Yan Hong ran out of the Divine Fire Palace in a daze. He could not remember how he left.
Although he didn't deny Murong Xueyu's words, it was another matter to accept them. Perhaps only women understood women's thoughts the most. Cultivation was to abandon the distracting thoughts and desires of the secular world and jump out of reincarnation in order to achieve longevity. If one blindly had no desires and was obsessed with Daoist techniques, what was the use of immortality? "What's the use of being immortal if you're not happy?”Cultivation was the cultivation of the heart. The tempering of the state of mind and the smelting of the soul were the fundamentals of cultivation. This was how things were in the world. What you wanted might not be what you wanted, and what you got might not be what you wanted. The Swirling World already had regrets. How would they know how precious it was if they didn't lose it? A world in a flower, a heaven in a grass, a paradise in a grain of sand, a pure land in a corner, a smile in the world, a thought in peace. If there is nothing in the heart, it will be empty. If the heart is not moved, people will not act rashly. If people are not moved, they will not be hurt. If the heart is moved, people will act rashly, hurting their bodies and bones, and then they will experience all kinds of pain in the world. The heart was the main character of temptation. If you got it, you would lose it. He clenched his fists, but his hands were empty. He opened his palm and had everything.
Dust is not dust, how can there be dust?
The heart has no dust, and dust is the heart. If there is no heart and no dust, people will die.
Dust outside, heart inside, often brush, heart clean without dust; Dust is inside, heart is outside, often peel off, there is no dust, no heart; There is dust in the heart, dust is the heart, why fear the dust in the heart, no dust and no heart?
The dust in his heart could not be shaken off. He looked around blankly and was at a loss. The dust in one's heart could only be removed with one's heart. With a thousand lamps in his heart, he carefully searched for that trace of dust. Was there really dust? What is there? Why not?
What is that nothingness, hidden forever; Dust if there is, reflect the world.
Great karma is like emptiness, how can it be surpassed? True liberation is like an illusion, which cannot be attached to.
People in the world, there is no fixed law, and then know that there is no law; The affairs of the world have not been settled, so why not let it go?
Cultivation was the cultivation of the heart, and the emptiness of the heart was Nirvana!
All worlds were born and destroyed, there and then, there and then. All sorts of choices were all reincarnation. Not out of the cycle of reincarnation, but to distinguish the round awareness, the round awareness of nature, is the same as the circulation. If you avoid reincarnation, there is no such place. For example, if you move your eyes, you can shake the deep water. If you fix your eyes, you can turn the fire around. The clouds move along the moon, and the boat moves along the shore.
You remembered the way back, but why did you forget the distance between the human world? Mo Wen, where did the souls on this shore come from? The soul on the other shore, don't ask where the soul on this shore is going. Go, forget each other under the Bridge of Helplessness at dawn.
In my previous life, if you were the gentle breeze in the mountains, I would be the grass that revived because of you. In my previous life, if you were a leisurely cloud in the sky, I would definitely be a raindrop brewing in the cloud. In my previous life, if you were a clear stream in the mountains, I would be a fish swimming in the stream.
From the moment you met me in front of Buddha, I had insomnia for hundreds of years. Are you the person I have reincarnated for?
I begged Buddha to meet you in the next life, so Buddha turned me into a swallow filling the sea. Early in the morning, I picked up a piece of gravel from Dongshan Mountain, flapped my wings, flew across the sky, and threw down a piece of gravel. The raging sea surged, and in an instant, the rubble disappeared without a trace. I stubbornly shuttled back and forth. For hundreds of years, the wind and rain, the sun and the moon did not stop, and I went through countless hardships until the sea was filled. The huge rocks on East Mountain could not withstand the wind and rain, turning into dust particles that drifted down. I still picked up the stone and went back and forth in the cycle of reincarnation. The sea dried up and the rocks crumbled. In exchange for our fate in this life…
Only then did we meet in this life. Let me finish this unfinished mortal fate with you. When fate ends, the song ends and we part.
If you meet me, please don't avoid me, because I'm afraid that I won't have the chance to meet you again in the next life...
When we met by chance and touched each other's eyes, I thought about how we made the promise of our previous life.
Is it also in the wind and rain, I hold the dust particles in my mouth and brush past you in the wind? When they looked back, their hearts flickered as they made that promise.
