Wandao long distance

Chapter 1007: The Secret of the Spiritual Path: The Truth of the North Pole

In the 600th year, Beijia broke through to the seventh level and regained his youth.

And he also stood at the last place where Li Qi left his footprints.

This is where all the legends come together.

He followed Li Qi's footsteps for six hundred years and witnessed all the traces left by this powerful man.

Li Qi's current power can affect many things. He may just eat a meal, take a photo, make a "yeah~" gesture, and then this place will undergo special changes and produce various spiritual objects.

Although these spiritual objects are worthless to people of Li Qi's level, they are already miracles to people of the eighth or ninth rank.

Not to mention, there is a real dragon, Changqiao, next to it.

Real dragons are very grand. Once upon a time, the third prince of the Jade Dragon in the West Sea urinated in water, and the fish in the water ate them and turned into demon dragons. He also urinated in the mountains, and the grass on the mountains turned into Ganoderma lucidum, and eating them would lead to longevity.

Although Changqiao is not as good as the other party, it is common for his dragon energy to catalyze the emergence of some dragon beast.

In addition, Li Qi's occasional spontaneous actions often created various legends of gods and immortals, such as immortal footprints, prisons drawn on the ground, foxes, alligators and snakes, as well as slaying demons and eliminating evil, eliminating disasters and poisons, etc. These many strange stories were all traces left by the other party along the way.

Many places surprised Beijia. In some places, there was no grass at all, but humans lived there.

Chasing these, Beijia arrived all the way to the place where Li Qi disappeared, which was also the place where Li Qi decided to retreat and observe the entire Arctic.

However, when he actually came here, he suddenly discovered something.

While chasing Li Qi, he felt like an inhuman puppet, out of tune with the surroundings.

Yes, it doesn't fit in with the surroundings.

He found that the people around him didn't care much about these so-called "relics", but what did he care about?

  Is it the touching feeling of childhood?

But how could that moment of emotion drive him to embark on this journey of asceticism that lasted for six hundred years?

Beijia is not here for tourism. To Li Qi, the scenery of a leisurely stroll is an extremely dangerous devil's den.

Just like a cruise trip, Li Qi enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the sea and the gentle and huge sea beasts.

But Beijia was driving his small boat across the vast ocean. Those gentle and huge sea beasts could overturn him just by passing by. In the process, he had to constantly fight against sharks, hunger and lack of water.

The view is nice, but I can't enjoy it.

So, why do this?

Beijia found a stone to sit on, stretched out his arms, rested them on his knees, supported his head with his hands, and fell deeply into extremely sad thoughts.

This was the first time in six hundred years that this former child, now an old man, had seriously contemplated the emptiness of life.

What a great emptiness he has felt in the past six hundred years!

Now, he is like an old deer with white hair caused by time. He has lived a long life, but despite all the hardships and experiences, he has not met a happy person whose dreams have not been shattered, nor has he seen a heart without scars.

Just like him, everyone's dreams never seem to get good results, and even if they do, they will always repeat themselves.

You have completed one goal, great! Now... start the next one.

Sisyphus's futile effort.

Goals and desires are nothing more than carrots that push people into futile efforts, and with them, people will continue to engage in meaningless labor.

But even after you get the carrot, you will soon hang a second carrot. This is called "starting over."

  But...are we really starting over?

However, Beijia also discovered something terrifying.

He has dangled countless carrots for himself.

His memory was not very good, and he found that his pain had actually started a long time ago, but he had forgotten it.

For a person, pain will never last forever, it will end sooner or later.

The reason is simple, because human mind has limitations, which is also a great misfortune for sentient beings, as they cannot even maintain a painful state of mind for a long time.

You will forget the pain, you will start over, then suffer again, and the cycle will continue.

Unconsciously, Beijia discovered that his memory of Li Qi as a child had gradually faded.

That feeling of being touched is also gradually disappearing.

In this world, there are indeed things that you understand but still cannot avoid.

Just like a falling meteor that cannot be stopped and is burned up by friction with the atmosphere and turns into flames and stardust and disappears, the little stones that were treated as treasures when you were a child will unknowingly become worthless to you.

Even this body is the same.

Beijia stood up with a sense of loss.

All the dreams, passion and great future just disappeared from the world!

  This life is nothing but a momentary dream, a painful dream!

People come into this world only to suffer, and if there is any value left, it is only because of the irremovable sorrow and eternal torment from the mind.

But at this moment, Li Qi withdrew from observation, and a Dharma body appeared in front of Beijia.

Beijia has grown from a young child to an old man. He looked at Li Qi in astonishment, who looked exactly the same as before.

Li Qi said to him, "You seem to have been looking for me for a long time, and now you have found me."

"Ah...Senior Li Qi." Beijia looked at Li Qi, as if sighing, and also as if relieved.

After he said this, he stood there in a daze, looking around silently, and then looked at Li Qi.

After a long while, he finally said, "I just realized... the person I found was not you. I am a little curious. Changqiao should be the one chasing you like me. Why is she so happy and doesn't feel any pain at all?"

Beijia had never seen the long bridge.

But he accurately described Changqiao's situation. This was because he had collected those legends very seriously and deduced the personalities of Li Qi and Changqiao from them.

Moreover, he even got a terminal in a place like the Arctic, so that he could connect to those networks and watch the travel records that Changqiao had just released six hundred years ago.

"Curious? I am curious too. The reaction of higher intelligence has not been cracked yet. I know very well how to create higher intelligence, but after it is created, that thing is no longer under my control. So far, I have not found a way to control the thoughts of higher intelligence." Li Qi said with a smile.

"Really...but I remember there is a way to brainwash people, right?" Beijia said.

