Qi Wuhuo said: "This is..."

The old man said, "Your senior brother."

He walked forward, Qi Wuhuo followed behind him. When he approached, he saw the size of the tomb, which was obviously just a tomb.

The bleak and lonely thing was the romantic back then, and the wind was blown away by the rain and wind.

A huge impact made the boy's expression solemn.

Many previous complicated thoughts were shattered by life and death, and the last problem evolved.

The heart of Tao is the purest. Those who seek the great Tao will fall in the middle Tao, while the rest who are addicted to self-obsession can live for thousands of years.

Why is this so?

The old man leaned over and stripped the green moss marks that had climbed up for the tomb, opened the hidden branches, and exposed the words on it. Qi Wuhu looked at it subconsciously, and the words were gentle and peaceful, as if they were written casually, as if

Those who write these words will remain calm in the end without any obsession or turmoil.

Qi Wuhuo subconsciously recited: "In this life, I met a famous teacher, made friends with Xiongjie, loved relatives and loved Taoist couples, and were all in love between heaven and earth. All of them were smooth, but the Thirteen hatreds lasted forever and never stopped until death.

Here. "

"The first hatred is that the book bag is easy to get drunk."

He paused and subconsciously thought of his senior brother Yuyang, a practitioner who was born in a scholar.

The latter was addicted to the ambition of books, and then indulged in the great wish of the reputation spread to future generations, and ultimately could not extricate himself.

“Easy to be edible…”

"The second hatred is deep love, shallow fate, and the beauty is poor."

Qi Wuhuo thought of Master Yu Miao again, and thought of her promise for generations and will always think it is good.

The Supreme Lineage is not ruthless, but cannot be attached to the devil.

Xuan Zhen has had this, but he has not been obsessed with it.

Qi Wuhuo calmed down and continued to look and said, "The third hatred is that there are mosquitoes on summer nights, the fourth hatred is that the platform is easy to leak, the fifth hatred is that the chrysanthemum leaves are more burnt, the sixth hatred is that the pine has more big ant, the seventh hatred is that the bamboo has more fallen leaves, the eighth hatred

The cinnamon is easy to thank, the nine hatreds of the radish are hidden, the ten hatreds of peanut thorns..."

Xuanzhen seems to have something that the first few senior brothers are obsessed with.

And it seems to be more.

It seems like the world of flowers, the endless people like it, and they all regret it. The so-called hatred is just because they like it too much, so regret is just these words. Qi Wuhuo seems to be able to see the senior brother Xuanzhen.

Seeing him laughing and scolding, I hated the words flying around in summer, I like bamboo, but I also hate to clean up fallen leaves and love to raise pine trees, but because the pine trees provoke ants, the ants are so angry that their teeth are itchy.

Looking at the words, it is like seeing the person.

It seemed that before the stone tablet, it was not a branch, but a handsome and free Taoist Xuan Zhen, who looked at him with a smile and said to him as a junior brother.

The old man stood in front of Qi Wuhuo and said, "This is your senior brother, Xuan Zhen."

Qi Wuhuo said: "Senior brother..."

The old man stroked the stone tablet with his palm and replied, "The way of Dao has fallen."

"Seeking the Tao is not about walking in the garden, not watching flowers and moon, but about taking back my life from the world, step by step, the road is difficult to move."

"This is a step-by-step test."

"The righteous path of Xuanmen, when practicing, there are three disasters, seven disasters, eight difficulties."

"Three disasters, swords, inner demons, heaven and earth."

"If you seek the way, if you have sharp weapons and murderous intent, you will fight with others."

"Or some people see unfairness on the road, and the Taoist heart is harmonious and draws the sword and rises up. They fight with others, or they are not as skilled as others, or they are plotted against them, and they die and die, and their souls are dispersed. They are no longer the same as before. This is a sword and weapon."

"If you see unfairness on the road, retreat and avoid it; or do all kinds of situations that go against my heart, which will lead to distracting thoughts."

"Since you have to make a little bit of spiritual light shine on the vast world, and you cannot be clear and unobstructed, how can you shine on the vast world?"

"Like winter snow gradually transforms, and it does not grow, but it increases day by day, and it eventually affects the divine consciousness, the soul is mixed, and the cultivation level does not advance and retreats, and eventually falls."

"This is the inner demon."

"The disaster of heaven and earth is thunder, wind, and fire. It is because you take back your life treasure and walk out of the innate Qi. Three flowers gather together, and naturally attract you."

"The world of all things in the world are like a drop of water in a river, naturally harmonious, all belong to the great way of one birth, two birth, and three birth, and three birth, and the practitioner reverses three to two, and turns into the primordial qi and the primordial spirit; reverses two to the primordial qi and the primordial spirit;

First, it is to gather the top of the three flowers. This is equivalent to fighting against the water flow, and it will naturally be washed by the water flow."

"So practitioners should [see the mind and see the nature]."

"Only those who cannot be disturbed by external objects can perceive these disasters."

“Avoid in advance.”

"Thunder strikes the soul, and fire burns the body. As for the wind and disasters, they will flow into the acupoints around you, destroying your Taoism and completely turning into ashes. Naturally, there is no malice, and it depends on the natural movement of heaven and earth.

, it is just to let you return to the path of three births and all things."

"If you avoid it, you will live longer. If you cannot avoid it, you will die on the spot."

"The soul is gone and the soul is gone, and the great thousand will return to the world."

"Buddhist is suffering from fire, and it is burned into relics, which is called passing away; Taoist sect is trapped in wind disaster, and it turns into dust and leaves the world, which is called sitting and transformation."

