Shamanism kills the god

After returning to Xiangshan Academy, looking up at the sky, Mu Feng did not practice, but continued to grind ink, writing three words repeatedly on each piece of white paper.One is the word 'quiet', the other is the word 'kill', and the other is the word 'zen'.

When writing the word 'quiet', there is no distraction, imagine yourself in the boundless sea of ​​bamboo, reading and writing alone quietly with the sound of waves.

Surrounded by endless bamboo forests, there is a crystal clear lake in front of it.Above the head, a curtain of waterfalls flows down, bringing cool mountain springs.Splashes of water fell on the body and seeped into the heart.From the inside out, it is spotless, as pure as ice and jade, without a trace of dirt in the world, far away from the distracting thoughts and sins of the world.

When writing the word "kill", the body is tall and straight, only the wrists are moving all over the body, and the writing is as if there is a spirit, and the handwriting is flying and dancing.Imagine that you are in a boundless battlefield, with corpses strewn all over the ground, blood flowing like rivers, and the sound of fighting can be heard endlessly.The blood essence of the ancestral witch in the body naturally swelled out waves of hot blood, and the blood in the body rolled.Standing on a tall chariot, looking down at the entire battlefield coldly from a high position, holding the reins in one hand and the spear in the other, he rode his horse and galloped wildly, rolling over the black enemy army.

As soon as the character "kill" was written, when he wrote the word "Zen", the momentum changed again.It's like an old monk entering meditation, cutting off every thought, with no worries and worries in mind, imagining that he is alone in meditation.A simple thatched house, a dim oil lamp, a dilapidated futon, and an ordinary wooden fish.Other than that, there is nothing inside and outside the body!

Quiet, kill, Zen!

Mu Feng didn't deliberately cultivate, nor did he deliberately try to comprehend anything, but just kept writing over and over again.Naturally, the great method of visualization taught by the ghost mother came to mind.

Slowly, in the end, a thought is a world.

The imaginary world is becoming more and more realistic, as if being there, it really is.Imagine the scene where the ghost gate is wide open and the demons are dancing wildly. There will be a gust of wind all around immediately, and the faint cries of lonely ghosts can be heard.It seemed that all the ghosts who could not enter the reincarnation swarmed over and stretched out their eerie bone claws towards him. .|

"Cultivation, cultivation, is it possible that the so-called cultivation of the mind is the cultivation of thoughts one by one? When the heart moves, thoughts arise, and when the mind calms down, thoughts stop. The so-called returning to basics is the so-called understanding of thoughts?"

While writing, Mu Feng thought quietly.

In meditation, reflect on one's own cultivation and consolidate the existing realm.It wasn't until the rooster crowed that it was discovered that at some point a white belly had appeared on the horizon.

"Today, should I attend various schools, or..."

Mu Feng pondered for a while, then took a handful of cold water to wash his face, and strode away.Passing by a school with bright and clean windows but not entering, I walked all the way down the mountain.

After arriving at Jiangling Mansion, there was one thing that he never forgot.While walking, he took out a peace talisman from Qingfeng Ring, took a look at it and sighed.He thought of He Wu, the bodyguard he met at Qingshan Pass on the way to the Poison Sect, and remembered his last entrustment.

Although the sky was only getting brighter, many students got up early in the morning to study.Some read silently with books in their hands, some practiced swords in the woods beside the road;

"A school with a long history, the atmosphere of learning is really different!"

Mu Feng looked around while walking, and after seeing the masterpieces of several students, he nodded secretly.

There is a sequence of hearing, and there is a specialization in the art industry.Some students may be ugly in appearance, or even have unrecognizable handwriting, but they can draw well.From the majestic palace to the small branches, they are all painted vividly, and every plant and tree is vivid on the paper.Walking and walking, after turning around a maple forest, I accidentally saw an old man in green robes practicing calligraphy by the roadside.After taking a look, he subconsciously stopped.

"Tian Xingjian, the gentleman strives for self-improvement; the terrain is Kun, the gentleman carries things with virtue..."

Mu Feng stopped to watch, and whispered to himself.

This ancient sage's hadith was no stranger to him, but what really surprised him was the calligraphy itself.One horizontal and one vertical, one stroke and one stroke, do whatever you want.It seems a bit scribbled, but upon closer inspection, one can find that the handwriting is elegant and unrestrained, and it seems that every word has a spirituality implied in it.

The ancients often said that words are dead, but people are alive.However, the words written by the old man seemed to be alive.

"Young man, do you understand this ancient saying?" The old man who had been writing with his head down suddenly raised his head.

He is not tall, with a gray beard, and he is still tall and straight despite his age.What's even more commendable is that there are almost no wrinkles on the face, the skin is delicate and white as a baby, and the white hair is young.It was none other than one of the five high-level officials in the academy who was in charge of evaluating him, a calligrapher known as Qi Guoyuan.

In the body, there is no trace of power fluctuations, but vaguely, it gives people a feeling like the body is sanctified, and the bearing is extraordinary.

"Student Mu Feng, met Master Guoyuan!"

Mu Feng bowed and saluted, raised his head, looked at the flowing handwriting on the white paper, and said without deliberately refusing, "The meaning of this ancient saying is that the changes of the heavens are strong and powerful, so a true gentleman will We must be perseverant and strive to be strong. No matter how big the twists and turns in life encounter, we must be unyielding. The earth is thick and smooth, so we should expand our measurement to accommodate all things. We should treat everyone equally, and we must not be stubborn. Have patience and tolerance!"

"good very good!"

The old man nodded, paused, looked Mu Feng up and down, and said, "So, young man, have you done it?"

"no!"

Mu Feng was a little ashamed, to tell the truth.

It is easy to strive for self-improvement, but how easy is it to be virtuous?

For thousands of years, people who have read this hadith and understood the truth are not ordinary.However, very few people actually do it.Some people have a dignified appearance, and they must say that the ancient sages are so and so, and they are like devils before, but the dirty things they do behind their backs are unspeakable.

"good very good!"

The old man nodded, stopped looking at Mu Feng, and continued to practice calligraphy.

"Master Guoyuan, I don't know, which school do you usually teach in?" Mu Feng bowed.

After seeing the old man's handwriting, he finally understood what it meant to say that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there is someone in the world.In Jianning City, his calligraphy is already one of the best, but compared with the old man in front of him, he is still far behind.For the same hadith, he can write vigorously and majesticly, but he cannot write with the spirituality of the old man.

"Mr. Mu, I have already read your handwriting, and I am not qualified to give you advice. If you are really interested in calligraphy, then find someone! My calligraphy attainments are less than one percent of his .” The old man understood what Mu Feng meant, and politely refused.

"Who?" Mu Feng was a little surprised.

The old man who is known as Master Guoyuan has already surpassed everyone in calligraphy. He is a hundred times more advanced than him. What kind of master is that?

"Yebei Palace!"

The old man did not raise his head, paused every word, said nothing more, and concentrated on practicing calligraphy.

The current palace master of Xiangshan Academy, known as Tuoba Daoist's big brother Tuoba Tiandu's master?

Mu Feng's heart was shocked. He had heard that the palace master Ye Beigong knew everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Seeing that the extraordinary master Qi Guoyuan said so, he had no doubts in his heart.I am becoming more and more curious about the palace lord who hasn't shown up all this time, and I don't know what kind of a magnificent and powerful person he is!