Great Dao Ji

A thousand years at a glance.

The eyes were gentle and peaceful, and as deep as the abyss, and they immediately occupied An Qisheng's entire perspective.

At this moment, An Qisheng felt that this gaze occupied his entire world!

He could actually discover my existence?

I don’t even know what kind of state I am in now, but he can actually find out?

How is this possible?

According to his speculation, his ability is just to be able to contact the spiritual imprints left by all living beings in the past and present, and understand their state at that time.

How could it be discovered?

Could it be that I had made a mistake in my calculation, that my spirit could really transcend domains and last for eternity, and have a dream that lasts for thousands of years?

Have you really come a thousand years ago?

An Qisheng's heart was beating wildly, spinning a thousand times at once, and countless thoughts came to him.

I was confused for a while.

It wasn't that he wasn't determined enough, it was just that this scene was too shocking.

Fortunately, he saw a saint like Wang Yangming. If he were an unparalleled demon, wouldn't he be in danger?

"Maybe it's not me he noticed? No, no, I can feel that he is looking at me."

An Qisheng calmed down and managed to put his messy thoughts in order.

He wanted to speak, but he couldn't speak in this state. He wanted to show up, but he couldn't show up in this state.

I could only stare blankly.

We really met after thousands of years. It seemed like a refutation, but it really happened.

Within the window paper with flickering lights, figures moved.

squeak~

As soon as the window opened, the breeze blew into the house, swaying like a bean light.

At this time, An Qisheng finally saw the true face of this first-class person throughout the ages, the last saint of Daxuan.

He was dressed simply, and his body was a little thin under the brown clothes. His long gray hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. His clear face and ordinary features were the only ones, in the night, from An Qisheng's perspective.

Like the sun and the moon, like the vast ocean, like the boundless universe.

Unfathomable.

When he saw him, An Qisheng's heart suddenly calmed down completely, as if the warm winter sun was shining on his body, making him feel comfortable, peaceful and relaxed.

The deeds of this Yangming saint came to mind again.

It is recorded in unofficial history that Mr. Yangming's spirit has already reached the level of an ancient sage, and he can even predict the fate of the country and peer into the future.

if this is true

"The seventh realm, this must be the seventh realm!"

An Qisheng felt enlightened.

"It turns out he is still a little friend."

The breeze blew through his hair, Wang Yangming nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving An Qisheng, as if he really saw this 'guest' from later generations.

His eyes were clear, without any curiosity, only a hint of joy.

"He didn't seem surprised by my arrival."

An Qisheng changed his mind.

He wanted to speak, but at this time he was just an illusory and unknowable thing, unable to master such an advanced skill as pronunciation.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yangming at the table in the room seemed to hear An Qisheng's thoughts and replied:

"My little friend is far away from me in spirit, but it's not surprising that he can come to see me."

"There is no reason outside my heart, and there is nothing outside my heart. Everything outside of heaven and earth is in my heart. When you come, I don't have you in my heart. When you come, you are at ease in my heart."

Wang Yangming looked calm:

"If I can't see, hear, or notice, have you never been here? Didn't you exist?"

But little friend, don’t panic too much. Just because I know you’re coming doesn’t mean I can hurt you.

"Can Mr. Yangming hear my voice?"

An Qisheng's calm state of mind started to beat again.

What Wang Yangming said seemed aimless, but in fact it pointed out many thoughts and questions that had been running through his mind before.

"It is not difficult to understand when you think about it with your whole heart and know it with your whole heart. Communication between people still requires language, words, and heart-to-heart communication, but these are not needed."

Wang Yangming's voice sounded.

An Qisheng discovered that when his voice sounded, he actually did not speak at all, and it was not a voice!

This seems to be somewhat similar to the legendary Buddhist magical power of mind-to-heart connection.

"Supernatural powers? What are supernatural powers? If few people can do walking, sitting, lying down, and all seemingly habitual things, are they also supernatural powers?"

Wang Yangming had stood up at some point and was walking slowly in the room.

When he stood up, An Qisheng saw that the saint's body was already very weak and he was stumbling a little.

If you just look at this scene, he is really an ordinary old man.

But in An Qisheng's feeling, the old man's body was emitting a pure light that could not be looked directly at.

Light of the soul?

A word suddenly popped out in An Qisheng's mind.

"It's not easy for you and me to meet each other, but we are destined to meet each other. I know a lot from you. If you have any questions, I may be able to answer them."

The old man walked slowly and hard, as if every step required a lot of effort.

So much so that he was breathless while speaking.

It is extremely unbelievable that such a state appears in a being who is very likely to cross the road ahead.

Inadvertently, An Qisheng thought of what Xue Zheng once said.

Heaven and earth can carry the soul of a saint, but the worldly material cannot support the old man's life in this world?

Doesn’t that mean that the higher the realm, the shorter the existence?

So countless talented people throughout the ages have pursued their own path, are they seeking their own death?

"I"

An Qisheng's heart was in shock.

From Taoist Juechen, Xue Zheng, Mu Longcheng, all the great masters he has seen, needless to say good and evil, are all unparalleled figures who have reached the extreme.

If they were told that the path forward they were pursuing so hard would be a dead end.

So what?

"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening."

As soon as An Qisheng's thoughts arose, the old man stopped and cast his warm eyes down into the courtyard with a hint of sigh:

"I already know all your questions, and I can answer all your doubts."

“The road ahead may not be as beautiful as you think, and perhaps, this road should not be left behind.

But while I continue to be a saint, I also want to teach a new saint.”

The old man opened the door and walked into the courtyard, where the night wind blew through the branches.

The sound of 'squeaking' and the old man's voice were transmitted into An Qisheng's heart:

"For an old tree to reach the sky, its roots must be deeper. If the roots reach the center of the earth, even if the sky is infinite, the branches and leaves cannot reach any higher."

"You have to remember"

Under the old tree, the old man stood with his hands behind his back. His thin body was extremely tall in An Qisheng's heart, almost as tall as the sky:

"Go, go!"

As the old man flicked his sleeves, An Qisheng felt that from his perspective, the heaven and earth melted, the ancient city collapsed, the house, old trees, lights, and the old man

One by one they disappeared.

Huh~

In the small hotel next to the train station, An Qisheng suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.

"call"

An Qisheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

After calming down, he picked up the yellowed ancient scroll spread out in front of him. The ancient scroll was still there, but the spiritual imprint on it had dissipated.

"Mr. Yangming, you haven't said anything yet."

An Qisheng smiled bitterly.

You said you could clear up my confusion, but you actually said

The mental imprint captured in his perspective has disappeared.

This means that it is impossible for him to visit Mr. Yangming again in his dream.

"Mr. Yangming said he wanted to clear up my doubts. It is absolutely impossible for a person like him to lie to me."

An Qisheng felt something in his heart and unconsciously rubbed the ancient scroll in his palm:

"So"

Lowering his head and looking at the yellowed ancient inscriptions on the ancient scroll, a strange thought suddenly arose in his mind:

Could this book be left to me by Mr. Yangming? ! !