled and said, "Very good!"

"What?"

"I know it's an angry word...but I can't say these sentences, even if they are angry words."

The old Taoist patted his shoulder and left the pavilion without looking back.

In the afternoon, the Taoist priests in the temple finished their lunch classes one after another. The voices of the Taoist temple gradually rose, but they were mostly silent and did not stain the quietness.

Yu Ci walked slowly in the courtyard.

This is the tenth day after he returned to the Contempt of the Mind.

Since the old Taoist turned away that day, Yu Ci has never seen him again, and even the fish and dragon have not handed over it. As for the matter of the disciples in the outer room, it has been put aside. It seems that the mistake of the old Taoist really angered and everything has fallen into a state of stagnation.

As time lasted for a long time, he felt that he seemed to have been forgotten. Every day, only Baoguang came to say some gossip, making him feel that he was still in the world.

Yu Ci has never been anxious or doubtful.

But as time goes by, the mind slowly settles down. Unconsciously, the intrigues during the Tianli Valley, the life and death struggles became blurred, and the urgency that was always filled with him also eased. As for the conspiracy that was still hidden underwater, the confrontation between the "giants", and other more distant things were buried in the deepest part of his heart, and a layer of lid was added.

In this way, most of his heart was empty and the beaten rhythm naturally changed.

Yu Ci found a completely new rhythm, which was completely different from his wandering career in Tianli Valley, his twelve years before, and his rhythm in the Double Immortal Sect when he was young. It seemed to be leisurely and leisurely, and his perception was very delicate. He did not forget the past, but gradually changed his angles and simply extracted information from it to enrich his thinking.

Simply put, he is reflecting.

It is not that he admits that there is something wrong with what he has done before, but that he has found some valuable things that are inevitably missing in intense situations.

The more illusory ones are like his subtle changes in his mood during each period, and more realistic ones, such as the subtle way of transporting and transformation of "innate Qi" when using the intent of atomized sword. Among these details that are easily overlooked, there are some things that he has been pursuing but are covered by more dazzling reality.

Therefore, Yu Ci began to like to pace in the quiet courtyard, recall, think, explore, and finally grasp those things, because they are closer to practice and immortality.

He is in good shape, and he is even more so today.

In the quiet environment, he could even hear the continuous sound of the muscles, bones, blood and flesh under the nourishment of the "innate qi", like the tide of the shore in the middle of the night, rising and falling, like hearing the sound of nature.

Under the influence of this secret sound, Yu Ci naturally entered a state of seemingly awake but not awake, and in a trance. The clear thinking and awareness of the past was now like a lake water flowing across the embankment, flowing on all sides without any purpose, but in the deepest part, there was a slight light forming the most fundamental core and illuminating the unpredictable deep lake of the heart. No matter how far the lake water spreads, it will be affected by light, although the impact is already minimal.

He inexplicably and naturally thought of Ye Tu's remarks, but lost the order of the front and back, and even lost the shell of language, but instead restored it to the most intuitive image and the purest concept, presented in the heart lake.

It was a group of concentric circles.

The glimmer of light is the center of the circle, and the lake water is the arc that has blurred the boundaries between them.

The lake water spreading everywhere actively connects with the outside world and occupies a new territory. The outside world is also communicating with the lake water. Maybe it is a fallen leaf or a breeze. Through this subtle change, it conveys those vague information from a long distance.

The lake water itself can digest and provide feedback on this information. The glimmer of light in the center of the lake will print the entire process of inputting information, the function of the lake water and feedback on the lake water from the perspective of a bystander, and then shave the process itself, leaving only a little "reason" declared by the process, and enter the light, and the glimmer of light seems to have expanded a little.

Then, under the glimmer of light, the lake becomes clearer and the feedback information becomes clearer, which repeats itself.

Until a distinct and strong stimulus suddenly penetrates!
Chapter completed!