Data cultivation, I observe immortality in the five elements

Chapter 102 The Way of the Elders of the Acting Dharma Hall

When the red sun rises from the sky, the entire Five Elements View is cast in a golden glow.

There are spiritual cranes flying in the distance, strange fish leaping out of the big lake, ancient trees on the mountain peaks, and old medicines emitting auspicious energy.

In a trance, the clouds and mist on the Jade Square became thicker, and the spiritual light overflowed, echoing the rising sun. The beautiful scenery was pleasant and intoxicating.

The clouds and fog dissipated, and a middle-aged Taoist with a vague face appeared at the front of the Jade Square. He couldn't see clearly. There was a Yin-Yang diagram on his Taoist robe, standing with his hands behind his back.

He just stood there so calmly, as if he was integrated with the beautiful scenery behind him.

It seemed ordinary, but in fact a faint coercion swept over it, attracting the attention of everyone present.

"I am the elder of the Yanfa Hall. I see that all of you here have been in my sect for many years, but your cultivation has never been able to get to the point.

The Dharma is not like the Dharma, the meaning is not as expected, the changes in the art are not known, and the true meaning of practice is not understood.

Today I will simply explain to you disciples what Tao is. "

The middle-aged Taoist didn't talk too much and went straight to the point:

“I think Tao is artistic conception, which is a rule.

There are many so-called artistic conceptions, just like what you often say: sword intention, sword intention, is one of many artistic conceptions.

The artistic conception is what originally exists in this world, and is something that is summed up from all existence and changes.

The spring breeze exists, and the vegetation exists. The spring breeze of the coming year awakens the sleeping vegetation. This is the Tao.

We have felt the warmth of the spring breeze, experienced the vitality of vegetation, realized death and rebirth, and mastered the laws of birth and old age. This is meaning. "

The middle-aged Taoist tapped his right hand, and a mirage appeared in the sky. The grass in it withered in winter, but when the spring breeze came, green shoots sprouted again.

“Spring and autumn flowers and fruits exist naturally.

But we must first discover the law of "flowers in spring will produce fruits in autumn", then follow the "spring flowers and autumn fruits" and learn to "spring sow and autumn harvest", and "prepare seeds and collect" in advance through "spring sow and autumn harvest". This is the eternal way. .

The Tao is there, fixed and uncertain.

When you see the leaves turn yellow in the autumn, your ways are the ways of withering.

He sees the weeds green in the summer, and His way is the way of life.

There is no difference between the two and they are incomparable. They are both Tao! "

When the middle-aged Taoist was talking about this, various matching pictures flashed across the sky from time to time.

Kind of like an illustration.

Most of the disciples sitting cross-legged in the Jade Square were attentive, and a small number of them had blank eyes, imitating others' sitting upright and not squinting.

Listened very carefully.

“Only by understanding the rules here can we truly understand what the artistic conception is.

The sun and the moon are nature, and the replacement of yin and yang is the Tao.

Yang moves and moves, and Yin stops and hides, which is also the Tao.

When you want to understand a Tao or artistic conception, observe it more, find out the rules of its operation, and then follow it.

This is the Tao.

For example, with sword intent, if you swing your sword ten thousand times a day, you can do what others have never done, and you can practice when others are resting.

When will there be no more color in your eyes, and only the sword will remain in your eyes?

If you want to, you can master it! "

The mirage in the sky turned into a tireless villain, who danced with a sword day and night, from day to night, and from night to dawn.

Finally, the world of the villain becomes a world with only one sword left. Everything can be used as a sword and everything can be cut.

Wherever the heart goes, the sword comes!

The middle-aged Taoist waved his hand and the mirage stopped.

Then he stopped talking and sat cross-legged on the high platform, closing his eyes to rest and let the people below appreciate it carefully.

The crowd started talking to each other regardless, as if in tacit approval.

Luo Yan felt that what the middle-aged Taoist said made sense to a certain extent, and the meaning became apparent after reading the book a hundred times.

To understand the meaning of the sword, just keep practicing.

This is one way.

It stands to reason that many people should understand what the elder means.

Unfortunately it's not.

The gray monkey next to him was staring blankly into the void, obviously the mirage had long since disappeared.

But he hasn't come back to his senses yet, as if he's savoring it.

Immersed in it.

The hawk-faced Taoist opposite was not much better. He looked serious, but in fact there was no sparkle in his eyes.

The two monsters came to listen to this 'Tao', and it was indeed a bit difficult for them.

On the other hand, several senior brothers not far away were thoughtful: "Does the elder mean that we should keep practicing?"

"But since I started practicing swordsmanship for more than twenty years, why can't I understand the meaning of the sword?" Someone was reflecting.

"When the elders say sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn, does it mean that we bury the swords in the spring and take them out in the autumn?" One of the disciples wondered.

In his understanding, every sentence of the elders of the Yanfa Hall should have a corresponding profound meaning. Those things like the sun and the moon are too profound and he cannot understand it for the time being.

