Zhishou Temple looks increasingly quiet under the starlight, as if no one has visited it for countless years. The golden thatch hangs from the eaves, as if the stars have become reality. Prince Longqing sat at the desk by the window, reading in front of him
He was reading a book, completely ignoring the ethereal and ethereal beauty surrounding the Taoist temple. There was only a desire for new knowledge in his eyes, which seemed as calm and focused as the quiet lake in front of the window.
That day, he opened the scroll of the Heavenly Book and saw the names of the Taoist Bookworm and Ning Que. He could not help but feel jealous, hateful, and resentful. Because he was originally the Son of God of Xiling, he should at least stand with these three people.
at the same height, yet at
On the snowy cliff in the wilderness, all the beautiful things were destroyed by Ning Que's arrow. Although he met a great opportunity again at the South China Sea and embarked on the path of spiritual practice again, everything was like starting over. Now he has just entered the Cave Mystic Realm.
, seems to be getting further and further away from the front.
But it didn't take long for him to turn all the negative emotions in his heart into nothingness, because he is now in Zhishou Guan, and as long as he has the corresponding ability, he can read all the heavenly books. This is an unimaginable opportunity.
This is the highest-level story in the world, and negative emotions such as resentment and hatred are low-level things that ordinary mortals will be immersed in pain and tossing about, and cannot be matched.
This does not mean that Long Qing no longer hates Ning Que or is no longer jealous of Ye Hongyu and Mo Shanshan, but he understands that all the emotions of hate and pain are boring processes. More importantly,
is the result. As long as he can become strong again, or even stronger, just like the news that came from the Xiling Temple a few days ago, he can also regain everything he lost like Ye Hongyu, and even gain more.
many.
The volume of the Heavenly Book that Long Qing was reading at this time was the third of the seven Heavenly Books: the Shazi Volume.
The reason why this volume of Heavenly Book is called "Shazijuan" is because it records countless cultivation methods, some of which are exquisite and unspeakable, including the entrance methods of Shanye Sect, the wonderful ideas of Shinto of Haotian Dao Sect, and the Huayan methods of Buddhism.
, there are even the most mysterious evil techniques of the Demon Sect, which are as numerous as river sand and cannot be counted in detail.
This volume of heavenly books records almost all the cultivation techniques in the world. No matter in terms of the number of collections or the quality of the cultivation techniques, only the back mountain of the academy can compete with it. As for the Qinghe County Book Collection, which is famous in the world
Lou, I have no qualifications to compare with these two.
The starlight fell on the page, clearly illuminating the human figures drawn with thick ink. There were countless lines flowing back and forth between the human figures, and underneath the writing, there were densely recorded records of the key points of the practice and the
Things to note, this spiritual practice that feels a bit weird is called Gray Eyes.
Gray Eyes is not a Dao sect skill, nor a Demon Sect skill, but many years ago, after a certain powerful man from Zhi Shou Guan killed an elder of the Demon Sect who practiced the Taotie method, he thought about the dangers in the battle and pondered for three times.
The product of the Queen of Night, who transformed the Taotie method with the knowledge and wisdom of the sea and the supreme Taoist method.
The foundation of this skill is Taotie Dafa. In essence, it captures the consciousness of other practitioners to strengthen itself. However, after being transformed by Taoism, it no longer needs to devour flesh and blood and directly captures consciousness. It does not look like before.
As bloody as before, it appears to be more righteous and peaceful, but in fact it is as evil and cruel as before.
If he were still the proud and mysophobic Prince Longqing before, then he would definitely not practice such evil techniques, even if he would be tempted by powerful forces. However, now he has experienced so many things, he was once extremely dirty, and he once was
He was extremely weak and had done many ugly and evil things. He was no longer the Prince Longqing he was back then, so he started practicing without any hesitation.
The starlight was like water, illuminating the courtyard of the Taoist temple with a cool atmosphere, and the inside of the thatched cottage was relatively dark. Long Qing looked at the sand scroll of the Book of Heaven, his consciousness slowly moved along with this exercise, and his face became paler and paler.
......A few days ago in the South China Sea, a small boat was rising and falling in the waves. The sun on the sea was extremely bright. The fish had already dived into the deep sea, and the seagulls naturally disappeared without a trace. Long Qing knelt behind Taoist Qingyi and accepted
Despite being exposed to the scorching sun, his face did not become dark, but became extremely pale.
This is the depth of the South China Sea, thousands of miles away from the land, and the coastline has long been invisible. The Taoist priest in Qingyi stood on the bow of the boat, watching the waves roll in, but he seemed to be watching the ebb and flow of the tide on the coast.
"Persistence is an obstacle, even if it is persistence of light and darkness."
The hot wooden board made Long Qing feel as if his knees were about to be scorched, but he did not dare to make any move. His voice trembled slightly and he said: "The disciple once tried to stop being persistent and march towards the northern night in the wilderness. However, even if
That way, we still haven’t seen the light in the dark night.”
The Taoist in Qingyi clasped his hands behind his back, stood at the head of the boat, looked at the sea, and said: "You want to find something, so you make a choice, and making a choice itself is a kind of persistence."
Long Qing asked: "Then how can we not be attached?"
Taoist Qingyi said: "Buddhism pays attention to Zen meditation. What it pursues is tranquility. Non-attachment means no thought. If you think about it, one thought will be light and one thought will be darkness. How should you choose? So you don't need to
To choose, you just need to follow Haotian’s choice.”
Long Qing said: "But... the disciple is not the Oracle of Heaven, and cannot sense Haotian's decree. How do you know what Haotian's choice is, and how do you know that you have not made a mistake in judgment?"
