Chapter 150 Shufeng is speechless and sets the sun
Bring the pen, bring the paper.
Xu Guangling wrote it, while Gan Congshi stood behind Xu Guangling eagerly and watched.
"Wood Pan Sutra".
At the beginning of the chapter, Xu Guangling wrote these three characters.
In fact, it is not a bad idea to call it the "Book of Chess", but as for what the final name of chess will be in this world, it depends on how the players in this world named it. In short, Xu Guangling has now handed over the naming rights.
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Wooden Disk... Sutra.
Seeing these three words, especially the last one, Gan Congshi's eyes widened unconsciously.
His family has a collection of books, which is basically the most important place for every aristocratic family besides the ancestral hall.
In fact, many aristocratic families have their libraries built in ancestral halls. They have lived with the ancestral halls for generations, enjoying the awe and respect of the children inside and outside the family.
The ancestral hall represents inheritance. Only children recognized by the family are eligible to enter the ancestral hall to worship.
The Library Pavilion represents a further step beyond the bloodline inheritance. Only the children of the family who can enter the ancestral hall to worship and then show a certain talent in practice are qualified to enter the Library Pavilion.
When I was a child, through word-of-mouth transmission from my great-grandparents, ancestors, fathers, and even children, I had the impression that the ancestral hall was a mysterious and majestic place, and the library was even more "
"Holy Land" general existence.
It is not an exaggeration to say that I will never forget it and that I will always dream about it.
Gan Congshi was nine years old and was brought into the ancestral hall by his father.
Gan Congshi was thirty-one years old and was brought into the library by his grandfather.
There are three kinds of books in the library, one is "Jing", the other is "Lun", and the third is "Shuo".
The "Sutra" in the Gan family library is actually empty, with only book covers and no content. However, the book with "Gan's Practice Sutra" written on it is solemnly and solemnly placed in the most conspicuous central hall.
That's also a...
Enjoy the place of worship.
The levels of "discussion" and "speech" decrease successively.
Not to mention anything else, Gan Congshi himself contributed a lot of "said" and "theory" to the family library after he became an adult.
For example, "Dongshan Theory", "Annan County Landscape Theory", "Herbal Medicine Aids Cultivation Theory", "Qi Condensation Realm Cultivation Theory" and so on.
In a trance, Gan Congshi dreamed back to the past.
Then, returning from a trance to a state of concentration, Gan Congshi did not dare to take a breath, looking at Xu Guangling's hand and watching the pen in his hand swimming between the papers.
"Internal Chapter".
Under the Wooden Pan Sutra, Gan Congshi saw these two words again.
This statement is unfamiliar to Gan Congshi. If there is an inner chapter, is there an outer chapter later? Gan Congshi's thoughts were spinning, but he just stopped and continued to concentrate on it.
"A cultivator should never deviate from his path."
"Any true cultivation, any major cultivation, will not lose its roots when it is difficult, it will not lose its roots when it is smooth, and it will not lose its roots when it is ordinary."
"The original is the Tao."
"The unrighteous will die."
Seeing the pen tip scratching out these lines on the paper, Gan Congshi's eyes widened to their maximum size, but then shrank instantly. His heart was beating wildly, and he even felt like there was blood rushing to his head and face, and he couldn't stand.
stable.
What kind of wooden disc sutra is this?
This is simply a spiritual practice!
And it’s a practice scripture written by Xiao Lingzi!
Although he was called "Little Lingzi, Little Ling" every day, firstly, they were close and the young and old got along well with each other. Secondly, Xu Guangling was really young, especially in front of Gan Congshi, who was almost two hundred years old. Judging from his age,
That's really small.
However, ever since that day when the four words "The Scripture of Ten Thousand Dharmas" came from Xu Guangling's mouth, Gan Congshi had already enshrined the inheritance carried by Xu Guangling into a saint that he could only prostrate and look up to.
territory.
And even if you look up high, you can't see any shadow.
We only know how high it is, but we don’t know how high it is. Anyway, it is as high as the sky.
At this moment, the few lines of words that were just written on the paper may seem plain at first glance, but in the eyes of Gan Congshi, who has experienced the world and "knows things well, and reads people as he reads the river", they are simply fascinating.
, even more terrifying.
The journey of a cultivator...
Anyone who truly cultivates...
That's right, there is no doubt about it, this is the "Sutra"!
"Jing" is the reason why Gan Cong Shi's soul is shaken.
What made his hair stand on end was that, for many short periods of time, he had not been able to "follow the path of a cultivator and stay true to his path."
And if we go by the saying "the unrighteous die", he has already died countless times.
Of course, Gan Congshi also knew that the "death" here did not really refer to death, but a kind of decline without knowing it, a kind of depravity without knowing it. In a certain sense,
, that is even more terrifying than death.
He was already a cultivator on the ground level. Looking at these lines of words on the paper, Gan Congshi's hands actually showed traces of sweat.
"Condensation of Qi".
After curling up slightly and stretching his palms, Gan Congshi saw two new words added to the paper, and under these two words, what soon appeared was something that made his heart beat wildly and his mouth was dry.
Handwriting:
"The purpose of condensing qi is called 'condensation'."
"When water drops penetrate the stone, it is condensation."
"The soil gathered together to form a mountain is called condensation."
"When water gathers to form a sea, it is called condensation."
"The nine-story platform starts from the base of the earth and is surrounded by trees. It starts from the smallest, then gradually from the smallest, from the gradual to the macro, from the macro to the majestic and majestic, it becomes a grand sight."
Yes, this is Qi Condensation!
Gan Congshi let out a slight but long breath.
As a person who has experienced this, and has even advanced to the level of cultivators, Gan Congshi looked at the principles of "Qi Condensation" as if he had met an old friend whom he had not seen for more than a hundred years. After being excited, his head jumped wildly.
The heart also slowly calmed down.
This is the path he took!
When he was a young man, he walked through the family life day and night, year after year, like this.
However, even after walking through it, even if it was already far above the level of Qi Condensation Realm, after seeing these few words, Gan Cong Shi still felt an uncontrollable surprise.
This was something he couldn't say.
This is something that no one can say in the family library that contains records from generations to generations.
These extremely simple sentences simply express the purpose of Qi Condensation Realm cultivation. They cannot be more appropriate, and they cannot be simpler. If you look at them carefully and taste them carefully, it seems that even one word is easier to read.
No.
"This is the Sutra!"
Gan Congshi said silently in his heart.
This is the purpose of condensing qi, but it is not only the purpose of condensing qi, but can also run through all stages of practice.
At least, there is no problem at his current level of cultivation.
Looking at these few lines of words, Gan Congshi instantly felt that the family's teachings about children, those teachings condensed and summarized over the generations, seemed to have become dregs, losing their flavor and color.
but……
This is something that only those who have experienced it can understand and deeply appreciate it.
If you really teach these children, they...
Do you understand?
Even if he understood it, would he have the same feelings he had when he saw these words?
I don’t know about Gan Cong Shi.
But the next moment, Gan Congshi suddenly shook his head and laughed.