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Chapter 141 Three Religions Fellow Practitioners? (seeking subscription monthly pass)

After Lao Qian finished speaking, his eyelids drooped again.

Jiang Zhou knew very well that once the old man got drunk, even if the sky fell, he wouldn't even think about him putting down the jug.

It is already rare to be able to say a few words with him, and it is obviously impossible to say more.

Looking at the table, there was indeed a bouquet of incense, as if it had been prepared long ago.

Did he already know that he would do this?

Jiang Zhou was puzzled. Seeing that Lao Qian was in a half-dream and half-awake state, he had no choice but to take the incense and return the same way.

Along the way, one foot was deep and the other was shallow, and I was groggy, not to mention uncomfortable.

Back at the residence, thinking about the words of the old money, although full of doubts, he had no choice but to follow suit.

In the coma, bathe, change clothes, burn incense, and sit cross-legged on the couch.

It's just that although the mind is dizzy and extremely uncomfortable at this time, there are always all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts that linger.

Thoughts jump in my heart, and I think of all kinds of other times, prosperous and prosperous times, relatives and friends, endless nostalgia, sorrow and joy.

For a while, it was like seeing all the things here, life and death fear, demons and ghosts, joy and sorrow, and all kinds of illusions.

It was more chaotic than before, like a stubborn monkey tossing and turning in his heart, restless.

Don't worry about it, if this continues, he will collapse.

At this time, there was a faint fragrance in the nose,
Strange to say, as soon as he smelled this fragrance, his chaotic mind was controlled.

It's like an invisible rope, locking the stubborn monkey in my heart.

Gradually, after an unknown period of time, he finally calmed down.

It was unprecedented silence.

It was so quiet that everything in the world seemed to disappear.

It was so quiet that he could hear the rushing of blood in his body.

It was so quiet that I could hear every breath I took, like thunder.

These voices seemed to have an inexplicable rhythm, immersed in them, his consciousness also fluctuated with the rhythm, and gradually began to become trance, indistinct.

The next moment, the eyes brightened, and the first thing I saw was a dense purple air.

Zifu?

He not only saw the Purple Mansion, but also saw the criss-crossing meridians and blood vessels, as well as the nodes between the meridians and blood vessels, which were like empty voids, in which there was hidden brilliance flowing, like stars .

That is, acupuncture points?
Jiang Zhou's mind suddenly jumped out of the scriptures recorded in the Dafa of Tianyi Yuanshen: Listen to the breath and follow the breath, concentrate the mind and shine.

This is... the great achievement of foundation building, the realm of reflecting the void!
It is also the foundation of all the laws of Immortal Dao, the realm of inner vision.

It turns out that the "Mountain of People" that Lao Qian once said is a fairy, people are outside the mountain, and there is a lot of fog. Only when the clouds and mists are cleared can we see the beautiful scenery.

Where is this "mountain"?

Naturally, it is within the human body, which is why there are often theories of inner heaven and earth and inner universe in those Taoist scriptures.

Isn't the so-called method of inner alchemy just in the universe in the body, using the energy of heart, kidney, water and fire to divide the world into yin and yang, and reproduce the natural way of the world?
If you can't even see the heaven and the earth, and you can't enter the famous mountains, what way can you cultivate?

Jiang Zhou found that in the world inside his body, the Zifu lived as high as nine heavens.

The acupoints all over the body are like stars in the sky.

The meridians and blood vessels connect the heavens and move the blood energy, so that the "heaven and earth" can run and "everything" can grow.

Not only that, but at this moment in the Zi Mansion, which is high in the sky for nine days, there are wisps of purple air hanging down, permeating Zhou Tian in the body.

Between the eyebrows, the heart, and the lower abdomen, there is a slowly rotating "nebula" of purple mist.

Faintly exudes obscure fluctuations, invisible suction.

That's the concentration of his mana.

In addition, it is not useless for him to recite Dafa scriptures every day these days.

The decades of mana accumulated by Zhou Tian's Yiyang Pill showed signs of transforming into Yuan Qi.

