The real person of Cihang in the prehistoric

Chapter 93: Dao tribulation spreads to the edge of the sky, compassion and perseverance spread throughout the wilderness

Endless calamity aura filled the sky above Cihang.

This is not a thunder-punishment catastrophe controlled by the dual heavens of later generations, such as the so-called "transformation catastrophe" and "immortality catastrophe", the power of which is many times weaker than what Cihang is facing now. , just because one is controlled by the Heavenly Court of the later generations, and the other is controlled by the Dao of Heaven!
The principle that a hundred refinements turn into gold also applies to enlightenment and cultivation.

Just like any creature that appears must undergo the baptism and test of heaven and earth, even a weak plum blossom must withstand the test of severe snow in the cold winter, and the same is true for all creatures in the wild.

When the prehistoric creatures have walked out of their own way, gained enlightenment in the Tao and created their own Tao, the way of heaven will bring down the catastrophe of the Tao. Only the Tao that has passed the tribulation of the Tao can be proven to last forever and can be used by all. Respected and praised by thousands of souls.

What Cihang was facing now was this kind of calamity, and he looked up to the sky and became depressed.

The sky is layered like waves, with crow-plated lead clouds, and countless calamity auras gather from all directions. Unlike the kind of killings that accompanied the calamities of the prehistoric era, some are just pure destruction.

Without a trace of flinching or fear, Cihang, who has reached this point, knows that he has no retreat. This is a disaster that he must and must go through to climb to the top. If he cannot face the disasters on the road calmly, If you only know how to survive in this world, how can you talk about climbing to the highest level, and what kind of avenue do you want to pursue?

You will always encounter various difficulties on the way to seek the Dao, such as the depression of being trapped in one place for a long time without realizing the Dao, and the loneliness of walking alone on the road of spiritual practice. On the way, I argued with other monks on the theory of greatness.

Just like Yuqing and Shangqing among the Three Pure Ones:
Yuqing practices the Great Way of Order, hoping to elucidate the transparent order of heaven; Shangqing cultivates detachment, understands heaven's secrets and is detached from them.

There are different paths between the two, so how can they be brothers even if they were born on the same day?
If there is any conflict on the road, there will be a battle. It is not that we do not cherish the friendship between brothers, but for the sake of the Tao that a monk has understood and practiced, both sides will inevitably not give in on the Tao. How can there be any room for compromise in the battle of the Tao? ?
Yuqing and Shangqing are like this, and Cihang is not the same. How can they be afraid and abandon the great path they practice?

In his previous life, he still insisted on his own path even when countless calamities were approaching. Such calamities passed by like floating clouds to him. What does the current calamity mean to him?

Staring directly at the lead cloud, immeasurable calamity energy gathered, as if it was about to descend in the next moment.

Cihang recalled his way. In his past life and this life, he had never thought of giving up his way. Let the thunder and calamity come more violently in this life!
With his feet on the void, a huge golden wheel of merit appeared behind Cihang like the rising sun, reflecting all living things, engraved with endless mountains and rivers, and golden Taoist texts flying on the golden wheel, gradually connecting endlessly. The chanting sounds come and go.

The golden scriptures danced like flying birds, reciting and flying under the lead clouds:

Thunder resounded in the sky, and sutras were recited and spread on the ground.

Under the endless sky, above the vast mountains and rivers, only Cihang, dressed in white, stood proudly. The vast golden wheel of merit behind him became the most dazzling presence among them. In the scriptures flying up and down, every character in There seemed to be endless worlds, and in each world there seemed to be endless creatures chanting and praying together.

Reciting Cihang's Tao and reciting Cihang's scriptures seems to truly realize the scene of Cihang's path of compassion.

"mercy!"

A loud shout rose from heaven and earth, and the world seemed so silent that only this shout from Cihang could be heard.

There was a sound of thunder and the immeasurable thunder was like the ocean flowing out. The thunder light instantly drowned Cihang's figure. Even the majestic and vast golden wheel of merit could temporarily avoid its edge in this endless thunder light.

