Rebirth of the willow tree, creating the strongest tribe in the ages

Chapter 1020: Go Back
It is more like a bamboo raft than a sampan.

However, although it is simple, it is surprisingly useful.

Jiang Huai was sitting on it, without feeling any bumps at all, and it stayed steadily in the river.

He held the bamboo pole in his hand and without much effort, the narrow wooden board rushed out as if it had wings. In a short moment, it was far away from the isolated island.

The river was surprisingly calm, and the water surface reflected the sky above, which was chaotic.

Only this endless river is surging and roaring.

Jiang Huai was not in a hurry to row the bamboo pole, but let the boat drift with the current.

He sat cross-legged, very calm, with shining eyes, and at the same time, reached out to touch the flowing water beneath him.

The gurgling water brought a little coldness, and it seemed to feel no different from real running water. However, the moment he touched it, Jiang Huai could feel a suction force coming along his arm.

Fortunately, he reacted in time and pulled his hand out.

The river is as calm as a mirror, but undercurrents are surging beneath the water.

He was in no hurry to row in any direction, or rather, for him, rowing anywhere was fine.

Over time,
Jiang Huai seemed to have become one of the thousands of boatmen, ordinary, common, but persistent in finding the other side that he had been longing for.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Jiang Huai has adapted to this ferrying life.

On the vast river surface, there are too many small isolated islands that can only accommodate one person. They are only a few meters above the water and most of them are empty.

When encountering isolated islands with inhabitants, Jiang Huai would row his boat forward to chat with them, just like other boatmen.

However, it is not an invitation to these isolated islands, but a question of where they want to go.

The people on the isolated island saw that Jiang Huai's sampan looked so strange and looked over.

Among them, some had long and pleasant conversations with Jiang Huai, and some even wanted to board his small raft.

Jiang Huai agreed one by one and sent the people on the boat to the other side they wanted to go.

Some boatmen were so jealous when they saw that he had so many people on such a simple raft that it couldn't be any simpler, and they wanted to help him share the pressure.

Amidst all the hostile looks, Jiang Huai smiled and refused them one by one.

At the same time, the strange feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Logically speaking, this vast ocean belongs to my sea of ​​consciousness, but the scenes inside are not under my control.

Even, when I was immersed in it, I felt like an ordinary boatman.

Perhaps this sea should not exist.

In the dark, Jiang Huai felt an inexplicable power fluctuation that wanted to devour him and trap him here forever.

That is the Tao!
The true Tao!

There is no big word.

Because Tao itself symbolizes the exhaustion of everything, the end of everything, the source of everything, and it cannot be described by quantifiers.

The world has all kinds of Tao, and Tao also encompasses everything in this world.

It does not exist, yet it exists.

Every breath of spiritual energy you exhale is the Tao.

Every bite of food you eat is also Tao.

From food, clothing, housing, transportation, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

Any resources involved in the practice.

As big as time, cause and effect, fate, space, and a cultivation system that can reach the so-called pinnacle, even the extremely powerful life itself...

Everything is Tao, everything is part of Tao.

It exists at all times, yet it does not exist at all times.

Because you know that everything you do is the trajectory of Tao, but you can never truly perceive its existence.

At this moment, this boundless river is the true body condensed by Tao.

In fact, this situation should not have happened. The Tao is fleeting and changes every moment. It is impossible to maintain a state for a long time, and it is impossible for anyone to come into contact with the true Tao.

It's like no one can touch nothingness.

Jiang Huai didn't know how much time he had been crossing the water. He was very leisurely. Whenever he met like-minded people who wanted to give them a ride, he would help them.

Therefore, Jiang Huai saw the other shore that many boatmen talked about.

Those other shores really exist.

Jiang Huai gained something.

These sampans coming and going may seem disorganized, but in fact, they are not.

Along the way, he met almost every boatman he met again after a period of time, and everyone was looking for the next shore.

"So that's it." Jiang Huai suddenly realized.

“This river is the river of desire in everyone’s heart.”

“It keeps rushing and flowing. As long as the desires of sentient beings remain, this river will never have an end.”

“Birth, old age, sickness and death, greed, ignorance, anger and delusion, even if the big desires are the same, if you break them down, there will always be differences, so the rivers will never stop flowing!”

"This shows that Tao is also the embodiment of desire!"

"Because everyone in the world has desires, even flowers, grass, and trees have desires. They want to climb to a higher level, want to have stronger power, want to live a more decent life..."

