With the patter of rain, Qi WuHuo sensed the release of his mind channel Divine Ability, and knew that at this moment, the old monk had also passed away and was only doing things like an ordinary Daoist. As soon as Daoist incantation, he recited the word Tianzun Wuliang in his mouth, and he could immediately follow the connection between Primordial Spirit and the physical body to return. However, this was not the case at the moment, and he was just walking leisurely in the world of mortals.
Suddenly I felt something, and I looked up to one side. On top of the pavilion, I saw fortune teller in gray clothes, leaning on the railing to watch the rain. The sloppy fortune teller was drinking wine by himself. Suddenly feeling something, he lowered his head at the same time and saw that on the street below, the stone slabs were washed by the rain and it was quiet. There were pedestrians holding umbrellas coming and going like a torrent. Young Daoist stood in the middle, with his hair slightly raised and his eyes clear.
Fortune teller was slightly startled.
Then he opened his eyes wide and seemed to see something.
Suddenly he smiled and praised, "What a good mood, Primordial Spirit has completely polished it to a clear and pure state!"
Pointing to the table next to him, he took the initiative to invite:
"Young Daoist, do you want to come up and have a drink?"
Qi WuHuo handed over his hand and declined politely. "No."
Fortune teller laughed and said, "That's right, you are not suitable for drinking here now. Please go back quickly."
After young Daoist left, a beauty in gauze walked out of the pavilion, carrying a thin-necked porcelain bottle on a mahogany tray. The wine was fragrant. Seeing fortune teller's appearance, he looked around curiously, but couldn't see anything, so he asked with a smile, "Who are you talking to, sir?"
Fortune teller replied after a long time, "An interesting young Daoist."
"Hey, why didn't I see it?"
The teacher smiled and sighed, "Although you have cultivation, it is only strength and not Tao. Your eyes are focused on external objects, and his Primordial Spirit has reached perfection. How can you see his Primordial Spirit?"
He held the wine glass and couldn't help but said with emotion, "Primordial Spirit like this is no longer as clear as it can be polished."
"It wasn't done deliberately, it seemed like it happened naturally."
"It does sound a bit like Dao Ancestor is too great for nothing."
He drank a glass of wine, shook his head, and said:
"It seems that his old Daoist is quite good at teaching people!"
"Something good!"
"But not much!"
"It's not as good as those who are far away!"
In the end, he seemed to be muttering about someone, but he refused to name him out of fear.
Qi WuHuo Walking slowly, feeling the rain, the world of mortals, and the blend of the two, my heart is clear.
After Complete Three Talents, Primordial Spirit, which was as vigorous as the newborn sun, is now as peaceful as this rain.
The way to view spiritual treasures.
See the Buddha's Nirvana.
This mind is as before, this mind is as old as before, but it is extremely peaceful. It seems that from this Buddhist path, it has clearly understood its own direction, so it has become infinitely clear and pure. Originally, Qi WuHuo's Primordial Spirit was based on the seventy years of Yellow Millet Dream. After such changes, purely from the perspective of Primordial Spirit, it has become extremely pure and thick.
It's just that Daoist practice emphasizes progress.
It is necessary to reverse the three talents to reach the two rituals, and then to enter the great road. One is strong and the other is weak, and it is not perfect in the end.
It is impossible to realize the highest level.
If he is willing to give up his skin and Daoist orthodoxy and follow the path of Yinshen, he will be able to make rapid progress and achieve something within a hundred years.
At this time, the rain had turned into a mist and drizzle, and the rain was not heavy, so some people still pushed the stalls out. The small wooden carts were covered with coir grass to shield some of the rain. It was still steaming. When people were holding umbrellas and walking to buy some food for the morning, young Daoist smelled the smell of sesame sesame pancakes. When his thoughts came back, he paused and glanced sideways at a stall. He hesitated and walked over.
Move forward step by step.
Actively use Primordial Spirit to wrap up the rainwater, and then use the changes of rain and mist to flow, which can refract all the light into the eyes, so that it can be revealed in the eyes of others. This is also the usage mentioned by Old Mr. Ao Liu in his manuscript. The stall owner was quickly taking out the freshly made sesame cakes from the stove. The dough was slightly yellow and exuded warmth. A few black sesame seeds were sprinkled on it, and the noodles were fragrant.
