Great Transcendence

Chapter 170 Read Ten Thousand Volumes of Books
Whether it is the Buddha or the ancient sages, they only pointed to a clear path and direction.

As for how to walk, I am afraid that those sages don't know it, and it depends on the gradual groping of later generations.

This scripture is called "Amitabha Sutra", which is the highest secret of great Zen practice, one of the three volumes of scriptures in the past, present and future.Together with the "Tathagata Sutra" representing the present and the "No Life Sutra" representing the future, it is also known in the world.

Among them, the "Amitabha Sutra" is the supreme technique for cultivating the soul, the "Tathagata Sutra" is the way of martial arts and immortals, and the "No Life Sutra" is the most mysterious and unpredictable.

According to the rumors, the three volumes are combined into one, and if you understand it thoroughly, you can transcend the sea of ​​suffering in the world and truly reach the other shore.

Lin Yi just finished reading the scriptures of the Amitabha Sutra. He closed his eyes, and golden words flashed across the sea of ​​consciousness, and a great Buddha of the past appeared in the depths of his soul.

Just like in the scriptures, the sun and the moon shine, hanging in the void.

Lin Yi's mind was suddenly extremely peaceful, and he felt the endless void, the sky and the earth were big, and I was allowed to roam.

"The life of the past, the light of the past, and the appearance of the past are eternal in the void. They are immortal, and the past is immeasurable. No magical power can change what has happened."

The beautiful words expounding the meaning of the "past" in the Amitabha Sutra and the profound thoughts are rippling in Lin Yi's heart. These profound thoughts are entangled in his soul, wanting to merge with him.

But Lin Yi personally experienced the mystery of "Dream Returning Immortal Art" in the world of fairy sword, the past will never change, this is relative, not absolute.

Lin Yi's mind is detached from the great Buddha in the past, and a long river of time running through the past, present, and future comes into view.

Although it was only a moment, the Wuji immortal energy in his body was already consumed.

Lin Yi lay weakly on the ground, motionless, if not for his breath, he would be no different from a dead person.

After a long time, he finally regained some strength and struggled to sit up.

After putting away the past Amitabha Sutras, Lin Yi took a few pills that could help restore strength, and then he felt better.

"I didn't expect to come into contact with the river of time this time. Although I only saw it once, it was still a great harvest."

Lin Yi felt very happy in his heart. In a sense, the long river of time is synonymous with the sea of ​​suffering. If he wants to transcend the sea of ​​suffering, reach the other shore, and prove the Dao, he must constantly fight against the long river of time.

"Although this level is still far away from me, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, and a monk who doesn't want to become a Taoist fruit is not a good monk. My generation of monks, what I want is a long-term vision and eternal immortality."

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Time flies, Lin Yi has lived in the valley of the West Mountain for more than half a month.

He has sorted the books in the library cave by category.

These days, Tu Lao devoted himself to practicing Zhou Tian Qi Refining Method, and he didn't care about managing these little foxes, so he could only ask Lin Yi to take care of them.

The old fox has already practiced Taoism to the point of day travel. He can get out of his body during the day and is not afraid of the sun.

In just half a month, 81 acupoints on the body of the fox have been initially opened up, and I am working hard to cultivate other acupoints, hoping to transform into a human being as soon as possible.

After the group of little foxes got the blessing of the "onomatopoeia", they chattered non-stop all day long. Later, Lin Yi thought of a trick, and they survived.

It's freezing cold, and the dripping water turns into ice, but the stone room where the foxes in the valley live is warm.

Because at the entrance of the stone chamber, a cotton curtain was hung to keep out the cold wind.In the room, several charcoal fires in large copper basins were lit.

There are several fist-sized openings on both sides of the entire stone chamber, which seem to have been dug by hand.The chisel was ingeniously cut, allowing the light to come in, and breathable, but not airtight.

Lin Yi was sitting in front of the stone room reading a book.

On the other side, Xiao Sang led two other little white foxes named Xiao Shu and Xiao Fei, and they were cleaning up around a big clay pot, which exuded a smell of chicken.

They are stewing chicken.

The chicken is the best pheasant. It eats pine nuts in the mountains. The stewed aroma has the fragrance of pine nuts.

This is the pheasant that the foxes caught in the mountains, and they said it was for Lin Yi's meal.

The stone chamber stores grain, oil, salt, firewood, rice, sauce and vinegar and other seasonings.

After living in the valley for a few days, Lin Yi knew that this group of foxes had completely escaped the life of beasts that eat their fur and drink their blood. They not only read and practiced calligraphy, but also learned the human language, planted, cooked, ate oil and salt, and slept in the cave. The beds are made, and they are cleaned every day, showered, and everything is kept clean.

There are several smaller rooms at the other end of the stone room. In the rooms, some foxes are lazily sleeping on the ground, looking lazy.

Although a nest of foxes lived in the cave, it didn't smell fishy at all, and it didn't affect Lin Yi's reading.

Lin Yi is a fast reader and does not seek deep understanding. He is not one of those scholars who are studying and preparing for the number one examination. He pays more attention to the local customs, myths and legends, and historical context.

Read thousands of books first, then travel thousands of miles.The unity of knowledge and action, to prove my way.

This is the practice.

After reading a book, Lin Yi closed the book, put it on the table beside him, and then ate a peanut on the plate on the table. His mouth was full of crunchy fragrance, and it still tasted familiar. It was so good.

"Xiao Sang, have all three of you cultivated true energy?" Lin Yi said, looking at the three busy little foxes on the other side.

Xiao Sang came over, hugged Lin Yi's thigh with her two front paws, and said pitifully, "Sir, Xiaoshu is playful and hasn't cultivated true energy yet, can you help her once? Xiaoshu This time, it took a lot of effort to catch the pheasant."

Another little white fox ran over and also hugged Lin Yi's thigh, but couldn't speak.

Although the onomatopoeia talisman is just a low-level talisman, it still needs real energy to activate it.

After Lin Yi got Mr. Tu's consent, in order to urge the little foxes to practice Qi, he dissipated the true energy left in the "onomatopoeia". Or beg Lin Yi to show mercy.

For the little foxes, talking in human language is like getting [-] points in an elementary school exam. It is a matter of face.

The Tushan clan of pure foxes who live in seclusion in the valley, the most outstanding of the next generation are the three little foxes, Xiaosang, Xiaoshu, and Xiaofei. Now the other two have cultivated true energy, and only Xiaoshu is left behind for playing. I can no longer speak human words.

It's like getting 99 points in a regular exam, but this time you got [-] points in the exam. The difference of one point is a world of difference.

At this time, Xiao Fei brought over the chicken soup, held it up high, and looked at the three little clever ghosts, Lin Yi smiled and said to Xiao Shu: "This time it's for Xiao Sang and Xiao Fei's sake." Come on, help me. There will be no next time."

After speaking, he injected a burst of true energy into Xiaoshu's body.

"Thank you sir." The three little foxes said in unison.

(End of this chapter)