"As for those who do not follow the right path, their souls are dark and their thoughts are complicated, and they can't even survive the thunder tribulation."

"The Buddha and Taoism are mostly upright and pure. Naturally, there are some people who are only the most evil, and their thoughts are extremely pure. The thunder disaster cannot destroy their Taoism."

Qi Wuhuo said to himself: "The soul is gone..."

The old man nodded and said gently: "As for the most common eight difficulties, there is no need to explain them in detail."

"After all, you've seen it."

Qi Wuhuo said, "I've seen it?"

His voice paused slightly, as if he had already realized something, and said, "It's senior brother and the others..."

The old man's answer was gentle, but it seemed that because of the many things he had seen and thought before, it fell into the ears of the young man with some regrets: "These eight difficulties are often more and more difficult to give up with the strength of the cultivator."

"There are things that are mixed in the world, and I don't know how to describe them, and they are called Tao."

"The Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, three gives birth to all things, and evolves all things and all things, which is the mother of the world."

"And practice is to be clear in nature, return to the root, step by step to [one], and finally find the way to tolerate everything."

"Everything you see now, the heaven, earth, and the people are part of the three things, and they are all right, but they are not the solitary we pursue. Some practitioners only sink into one of the ends of the three things, and even all things.

Some of the things that evolved from one of the people."

"It's like entering a path, I won't extricate myself."

"It is the so-called "get one method in the Tao and one technique in the Tao, meditate and cultivate qi, practice firmly, and claim to be enlightened."

"If you fall into this situation, you will have no right or wrong in life, but if you look at the purpose of pursuing the original and most superior way, you will encounter great difficulties."

"Even the heart of Tao is covered with dust and sinks into the eight difficulties."

"How about three disasters and seven disasters?"

"They... don't even have the qualifications to reach the three disasters and seven disasters."

The old man paused slightly, looked at Xuan Zhen's jade slip, and said, "And Xuan Zhen, like Wukuo you at this moment, the heart of Tao is pure."

"But it is precisely because of this that I will never leave a way out for myself, I will be carefree and fearless, and I will only seek the great way."

"In the end, I want to seek the best method, do not avoid or retreat, break through the front line, encounter sword and war, thunder and fire, and inner demons."

"After breaking forty-nine levels of disasters, I am unable to achieve the power of the soul and the path of Yin God."

"No distracting thoughts, no room for others or yourself, and try your best."

"Fallen without success."

"The first three soldiers were relieved and called for Tao, practice Taoism, attain Taoism, laugh out loudly, and then died and disappeared."

The old man brushed his sleeves and removed all the last words hidden on the stone tablet. The remaining words were revealed, no longer so warm, but suddenly became sharp.

When reading these last three sentences, Qi Wuhu suddenly fell silent—

"The eleven hatreds are to prove the great way, but my heart is not firm."

"The twelve hatreds are to attain the great way, but my god is not pure."

"Thirteen hatreds, but my body has died."

Thirteen Hate of Xuanmen.

There were several words of hatred, but there was no malice at all. Only the strong and strong thought of regret was placed on the boundless and solidified heart of Tao, rising into the sky, shocking the old tree and crows a few times.

The old man spoke plainly, but Qi Wuhuo seemed to be able to see that scene, and he could imagine the heroic and resoluteness of this scene.

The Taishang lineage has a natural firm heart, pure spiritual consciousness, and hatred and regretful things are just not enough.

It seemed that the wind was rising, and the clouds in the sky gathered and dispersed. The wind was pressing very low. After a while, it started to rain. The rain drizzled, and in a short while it became a scene of the cold mountain covered with smoke, like a scroll of ink.

The temperature here is warmer than the place where Qi Wuhuo originally lived, but since it is winter, it is naturally cold rain.

The old man stretched out a bamboo umbrella in his hand to shelter the young man from the rain. He took out a pot of wine from his cuff and placed it in front of the dry tomb.

The branches in front of the tomb swayed slightly, and the jade slip was still the same as before.

This is the only disciple who has not been taken back from the Taoist name.

Qi Wuhuo could feel the old man's sadness.

Qi Wuhuo still said, "With the teacher's ability, can't you find your senior brother back?"

The old man smiled gently and said, "Come back?"

He held an umbrella and signaled Qi Wuhuo to follow him. After thinking about it, he asked, "Wuhuo once had a dream of yellow graves. Let me ask, if you are an official and someone commits favoritism and fraud, what would you do?

What to do?”

Qi Wuhuo said, "Suppose it according to the law."

The old man said, "Then, what if you see someone corrupt and abuse the law for personal affair?"

Qi Wuhuo said, "I'll be in charge."

The old man asked, "When do you see someone killing someone for personal affair?"

Qi Wuhuo said, "You should kill him."

The old man said gently: "So you understand."

"Life and death are the fairest in the world. I will not break such fairness for anyone."

"The teacher is just someone who takes you into the door, pointing out where the road ahead is and looking forward to it."

"I changed your clothes, gave you a name, with expectations, and taught you the Tao. This is just the fate of you and me, and it is [My teacher]."

"Not to protect those who are you doing your best."

The old man said:

"I will not save you if my disciple falls into the world, love network, reincarnation, life and death."

"I'll just wait for you to realize it."

"You are actually not different from anyone."

The old man walked up to the mountain and stood there. He stood in the rain. The rain was so vast that the world was drizzling, and his sleeves were hanging down. He held an umbrella for the boy and said gently:

"After all, you are my disciples."

"But all the cultivators in the world are my disciples."

ps:
Chapter completed!