The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

The evening breeze is gentle, the waves are gentle and undulating, and a leaf-shaped boat resembles black spots on the vast dark blue, and goes against the trend.

Meng Qi was sitting on the boat's head, the cool wind blew his face, and his thoughts were ups and downs.

After Liu Luo left, due to the power behind him and the master of the six reincarnations, he has temporarily given up the feeling of overlord sword, looking for and waiting for a suitable and hidden opportunity, so he did not stop at Sanxian Island and took a roaming trip. Returned to Jiangdong.

"Last time I guessed that a person and a so-called 'Sanshengguo' could establish a specific relationship with each other, so that they can use their counterparts to awaken themselves and form a wrestling with anglers or possessors. Virtual, did not admit it, but Liu Luo's "The power behind will be unhappy" seems to indirectly confirm this. "Meng Qi is most concerned about this problem.

Now, it seems that the fruit that I eat is not only harmless, but also contributes to the escape from the current predicament. In the future, at a critical moment, I can't use it to wake myself up, completely take the initiative and get rid of the angler.

Of course, it cannot be said that Gu Xiaosang is kind. She is in a similar situation to herself and needs such benefits.

Other things are not easy to judge, but her style of doing things is not good and she is sure.

Meng Qi tapped the boat's head, the sound of tuk tuk seemed to be a melody, wading far.

Starting from Gu Xiaosang's "unfavorable years", after the precipitation of several events and the washing of time, Meng Qi recognized the situation and gradually wiped Lingtai, calming the heart lake, depressed, sad, wandering, and depressed Neither anger nor anger help, but interfere with judgments. The only way is to turn them into motivation, as a short-term "martial heart", to increase the desire from the heart, to temper the will of martial arts, to spur self-improvement, and to wait patiently for opportunities. Don't act blindly, don't move aggressively, don't give up on yourself, and despair.

The worst ending of the matter is at most a dead letter. I am not willing to die, but I will not tremble with trembling at the thought of death.

"But things must be done in a hidden way, and the teachers and relatives can't be involved." Meng Qi had already made a decision and had a direction, only to feel that the heavy weight that had been pressing on his heart suddenly disappeared, and his body and mind were relaxed. Uncomfortable, the slightly astringent sea breeze breathed is so wonderful, the boundless ocean and the magnificent sky are so shocking and washing the soul.

"The sea laughed, the tide across the strait ..." Meng Qi patted the bow of the ship, singing heroically, the sea was vast, Fang Yuan had to be himself, and Heaven and Earth belonged to one family, slowly regaining the free and easy mentality that entered the rivers and lakes.

This world is long. Boundless, the sea is savage, there are no half-length figures in the sense, they are so magnificent. In contrast, it is such a small one, but it is such a small one, it has its own inner world. Inner Tai Chi, raising one's hand can destroy all the "magnificence" of sight.

This slightly contradictory contrast is exactly one of Menci's mental problems before. The ordinary person's mentality and extraordinary strength will naturally produce all kinds of feelings of confusion and wandering, but the "superior" mentality cannot abandon his character and all ways of doing things and become a stone, a law without emotional fluctuations, which can only Based on the past, reconstructing the outlook on life, values, and integrating with the soul, in order to go further and better, and less disturbed by the demon.

For example, with the growth of one's own life, compared with those who can't live a hundred years old or below, there will be a short and long dislocation. It seems that the two sides are not a kind of soul. They are currently making rapid progress and are only in their twenties. This feeling is not obvious, but if you can demonstrate the Dharma body in the future, close to the help of Dongji Changsheng Dan and Yuxu Jindan, maybe after a long retreat, the acquaintances and the following friends who have met will fall and fall. Seated.

At that time, how to adjust to the changes in feelings that come from it, and to correctly treat the short splendid and long years will be the top priority of spiritual cultivation. According to some records in classical books, some Dharma bodies regard themselves as the immortal gods. God, mortals as ants, indifferent, and some do not communicate with them at all, life at different levels has no common language.

These are not right or wrong, but Meng Qi doesn't like it. What he admires most is the attitude of a senior, "being affectionate but not tired". He doesn't consider himself very high, treats ordinary people indifferently, and doesn't because his friends are exhausted. Distraught, crying, enjoying but not indulging. In this respect, the death of Zhuangzi's wife and the singing of drums is a model of this mentality. At the same time, it can be seen through the mysteries of life and life and death.

Thoughts flutter, Meng Qi's mind seems lively and precipitated, there is a kind of indescribable beauty, only the mind spreads infinitely, the sea water is clear, the slightest manifestation, if it is not ** 桎梏, I am afraid that it will be far-reaching, only by imagination Create something unique.

Suddenly, his heart moved, looking to the east, and he saw a flat boat rushing forward. If he didn't have the dexterity of the heart just now, I'm afraid he won't find it until he is near!