Looking back, did you smile at me? In reincarnation, I felt the space you stayed in, touched the warmth left by your fingers…
In the reincarnation cycle, you also hesitated in front of the Bridge of Helplessness, with tears in your eyes, unwilling to drink the bowl of Meng Po soup. Was it tears that made the soup muddy, or was it the soup that melted into endless heartbreak? Your shadow is clear in the turbid soup bowl, never blurred. There are thousands of thoughts, and every single one of them has you. Meng Po sighed and waved her hand to let me cross the bridge. I drifted to this world to find you from my previous life. If you meet me, please don't run away…
The poem is written in the beautiful moon, and the poem is written in the autumn lotus. I like banyan trees, and the fragrance of books is strong. The fragrant plum is finished, and the love of two places is pulled. Xie's poem is proof, Qu is medium, Ci is fate.
Green bamboos are faintly visible, and red lotuses are tender. Deep in the courtyard, full of gorgeous charm. Hand in hand in front of the flowers, the autumn eyes held each other. Tao shows emotion, emotion shows language, and language shows fate.
"Senior martial brother, I have you and me in this life. If I can't be with you, I'd rather have my soul scattered. " I don't wish for a next life, I only wish to be by your side in this life…" Yan Hong prayed in her heart.
Do you also have such a firm gaze that can tolerate my weakness? Was her heart also getting closer because of a certain injury, getting closer…
Could there be the same longing in the same moonlight? Would the ever-changing stars also remember this unshakable vow?
Who had forgotten the promise made by Buddha a hundred years ago? Who was the one who had been unchanging for hundreds of years, guarding the broken heart and refusing to let go?
Yan Hong looked back at the Divine Fire Palace for a long time. She was right. There were many regrets in the Swirling World.”He bowed and sighed helplessly…
In the dark night, a few flames were inexplicably jumping. Occasionally, there were a few sounds of movement. The night seemed to be even quieter and unusually quiet. Somewhere in the darkness, a figure moved, and in a flash, a shadow flew away. That figure seemed so familiar. Tonight was really not peaceful! Yan Hong quietly followed, maintaining a certain distance from the shadow. He nimbly dodged and hid, while the shadow shuttled back and forth rapidly. He did not expect someone to follow him in the dark. In the blink of an eye, the shadow left the Valley of Incense and headed towards the five clans of the Southern Border. After hesitating for a moment, he followed behind.
Currently, the five tribes of the Southern Border, Miao, Zhuang, Li, Tu, and Gaoshan, had undergone changes in the ancient land of the Southern Border due to the Beast God Rebellion. The original five saint weapons were all lost, and the mission of the five clans to defend was also over. The Beast God was still resurrected, and the world was in a catastrophe. Many small sects could not resist this disaster and were destroyed one after another. As for the noble families who had been in seclusion for hundreds or even thousands of years, the reclusive sects who were unwilling to step into the secular world gradually surfaced, revealing the tip of the iceberg. They opened their sleepy eyes and looked forward to the world they were tired of. Who could stay out of the world during the Great Calamity? The responsibility he shouldered, the mission of inheritance, the grand ambition to dominate, and the broken Immortal Execution Sword, the entire world was overturned and stirred up. Is it a blessing or a curse? Who knows? If it weren't for the riot of the Beast God, perhaps the reclusive aristocratic families and famous sects wouldn't have interfered in the world. The matter of the world's righteous path breaking the Qingyun Sect's Immortal Slaying Sword also caused a huge uproar. This sacred palace that was once a roaring dragon and the hearts of cultivators had quietly collapsed and lost its former glory. How would the world's situation change? Many people were also confused and had no clue. Would it be the leader of the Valley of Incense? Or would the Heavenly Chord Temple inherit the position of Qingyun Sect's leader? How should the Qingyun Sect deal with it and reignite the flames of the Divine Temple? Or would the Ghost King Sect launch an attack on the righteous path of the world? With the death of the Ghost King, Vice Sect Leader Gui Li would naturally unify the Demonic Sect. What would happen to this person who had once saved the world? The situation was confusing, and even if someone wanted to pay attention to the common people, they were at a loss. In terms of strength, the Valley of Incense was the most powerful sect in the world. However, could he shoulder the mission of being hacked by the righteous path of the world? Where was the Valley of Incense when the Qingyun Sect, the Heavenly Chord Monastery, and the Demon Cult were fighting? Who was the one hiding behind the Qingyun Sect to protect themselves during the Beast God's Rebellion? Who was the one who did not hesitate to step forward and fight against the beast demons? Their leader fell into the demonic path, and the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation that had been passed down for thousands of years was broken because of this? The former traitor of the Qingyun Sect would also save the world in times of danger? Where were the three pillars of the righteous path in the world, the Valley of Incense? What was he doing? The world had changed, strength had grown and fallen, people had a way, not just anyone could shoulder the position of righteous path giant hack?
