There are towering ancient trees and gurgling water. During this period, Fang Tian spent most of his time practicing and meditating here.
This time, Fang Tian almost couldn't wait to enter the "empty, silent and dust-free state" again. In an instant, the surrounding elements were pulled in, and in the sea of consciousness, they continued to fall like snowflakes, and for a moment
Afterwards, the water mist condensed on the thousands of green leaves slowly seeped down again.
Fang Tian's mind did not enter the sea of consciousness, but was always focused on the induction of the body.
When the energy and blood in his body began to boil again, Fang Tian's feelings were obviously different from before.
In the past, Fang Tian only vaguely felt countless large and small rivers rushing through his body, but this time, the rushing still continued, but in addition, Fang Tian also felt that there were bits and pieces of indescribable things flowing in this place.
Things are spreading in all directions, with the river as the center, in an extremely slow and extremely slow way.
The body is being nourished.
Especially when the "water mist" on the other side of the sea of consciousness, accompanied by the body's own qi and blood, slowly penetrates from head to toe, the moist feeling suddenly increases countless times.
Immersed in this feeling, Fang Tian's mind gradually drifted into darkness.
I don’t know how long it took, and I don’t know when it started. In a daze, Fang Tian felt that he had become a leaf, a leaf with the petiole at the top and the tip at the bottom.
The petioles are connected to the "big tree", and from the "big tree", bits and pieces of water mist seep in slowly but never stop. Then, the water mist flows along the countless leaves.
Large and small veins extend all the way towards the tip of the leaf.
And wherever the mist spreads, the entire leaves are stretching and stretching.
For a long time, Fang Tian felt deep in his body and mind. There was an indescribable cheer, just like the grass and trees that had been dry for a long time, at this moment, they finally received the rain from the sky.
In the past, there was no experience or feeling that was more moving and more deeply intoxicating than this time.
All thoughts have been lost. At this moment, Fang Tian just instinctively feels that his leaf is sucking up the little bit of water mist almost greedily, and at the same time, almost infinitely, he is spreading himself in all directions.
Stretching.
To withstand more rain penetration.
At this time, what Fang Tian didn't know was that the brilliance of life that belonged to him in this direction suddenly disappeared again due to the induction of Andi Eric and others.
With the last experience, everyone is no longer surprised, but they are almost thinking in their hearts. "Looking at the situation of His Highness, I am afraid that he will be promoted again soon?"
However, at this time, everything in the outside world has nothing to do with Fang Tian.
If Fang Tian still thinks about it at this time, he will know and suddenly realize that his current state is the real "empty silence and separation from dust". The real "empty silence" and the real "freedom from dust". In other words
In short, the many times of practice in the past were actually just exercises and rehearsals.
But just because this was true emptiness and separation from dust, Fang Tian didn't have any thoughts at this moment.
All thoughts have long since disappeared. At this moment, only life itself is breathing and stretching.
This is what is described in the realm of emptiness and detachment from dust, "emptiness and detachment from dust, nature brings its own destiny".
At this moment, "I breathe with the heaven and earth, and I communicate with the universe alone."
A magician's perception of life, as small as an insect or an ant, or as large as a plant or a tree, is no better than seeing it with his own eyes. It can even be said that it is completely clearer and more comprehensive than seeing it with the eyes. However, even though this feeling
No matter how powerful it is, how can you feel the whole world?
Therefore, Andy and others cannot feel Fang Tian.
Therefore, at this moment, in a certain sense, Fangtian is closely connected with this earth and the billions of creations on this earth.
I don't know when, Fang Tian's mind quietly turned around from a dull state.
And at the moment of turning around, wonderful feelings and thoughts flashed into my consciousness bit by bit.
Underfoot, around you, from near to far, and even to infinity, there are billions of lives, big and small, like the crystals and brilliance of the deep and dark sky at night, like stars, dots and dots, either silent or noisy.
The earth, standing on this piece of earth.
This is a sea of infinite brilliance and infinite splendid light of life!
And beneath this ocean of life, the earth is indescribably majestic and heavy. Since ancient times, it has been silently and eternally supporting these billions of lives.
Feeling, Fang Tian felt that he was no longer a leaf, but a tree.
Or, a small piece of grass.
In fact, they are all the same.
Under his feet, the ground where his feet stood seemed to have infinite power spreading towards it, and he himself, at some point, had changed from a posture of standing quietly with his hands hanging by his sides to raising his arms toward the sky, forming a
Inverted figure eight shape.
This is a very weird posture. In his past life, except when he was stretching, Fang Tian could not remember when he had made such a posture, and he had always maintained this posture.
But the feeling coming from his body clearly told him that it was as if he had been standing here in this posture for thousands of years.
Everything is so familiar.
Everything is so natural.
It's so familiar that it seems like it's innate, and it's so natural that it seems like it should be like this.
And when it comes to feeling, the billions of lives, especially plants and trees, are all like this.
The roots may be deep or shallow, but they all embrace the earth tenaciously and stubbornly. Then, with the support of the earth and the infinite power given by the earth, they spread their limited but almost infinite life brilliance to the surroundings.
, raised to the blue sky.
The gift of the earth, the power of the earth, flows through every vein of life.