"Especially, everyone's desires vary at different times. Often, once a desire is fulfilled, it will be immediately replaced by a new desire."

Jiang Huai felt that his sea of ​​consciousness was boiling like never before.

My whole body felt like it was under a raging flame.

An isolated island is like a pure land in the midst of desire.

The people on the isolated island are equivalent to newborn babies. They are like pieces of blank paper, waiting for someone to write on them with pen and ink.

As for the boatman's eagerness to invite others on board, he is actually trying to impose his own obsession on others.

The old boatman pursues power, the young boatman indulges in pleasure, and the silk-maker desires immortality.
There are countless kinds of obsessions. When a certain obsession has the most people, it will become the mainstream of this sea of ​​obsession!
Got to the back.

Jiang Huai abandoned the raft.

Jump into the ocean.

He was swimming lying down, using his body as a boat, drifting with the current.

The water was boiling, revealing all traces of Jiang Huai's practice from the beginning to now.

this day.

Jiang Huai is like a small boat that has hit a reef.

The solid, hard feeling came from under my feet again.

He looked up and saw a mountain in front of him.

Like a huge stone tablet inserted upside down here, it spans across the vast and magnificent water.

On the top of the mountain, there was an old man wearing a straw raincoat who was casting a net to catch fish.

The man twisted his body and with a light touch, the large net in his hand was like an upside-down bowl, covering nearly half of the water surface. His movements were skillful and neat.

There was a flash of silver light in the net, and then it disappeared into the water.

After a while, the old man's hand holding the rope moved slightly, and the big net shook in the water, emitting fragmented silver light. The openings between the fishing nets were like big mouths, sucking in the small ferry boats around.

Immediately, countless sampans capsized in the water, were beaten to pieces and disintegrated by the violent and fast-flowing water.

The boatmen are like dumplings put into the pot.

"What we are fishing for is the obsession of all living beings."

Jiang Huai climbed the mountain and when he reached the halfway point, he looked at the boatman struggling in the big net, and a flash of enlightenment came over him. He saw the old man lifting the net with one hand.

The fishing net "full of fish" was dragged out of the water like a big sack, along the straight long steps, all the way to the top of the mountain.

During the dragging process, there were intermittent wailing coming from the fishing net. Later, the wailing turned into curses and then gradually stopped.

Jiang Huai climbed to the top of the mountain and came to the old man.

“Why not fish deeper? Maybe you’ll get more.”

The old fisherman looked at Jiang Huai, as if he was a little surprised that a boatman could actually come here. He looked Jiang Huai up and down:
"What I salvaged were just some old dreams, all delusions. These old dreams can no longer be considered obsessions, they are all insane. If I keep them, not only will they not get better, but they may also affect the entire lake.

Do those crazy fish want to imitate the carp that leaped over the dragon gate and escape from this ocean of obsession? Cut off your own desires and obsessions...

What a joke, what a wild idea, what a wild idea, don't you think about it, how can a fish leave the water?!"

The old man seemed to be talking to himself, but while speaking, his eyes were always on Jiang Huai.

"What do you think?"

The old man wearing a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat suddenly asked.

The old man shouldn't have spoken.

He should be like a stone, an unyielding stone.

Even though it has experienced wind and rain, even though it has gone through long years, it can only stand here motionless, and no boatman should be able to reach here.

But right now, perhaps it is the loneliness that has lasted for eternity.

Or perhaps it was because in recent years, there had suddenly been too many unrealistic fish trying to escape from this lake in an attempt to become equal to themselves.

Or perhaps there is actually a boatman who can reach here.

In short, due to various reasons, the old man in the bamboo hat took the initiative to speak for the first time in countless years.

To his surprise, the boatman actually agreed with his approach.

"Makes sense."

Jiang Huai nodded without commenting.

Fish really cannot live without water.

If you leave the water, you will either be dried into salted fish, or braised or stewed, and become someone else's meal...

"It surprises me that you, a boatman, actually agree with my point of view."

The old man in the bamboo hat is very novel.

"I originally planned to capture you as well, but your answer successfully saved your life." The old man said slowly.

Over the long years, too many fish have died in the lake in their unrealistic attempts to escape from here. These fish continue to survive, and as soon as one batch is cut, another will grow immediately, and the situation is getting worse and worse. If this continues, more and more "fish" will be affected, and the old man is worried.