I heard the young man's voice. "Take five sesame sesame cakes, four normal ones, and one with sugar heart."
"Hey, that's good!"
The stall owner took out the things neatly.
An old stall owner selling evil spirits nearby recognized the person and said with a smile, "Ah, it's the Daoist priest from Refining Yang Temple."
"Old Li, the Daoist priest came to you to buy sesame cakes two days ago. How are you? It's been cold for two days."
The stall owner groaned, cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Ah, it does make the Daoist priest suffer."
"But who's to say it isn't?"
"I suddenly fell ill. I have two elderly people, three children, and my mother-in-law at home, and there are six people to support. I was so ill that I almost saw the ghost master, but I felt that I couldn't die like this. I held on, and saw that the ghost master was getting closer day by day. I thought I was going to be doomed, but today I am actually better."
"I didn't feel uncomfortable at all, so I hurried out of the stall."
"My mother-in-law took care of me for a few days and nights, so I asked her to have a good rest and not to break her body."
As he spoke, he worked quickly on his hands, wrapping the sesame cakes in oil paper, and said with a smile:
"Here, little Daoist priest, here's your sesame cake."
Young Daoist took it.
The man raised his head and looked at the rain and said with a smile, "Ah, it's really good rain."
"It's called Human Heart and it's comfortable inside."
"Little Daoist Priest, what do you think?"
Young Daoist replied softly, "Yeah."
He looked up and saw that a porridge stall not far away had also been set up. Qi WuHuo Primordial Spirit's sensing ability was stronger, and he sensed that today's Medicinal materials had something to repel the cold. He raised his eyes slightly, and was surprised. The little Prince who ordered the soup didn't seem to be the kind of person who did things just for fame.
Being able to change Medicinal materials according to the situation is a sign of hard work.
And sharp.
Young Daoist is thoughtful.
Does Prince, who was once semi-imprisoned in the imperial city, have such abilities?
The stall owner saw that Qi WuHuo didn't have an umbrella, so he picked up an umbrella and was about to shout.
But he saw that young Daoist had turned around and walked into the sea of people in a few steps.
The rain is like mist and can no longer be seen.
Among Refining Yang Temple, young Daoist Mingxin stretched out and felt that he slept very comfortably. He woke up with the sound of rain. After getting up, he opened the door and saw the rain falling like a weave on the world. He stretched, turned around and saw his favorite sesame cakes on the table, so he cheered.
After taking a bite, sugary goodness came out of it.
Even more happy.
When he saw young Daoist in the courtyard, he waved and shouted:
"Uncle-Master Qi Did you just go out?!"
"The sesame pancakes are delicious!"
Qi WuHuo agreed with a smile, opened the door and entered Scripture Pavilion, took one step out, and disappeared, while young Daoist inside the Scripture Pavilion slowly opened He closed his eyes and his eyes were peaceful. It seemed that he was a little tired after sitting for a long time, so he stretched out. His energy flowed and changed, just like the falling rain between heaven and earth, flowing around his body in an instant. Qi WuHuo was slightly startled, and he raised his hand and clasped his five fingers together.
The changes in the rain and mist in the void were condensed between his fingers and palms, and then turned into a water dragon, flowing and changing.
The powerful vitality gained from meditating for a year without stopping wherever the sun rises and the moon sets.
It's as if it's like an arm.
Qi WuHuo is thoughtful.
"The sun is like nature, and the moon is like fate."
"This water vein is like vitality."
"So, the rain I made in Zhongzhou Fangyuan is actually also a practice?"
He waved his hand to disperse the vitality in his palms. Although he was happy about this unintentional gain, he was not attached to it.
Just when I looked around, I found that the Peacock Egg had split open, and a little bird that looked naked was nestled inside the Peacock Egg, and was slowly pecking at the Peacock Egg shell. It seemed that Qi WuHuo had frightened it when it came back. At this moment, it only shrank its head and stared at Qi WuHuo with a pair of eyes, cautiously, without making any sound.
But after staying for a while, I seemed to be hungry again, and seemed to have a somewhat uncontrollable personality.
Two wings with only thin feathers hold a small piece of eggshell.