But spring planting and autumn harvesting, such a simple word, could he understand it wrong?

You can’t let him learn from ordinary people in the world, planting fields in the spring and harvesting grain in the fall, right?

"No, no, no, what the elder said at the end, 'There is only that sword in his eyes,' should mean:

When we practice swordsmanship, we should find an unobstructed place with no grass or trees, and then just keep dancing with the sword." Another disciple joined in the conversation.

Obviously, he was very proud of his understanding and thought he understood the elder's true meaning.

His words were full of confidence. After all, that’s what the elder’s mirage picture looked like, there was nothing.

Just do it.

The other senior brothers were silent for a while, and then they all nodded slightly, as if they recognized this explanation.

"It seems that they need to find a quieter environment to practice their swordsmanship." Everyone thought.

Even the elders said this, it must be right.

The reason why I can't practice my sword spirit must be because the surrounding environment is not quiet enough.

"I want to understand the artistic conception of life mentioned by the elder, so that I can directly ripen the planted elixir. How can I understand the artistic conception of life?" The disciple next to him asked additionally.

The disciples around "this" were all silent.

Luo Yan was speechless after hearing their conversation. Is this just a discussion between disciples?

Still quite interesting.

"Brother Dao, do you understand?" The gray monkey leaned its furry head over and asked in a low voice.

Luo Yan nodded slightly: "I can barely understand it, but I'm still a little confused."

Hearing this, the gray monkey nodded humanely.

These Taoists like to talk in a roundabout way, talking about spring, summer, autumn and winter, sword practice, and fruits.

What is this?

very messy.

The next time the king asked him to come to hear sermons, he would definitely not come.

Isn’t this looking for trouble for oneself?

"Brother Hou, do you understand?" Luo Yan asked with a smile.

The gray monkey's face froze, he shook his head like a rattle, and sighed:

"I don't understand, not at all."

"I didn't even plan to come, but the king insisted on us coming to listen. We didn't catch the message, so the sleepyhead came instead."

Luo Yan asked curiously: "Can't I explain the situation to your king?

The way of us monks is different from the way of you monsters. "

"Going to get beaten"

Luo Yan was silenced by Gray Monkey's three-word response.

Unpretentious indeed.

"I dare to ask the elders, I have learned the three-foot sword intention for ten years, but I still can't find the method for the next level. Please teach me the elders."

In the crowd, a young man wearing a golden robe stood up, braved his courage, and asked respectfully.

Hearing this, the elder of the Yanfa Hall on the high platform raised his eyebrows and shot directly at the golden figure like two invisible sharp swords.

The golden figure gritted his teeth, his face dripping with cold sweat, and his whole body was shaking, as if he was undergoing some inhuman torture.

But his feet were straight and never bent, and he didn't make a sound.

After a long time, the momentum relaxed, and the elder on the stage muttered: "The sword intention in your body is solid, so I think your basic skills should be solid."

"But you lack a killing spirit. The sword is the king of weapons. How can you lack killing power?"

"Find time to go to the depths of the wilderness and let your sword drink more blood."

The golden figure did not expect that the elder actually responded. He did not blame him for being rude, but showed excitement and hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you, elder."

This seemed to be a start for other disciples. Many disciples were eager to give it a try. They also had questions about their practice that they needed to ask.

"I dare to ask the elder what the artistic conception is."

But when they imitated the previous figure and prepared to stand up, they found that they couldn't stand up at all.

The elder on the stage seemed to have anticipated this situation, so he released a ray of his restrained momentum.

Sure enough, under the pressure of such high-level monks, most of the disciples in the Jade Square turned pale. It was difficult to breathe even when sitting, let alone standing up.

There seemed to be endless pressure on my shoulders, like Mount Tai weighing me down.

"Pfft."

The disciples who could not bear the pressure fell down one after another.

It is spectacular!

Luo Yan also noticed a special pressure permeating the square. He was so oppressed that he couldn't breathe and couldn't resist.

He simply relaxed his mind completely and subconsciously opened up the artistic conception of water.

Only then was he released from that terrifying pressure.

Although his breathing was still rapid, it was much better than before.

"This absolutely cannot be the pressure of the Golden Core Stage monks!" Luo Yan was shocked.

The elder of the Yanfa Hall on the stage is probably more terrifying than imagined.

The senior brother in front fell a large piece, and only a small half was still struggling to hold on.

The gray monkey next to Luo Yan was stunned by the sudden pressure. He had no idea what was going on. He was suddenly pressed to the ground and could not move.

His furry head was tilted to the side, and his eyes were wide open, as if he was puzzled:

"Why can you still sit here peacefully!"

Fortunately, the elder on the high platform put away his intimidating aura and said with a smile: "This is the artistic conception.

Of course, we are also accustomed to calling it momentum!

Mountains, rivers, lakes, mountains and heavy rains are all powerful. "

(End of this chapter)