"Maybe brainwashing is possible, but that's just killing the other person and then creating a new one. Even... this new one will get out of control after developing for a period of time." Li Qi said.

"Is that so?" Beijia didn't go into the topic further, but just packed up his things: "Well, I'll leave first. I hope both of us can find our own answers."

Li Qi said nothing and watched the other party leave.

well.

really not bad.

Li Qi noticed the moment when the other party chose to say goodbye to Li Qi. He saw Beijia in front of him, and something in Beijia's heart overcame his most passionate feelings and greatest fears.

Li Qi raised his hand gently.

He found the trace of the spirit path.

Inside every fat person there is a thin person.

There is a sculpture hidden in every stone.

The eternal quatrains are just there, waiting for someone to dig them out from the sea of ​​words and mountains of lyrics.

The painting has always existed in my mind, and what I drew is just a poor imitation of the pattern in my mind.

That is the 'Spirit'.

When we talk about "mind", it means that the smartest thing in the world is called spirit.

Jing and Ming mean the shining essence, which is the core part of all things after the impurities are removed.

After the mundane shell fades away, what remains is the manifestation of eternity, the purest essence.

Li Qi grasped this point.

then……

His spirit changed at this moment.

The entire Arctic turned upside down.

At this moment, Li Qi came to an indescribable realm.

  This... is also the heavens?

Or is this just the Arctic?

But it's different here.

The scenery here is similar to that of the Arctic, but something is wrong with it.

Bizarre and fantastic, that's the only way Li Qi could describe it.

  It seems as if scenes from history, books, and scrolls have been extracted to the present, and the heavy scenery shows its sacredness and greatness!

No one can fail to be shocked by such a scene, because this scene exists in all of history.

  Imagine that everyone has a question, that is, whether history is "repeating"?

Are the scenes of "beauty" actually just the same thing repeated over and over again?

Legendary heroes, with their magnificent momentum and glory, brought with them unparalleled brilliance, led the heroes of the great era across the surging sea and through the desert. They were filled with passionate desire, the shadow of heaven, and the embodiment of miracles heralded by the magnificent history.

Is this history beautiful? Is it magnificent?

  However, if they are all repetitions of the same thing, then how beautiful would it be to have this ‘one thing’ displayed before us?

This is what Li Qi saw at this moment.

He saw the 'most beautiful essence' among all the repeated beauties.

  How to describe it?

For example, a certain artist’s paintings have a very obvious personal style.

At first glance, everyone knows that "this must have been painted by this painter. Even if it wasn't, it was imitated from him."

why?

Obviously, the paintings he made were of different contents and subjects, but you could tell at a glance that they were painted by him.

Because he has a unique "painting style".

  What is 'painting style'?

The special concept that transforms all the characteristics of a painting, a kind of "spirit" in creation, is called "painting style".

So, if we put aside all the 'paintings', put aside those 'physical existences', and simply appreciate the 'style of painting', then... what does the 'style of painting' look like?

And this is what Li Qi saw at this moment.

Things that are combined with soul, concept and logic, "thoughts" that are abstract to the extreme, as long as the "concepts" here are reproduced in the real world, works with exactly the same "style" can be created, and one hundred, ten thousand or even one hundred million works with the same style can be created.

This is true "abstraction", which abstracts a painting into an idea, mathematics or even logic itself, and a situation that cannot be expressed in any concrete reality.

Many abstract arts pursue the extraction of "beauty" from concrete things and then reproduce it. From this point of view, it is not an exaggeration to say that this moment is the highest end point of abstract art. This is the purest abstraction of the beauty of art.

  The common beauty of all the works of every artist is described here and can be perfectly reproduced. Is there any more artistic abstract work than this?

Such a pure concept, this is the world where 'Spiritual Path' exists.

However, when Li Qi saw all this, he just twitched his mouth.

That's...nonsense.

He looked around, in this 'North Pole' constructed by pure ideas, in this 'back of the real North Pole', Li Qi finally found the lair of Lingdao.

This is an abstract Arctic, a place where there is no concrete reality but only abstract concepts.

Eyes, ears, and touch are of no use here, because there is no light, no sound, and no tangible material.

Here, you can only rely on your heart to perceive.

  What is the 'heart'?

Don’t ask, if you ask, it’s not the ‘heart’ anymore.

This is a priori knowledge that does not require any study or understanding; it is innate knowledge. Everyone can naturally understand what the "heart" is, and there is no need to explain or teach it.

Li Qi also understood it naturally.

But he still sneered a little.

Lingdao is still looking for the commonalities and essence of things, which is simply nonsense and meaningless in Li Qi's view.

Things have no essence, or rather, things themselves are their own essence.

But...it's not completely without merit.

Li Qi glanced around and could clearly see that the spiritual path did not pursue such a thing as 'the absolute only ultimate ideal'.

There are many kinds of "concepts", which can conflict with each other or coexist harmoniously. Although concepts are extracted from things, they are not absolute.

Relying on this detached concept, Li Qi has understood the existence of the Arctic.

It turns out that the reason why he couldn't find the North Pole was because Li Qi didn't abstract himself enough from his existence. He was too "concrete".

When he sensed from Beijia's heart the "power that overcame his most fanatical emotions and greatest fears", he finally discovered the existence of the 'spirit'.

"Have you been looking for a long time?" At this time, a 'message' appeared in Li Qi's ears.

"Only six hundred years." Li Qi smiled.

For a second-grade cultivator, six hundred years is just the time for a nap, which is not a very long time.

"What do you think?" the voice asked again.

"Nothing to see. By the way, who are you?"

"My name is Ming Leshan, and you are Li Qi, right?"