Looking at the various visions of the world and the earth in his body, Jiang Zhou felt empty physically and mentally, and he was very agile.

All kinds of doubts and confusions in the past have turned into bits and pieces of insights, and turned into the accumulation of Taoism and mana.

Zhou Tian was running, and after an unknown period of time, he suddenly felt a burst of exhaustion hit his heart.

The sky and the earth are spinning, and the eyes are dark and bright, and then they return to the world outside the body.

Looking up, the morning light was already outside the window.

It's been a night?

Jiang Zhou watched the morning sun fall from the window, and recalled that he had concentrated on the stillness before, and suddenly he had a kind of understanding, and he made an inch of progress.

Can't help but sigh, it turns out that this is the Tao.

The moment he opened his eyes, he already understood why he could suddenly see the famous mountains through the clouds and mists, and enter the realm of inner vision.

He realized it by accident.

The Tao is everywhere.

Live in accordance with the weather, location, and harmony of people.

You can't see it, hear it, touch it, or grasp it, but it's everywhere.

He was already wandering at the foot of the mountain.

Xue Yaonv's death was like a rope tied to his body was broken, and the burden on his back was lifted.

Words and deeds, in line with the heart, in line with nature.

He also stepped into the mountains.

This is the mystery of Tao.

There is a way of heaven in heaven, and everything in heaven begins.

The way of heaven is natural, the chaos is first opened, the universe is empty and clean, the sun, the moon and the stars, the cycle of reincarnation alternates.There is no restraint and order, and each goes his own way.

The earth has tunnels, and all things are born on the earth.

Authentic and virtuous, with infinite endurance and forbearance, survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest.Flowers, plants, trees, birds, beasts, fish and insects, all things and spirits, no one urges them to reproduce and live endlessly.

Human beings have humanity, and human beings make everything.

Humanity is self-improvement, and human nature is stored for a long time. A gentleman strives for self-improvement and fills in the gaps.Nobody slacks up and never gives up, never fails.

Jiang Zhou suddenly realized that this is actually the difference between the dharma veins of various schools and sects in the world.

The way of heaven is divided into yin and yang, the way of tunnel follows birth and death, and the way of humanity upholds benevolence and righteousness.

All the dharmas in the world come from these three talents.

Each has its own victories, and it is hard to say who is superior and who is inferior.

From this point of view, the benevolence and righteousness that Confucianists talk about here is definitely not the benevolence and righteousness that some rotten Confucians talk about.

It is a way of being born as a human being, living in the world, and standing up for oneself.

It is the way of choice, the way of concealment, the way of ingenuity, and the way of reality.Or the way of filial piety, loyalty, integrity, and awe.

Only in this way can man and nature become one, making the great river manifest in the world, and the humanity never declines.

It's a pity that I don't have the chance to see those literary saints again.

Jiang Zhou shook his head, this trace of regret was just a flash.

He doesn't practice Confucianism or Taoism, so it doesn't matter if he can't see him.

Jiang Zhou rose up with vibrating clothes, and the inside and outside were as new as new.

Seeing the bunch of incense on the table in front of the window, it had already been burned.

I owe the old man a favor again.

His eyes fell on the pen and ink beside him, and he couldn't help but walk over.

Lay out the paper, pick up the pen and dip in the ink, and write quickly:

The essence of the Tao is quiet and dark; the extreme of the Tao is dim and silent.Don't see or hear, hold your spirit in peace, and your body will be self-righteous.

With just a few lines of writing, Jiang Zhou couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Put down the pen, but suddenly see the words on the paper, a little bit of brilliance emerges, shining in the square inch.

"..." Jiang Zhou couldn't help being dumbfounded.

The pen is shining brightly?

Yuanshen Dafa, King Kong Nine Meetings, awe-inspiring righteousness...

Do I count as... a fellow practitioner of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism?

So, the patriarch's mantle is doomed to fellow practitioners of the three religions, who knows everything?
But I'm just bragging...

　Thanks to the two students "Kel'Thuzad III" and "mrhay" for rewarding 1500~~
　　
　
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