Great Dao Ji

Looking around, An Qisheng's eyes were cold.

Perhaps all of these cultivators in the sky were once human beings, but now how many of them are human beings and how many are ghosts?

Natural selection, survival of the fittest, is the way of heaven.

Just as wolves eat sheep and sheep eat grass, there is no absolute right or wrong.

But sheep eating sheep is different.

This is the reason why even now, he cannot truly integrate into the Huangtian Realm.

If you want to cultivate your body, you must first cultivate your mind.

Only when the mind has something to hold on to can bear the weight of practice, the Tao is ethereal, Buddha talks about compassion, Confucianism teaches about governing the world, and all the ways of practice are also held by the heart.

If the mind has no persistence, all paths will be like castles in the air, which will eventually collapse.

This is the so-called holding of one thought, the key to sanctification.

An Qisheng has lived two lives, traveled across three realms, and practiced countless classic martial arts, as well as countless boxing and magic skills. The one who had the greatest influence on him was Wang Yangming.

The inheritance of mind science is not a substantive method of practice, and its meaning may not be higher than other ways.

For An Qisheng, it is a seed, a seed that best suits him.

Nowadays, he has no longer followed the path of learning by heart, but the unity of knowledge and action can be used in all ways.

If you don't like it but ignore it, how can you say that knowledge and action are one?

What do you mean by having clear thoughts?

Who doesn’t deserve to live?

Many real people around him were stunned, and they were secretly surprised. Could it be that there was someone present who had offended him?

Some people are uneasy and vaguely feel that something big is going to happen.

"What does Master An mean?"

Old Dao Tianji's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had guessed something.

An Qisheng didn't answer, but with a thought, the ground beneath his feet shook, the soil rolled, and an altar broke out of the ground, rising hundreds of feet into the sky.

Bear his body.

This altar is made of mud and stone, but it is the same as the original one.

He stood on top of it, his calmed breath rising like the rising sun. It seemed that he was not injured at all after a big battle. His weakness made everyone secretly shocked.

Taoist Tianji and Monk Ruyi's expressions remained unchanged, but they also had a lot of thoughts in their hearts.

"Since you are here to attend the Wanfa Conference, there is no need to leave in a hurry."

After saying that, An Qisheng raised his hand.

Boom!

Just a loud noise was heard, the earth rolled, the soil was like waves, like an earth dragon turning over.

Earthen altars rose up from the ruins one after another. They were still in their original position and style. The only difference was that there were no runes on them and there was no connection between them.

With Qi Seed, changing the landform with a snap of the fingers is a basic operation, but setting up the formation is not that easy.

Of course, there is no need to set up a formation.

Amid the surprised and uncertain gazes of everyone, An Qisheng sat down, put his hands on his knees, and spoke slowly:

"sit."

Although it was just a plain word, it seemed to be just the tone of the host welcoming guests.

But under his power of killing Taoist Tianyi, many real people did not dare to neglect him.

However, he couldn't help but hesitate in his heart, and he couldn't help but look at the Taoist priest Tianji with fluttering robes and immortal demeanor.

Old Taoist Tianji pinched his white beard and thought a lot in his heart, but he still smiled faintly, stepped onto the altar, and sat down cross-legged:

"Since Taoist An is interested in this, I will naturally accompany him."

"Amitabha."

Monk Ruyi clasped his hands together and sat down in an obedient manner. The great monks behind him hesitated for a moment and then slowly sat down.

Seeing that the two masters of the Yuan Shen level had already sat down, the others naturally no longer hesitated and took their seats one after another.

After a while, those who had not yet sat down were already many Taoists taught by God's will.

These Taoists looked at each other and wanted to retreat, but under the gaze of the three real Yuanshen, they were in a dilemma. Even the two great masters Yi Gong and Jiuyan did not dare to do so.

"How dare you disobey the real person's request!"

It was Xiao Feng who gritted his teeth and stepped onto the altar.

The other Taoists had ugly faces and stood on the altar one by one in silence.

The host and guest have changed their positions, and they have no choice but to obey.

"What do fellow Taoists want?"

Many people sat down, but the first person to speak was Ruyi Monk.

"I heard that the convening of the Ten Thousand Dharma Conference is still the master's intention?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved and he looked at the old monk with a golden body.

He also has a fragment of the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra in the Tathagata Academy, and he knows a lot about this technique.

Therefore, the sect's martial arts are extremely yang and strong, and the people in Tathagata's monastery act the toughest, and there are many great monks who get into fights if they disagree with each other.

This wishful monk is the weird one among them.

When he was young, he was extremely strong, and if he saw anything that didn't go his way, he would turn into a mighty heavenly dragon and strike out with the Tathagata Seal.

But since he also practiced Prajna, his character has undergone earth-shaking changes.

If not, it would have been impossible for him to live in Qingdu City with the Tianyi Sect and live in peace for decades.

"good."

Ruyi Monk took a deep look at An Qisheng.

He had never seen this white-clothed Taoist's skills before, and everything he saw was mysterious. Even with his eyesight, he couldn't tell whether the white-clothed Taoist was injured at this time.

"I originally wanted to compete with Taoist Tianyi, but at this time, it is no longer necessary."

Ruyi monk shook his head slightly, with a calm expression:

"If fellow Taoists are interested in the position of national master, you can take it."