From bottom to top, and from top to bottom, it flows through every vein, penetrates into every thread, and overflows into every part of life. Life never stops, and this kind of flow never stops.
Fang Tian suddenly remembered a word, "flame".
It's inflammation.
In fact, it is not so much a thought as a realization, or in other words, I woke up from a big dream that lasted for thousands of years, and then suddenly discovered that I was a "flame".
The flame of life.
All life is actually a "flame". Through support, it spreads its brilliance in all directions. It spreads all over the void.
And if life is fire, what about the support of life?
Then what is the existence that has been silently providing power to this endless flame of life since ancient times?
Fang Tian suddenly remembered another word, "yellow".
Then, the two words in my mind came together instantly.
Yanhuang!
It is not the Yanhuang of Yanhuang City, but the "Yanhuang" of the Huaxia Ming Dynasty in the previous life.
Thinking about this, a certain memory instantly transcends time and space. In a trance, I return to my previous life, and along the river of time, it spreads upward infinitely, towards that distant and legendary era...
Then, one shadow after another flashed in Fang Tian's consciousness like a relief.
Some of their clothes are ragged, some of them behave violently, some of them are vulgar, or some of them look haggard.
In fact, they are just a bunch of savages.
And this is Fang Tian's impression of the legendary Chinese ancestors in his previous life. Regardless of the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors...
In his previous life, when he was very young, Fang Tian had been immersed in Chinese myths and legends, and was worshiped by the characters with magical powers in the stories. Of course, at that time, he may not have known what worshiping meant, but he simply admired and admired them endlessly.
Yearning. Yearning that I can become like the characters in the story.
Later, I came into contact with "Journey to the West".
I don’t know what kind of combination it is, but in short, the two are blended together in a pattern that makes no distinction between light and shadow.
After that, when mentioning ancient characters, the first thing that flashed in Fang Tian's mind was four words——
Great magical power!
Whether it's Pangu who opened the sky, Nuwa who patched the sky, or just the Yellow Emperor who fixed the world.
Among them, Huang Di is the most "not so good" one, but even if he is the least good one, he still has Tian Xuan Nu by his side!
I don’t know how many years this impression lasted, and I don’t know how many years my admiration for those ancient figures lasted.
It was not until later that the children and teenagers at that time gradually grew up, and gradually moved from the bizarre myths and legends into the reality without any weirdness and fantasy at all. As their knowledge increased and their thinking broadened, the dreams they had once had also
Gradually fade until it becomes mottled.
No matter how powerful they are, they are just a group of savages who have not yet been fully civilized!
When human beings move toward enlightenment step by step, they have actually been abandoned forever, which also represents human beings' farewell to the ancient wilderness.
This was also Fang Tian's final impression of the so-called ancestors of Yan and Huang in his previous life.
But at this time, many thoughts were flashing in my mind.
Ming, what is Ming?
There is a man who drills wood to make fire and takes over the light and flame from heaven and earth, allowing mankind to bid farewell to the cold, dark days and the days of drinking blood from rough hair. Is this Ming?
There is a man who builds a house out of trees, letting human beings bid farewell to the days when they live on the ground and are exposed to the wild. Is this wise?
There is a person who recognizes grass and trees, teaches people how to till, how to burn, and allows humans to bid farewell to primitive gathering, so that humans can hope to avoid injuries and diseases. Is this clear?
There is a man who makes people create words, guides people to understand, and allows mankind to bid farewell to ignorance and ignorance step by step. Is this enlightenment?
…
These people are all savages.
In his previous life, he would only say to these people, "We have to look at these people objectively, on the one hand...and on the other hand..."
In the final analysis, is it just a matter of looking down, looking down, and even despising?
Look at those ancestors who were still in the wilderness with a vague latecomer perspective.
But at this moment, in my mind, all my understanding of this aspect was turned upside down in an instant.
——So what if the clothes are ragged? So what if the behavior is fierce? So what if the description is vulgar? So what if the face is haggard?
They were born among thorns, and everything around them, including the sky and the earth, was full of thorns.
Poisonous insects and beasts are thorns, grass and vegetation are thorns, floods and waterlogging are thorns, scorching red sun is thorns, rain, dew, snow and frost are thorns... Everything in all directions is thorns...
And they used their own hands and the most primitive means to chop away the thorns bit by bit, open up the road bit by bit, and bit by bit, between heaven and earth, for themselves and for the next generation.
Another generation of newcomers is fighting for the right to survive.
Just step by step, they came through endless thorns and wind and rain, and some of them, some of them who can represent all of them, also sublimated in the hearts of countless ancestors, and finally, sublimated into the eternal totem.
Then, after several changes, this totem finally settled into two words -
Yanhuang!
Then, for many years, countless latecomers walked up the road they opened, farther and farther, until the distant totem looked smaller and darker.
.
In the end, it became so small and dim that Fang Tian in his previous life had completely forgotten it.
Totem, totem, that distant and distant totem, what do you look like today?
Is it still hanging high between heaven and earth, or has it become a broken monument and ruins, lost in the smoke and grass?
If you are still high above me, I will raise my head and look up willingly.
If you have been disabled and disappeared, I will bend down, I will bend my knees, I will kneel down, I will prostrate myself on the ground, just so that I can still worship you with a posture of looking up. (To be continued.
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