Talisman Emperor

Experience is a process of quest.

Previously, little ants were as simple as a blank sheet of paper, ignorant and fearless in search of the meaning of existence.

And after a lot of wind and rain, the little ants already know how to think, they know how to practice, and they need to go to the "worshipper” first.

In order to be a "worshipper," you must first find a teacher who is willing to preach for you.

So the little ants started their journey to find a teacher.

But it never occurred to him, who would take an ant for an apprentice in this world?

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Looking for a teacher.

The dining room is open, the stars are moonlit, and in ancient times, a small ant clings forward and never retreats.

On this day, the little ants struggled to climb through a snowy rocky field and were almost swept away by the snow on several occasions.

Ultimately, when it lay beneath the stem leaves of a purple wind grass, it couldn't help but faint.

Little ants had a dream.

In the dream, it hears a voice calling it all the time —— "How can it fall if it hasn't reached far away? Get up! You can't sleep anymore, or you'll never be as bright as a meteor...”

Meteor?

In a blurred consciousness, the little ant, not knowing where the strength came from, woke up from a coma, sweeping around, taking a deep breath, once again taking painful and exhausting steps, climbing forward a little bit.

Behind him, a purple wind grass swayed in the snow, watching the little ant walk away one step at a time, muttering like a blessing: "It is already a miracle that the lowlife, stick to it and die in pursuit, even if he dies. ”

Taihua Mountain.

The mountain is 90,000 yards tall, and Wei Weixiang is an asshole.

At the top of Taihua Mountain, a green peach tree stood, swallowed the essence of the sun and moon for many years, ate the Qi of Yunxia, experienced the four great days of wind, fire, thunder and Ze without dying, eventually enlightened, feathers turned into the Fairy Spirit of Gedo, sealed as "Qingxiaozi”.

Qingxiaozi Proving Success, imitating heavenly sainthood, with his own strength, opened the way to teach the spirits of Taihua Mountain.

After thousands of years of cultivation, the name of Qingxiaozi has spread around Taihua Mountain, and many living spirits have honored it as a superior master.

On this day, the evening is steaming and the sea of clouds is gorgeous.

As soon as Qingxiao attacked the robe and sat on top of the dojo, his eyes swept through the spirits sitting around the dojo, even as he began to teach the dojo.

“In the so-called Dao, all beings can obtain it. However, if there is a lack of avenues, generations without roots, without wisdom and without spirituality, the magic of Dao cannot be enlightened. ”

The sound of the rollers was glamorous, ringing all over the dojo, “It's like this summer bug, born in the heat of heat, died in the heat of heat. In this life, I don't know what ice and snow are. The so-called summer bug can't speak ice, so is the practice of enlightenment. The generations without roots, wisdom and spirituality are like this summer bug. ”

It is very confusing to hear that many living beings think about it and that only one ant shakes its tentacles.

The character of the roller, not to mention a tiny ant, was clearly seen by him at first sight.

With a smile, he pinched the little ant between his fingers and said to the spirits: “You see, this ant is the meanest generation in the world, and now comes to listen to this missionary teaching. Although this heart is commendable, unfortunately, it has no roots, no wisdom, even spirituality is dull and mediocre, like that summer worm, this life is destined for no reason. ”

He said, his fingertips bounced gently, and the little ant flew out when he landed. He was thrown in the clouds from afar and swept away by a gust of wind.

At this moment, little ants cannot speak of anger, frustration and disappointment.

It thought that the green roller on Taihua Mountain was a high-profile man, so it traveled many days and nights before finally reaching the summit of Taihua Mountain.

Who thought that it did not find a preacher, but was ruthlessly humiliated by the rollers in front of the spirits, did not even give it a chance to rebut, and flew his finger off the dojo and expelled him from Mount Taihua!

Perhaps the roller didn't think there was anything wrong with hurting an ant, or maybe he never put an ant in his heart.

But his behavior and words are certainly a heartless trample and blow for little ants!

The mountain breeze whistled and whimpered.

You can hear a little laughter coming from the distant altar.

Are they... laughing at themselves too?

Little ants are cold and feel an incredible sense of loneliness and anger from the inside out.

It bites its teeth and says to itself, “One day, be sure to tell those who have ignored and humiliated themselves who are the poor summer bugs! ”

Leaving Mount Taihua, the little ants moved on again.

From the moment it leaves the nest, it has endured many doubts and ridicules along the way. The words and behavior of the rollers, though abhorrent, do not discourage the little ants. But how can it be defeated by this damage if it is to become more brilliant than a meteor?

