"I really know my own suffering."
Miss Tianmo said here, turned her head and grimaced at the queen: "A little bit!"
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Gods also suffer, and practice is never exception.
Ancient monks entered the mountain gate.
He went out at the age of three and returned thirty-seven.
When I returned, my hometown was gone, and the water spread across the river embankment, and the fertile fields turned into mud, and dragons lived in large marsh.
The monk was furious and drew his sword to kill the dragon.
After a bloody battle, the monk killed the dragon and the big siege, and the dragon blood splattered everywhere, attracting countless wild beasts to swallow it.
The monk looked around and saw that the mountains and rivers around him were all occupied by people with horns and horns.
He was confused and the monk was able to return to the mountain gate.
If you ask the master, can you tell me if there is a disaster at the foot of the mountain?
Master replied: We are waiting for our practice just to become an immortal. The world is rolling in, what does it have to do with us?
The monk angrily said: Are immortals humans?
It was early morning when the monk entered the mountain, which was the time for early reading in the mountain.
The monks left the mountain, and the sunlight had reached the top. Under the scorching sun, a group of thirty-seven people came out of the mountain, drew their swords to pacify the demons in Shu.
Treat disasters and alleviate floods.
Conquering the gods and shocking the demons.
In a blink of an eye, seventeen years have passed, and only seven people left the monks.
Great rule in Shu.
Farmland is everywhere and the mountains and fields are intersecting with the mountain streams.
I heard people laughing in my ears, and saw tall buildings rising one after another, and there were smoke from thousands of families to offer countless Taoist people who were born.
However, at this time, local officials came to the door and wanted to worship as an immortal master, raise it with incense from thousands of families, and seek protection of the people.
Can you get it?
Do you know?
Ten years have passed.
A lazy man wants to marry a beautiful wife and comes to ask for justice.
The ugly woman wanted to marry a wealthy woman and came to her house to cry.
The rich man wanted to win the official women and gave them a lot of money.
Officials want to make royal relatives and are willing to spend a lot of money.
He said to the immortal master and worshipped the gods in his heart.
When the Taoist saw this, he was confused.
The master said, "The world is rolling, and it is buried in the drizzle."
Since then, the monk has achieved sudden enlightenment and wants to enter the mountain to seek the master's resolution. Who would have thought that the fairy mountain that day has only pavilions and pavilions left long ago disappeared.
Seeing this, the monk's heart was in trouble, and he would retreat to the deep mountains for a while.
Thirty years have passed.
During this period, the monks also followed good relationships like their masters and continued to incense for their own Taoist veins.
The world is rolling, and there is chaos in the world.
There were barbarians invading the north, and they would kill people when they got them, and they would do all kinds of evil.
The troops invaded Hanzhong.
The disciples of the monks were furious when they saw this. After killing the thief, they returned to the mountain to question the monks:
Can the Master know about the chaos in the world? Why allow the thief to cholera in the Central Plains?
Are we practicing the Dharma for the illusory immortal, or for the bright world to cover the sky again?
When the monk heard this, his face was turbulent.
But I remembered the respect for my teacher.
That day, he asked Master Yi with the same question, and the answer he got...what did he get?
What is it that makes him tighten his teeth and hold on whenever he encounters difficulties?
I see....
The master is worthy of being a master...
Now, it is the monk himself.
The monk saw the disciples below excitedly, a smile flashed in his eyes and said two words: "Become an immortal."
A word fell and the monk left.
In the hall, when the disciples heard this, they looked angry. But for a long time, a large number of disciples reported to them but left the mountain.
Behind the mountain gate, the monk heard this and couldn't help but roaring the sky.
happy.
joy.
The feeling of joy, the heart.
Be a role model, teach others knowledge, and learn everything you have learned, and entrust them with all your heart.
What teaches is knowledge, and it is also about dealing with people and things.
Since they are their own students, then the students should be like him, aren't they?
Since he drew his sword in anger, today, the students can't bear this grievance!
As for the rest...
The monk turned his head and looked at the many people who slaughtered dogs in the door, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
A few days later, the mountain gate dispersed.
The remaining children and monks were left in the sect, and the rest were intercepted and sent back.
The monk himself was carrying two young people behind him, hidden behind many disciples.
In times of great trouble, monks take action to resolve it.
In the blink of an eye, sixteen years passed by. The monk was over 80 years old and could not obtain the magic of immortals, so he could no longer lift his sword.
The vast Central Plains have restored peace, and another prosperous dynasty has arrived.
One day, the monk knew that his time was approaching, so he attracted two young disciples who had passed away and asked them a smile: "You are about to die, what will happen to you in the future?"
When the two disciples heard this, they were filled with tears.
One of them said, "I wish to keep the spirits for my master and worship them for generations."
Another person said that the master’s principles are unbroken, and he dared to continue the incense for his master.
When the 80-year-old monk heard this, his smile disappeared on his face.
He looked like his two disciples who were becoming less and less like him. After giving him gold and silver, he waved his hand to let him leave.
A wake?
I have left the world and buried with the mountain people in the mountain stream, so I can be filled with the appetite of wild animals, so why should I guard it?
Inheritance?
His inheritance was already spread all over the world sixteen years ago, so how can the people around him pass on it?
On the last day, the monk left his residence and went to the world to see the group of "disdainful people" from sixteen years ago. Seeing their helpless appearance when they were worshipped, they couldn't help laughing loudly.
Later, I walked into the mountains alone with a little loneliness.
Find a deep mountain, cut down an old tree, remove its branches and leaves, and engrave a line of words.
Write.
I disdain that my apprentice was ashamed of my mentor. I am old now, but I still don’t change my ambitions at that time. I only regret that I was not good at studying and could not live for another 300 years!
After the book was finished, the Taoist was buried and his life was over.
The world is rolling.
A hundred years pass by in the blink of an eye.
There were piles of weeds in front of the monk's tomb, and the bones had long been buried deep underground.
In the deep mountains and valleys, another visitor came.
The person who came was all white in his beard, but he held a three-foot blue edge in his hand, and his face was full of heroic spirit!
Walking all the way, I chose a good plot for myself, and laughed and walked in with my sword.
Lying in the mound of soil, the old man recalled the memories in his eyes and murmured on his mouth.
At the age of four, he went up the mountain and was in chaos at the age of twenty-one. He followed his senior brother down the mountain to quell the rebellion, killing countless people along the way, and his hands were covered in blood.
I think now, my brothers have passed away or are coming.
The world is rolling around. I wonder how many people who stayed in the mountains have attained enlightenment and how many people have become immortals?
Now that people are about to die, I don’t know if they can see their master in the future, and whether there will be old friends to help them in front of the Three Lives Stone?
Becoming an immortal...
Should I regret it?
He held the sword in his hand and smiled on his face, and the old man rested in peace.
Should he regret it
There are always temples next to the deep mountains and valleys, but they never last long.
It may take decades, or hundreds of years.
However, there are one nameless tomb after another in the deep mountains.
Times change and years pass.
Until one day.
There was a man and a woman, two young people came out for a walk.
Tired.
Find a quiet place and the two of them have a rest.
Hungry.
Break off the tree branches and cook them on fire.
However, when the fire was buried, the woman suddenly kicked something and couldn't help but be shocked.
That's...a rotten whisk?
There is actually someone in this wilderness?
Surprised, the two of them worked together to dig out, but they dug out a corpse and a tombstone.
Chapter completed!