The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

(PS: This chapter involves the worldview of this article, read slowly.)

Yang Jian was seriously injured this time, and after the serious injury, Yu Ziqiang beat Mei Kongmei a wave, which made the injury worse.

The Xuanzhu shifted, the Xuan body was greatly damaged, the Xuan blood was reversed, and none of the internal organs were well.

If the foundation is not strong enough and the profound arts are strong, I am afraid that the foundation of the Dao will definitely be hurt... But with the real Yuding by his side, it is probably delusional for Yang Jian to leave some scars.

But Yang Jian's body was not the most seriously injured this time.

Mei Kongmei's supernatural powers were extremely vicious, when the plum blossom was floating, it directly crushed Yang Jian's soul, almost knocking Yang Jian out of his wits.

Needless to say, the pain during this period, Yang Jian's frightening thing is that...

When he felt his master hugging him, he used his last ounce of will to prevent the power of the black turtle's precious blood from repairing his body.

Faintly, he felt that there was a strange mana wrapped around his body. It should be that the master helped him repair his body. This mana made Yang Jian very kind, and he didn't resist it. There was also a feeling of the same origin.

In fact, Yang Jian only had one idea - the power of these precious bloods is hard-won and extremely precious, and it is an important basis for him to break through the "Pearl Accumulation Realm" of the Eighty-Nine Profound Art.

Unwilling to be mediocre, that's why he gave up his life just now.

Most of the branches of the Primordial Spirit Tree were withered, and the whole was sickly and lifeless. And those three little flowers are already in ruins.

He lay there groggy, feeling like he was drifting in a river, he didn't know where he was going, and he couldn't find the source.

Where are you? Is it in the underground river?

With these thoughts in his mind, Yang Jian felt that his head was about to split, as if someone was holding an ice pick and gouging his head open.

Master's voice suddenly came to my ears: "Get rid of distracting thoughts, read this scripture silently, and meditate on the meaning of three lives and blue falls."

He wanted to say yes, but the voice echoed in his heart, and he couldn't get it out of his mouth at all.

He also had a bit of insight, knowing that the injury was too heavy, and the body and soul could not be united, and he didn't dare to think half of it in his heart, but just kept repeating the scriptures that his master gave him.

The world is in the body, what is not included? The Tao is in the heart, nothing is born...

This scripture has the effect of healing the soul. Yang Jian kept reciting it in his heart when he was drowsy. The little tree of Yuanshen gradually sprouted some new branches, and those branches that were originally sluggish also rejuvenated.

Gradually, I don't know how long it has passed, Yang Jian felt that his 'strength' recovered a little.

Finally, vaguely, I heard someone shouting from the shore.

"Jian'er, don't fight bravely with others in the future. If something happens to you, how should mother live..."

Is it mother?

Yang Jian's heart fluctuated a little, the headache came again, and his consciousness was about to go silent again, so he quickly recited the scriptures silently, not daring to think too much.

After a long time, Xiaochan'er murmured into his ears: "Brother, when will you wake up? Master Yuding said that your injuries have recovered, why don't you open your eyes."

Why are mother and little sister around?

Master brought himself back to Yuquan Mountain? How is Meishan? Is there any demon clan returning troops to attack?

As soon as these thoughts came up in his mind, his consciousness gradually became blurred again. Yang Jian couldn't bear it anymore this time, he loosened his grip and fell asleep completely.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, when Yang Jian woke up, he felt as if he was flying on the clouds, at a loss as to where he was going.

How long have you been in a coma?

'The quasi-sage's power is really difficult to deal with. I'd better wait until I have a higher level of skill before attacking these masters. Take advantage of the situation...'

'The Battle of the Conferred Gods is actually a game of fighting among these mighty powers, and my weight at this time is really too light. '

'That's right, I'm in a state of confusion here, I should be in a coma, don't pass out from the matter of conferring the gods...'

Yang Jian wanted to struggle to wake up, but felt that his hands and feet were light and effortless. When he looked down, he saw a 'huge' self.

How should I describe the scene in front of me?

In a boundless land, a huge human-shaped mountain range lay there, covered by lush forests.

This figure, this outline, and that face that is not covered by the 'trees'... Isn't it just me?

what happened to him? Why is the body turned into a mountain, but the consciousness is floating in the air?

Yang Jian can still enjoy the bitterness at this time, shaking his head and sighing: "This is the real vegetative person, the whole body is covered with trees."

"Are you awake?" A greeting sounded from the side, Yang Jian turned his head to look, and bowed down, naturally seeing his own master.

The figure of Daoist Yuding is very illusory, sitting cross-legged in the air, raising his hand to point out a mirror. Yang Jian saw himself in the mirror, sitting cross-legged on a lotus flower, his figure was just like his master's, illusory and empty.

"Master, what's wrong with me?"

"This is your true spirit." Master Yuding nodded with a smile. He didn't say how much he had done for Yang Jian or how much effort he had spent. He just said, "By doing this, you can learn more about the mysteries of your own body, which will be of great benefit to your practice."

"yes……"

Although Yang Jian wanted to ask Master how long it had been outside, he swallowed the words again.

I really worry too much, the true spirit is out of the body, and I still have Fengshen and Meishan...

The real person Yuding said: "The so-called true spirit is the source of life. People have three souls and seven souls, and the true spirit is contained in the soul. The monk's soul is scattered, and the remaining soul can be gathered again with this true spirit."