“Mercy endures forever, mercy is immeasurable!”

The thunder will eventually disappear, but his Tao will exist forever. The sound of chanting will not be changed by the landing of thunder, nor will it be interrupted by the landing of thunder. This is Cihang's Tao, and he It is impossible for the Tao to disappear and be broken in it!

Cihang's eyes continued to look at the lead clouds in the sky. Countless scriptures belonging to his own way were flying around in his eyes. The voice of compassion seemed to come from all directions around Cihang. He moved, with every step he took. There was a golden lotus transformed under his feet, supporting his soles.The chanting of mercy in the golden lotus continued, and the thunder fell again. The black thunder was about to destroy everything, the white thunder seemed to be the end of everything, and the color of chaos seemed to be mysterious and attracted the souls to return to the ruins. The thunder......

All kinds of thunder fell, but Cihang's footsteps still did not stop. He kept walking towards the sky.

Even the endless thunderstorms could not stop Cihang from moving forward, just as they could not stop Cihang from spreading the word of mercy.

Dark thunderclouds piled up, but the next moment Cihang's foot stepped on it, it was crushed to pieces.

Countless tribulation auras among them were crushed to pieces by Cihang's kick. The scriptures invaded the core of the tribulation aura. The black tribulation aura dissipated, and only the golden scriptures belonging to Cihang remained forever.

"Break the barrier and create thousands of lights!"

The light of the sun and stars finally fell on this land of prehistoric times again.

The golden light engulfed Cihang's body, and in the golden sun all around, there were endless voices praising mercy.

The golden wheel is slowly turning. At the core of the golden wheel of black and yellow merit, there is an infinite world that is slowly evolving and being nurtured. At the core of the infinite world, endless worlds are chanting compassion. The word "compassion" is engraved on the world's world wheel and shines brightly!
This is the Tao world that belongs to Cihang, and the Tao in it is the Tao that Cihang understands.

spread!Recite!inherited!

Countless brilliance flew out from the illusory world at the center of the golden wheel like brilliant meteors, flying towards all living things in the world of the ancient Taoist era. All living beings who had been directly taught by Cihang and listened to his sermons were kneeling at this moment. They lay down, and the flowing light escaped into the Qingyun. There were traces of the Tao, the Tao of compassion, in their eyes.

And at the next moment, immeasurable golden flowers jumped out from the clouds and flew towards the places of the gods and beasts they had taught. The golden brilliance filled the sky, even to the sky at that time, Everything is filled with golden flowers, and all the stars in the sky seem to have lost their luster under the golden flowers.

The calamity clouds dispersed, the golden flowers filled the air, and the endless sound of chanting sutras never stopped.

Cihang looked at the scene above the sky, his mouth curved upward, the corners of his lips were curved, and he was obviously in a very good mood.

He smiled, smiling that the path of compassion was not dispensable in this ancient Taoist era. He smiled at the role of the path of compassion he practiced in all living things. He smiled at the path he pursued to pursue the path of compassion. He is not alone on the road. He is not the only monk.

On the way of pursuing the great road, knowing that you are not walking alone, how happy it is!
The heart moved with the spirit, and with one step, the world and the world had changed. The majestic Kunlun Mountain stood in front of Cihang.

Kunlun still looks like that. The rich innate spiritual energy is like a dragon leaping among the Kunlun Mountains. Nothing seems to have changed, as if the traces of time have never appeared on the Kunlun Mountains.

After experiencing the Tao Tribulation from the second lecture of Taoist Hongjun to now, Cihang has not returned to Kunlun Mountain for who knows how long.

I don’t know if the two white zebras in the blessed land of the valley are taking good care of his medicinal fields. I wonder if the gods and beasts in the valley are practicing the great way. …………

Cihang had many, many thoughts in his mind, which were about the beauty of his place in this world.

With firm steps, he walked towards the Sanqing Palace on Kunlun Mountain step by step. Now he, Cihang, finally returned to Kunlun Mountain!

(End of this chapter)