"good."

Taoist Tianji also nodded slightly in agreement.

The two great masters of the Yuanshen level seemed to have no objection, and the other many real people, the real person who passed the tribulation, naturally had no objection.

Many people even echoed and expressed their agreement.

The vast majority of practitioners only seek to be free and unrestrained, and only a few are willing to be bound by the court.

"That's good."

An Qisheng was not surprised at all, nor did he refuse.

He nodded and accepted the position of the national teacher under the gaze of many people.

The atmosphere eased, and many people breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this Yuanshen real person also came for the position of national teacher.

In this way, there was no conflict with most of them.

The faces of many Taoists in Tianyi Sect were also ugly, but they did not dare to say anything else. Without Tianyi Real Person, they faced the current situation, even if they wanted to do something, they were powerless.

For a time, there was a compliment on the Wanfa Altar, and the atmosphere was happy for a while.

Of course, many people also cared about Tianyi Sect.

However, since Tianji Taoist didn't speak, they naturally didn't have the idea of ​​forcing themselves to stand out. After all, the change of state religion was the most cruel, and Tianyi Sect would inevitably face a great purge from the white-clothed Yuanshen Zhenren.

"All Taoist friends are equipped with extraordinary skills and magical powers. I am quite interested in them."

Without paying any attention to the changes in the minds of many people, An Qisheng turned his eyes and looked at an old lady in red on the altar not far away:

"The Wu family's soul-controlling insects have opened my eyes."

His voice was calm, and it seemed that he praised from the heart.

"Hmm?"

Old Mrs. Wu was distressed that the soul-controlling insects were damaged. When she heard An Qisheng's praise, she felt relieved, just like drinking a bowl of sour plum soup in the dog days of summer.

Everyone likes to hear good words, and everyone likes compliments.

Old Mrs. Wu is naturally no exception. If someone else said this, she might not care much, but the praise of a Yuanshen Zhenren, that's different.

"No, no. The Immortal has great magical powers and boundless magic power. How can such a small trick be worthy of praise from the Immortal?"

Old Lady Wu grinned, and densely packed soul-controlling insects could be seen on her dark teeth:

Old Lady Wu was quite happy, but others were secretly a little surprised.

The soul-controlling insects are indeed among the top 100 fierce creatures on the list of alien insects. Even the great Immortals who have passed the tribulation are afraid of them, but they should not be in the eyes of the Immortal Yuanshen.

The old Taoist Tianji stroked his beard, as if he saw something, and a light of incomprehensible meaning flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"But I don't know how these soul-controlling insects were cultivated?"

An Qisheng asked again.

Old Lady Wu did not hesitate to hear this and grinned and said:

"It's not that complicated. Since ancient times, Wuzhou has been close to Wanzang Mountain and there are many poisonous insects. The number of these soul-controlling insects was very small at first, and it was difficult for them to survive. Only occasionally could one or two survive on the corpses of humans and animals.

Compared with many poisonous insects, it is not worth mentioning.

It was many ancestors of my Wu family who saw the potential of these soul-controlling insects. They have been constantly exploring and cultivating for more than a thousand years, and only then have they reached their current scale. How much hardship has been involved.

Even now, only a few thousand are born in a mass grave every year, which is not as big as a baby's little finger.

If it weren't for the inheritance of the twenty mass graves of my Wu family for many years, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to gather this body of soul-controlling insects."

As she said this, Old Lady Wu sighed and lamented the difficulty of practicing.

"Amitabha."

The monk Ruyi chanted the Buddha's name again and shook his head gently:

"To eat the spirit, blood and soul of a person is against the way of heaven and humanity."

"Master, you are wrong. Existence is reasonable. This world is not the world of humans, but the world of all spirits. People eat everything, and everything eats people. What's wrong with that?"

Old Mrs. Wu looked respectful, but she didn't agree in her heart:

"Besides, although my Wu family has accumulated 20 mass graves for thousands of years, the people in them were not killed by us, but the bodies of people who died suddenly all over the world collected by my Wu family!

It is harmless to the way of heaven and worthy of humanity."

"I'm afraid it's not?"

Xiao Feng couldn't help but sneer :

"The blood souls eaten by this soul-controlling insect must be people who died suddenly, and they carry a murderous aura, so that people from your Wu family cannot take action and can only secretly guide others to take action?"

"Nonsense!"

Old Mrs. Wu's turbid eyes widened and she snorted coldly:

"How dare an old dog who has lost his home slander the good name of my Wu family!"

"Hahaha."

Xiao Feng laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes. He pointed around and said:

"Master An, the evil done by these people around you is not much less than that of my Tianyi Sect! If you destroy my Tianyi Sect, you might as well kill them all!"

No one present, including the old Taoist Tianji, knows An Qisheng better than Xiao Feng.

He knows very well about Liang Dan and other Jiuzhou affairs, and his efforts to subdue demons and eliminate evil spirits along the way.

He also knows that the reason why he had a grudge with Tianyi Sect was because he refined blood pills for the old emperor!

"Looking for death!"

Old Lady Wu was furious, and a buzzing sound came from her body, as if countless soul-controlling insects were about to rise up.

"What a good one, not harming the way of heaven, and not ashamed of humanity!"

An Qisheng nodded, and sighed as if he agreed:

"Well said,

very well."

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