Standing above the flat boat was a young Taoist priest with a shawl, dressed in a weird blue robe, with black hair swinging in the wind, exposing Junxiu's dusty face and emptiness, making it difficult for Meng Qi to judge the strength.

When the two boats met, the young priest looked at Meng Qi, his mouth twitched, smiled slightly, and he was pro-and peace.

Meng Qi smiled involuntarily.

This flat boat surpassed Meng Qi's boat, and entered the black curtain ahead with lightning and thunder, and seemed to return to Middle-earth.

Meng Qi froze and suddenly remembered the incident. The swordsman Ningtai once met said that he had encountered a young man wearing a strange blue robe in the East China Sea. He often whispered "Who am I? Who is me?" Who was that?

Dongyang Shenjun left the ink treasure of "Who am I, who is me", and the guy who whispered "Who am I, who is me" has visited Wuyou Valley, visited Huangquan in Zhenwu Town, and locked the gatekeeper at the door Side, gods ...

But the Taoist priest was refreshed, but there was no madness and whispering.

Meng Qi wasn't sure. He immediately flew up, struggling to make a fool, and hurried away, but the guy who passed by just now is gone, blue waves, endless and empty.

Will not get into the bottom of the sea ... Meng Qi thought for a while, got into the sea, felt around, and gradually dived.

As the pressure increases, the vitality between the sea and the water merges with the water, making it difficult to dispense normally, the surrounding light fades, the darkness is rippling, and Meng Qi simply turns into a blue-blooded person, like a fish.

After searching for a long time, Meng Qi found some rotten and broken underwater relics, and found a sea eye that did not know where to lead. It was swirling, dark water, dark and dim, tide surge, heavy addition, spin and tear With everything.

"Even if you practice ** Xuan Gong, and you have to defend yourself in Kunlun robes, you have to achieve half a foot to be able to resist submersion, or exchange for water-repellent beads." Meng Qi squatted near the sea eye, his spirit spread, Judging the strength.

Once extended into the sea eye, his spirit will be drowned and crushed, and the pain will be abnormal.

"The priest just entered the sea eye in a flat boat?" Meng Qi frowned.

This sea eye is deep and unpredictable. I don't know where it is connected. In the future, if I have the opportunity, I have to come and explore. Many ways and more points will bring more hope!

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Outside the snow-capped mountains, Mr. Lu Da looked at Yun He to follow the opponent's outsiders to enter.

After knowing the origin of Vientiane Gate, the Xueshan faction, as a ranger, did not embarrass Yunhe, preparing to take him into one of the nine tombs, but Mr. Lu Da could not follow.

Mr. Lu Da waited patiently. After half an hour, Yunhe flew out, his face was a little ugly, his face was quite dignified, and there was a little horror in his eyes. It seemed that he had seen something terrible and strange and incredible.

Seeing what he did not say, Mr. Lu Da did not ask.

"There are a lot of oasis in the Western Region, and there are a lot of people without owners. It is better to build this gate." Yunhe said.

Most importantly, the great Ashura Monan died in the hands of Su Anming, and the Western Regions could no longer be ill.

Mr. Lu Da nodded slightly: "The real person is free."

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The grassland's golden account was a mess, and there were collapsed tents everywhere.

After Daman fell and Guldo disappeared, as Ye Yuqi said, many masters of the Northern Zhou Dajin came to the grassland with hunters, killing the strong, destroying the tribe's ancestors, in order to cut off the power of the grassland and search for treasures. , Occupying a land of abundant resources.

In this process, the grassland was very chaotic. Many evil teachers taught the Tao to take advantage of the imagination, muddy waters and fish, and many ambitionists lingered around in search of adventures.

In a tattered tent, the horse-faced Taoist priest with a high crown looked at the Kaishu warrior who was tortured to death by his own evil ritual, and said to his disciples: "The life of a mortal is really fragile. He passed away without paying attention."

His disciples were waiting for a few words of compliment. Suddenly, he saw a flash of sword light, his master's robe shattered, covering his throat, and the sound of croaking, Yuan Shen tried to scoop out, but was trapped in the flesh.

With just one breath, the horse-faced priest fell to his face and lost his vitality.

"Master's life is also very fragile ..." The disciple came up with the idea.

Then, he saw a young warrior in black clothes in the tent. The handsome appearance, the masculine temperament, and the special long sword gave people an unusually familiar feeling.

"Mad sword Su Meng!" He blurted out, full of fear.

This is his last sentence.

Meng Qi killed the gang members, walked out of the tent, and looked at the messy and wide gold account, feeling small movements.

After returning to Middle-earth, he came to the prairie to grind the pursuit of Hasula, quit killing Taoists, etc. Some time ago, after hearing the strange things around the golden account, he disappeared several locations, so he came to investigate. (To be continued ...) 2k novel reading network