That day when Mr. Lin was ordered to enter the National Education College, Chen Changsheng said similar things.

The merchants are on the boat? In the palace, they are talking to the Pope, and their reactions to this are very similar to those of the present.

“It’s so naive.”

Chen Changsheng's eyebrows and eyes still had a little childishness, but anyone could see the firmness in it.

He knew that his opinion was correct.

The Holy Queen of Tianhai is dead, the Pope returns to the Star Sea, the Demon King falls into the abyss, and the King Zhice lives in seclusion outside the world. There are very few people in the world who can compete with the merchants and boats in today.

His Taoist mind is clear, his Taoist Dharma is unobstructed, and his realm is profound and unfathomable.

He ruled the Great Zhou Dynasty and had the friendship of Baidi City.

He seems impeccable, even nearly perfect.

But he still has flaws and loopholes.

The flaw was either someone else or the young disciple Chen Changsheng whom he had never liked.

There is a small stream next to the old temple in Xining Town, with flowers floating on the stream and flowing down the stream.

There are three thousand Taoist hiding in the temple, but the master and disciple only practice one kind of cultivation, and they all go their way.

To be smooth, it is an extremely powerful Taoist magical power.

Only by standing under the starry sky, looking up and looking back without regrets, can you be fearless and fearless, have a clear mind of Tao and no obstacles to Taoism.

During the more than ten years of being in the old temple in Xining Town, Shang Xingzhou never taught Yu Ren and Chen Changsheng any Taoist Dharma. He just asked them to read the Taoist Dharma Collection. However, once they began to come into contact with specific methods of practice, they would increase at an astonishing speed. Chen Changsheng broke through the realm and gathered stars in three years, and the rest of the people walked freely between the Heavenly Book Monument, all of which came from here.

Correspondingly, this Taoist Dharma has extremely high requirements for the mind, just like the snow lotus on the top of a mountain, which cannot be contaminated with any dust.

How can we not be confused by external things, and how can we have unshakable will and self-confidence?

Remember it in one word and it is called the heart.

You just need to be able to convince yourself.

It is right to convince yourself that this is in line with your wishes, then...it is naturally going well.

This sounds simple, but it is not.

If you look to the deepest part of your soul, if you are in a dark room isolated from the world, how many people can truly say the word "no regret"? Who can firmly believe that everything you do is correct?

Hundreds of years ago, Shang Xingzhou was one of the orthodox descendants of the state religion. He could have walked along the scheduled route until he became His Majesty the Pope, but he chose another path. He lived in this world in the name of Jidao Ren. When Wu Daozi drew portraits one by one in the Lingyan Pavilion, he was responsible for sending the people in the portrait to the Xinghai. Those people in the portraits were heroes of the human race and heroes of the Great Zhou, and died in a conspiracy. Some of them, such as Qin Chong and Yugong God, would voluntarily die, and what about the other dukes?

The heroic spirits in Lingyan Pavilion have been watching Shang Xingzhou. Or the resentful souls who had already died in Baicao Garden have been watching Shang Xingzhou. The innocent people who died in this turmoil must be watching him. But these still cannot affect Shang Xingzhou's heart, because he has many reasons to convince himself.

He looked down on the so-called hero who was ruthless and disliked the most of the planners who dared not see the light of day like black robe. He regarded himself as the successor of His Majesty Emperor Taizong, and naturally he could ignore the minorities in his heart. For the survival of the Great Zhou Dynasty for thousands of years and for the bright future of the human race, this was an inevitable price.

But there is one thing that Shang Xingzhou has not found a suitable way to convince himself so far, that is Chen Changsheng.

Yes, the wooden basins floating in the stream, the babies in the basins, the dragon whiskers hanging from the golden dragon, everything is a conspiracy.

But the first time he saw Chen Changsheng was not the Duke of Wei, the plan of the king, the sea of ​​heaven, the general who was powerful, the tycoon of the world, the concubine who was good at dancing, the eunuch with a disgusting face, the scholar who was passionate and talked about the country, the minister who was a mature and polite but cherished his feathers, just a... baby.

A baby who can't even open his eyes, a baby who is ignorant and unconscious, and a baby who has no good or evil or thoughts.

He couldn't find any reason to convince himself that it was right to do so.

During these fourteen years, every time he saw Chen Changsheng, he would have questions and a shadow appeared in his heart.

Life in the old temple in Xining Town is very simple, and it is countless times more difficult to meet without seeing each other.

Chen Changsheng went from a baby to a teenager like a spring breeze.

The shadow on the heart of Shangxingzhou Road was already thick like the night.

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"I know, teacher, you don't feel guilty about me. This matter has nothing to do with good or evil, but you can't convince yourself, the most important thing forever."

Chen Changsheng looked at Shang Xingzhou and said, "So, my existence is a terrible thing for you."

Before the demise of the Buddhist sect, there was a so-called disorganization.

He is now Shang Xingzhou's heartbrokenness.

Shang Xingzhou wants to do everything possible to get rid of this mental disorder, so that he can truly maintain the enlightenment of the Taoist mind.

He hopes that Chen Chang will not be able to do it himself, because that will not have any effect, which will make the heartbreak worse and deeper, and there will never be a chance to be erased.

A few days ago, even if Yu Ren didn't use such a resolute way to keep him in the snow palace, he would not go to Beibingmasi Hutong, but to leave the palace.

When he was on the Shinto Road of the Heavenly Book Tomb, he came from the Shinto Road without even looking at Chen Changsheng, nor did he stop Chen Changsheng from taking away the remains of the Saint Queen of the Tianhai. He had already figured out the funeral.

He wanted to use these things as an excuse to let Chen Chang die naturally in the hands of others.

Many times, he was close to success.

For example, Mr. Lin wanted to clear the obstacles and threats of the young Emperor, and used the remains of the Saint of Tianhai to attack, and privately attempted to kill Chen Changsheng, but failed.

For example, taking advantage of Xue Xingchuan's experience, he used Zhou Tong as the guide to let Chen Changsheng take the initiative and then kill him again.

"It's a pity that none of them succeeded." Chen Changsheng said.

"I didn't expect that you had already seen all this, but it doesn't matter."

Shang Xingzhou looked a little regretful and said, "If it weren't for Wang Po, you would have died under Tie Shu that day."

When Eunuch Lin suddenly took action in the National Education College, Chen Changsheng had already thought about everything clearly, but at this time he still felt a little sad when he saw his master's regret.

Shang Xingzhou looked at him and continued, "I? Your uncle has sworn that he will not attack you. In fact, this is the case. Neither Lin nor Zhou, it was an arrangement I made deliberately. Everything is a natural thing. If you insist on staying in Kyoto, there will be more and more such things, and it will not be influenced by my wishes."

This sentence is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and there is no need to distinguish between true and false.

A person's mind always rises between true and false. Even if he sees the fragrance of flowers and colors, he cannot see through them.

On the courtyard wall opposite Xuehu, more than a dozen Qingyi Taoist figures appeared.

Those Taoists in Qingyi had unfathomable realm, and their sleeves were light and they had murderous intentions.

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