Yan Luo also knew that with Tang Mang's talent, it would take less than a long time to understand the mystery of Buddha, but he still suggested: "Boy, you can walk around in the future and observe mountains and waters. In this way, you may be able to understand the essence of Buddha more quickly."
After saying that, he continued: "Buddha, saying that complexity is wisdom and virtue, but to put it simply, it is a state of mind. If you have Buddha in your heart, you can become a Buddha immediately."
"Yeah, I get it."
Tang Mang also felt that the Buddha should be a state of mind and artistic conception. Once he could comprehend it, everything would be natural.
...
In a battle, Xiao Qiang was severely damaged, and Tang Mang got rid of the title of uselessness. Many outer disciples of Qingyun Sect thought that Tang Mang would practice even more crazily in the future and strive to break through to the Kaiyuan Realm as soon as possible.
However, unexpectedly, Tang Mang's next actions made countless people confused and talked about it.
"What's going on? What's wrong with Tang Mang?"
"This guy is simply crazy. He doesn't practice every day, just wander around the outer door and enjoys the mountains and rivers."
"Is he practicing?"
"Cultivation? Traveling around the mountains and rivers is also considered cultivation? Are you joking?"
"Hmph, what do you know? He may have been unable to break through to Kaiyuan Realm for a long time and is ready to relax. In this way, he might be able to break through in one fell swoop."
"Uh, you're right, he probably was this plan."
...
As everyone said, Tang Mang next, except for practicing sword at night, trying to integrate his will into the sword and mastering the sword power, he mostly wandered around the outer door during the day. The scenery was beautiful and he was there, which was like traveling around the mountains and rivers.
Time flies, and half a month passes by.
Early this morning, Tang Mang stood like a sculpture on the top of a high cliff on the side of the outer gate. At the same time, a red sun rose slowly from the undulating mountains in the distant east, like a huge golden egg, sprinkled with a dazzling golden color, soaking the earth on earth.
A wisp of warm sunshine, like a lover's jade hand brushing on his face, Tang Mang felt the comfort and leisure from the bottom of his heart, and murmured: "The sun is blazing and can burn the sky and destroy the earth, but the sun's brilliance can nourish all things and give them vitality. Although it is high above, it is treated equally."
Tang Mang raised his head and looked at the distant rising sun without moving.
He didn't go back last night, practiced swords on the mountain until midnight, and then stood there quietly, waiting for the rising sun to rise.
At this moment, looking at the rising sun slowly and enjoying the warm sunshine, he opened his arms and closed his eyes comfortably, his mood was extremely peaceful, without sorrow or joy, and his whole body became particularly ethereal.
At this moment, Tang Mang once again entered a mysterious artistic conception.
The brilliance of the rising sun quickly seemed to be attracted, and it sensed and communicated with him, and the sea was filled with all the rivers and lingered around him.
For a moment, Tang Mang's body shone with golden light, and his light was lingering, as if he had become a Buddha on his own. However, this situation did not last long, and the golden light disappeared with the wind and sprinkled on the surrounding forests and grass.
After a long time, Tang Mang slowly opened his eyes, and the light flowed in his eyes was as bright as the stars in the night sky. He clenched his fists slightly and said, "I didn't expect that when I looked at the rising sun, I realized a little bit of the mystery of Buddha again, and my state of mind seemed to have been sublimated in some way."
"No, no, you are indeed a genius. In just half a month, you have entered the Buddha's artistic conception again."
Yan Luo couldn't help but exclaim.
Tang Mang did not answer and stood on the top of the mountain for a while. When Chaoyang fully emerged, he turned around and left.
Walking along the way, he will watch the mountains and rivers, either fast or slow. He will definitely stop in any beautiful scenery.
As he walked, Tang Mang suddenly took two steps back, then squatted down, and stared at the tender and small grass in front of him.
Just now, he happened to step on the grass with one foot, and thought the grass must have been trampled to death.
However, although the grass is small, its vitality is very tenacious. It was originally soft on the ground, but now it slowly raised its head stubbornly and swayed in the wind.
Tang Mang's body shook slightly and murmured: "Although the grass is humble and weak, anyone can step on it, its vitality is so tenacious, and he will never bow his head and never surrender."
In the past, Tang Mang never knew how powerful or tenacious a grass was. No matter how others trampled on it, it would raise its head and face it bravely.
"I was a slave since I was a child, and I grew up with hardships. My will was quite tough. However, compared with the grass in front of me, what is it?"
Tang Mang shook his head and sighed: "Even if it is a small grass, it has many advantages worth learning from."
No one would usually watch a grass as carefully as Tang Mang, but Tang Mang really saw the tenacity and indomitable struggle against fate from the grass.
If the grass is like this, how can people feel?
He gently reached out and touched the grass in front of him. Tang Mang got up and left. He walked like this. He passed by a crowded place. Others pointed at him. He suddenly didn't realize it and just walked on his own.
He had no destination, just wandered around the outside door, counting wherever he walked.
This is done to understand, to understand the mystery of "Buddha", and to cleanse the mind.
He was like this in the next few days, looking at the rising sun, watching the mountains and rivers, and walking around.
He was as stupid as he walked through every inch of the land outside with his own footsteps, whether it was sunny or thunderstorm, no matter the wind, sun, lightning, or thunder, he just relaxed his mind, sank into nature, and trained his mind.
He was all feeling the rising sun, clouds, mountains and rivers, forests, even grasses, breezes, etc.
For two years, he has worked hard to practice hard, and has never been so relaxed, so indulged in love, so devoted to it.
He has long forgotten the mystery of Buddha, and he will completely abandon the practice of basic swordsmanship, wander around every day, and understand the principles of all things.
There must be a reason for the existence of heaven, earth and all things.
Tang Mang experienced it carefully, and the more he felt it, the more he felt it, the more peaceful his mind became. Gradually, he forgot that he was hungry and thirsty, and forgot that his clothes had not been washed for several days, and he was already messy and smelly.
After walking along the way, the wind passed without trace, but it attracted countless people to discuss and even laugh at it.
However, Tang Mang ignored this, as if there was no one in his eyes.
Yan Luo had not disturbed Tang Mang for several days, but gradually, huge waves were stirring up in his heart.
Where is Tang Mang experiencing the Buddha's artistic conception now?
It is simply to understand the great way of nature. Once it is understood, it is the unity of man and nature. In ancient times, there were very few geniuses in the physical realm who could understand the unity of man and nature.
However, everyone who understands the unity of man and nature is destined to be ordinary in the future.
"Can I witness with my own eyes the demon who understands the great way of nature and enters the unity of man and nature?"
Yan Luo was deeply moved, and at the same time he was extremely excited, hoping that Tang Mang could understand the great way of nature and achieve the unity of man and nature.