When the Qingyun Sect was worried about the future of the righteous path in the world and poured out their blood to turn the tide, who had other schemes and preserved their strength for other plans? Buddhists had never had the heart to fight for the world. They comprehended the Buddhist Dharma and pursued the Great Dao. In times of danger, they would save all living beings and transcend the tribulation! Would the century-old plan come true if he spent so much effort to leap to the peak of power? Now that he wanted to be kind and righteous, was it really what everyone expected? There was a cause and effect, karma was a cycle, opportunities were ever-changing and unpredictable. Those who could lead the righteous path were not at the peak of their strength? It wasn't something that could be achieved through dirty schemes? There was no fixed law, and there were traces in the sky. It was already destined!
The silver clouds are clear and the jade leaks are long, and the crying sounds are quiet in the hall.
The night was cold, the green window was cool, and the red candle and tears were fragrant.
Sitting and watching the falling flowers sigh, Heaven Without Hatred got up and walked around the steps in the middle of the night.
The bright moon shone with a cold light that could break people's hearts. How could he walk alone in the corridor and face the sword light?
I want to go, but I still feel reluctant to go. It's a sad dream.
The chaos of the Beast God, the calamity of all lives. Strangely, when these beast monsters passed by the land of the five clans in the southern border, not a single blade of grass was harmed. They took a detour and followed the orders strictly. Even if some small demons disturbed them, it was not a big deal. The beast demons seemed to have a deep fear of the altars of the five clans, or the Beast God had ordered them not to disturb them. In short, the five clans did not suffer much damage from this disaster. There weren't many Miao people, but they still had a high status in the southern region. The Miao warriors were fierce and fierce, and their altars and wizards were also the leaders of the five tribes. The other tribes had no choice but to submit to them. The Li Race had quietly left the Miao Race's territory. The Zhuang Race was the most populated race in the Southern Region, but they had always been too weak to take on important tasks. As the Li Race retreated, the Zhuang Race followed suit and returned to their own territory. After the chaos, the Miao tribe lost a lot of their strength and voluntarily gave up a part of their territory to the Zhuang and Li tribes. The Miao tribe leader even personally went to the Zhuang tribe and promised to share everything with them, reviving the prestige of the five tribes in the past. Their relationship with the Zhuang tribe had also reached its peak. The Tu clan had always maintained a distance from the other four clans. They were at a distance and did not overly participate in the clan's internal affairs. Their power was enough to protect themselves. The four clans did not easily provoke them. As for the situation of the Tu clan, no one knew. The five tribes of the Southern Border, the Tu tribe, were the most mysterious. They weren't strong, but people could see the power they were showing. The Tu race was not weak. The current leader of the Tu race, Qiu Ta, had organized the entire Tu race in an orderly manner and was thriving. In secret, they trained an elite force, the Moon Guards. All the boys and girls who were twelve years old or older would receive training in secret, and the selected excellent warriors would join the Moon Guards. Qiu Ta had a daughter named Qiu Yixi, but for some reason, everyone called her " Meng Xin." She was not only the current Great Wizard of the Earth race, but she was also one of the best among the Moon Guards. Many men went crazy over her, and she had a high prestige among the women of the Moon Guards. The High Mountain Race was the weakest, and they could barely protect themselves. It seemed that no one was interested in this piece of chicken ribs, so the weakest High Mountain Race never participated in the internal affairs of the race, which was why they survived.
The flames of the Burning Incense Valley in the Southern Region had almost scorched the land. No one dared to fight against them. They were overbearing and sharp. Misty Pavilion, Drifting Wind Valley, and some other small sects had no choice but to bow down to him, not daring to raise any objections. How could others be allowed to snore beside the bed? The entire Southern Border was filled with flames, and wherever the flames went, no one would submit. If there was still a trace of pure land in the ancient land of Southern Border, the only ones that could survive and be independent in the raging fire would be the five clans of Southern Border.
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