Then send it towards the mouth at a slow speed.
A pair of dark eyes stared at young Daoist.
The mouth opens silently, inserts the eggshell silently, and closes silently.
Kaba.
The sound still came out.
Little Peacock A feather on the head trembled.
The body stiffened.
Huh?!!!
Young Daoist couldn't help but chuckle, and then his own spirit flowed out. The peacock bird was about to run away, but he noticed this pure and clean spirit energy. He paused and recognized the person. He knew that this was the spirit that was talking to him gently in the endless darkness, so his eyes suddenly lit up, and he made a not-so-pleasant cry, and then jumped up suddenly.
But it couldn't fly yet. After jumping up, it just fell from the edge of the table. Young Daoist stepped on it, and its vitality circulated, supporting the little bird like a cloud.
Then take it back so that it just falls into the palm of your hand.
Little Peacock seemed extremely happy and kept rubbing young Daoist's palm.
Qi WuHuo gently stroked it with his fingers and felt the vigorous vitality - it did not rely on the various heavenly materials and earthly treasures brought by Uncle Niu, and did not have the breath of many demons and gods. It only relied on its own struggle of more than three hundred years to finally break the eggshell and seek life. Young Daoist had a smile in his eyes:
"Welcome to the world."
"Well, I have to take you to see the medicinal spirit later."
"I also need to give you a good name."
"But as for the name."
"You need to ask Yun Qin, we agreed to pick it up together."
The peacock didn't understand young Daoist's words, but rolled happily in his palm, as if this warm palm was the safest place in the world, and the whole world.
Eastern Pure Lapis Lazuli World.
When Medicine Master Lapis Lazuli Light Tathagata stopped condensing his Dharma body, power, and fruition status, the entire Liuli World seemed to be affected. The twelve god generals, the seven thousand Yaksa under each god general, and the countless sentient beings who were entrusted with Pure Lapis Lazuli World for hundreds of millions of miles, all walked out of their original residence, looking at the Buddha with confusion and fear of what was about to happen.
The Buddha seemed to be weeping.
But he seemed extremely happy.
Suddenly he opened his eyes, and all the Buddha light around him collapsed, and then dispersed his personal will and method, surging in all directions. These clear glass Buddha light repaired and perfected the broken Pure Lapis Lazuli World, but did not repair Medicine Master Lapis Lazuli Light Tathagata's body and injuries.
Moonlight Illumination Bodhisattva seemed to notice something, took a step forward and said, "My Buddha, World Honored One, why?"
Old monk, who had lost his Buddhist image, did not answer, but said in a gentle voice:
"The moonlight shines everywhere."
"After I leave, you should be the lord of this world, the Buddha of the Pure Lapis Lazuli Buddha Kingdom, and sit here."
"The moonlight shines everywhere."
"After I leave, I will seal Pure Lapis Lazuli World away for a thousand years and teach myself."
"The moonlight shines everywhere, and you will cultivate correctly and attain enlightenment."
The moonlight shone all over and he put his hands together and asked with tears, "My disciple is here, where is my Buddha, World Honored One, going?"
Old monk sighed and said, "It's hard to come back."
"The road to enlightenment is going in the wrong direction."
"The further you go, the more mistakes you make."
"Except for reincarnation, I can no longer look back. The moonlight shines everywhere. You still have a chance. All living beings still have a chance. Don't be like me."
"Let's hear the Dharma."
He clasped his hands together, exhausted his last strength, and spoke slowly. He had lost his strength. He was no longer a Buddha, just like a old man who was about to die. He was already an old man who was about to die. Moonlight Illumination Bodhisattva, who has attained the Buddhahood in this world, bowed down, listened to the murmuring in front of old man, then opened his mouth and recited the last sutra of old man.
The voice is loud and compassionate, just like the moonlight illuminating thousands of sentient beings. In this Pure Lapis Lazuli World Buddha land, it rings in the ears of countless sentient beings in the vast world of hundreds of millions of miles. Such words, such way--
"That's what I heard."
"For a moment, the Buddha was walking in the human city of Mortal World country."
"At that time, under the Seven Wonderful Trees, there was Supreme Xuanwei True Person, speaking about the supreme wonder..."