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In the past and present, there was rain in the clouds, and it hung all over the mountain streams, and old friends came.
The raindrops fell to the ground and hit the rocks, making a sweet sound. However, the rain was a bit heavier, and the dense rain disrupted the music, which made me a little upset.
Fortunately, there was wind, blowing up the rain, diluting the chaos, and playing a song of heaven, earth, rain and mountains!
In the wind and rain, at the top of Hengyun Mountain, a man dressed in white appeared at some unknown time. Under the sound of raindrops and the sound of wind and bullets, he stood silently on the top of the mountain, looking at the excited old man on the stone platform in front of him.
He didn¡¯t stop the rain from getting his clothes wet. He didn¡¯t deliberately avoid the rain from getting wet like he did when he summoned the rain. Wang Lin just stood silently in the rain.
The rain soaked his clothes, and a slight chill spread into his body, making his white hair wet. However, Wang Lin didn't seem to have the slightest hint of embarrassment. Instead, there was only one scene that was extremely natural, just like Wang Lin. Just like this mountain, this land, every grass and tree.
Wang Lin looked at the old man on the stone platform with a smile on his face.
"Master!!" The old man stood up and knelt there in excitement. The rain fell on his face and flowed down the corners of his eyes, making it difficult to distinguish.
After eight hundred years of separation, Wang Lin returned to Qingling Star again, returned to the place where he once sought the path, and saw the registered disciples he had accepted back then.
Xie Qing, for Wang Lin's life, was just a fleeting scene, but it was precisely because of this person's existence that Wang Lin's artistic conception was perfect.
Therefore, a trace of cause and effect occurred, which made him want to accept a disciple.
Even Wang Lin did not expect that the disciple created by a trace of cause and effect would actually sit on the Hengyun Mountain of Qingling Star for eight hundred years.
Eight hundred years later, Xie Qing realized the artistic conception given to him by Wang Lin. In that silent pursuit and thinking, relying on his wisdom as a master of literati in the world, his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds!
It¡¯s just that Xie Qing has never practiced any martial arts or magical powers. The path he cultivates is very different from all the monks in the world, even from Wang Lin!
What Wang Lin cultivates is the fusion of Taoism and supernatural power, and he slowly comprehends the artistic conception of the Tao with his magical power.
"As for Xie Qing, he completely gave up his magical powers and only cultivated his artistic conception!
At this moment, Xie Qing's body is extremely fragile. A flying sword is enough to kill him. His body seems to be on the verge of exhaustion, but his vitality is so majestic that his life is immortal!
Although his physical body is fragile, Xie Qing's artistic conception has surpassed anything that ordinary monks can cultivate in eight hundred years!
In terms of artistic conception and Taoism, even the cultivator of Peeping Nirvana cannot compete with Xie Qing! His artistic conception has already pointed directly towards pure nirvana, reaching the point where he has first glimpsed the rules!
This is a cultivation method that does not exist in the world. It is the same as the extreme body training of the ancient gods. Xie Qing only cultivates the artistic conception!
Even in Xie Qing's body, there is no soul, no soul, and all the inner gods that monks should have, he has none. There is only that majestic soul filled with vitality!
Even Xie Qing himself couldn't explain the reason clearly. He didn't know all the methods of cultivation, so he could only silently gain enlightenment for eight hundred years from the insights given by Wang Lin.
"Cultivation of the soul" Wang Lin looked at Xie Qing and remained silent.
"Those who cultivate immortality will become immortals in their dreams and live forever Those who cultivate immortality will find their true self and be free from the world Those who cultivate Taoism will confirm the origin and become the Tao themselves And those who cultivate souls use their souls to enter their lives and become the master of heaven and earth. !¡±
Wang Lin looked at the rain falling from the sky. The raindrops hit his face, which was a little cold, and he slowly spoke.
Xie Qing knelt on the stone platform, with a look of confusion on his face. Perhaps the rain was getting heavier and fell on him. His wet clothes clung to his body and felt uncomfortable. In confusion, Xie Qing subconsciously raised his right hand, condensing a picture of him. A little magic trick to realize on your own.
Following the mark on his right hand, the world suddenly changed, but the rainwater changed direction on the top of Hengyun Mountain, as if it had been moved away, and fell to all directions.
Wang Lin shook his head and said softly: "You still haven't completely given up all your magical powers"
"Xie Qing, look at this mountain. Did it stop the rain from falling during its growthLook at the river and the sea. Did you ever feel any rejection when the rain fellLook at the grass and trees. Of all the people, apart from us, the spirits of all things, is there anyone who can stop the rain from coming?"
"Since you have cultivated your soul, why bother to cherish this body? Taoism has a saying, return to simplicity and return to truth. There are really too few people in the world who can truly understand this Even as a teacher, I thought I had understood this clearly. Four words But after experiencing the past, after returning to LuoThis man is an old man, wearing a Taoist robe, and he is none other than Master Lu!
He didn't want to face Wang Lin immediately, so when he felt the momentum of the rain sword, he chose to come quietly after Wang Lin left. He floated in the air and frowned. He was silent for a moment and raised his right hand towards the sword that pierced the mountain. The huge rain sword pointed away.
No sound was made. As soon as Master Lu touched the rain sword in the air, he immediately shook his body and raised his head with a look of shock in his eyes.
"It's this aura!! It's similar to the ancient gods, but completely different. Under this aura, I'm actually frightened! In additionthere are actuallytwo origins in this sword!!!"
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