The sword is the devil

Chapter 242 Journey to the Cave
A few days later, the three of them were taken to a Taoist palace, and there were also six other Taoist disciples waiting here.

No one communicated, because the relationship between each other was relatively tense, the hostility between the Wumen and the Quanzhen Sect was obvious, and An and Daomen were even more awkward characters caught in the middle. They couldn't even show kindness to either party, and they would offend the other party.

Moreover, it is also difficult to tell whether these two behemoths are helping them or aggressing them?Even within the Anhe Taoist sect, similar disputes have never stopped.

Originally, all nine places should belong to Brother An He, but now they are divided equally, which in itself shows something.

After all arrived, the idlers left the venue, and a Taoist from the Heaven-reaching Three-Realm Natural Realm walked in, with a high crown and a feathered robe, with a solemn expression on his face.

He didn't talk too much, neither warned nor encouraged, as if completing a routine.

"Enter one by one, close and exit."

Turning the hand, a bonsai appeared in the hand, with mountains, waters and greens, and it looked full of vitality; the most amazing thing was that there was a white cloud hanging on the top of the mountain, like a piece of cotton candy.

The marshmallow suddenly swelled, enveloping the figures of the nine people, as if a road in the clouds appeared faintly ahead.

The three disciples of the Anhe Taoist sect are masters at any rate. To show the truth of Dongtian, they first walked in along Yunzhong Road, and then disappeared without a trace; followed by the three disciples of the Wu sect, generally the same, and finally the three disciples of the Quanzhen sect, followed by Rao Zongzhi, King Luo Lin, waiting for Tiao to follow, suddenly heard the voice of a Taoist in his ear.

"Xiaosong was killed by you!"

Hou Tiao was startled, knowing that his current situation might not be appropriate; he had no place to run in the white clouds, and it would be futile to swing a sword even if he was in the middle of the white clouds. His only chance was to bet on this Taoist against Wumen manner!

Is it Daomen Datong Sect?Or independent?

Except for a gamble, he has no chance.

"It was killed by the disciple."

"Why kill him?"

"It was he who led Daoist Chong Ling back to the capital of God."

"You know Chong Ling?"

"The Taoist priest led me into the Tao, gave me money, and got rid of the groggyness from now on."

"Why don't you enter the Taoism?"

"At that time, the disciple's realm was low and he was guilty. The Taoist priest said that my temper was in conflict with the Taoism."

There is a sigh in the dark, and after a long time, there is a singing voice, "... the place where I miss you, beside the long ancient road. The Chaijing man is alone, the beech willow and the moon are dim. The thirsty mouse is looking for pine, and the hungry black is carrying the sunset. Wangtang is in my eyes, empty Fei Jiuhui."

The rhythm of the song is peculiar and the charm is long. Every time it turns, the white clouds seem to be echoing it, mixing with each other, like rain and tears.

Feeling that the road ahead is clear, Hou Tiao gritted his teeth and continued on, when a voice came from behind him, "They are all practitioners of Anhe, why bother to kill each other for the sake of the Tao?"

Hou Tiao kept walking, "If you should kill, you have to kill!"

"You are indeed not suitable for Taoism, but you may not be unsuitable for Jinxiu..."

After walking a few more steps, I felt that my foot was in the air, and Hou Tiao subconsciously wanted to grab something, but Baiyun turned into nothingness in his hands, fluffy, and fell down with one foot.

Trying to open his eyes, he was judging that this was the Taoist's punishment for him, and that he was going to be buried here?Or does everyone who comes in experience this?

Wouldn't it be nice to die here?How many people in this world can be buried in the cave after death?This treatment is already good.

The ground below is approaching rapidly, but his falling speed is getting slower and slower, which completely violates the physics of the normal world, but since it is a cave, all the magic is taken for granted.

The place where he fell was in a large canyon, and there was no one around, because he had done his homework in advance and knew that every monk who entered the psychic cave would land in a different place and would never get together.

It is said to be a cave, but it is more like a new world. Don't look at everyone falling into it, but the distance between them is thousands of miles away. It is impossible to complete the confluence by walking. Two monks who have never entered in history. Can join, time is limited.

Returning attention to the immediate environment is also the magic of the psychic cave. Here, the time from life to death is extremely fast, as if there is a treasure that accelerates time in the cave. It emerges from the soil, grows, flourishes, and then turns yellow and withers, all in just one day.

All the plants here are like this.

What you feel is a process of life cycle;

It seems that it has no necessary connection with Shangjing Tongxuan, but it can actually help monks understand the essence of Tao.Because from the beginning of Tongxuan, it can really be called practice, which is self-discipline within the framework of Dao.

Once you enter Tongxuan, your lifespan will increase by one year. This is an essential change. Outsiders think that you can live longer when you reach the realm. In fact, it is not the case. It is a physical change induced by the practitioner after he truly understands the true meaning of life. The sequence in this Can't be wrong.

Tonglingdongtian is such a place. It seems that it has nothing to do with the upper realm, but it actually reveals the most essential things in practice. As Gusou said, it is the most superficial beginning of the origin of life.

Enter from here.

Hou Tiao didn't run around the world to find the place that might be the last help to his realization, and there was no question that the life of a big tree was more mysterious than the life of a small grass, as long as it was life, it was all fair.

Therefore, where you fall, start there; let him choose, it is better to let God choose for him.

There are a few clumps of weeds around him. When he calms down and observes with his heart, he can naturally see something different.

Everyone who comes in understands something different, and it is born from the heart, as long as it suits you.

Hou Tiao relaxed and adjusted his state as if this was just a spring outing, rather than a rare opportunity that was desperately fought for.

In this world of practice, the most difficult thing is not the task, nor the battle, but the kind of exploration without any purpose; you have no goal, you don’t need to achieve anything, and there will be no pressure... Instilled by the system in the cultivation school The following monks often couldn't adapt to this rhythm, so they came in and found nothing.

The most important thing is that when you come here, you don’t have the mentality that you must get something, and you can be happy if you get it, and you can really get it if you don’t.

He didn't know how others observed the cycle of life of these plants, but he subconsciously connected these grasses with the gladiolus in his purple mansion.

To be honest, the shape of the plants in the Purple Mansion is a bit blurry, you have to think of it as gladiolus, it is more noble, in line with the vanity of every monk; but there is nothing wrong with you calling it a grass, at least you have not seen it before. There is also no difference between the two before growing taller.

Ordinary, tenacious, tenacious, ubiquitous, the fire is endlessly blown and reborn, and the water is endlessly retreating and growing.

It should be the spirit of a practitioner.

(End of this chapter)