"Young man, since you are absolutely sure that what I said is right, then what do you think should be done to solve this hidden danger?"

Perhaps because the boatman in front of him agreed with him, the old man in the bamboo hat couldn't help but say a few more words.

"How do you plan to solve this problem?" Jiang Huai asked instead of answering.

The old man glanced at Jiang Huai and said, "What else can we do? Of course, we should clean it up in time."

Jiang Huai shook his head: "Maybe I have a way."

The old man frowned and came closer.

"Take the thoughts of all living beings as your own thoughts...sacrifice to all the heavens and the myriad ways, sacrifice to the thoughts of all living beings!"

Jiang Huai's voice was very soft.

The moment he finished speaking, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. The peak was gone, the old man was gone, and at this moment, there was no ocean, and no ferryman...

All that was left was a huge red furnace.

It was like a big sun hanging in front of Jiang Huai, and under the furnace was a blazing fire.

"All paths are firewood, and one's body is the torch."

“This is my new path.”

"Go through all the realms again."

"Walk all the great ways, surpass all realms, and reach the end of all the fruits of the Tao."

"Then... sacrifice the Great Dao of the Heavens and ascend to the Dao Sacrifice Realm again!"

"In that case, even if you haven't yet entered the realm above the sacrificial path, you may still have the strength to fight. At the very least, you will definitely not be powerless to resist."

Jiang Huai's thoughts were calmer than ever before.

This path will definitely be difficult, there is no doubt about it, even for myself, even if I have the vision of the Dao-sacrificing realm here.

After all, no one in ancient, modern or future history has been able to complete all the Tao fruits, or even reach the end.

Even Chu Loli in the Holy Ruins has two kinds of Tao Fruit.

One kind of Tao fruit is the Tao fruit of the old days, and the other kind of Tao fruit is the pollen Tao.

And Jiang Huai has to go through the whole process.

To be honest, this is impossible to accomplish, because there are some Tao fruits that may be difficult to reach their limits even after trillions of years, or even to get a glimpse of the beginning.

This is something that even an immortal age could not accomplish. Even if it could be accomplished, by that time, the red-haired monster would have already made his move.

However, Jiang Huai has an impossible shortcut.

He saw the true path.

All the fruits of the Tao are manifested as obsessions and desires in the sea of ​​​​mind.

In this way, he only needs to experience those obsessions and desires, which is somewhat like the refining of the mind after entering the Red Dust Gate.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, countless images flooded into Jiang Huai's mind like a tide.

That is the obsession of all living beings.

There are children's longing for reunion,
There are wanderers who miss their hometown and relatives.

There are merchants chasing after wealth,
There is the emperor's obsession with power...

Obsession and desire, whether pure or complex, form a torrent.

Jiang Huai floats and sinks in the torrent, keeping his mind clear and not being swayed by these thoughts.

I know very well that if I cannot control the thoughts of all living beings, I will be swallowed up by them and lost in this vast sea of ​​thoughts.

Before his eyes was an unprecedented grand picture, with new content being drawn all the time.

Time flies by so fast.

Fairyland, exotic land...

For a long time, we have been doing nothing.

On this day, some people prepared for a long journey, deep into the sea ahead.

Jiang Huai recorded all the battles that took place with the strange clan in the depths of the sea boundary, and condensed them into a trial ground, providing trials for all beings who have reached the supreme level and above.

If your strength is too low, you will be eroded by the strange fluctuations in the brand, which will not be worth the loss.

The Ten-Crown King, the Exiled Immortal, Gu Chen, and even Shi Hao, Ye Fan and others also went to the trial site deep in the sea of ​​​​boundary to fight against the strange ancestor under the mark, trying to spy on the other party's methods and ways.

It is worth mentioning that during this period of time, Ye Fan, Shi Hao and others have been staying in Liu Village, doing their best to increase their own foundation.

They had a premonition that perhaps a decisive battle was approaching, and they felt a precarious feeling they had never felt before. They might be shed blood or even die in it.

The group did not succeed. They fought and battled hundreds of times with the strange remnant of the ancestor that was imprinted in the trial ground, but from beginning to end, they gained nothing.

The way of the strange ancestor is very strange. It is not the original and cannot be copied.

However, it was not completely without gain for everyone.

Although Ji Dao Realm is powerful, it is still within the realm of Immortal Emperor. During this period, their tacit cooperation has greatly improved. If they work together, they can seriously injure a brand.

(End of this chapter)