The Qingyi Taoist said: "Whatever comes to your mind is what it is."
Long Qing was very confused and said: "Isn't that what you want?"
The Qingyi Taoist suddenly laughed and said calmly: "Everything in the world is destined by Haotian. The operation of all things is under the control of Haotian, including the human heart. In this case, how can there be any real way to follow one's heart without any rules? You follow yourself.
Walking with your heart is actually walking with Haotian."
After hearing these words, Long Qing felt as if the wind and snow in the wilderness were falling from his head. The harshness of the scorching sun was immediately washed away, and he became extremely refreshing. He suddenly understood a lot of things.
He prostrated forward, pressed his forehead against the hot deck, and said loudly with a slightly trembling voice full of desire and courage: "Disciple wants to become stronger."
The Qingyi Taoist said: "The day before yesterday, I threw you into the fire spring, and with the endless warmth and compassion given by Haotian, I rebuilt the snow mountain air sea in your body. You can now practice. If you want to become stronger as soon as possible, then
After you land ashore later, go to Xiling and enter the ruined temple."
Now that Long Qing knew the extremely noble identity of Taoist Qingyi, he could naturally imagine that the Po Guan he was talking about was the legendary Zhishou Guan. He couldn't help but be ecstatic and kowtowed repeatedly.
Taoist Qingyi said: "There are still six volumes of heavenly books in the temple. When you can read these six volumes of heavenly books, then you may be considered powerful, but reading is a very painful thing after all... Back then, Ye Su needed
Only by stabbing yourself with a sword can you take your eyes away from the page of the book. Your mind will definitely not be able to resist the temptation of the book. When the Taoist heart is broken and resurrected, the pain will be indescribable."
Long Qing looked resolute and said: "Disciple is not afraid of pain, nor is he afraid of suffering."
Taoist Qingyi said again: "There are thousands of Taoist disciples, but only a few people have the opportunity to enter Zhishou Temple. You are not the great priest of the temple, and you are not a previous disciple who has made great contributions to the Taoist sect, so you can only
Being able to work as a handyman, would you be dissatisfied with this status?"
If practitioners in the world knew that they had the opportunity to enter Zhi Shou Guan and read the seven volumes of the book, they would be willing to dig out excrement every day, not to mention working as a handyman, and even the cesspit would smell fragrant.
Long Qing naturally had the same idea and said without hesitation: "This disciple is willing to do anything for the Taoist sect."
Taoist Qingyi said: "I can feel your thoughts at this time, but there are some old people with very bad tempers living in the temple. Even I don't want to pay attention to them. Don't be afraid when the time comes."
Long Qing was stunned and speechless, wondering what kind of person the Master Shou Guan Guan was. Is there anyone else in the world who could cause him trouble besides the master from the academy?
.........In the Zhishou Temple at night, a few insects chirp occasionally.
Long Qing's face became paler and paler, beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead, his eyes became more and more blurred, and he looked extremely weak. You can imagine the pain he was suffering now.
Every time he opened the Shazi scroll, he would endure endless pain, and tonight when he started to practice Gray Eyes, the pain became even more terrifying. Countless invisible traces seemed to have appeared on the seemingly ordinary pages.
The sword kept stabbing his Taoist heart, trying to stab his Taoist heart into a honeycomb.
When he finished reading the last word of the Gray Eye Technique, his Taoist heart was broken into countless pieces. The fear and the pain of being cut into pieces with a thousand cuts made him faint.
I don’t know how long it took, but Long Qing woke up. During this time, the morning light had already appeared outside the window. He looked at himself in horror and found that there were no wounds on his body. His Taoist heart was still as stable as yesterday. It seemed that the tens of millions of people who appeared in the heavenly book last night were
Remember that invisible sword intentions are all fake.
He walked out of the thatched house in a daze, held hands by the lake and washed his face. After becoming a little more awake, he went to his house to wash briefly and started to fetch water and make a fire for cooking. After serving the three uncles who were serving the heavenly book, they were finished.
After breakfast, he walked towards the back of the temple carrying two loads of water and several boxes of groceries.
This spring, Long Qing worked in Zhishouli day after day, sweeping the courtyard, cooking, cleaning tables, and polishing ink. He did all the chores. Only late at night did he have the chance to read and practice. His life was very hard, but he
My mood was very peaceful, I didn't complain at all, I just worked in silence, and then I tried my best to read a book whenever I could.
It's interesting to say that Ning Que, his biggest enemy in the world, has basically lived such a hard and fulfilling life in the past ten years, especially after entering the academy. I don't know if this is because he was the junior master of the academy.
In that passage, if fate wants to choose someone, then there will be a lot of things to do.
Longqing walked out of the Taoist temple, carrying a pole and a suitcase on his back, and came to a cliff.
During these days at Zhishouguan, he had no complaints. Even if it was unbearable pain, he was happy with it. However, looking at this cliff, his eyes were full of fear and a look of wanting to escape.
Under this cliff is a dense green forest, and the cliff is covered with ivy about the thickness of a finger. Through the gaps in the ivy, you can faintly see that the cliff itself is gray-yellow, and you can also see the cliff.
There are many cave entrances on the mountain. The cave is unknown how deep it is and exudes a mysterious atmosphere.
This cliff full of grottoes is very high and feels majestic. Standing at the foot of the mountain, Long Qing looked like a tiny ant. If someone looked down at the earth from a very high sky, he would probably think that this cliff was nothing more than a tiny ant.
It is an inconspicuous mound, an ant nest covered with moss.