"Master, where does the true spirit come from?"

"Let's see."

Daoist Yuding raised his hand and swiped lightly. Yang Jian suddenly couldn't see his body that had turned into a mountain, and the whole world suddenly turned into chaos.

"Chaos Sea?"

"Yes, and no." Yu Ding said with a smile, with an extra dust whisk in his hand, and lightly swept Chaos again.

Yang Jian has never seen his master holding a whisk, and he feels that there is indeed a bit more ethereal artistic conception.

The sea of ​​chaos changed again, and Yang Jian actually saw a meteor passing by in the sea of ​​chaos.

Shouldn't chaos be the chaos of all things, without distinction between light and dark? Why is there such a shooting star...

Before Yang Jian could react, another meteor streaked across the chaos; he blinked, and suddenly meteors streaked across the sea of ​​chaos. Gradually, these meteor light showers merged into a colorful 'river', rushing and surging in the sea of ​​chaos, rushing towards nowhere.

"Chaos is the embankment and support, the proof of 'existence', and the initial state of 'realness'."

Yuding explained, raised his hand to hold Yang Jian, and led Yang Jian to search up and down this 'colorful river' that seemed to penetrate the sea of ​​chaos.

"Great Meng was first created, and 'being' was conceived in 'nothingness'. Your grand master said, Dao gave birth to one, and this one refers to the primordial meng. What is the primordial meng? Primordial energy, chaos is indistinguishable, and the law is unclear. It is this nothingness that gave birth to the sea of ​​chaos."

Yang Jian just listened and watched, feeling dazzled.

"One begets two, and these two are heaven and earth. Heaven and earth reproduce all things, this is what your great master said, Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things."

"That way, where did it come from?" Master Yuding asked back, but Yang Jian didn't dare to answer, but just listened.

He asked the master what the real spirit is, and the master still didn't answer after talking so much, so he must have missed the point.

Master Yuding pulled Yang Jian to sit cross-legged, and the master and apprentice drifted on the colorful river and followed it downstream.

"Where does the Tao come from? Where does the Tao come from? After becoming a quasi-sect master, this question arose in my heart, and I couldn't stop." Yuding said, "So, I searched in the chaos, comprehended yin and yang, and traced back to the five elements. Finally, I glimpsed this river."

"This river is called the River of True Spirits."

Daoist Yuding pointed to the river of true spirits, "You and I are all in it."

"The true spirit is immortal, never born, never increased, never diminished. Born between existence and nothingness, formless, matterless, neither near nor far. You once shattered Mo Han's true spirit in the wilderness, but you didn't know that what you shattered was only the projection of his true spirit in the wilderness. The real true spirit exists in this river, galloping from the chaos, never stopping."

"Master..."

Yang Jian swallowed, "Then is he still alive?"

"Dead, it should be said, disappeared."

Daoist Yuding waved his hand again, suddenly a cloud of mist appeared in front of them, and that cloud turned into a figure of a giant, who raised his ax and slashed viciously.

This split separated the chaos and cut off the river of true spirits.

Countless points of light were shaken into the opened world and turned into various innate creatures, filling the world with vitality.

But the river of true spirits continues to rush, running through this world, and continuing to rush towards the unknown distance...

"This is the creation of the world."

"Before the Great God Pan Gu opened up the world, there were many heavens and earths in the primordial world, but the heavens and the earth have a lifespan, and when they are born, they will die. Every time, there will be an incarnation of the Dao to open up the heavens and the earth, so that all spirits can lodge, and let these true spirits explore the meaning of their existence."

"Look again, this is the prehistoric world of today."

Master Yuding waved the whisk in his hand again, and Yang Jian didn't dare to blink, watching all kinds of changes carefully.

The Long River of True Spirits is boundless, and the prehistoric world stands in the river, but it seems that a branch of the Long River of True Spirits has been opened up.

Almost one-third of the "river water" flowed through the prehistoric world, but remained in the prehistoric world without knowing where to go.

Yang Jian asked, "Why?"

"Caught in the six circles of reincarnation."

Yang Jian's expression was shaken, he didn't know what to say, and asked in a low voice: "Could it be wrong to let the true spirit reincarnate in the world?"

"No," Yuding shook his head, "It's not right or wrong. The true spirit has no sorrows and joys, and exists between 'nothing' and 'something'. You look at the long river, but in fact, if the years are frozen and still, this river is just a lake."

"True spirits only pass through the chaos for a moment. Only those who can enter the prehistoric world can become real living beings. Those who cannot enter the prehistoric area only shine for a while, then return to 'nothing', and regenerate 'being' from 'nothing'. That's all."

"As a teacher, I once felt the realm of nothingness for a moment, and there is the real silence."

Yang Jian was thoughtful, sitting there without knowing what he was thinking.

Daoist Yuding said: "Now you can understand, what is a true spirit?"

"Teacher, I don't know much about it," Yang Jian sighed, "I only know that true spirits exist whether there is such a world or not. The world seems to be unimportant..."

"You're wrong," Master Yuding chuckled, put away his whisk, and all the chaos around him gradually disappeared, and he became the appearance of "a body like a mountain covered with green trees" again.

Yu Ding said: "There is heaven and earth entrusting oneself, and the true spirit has just opened its ignorance, and only then does it know how rare it is to 'live'."

Yang Jian was speechless, filled with emotion in his heart.

I didn't expect Master to have such a sticky side...