“Little ants, too, dare to seek a way to practice? If it's not easy to miss you all the way, make sure to erase you in the blink of an eye, leave quickly, and do not desecrate my way! ”

“You go, though all life is Turin, but your qualifications are too mediocre and dull for monasticism. ”

“Ha ha ha, little ants, also learned to practice asking, it's ridiculous. ”

“Humph! If you are accepted as an apprentice and the world laughs in vain, go, there is no reason for you. ”

The little ant never thought that in the years after leaving Taihua Mountain, he prayed again and again, but every time he was ruthlessly rejected, he suffered from unknown white eyes and sneers, not to mention disappointment and pain many times.

A single blow may not be enough to despair the little ant, but more often than not, even the little ant begins to doubt himself.

Can't you really practise yourself?

What the hell is this?

These doubts are like sharp blades, ruthlessly stinging and torturing little ants, burning them all.

The heavens and the earth are so big, there is no way to find your own way?

Little ants, helpless, disappointed, and painful, are like lost souls, walking nightmares in the heavens and the earth.

No comfort, no encouragement, no one pays attention to the pain and confusion inside an ant.

This is the situation of the humble. It is only an ant. Who cares about its joy?

Until later, the little ant even started to throw itself away, couldn't find its target, couldn't see the moment it became a brilliant meteor, suddenly wanting to die like this, at least without having to endure inner pain and dissatisfaction.

There is no greater sorrow than death.

And that's when the little ants that were on the verge of collapse met someone.

On that day, the rain was pouring and the thunder clouds were pouring.

Little ants were soaked by cold storms, swept uncontrollably across the earth, exhausted and painful, and at that moment erupted like a whole bunch, allowing little ants to smell death for the first time.

It even knew soberly that it was destined to die this time, but it was no longer willing to struggle, waiting silently in its heart.

It was also at that moment that a cold and endless voice sounded in the thunderstorm: “What kind of sacred wisdom, even if it is beyond five lines, has no means to go to heaven, but as long as it disregards the spirits of all beings, tramples on the fairness of order, turns black and white, and does not know good or evil, it must bear the judgment of the revolution! ”

That voice, so resolute, so loud, like the Nine Heavens of Dragons, so turbulent to heaven and earth.

The little ant, whose heart was already silent, somehow felt a glimmer of trembling poppy, couldn't help but open its eyes and see an unforgettable picture of the world ——

A great shadow on the shore, standing above the void, like supporting the ridge of the heavenly dome, there is an indescribable gesture, as if, as long as he wishes, neither heaven nor earth can block its footsteps, the avenue can only bow down!

Across this great shore is the gods of heaven!

Jin Hui was like rain, the sounds of the Taoists were roaring, and the gods of the heavens seemed to emerge from the legend, unlike the world could possess, each so majestic, so horrible.

Compared to them, the little ants suddenly discovered that many of the high practitioners they had met before were so embarrassed and so bleak.

Characters like Skylark can't even stand in situations like this!

In the days to come, the little ants finally knew that the great shore man who appeared that day was the third great underworld emperor to reign.

The angels that appeared that day were the culprits of the repression of the third god of the unseen!

When that shocking showdown broke out, the little ant could no longer see anything, could no longer hear anything, and the power of terror came, making it suspect that it would die in the wave of this showdown.

But it wasn't until after this shocking showdown, which lasted seven days and seven nights, that little ants found themselves alive.

“I didn't expect an ant to give me a ride before I died. Little guy, live well. If there is a chance for a turn back in the future, I shall drink with you and get drunk. ”

A voices filled with detachment rang in his heart, and the little ants glanced up and looked up, but saw only a ruined, bloody heaven and earth.

This is not spiritual, but it is stronger than spirits. It burns the blood of small ants, and there is an unspeakable exaggeration in the mind.

For the first time in my life, a little ant is invited by a big man like the legendary Great Shore to share a drink! Even after this invitation, I'm afraid it will be difficult to fulfill, but... the little ants will remember and will never forget.

Live!

Not only must we live well, but we must live brighter than a meteor!

Little ants set foot in a ruined heaven and earth, watching the void stained with blood and unprecedented firmness in their hearts.

However, passion will never solve reality.

Returning to reality, the little ants once again embarked on a slim and uncertain journey forward, walking alone in the midst of the candles.

Cold-eyed, ridiculed, struck, humiliated, trampled… For small, humble ants, the path to questioning is always full of ruggedness and waves.

But it will no longer be beaten down, and its heart is stronger and stronger than ever before.

The star shifts, alternating day and night.

Not knowing how long later, the little ant suddenly finds himself getting old, and every step is not as light and firm as it used to be, but rather shaky and heavy.

Old?

Inside the little ant there is a complication that cannot be said, it does not lose to itself, but seems to lose in front of time...

It's not too sad, it's silent, it's moving on.

Even in old age, even if the power of life gradually passes away, death is on the way to claim!

And it's enough to see if it can be brighter than a meteor, and the little ants have been calm for a long time, and the road is there, and they've been asking for it, and they haven't backed down.

This evening, the already old little ant finally couldn't hold on, stopping and resting in front of a green tree.

It looked at the distant road, without blurring and loss, without regret and helplessness, but only in peace.

At a young age, it knew nothing, like a blank piece of paper, and left the nest fearlessly, unwilling to live in mediocrity, unwilling to die suddenly.

Then, it has been on the road, thorning, experiencing the wind and rain, accustomed to the wind and clouds changing, accustomed to the uncertainty of the world, and tasted a lot of cold eyes and ridicule.

It moved forward silently in a single blow, lonely but not wandering.

It knows what it wants, and it's happy for everything it sees along the way, something that other ants don't understand at all.

For example, practice.

Even if the little ant hasn't practiced yet, it knows it exists and is searching tirelessly!

“The morning heard that evening death was enough. I have now seen a change in the world. The heavens and the earth are volatile. Although they are on the brink of cultivation, there is no regret. ”

Little ants murmur softly, even their voices grow old, adding a smell that can only be precipitated by suffering.

Read all the world's hearts and minds, do not bear the boulevard, do not bear your own!

“Little ant, are you asking for the Avenue as well as I am? ”

All of a sudden, the green tree on one side made a sound, with a delightful smell, as if it had found a fellow human.

“Mmm.”

The little ant looked at the green tree around him and listened to the vision and desire for practice that had come out of his voice. Between the trances, the little ant seemed to see himself, and he couldn't help but say, "Yeah, it's just that I'm going to get old soon, and it's going to be hard to move on, Tree, you have to work hard, the years are ruthless, and don't lose in front of time like me. ”

Green Tree curious: “Little ant, you seem to have been through a lot, can you tell me about it? ”

And the little ant laughed, "Sure. ”

So, the little ant comes with a memorable mood, and he walks away from the nest with everything he's been through.

Without adding any oil and vinegar, but the green tree hears the shaking of the mind, and for a long time, how could it have thought that the path of an ant would be so calm and rugged?

It wasn't until the sun broke down and the earth was stained with a flaming orange red color that the little ants told about their experiences.

Green Tree was silent for a long time, and said: "Little ant, you can't even defeat you, I'm sure you can defeat time. ”

After a pause, it continued: "Not to mention, you've been through a lot, but you've seen a lot of landscapes, the heavens and the earth that no other ant can see. ”

The little ant laughed proudly: "This is nature, and I never regret running away from home, nor do I hate the pain and suffering I've endured along the way. ”

The green tree suddenly asked, "Ant, do you have a name? ”

The little ant stunned and shook his head for a while: "No. ”

Green tree stretches out a green branch leaf and gently touches the little ant. “Pedestrian without frontiers, you go all the way, never step back, why don't you call the pedestrian? ”

Pedestrians?

The little ant seemed to be touched, and it took a while to nod, “Fine, I like that name. By the way, do you have a name? ”

Green Tree said: "You can call me lush. ”

The sky?

The little ant laughed: "Good name! ”

Green Tree laughed too.

Little ants did not find that, under the touch of the green branch leaf of the lush tree, a clear and luminous divine glow quietly poured into its body, giving life to its old, almost oily body.

“Pedestrians, if you can't find your way, why don't you go out and open a path yourself? ”

Green Tree asked.

“Open the avenue? I don't even know how easy this is to talk about. ”

Little ants shook their heads.

Green Tree said: “I don't know either, but I know where my path is, maybe you can learn from me. ”

And the little ant said, “Have you seen your way? ”

Green Tree said: "Yes, my path is hidden in my body. Look at my stems and branches, all branded with the signs of the Avenue of Heaven. When I enlighten and control them all, they can truly remain immortal. ”

The little ant shook his heart and looked closely at the leaves of the green tree, and found many mysterious textures.

Those textures seem unusual, can be looked at carefully, but they are full of unspeakable flavors, unspeakable.

Between the trances, the little ants seemed to see traces of the “way”, perceived the Zen rhyme of the way, and suddenly became obsessed there.

It forgot the day, the land, it forgot itself, it forgot even the passage of time, it didn't know about hunger, it didn't know about hardship.

Cold and hot, spring and autumn.

Hundreds of years later, the little ants were like a sculpture, motionless and covered with a thick layer of ash.

Little ants didn't find themselves dead hundreds of years later.

Nor did it find that the green trees around it had thrived and grown, becoming quite bright and green, and the branches were bright and green with mysterious rhymes.

Boom!

On this day, a sudden, violent shock sounded, completely awakening the little ant.