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Chapter 218 Assassination
Gan Daozi's eyes were full of admiration, he sent a voice transmission to Xiao Anran, and said: "The artistic conception of this painting is so profound that I am not as good as it, even if it is the great Buddha in the legendary "Amitabha Sutra", I think it is nothing more than that. Sect Master Xiao, if you want to draw a picture of the Taoist ancestors, it is best to find this painter, and maybe you can push your Yuanyang Taoism to the level of "The Past Amitabha Sutra."

The two major cultivation systems in the world of Yangshen, if martial arts body training is materialism, then Taoism soul training is complete idealism.

Dao follows Dao, Dao comes first, and Dao is the foundation.

And what is Tao?
Tao, mysterious and mysterious, is a supreme artistic conception and a state of mind.

To practice Taoism, you must first visualize, and the strength of the form of visualization lies in its own Tao, or its own meaning.

Take, for example, the Amitabha Sutra of the Past.

The reason why this sutra can make people immortal is because there is an immortal past in the Great Buddha.

As long as one comprehends this implication, even if the soul is shattered, as long as one can hold on to the last bit of mind and visualize the Great Buddha, one can reunite the soul.

Therefore, the foundation of cultivating the Tao and refining the soul lies in training the mind.

As long as one comprehends the Dao, cultivating the Tao is as easy as eating and drinking water. If one does not comprehend, it is naturally difficult to make progress.

This is also the reason why real scholars only read books and do not practice Taoism.

Because the Dao of Heaven and Earth is all in the book, as long as you master it, then cultivation will naturally be a matter of course.

Just like the philosophers in the middle ages, Haoshou spent his whole life, but if he didn't practice, he would go through seven thunder calamities and become the creator once he practiced Taoism.

And Li Yizhi's portrait contains a profound Confucianism and Taoism, which can make people enlightened.

This is also the reason why after Hong Yi visualized Li Yizhi's portrait, he not only inspired wisdom, but also made great progress in Taoism.

Xiao Anran was heartbroken, nodded lightly, and said, "I'll go ask the owner of the Yunkong Pavilion later, about the author of this painting."

Fang Xiandao is the Taoist sect of the present age, conferred by the Daqian Dynasty.

The Daoist Yuanyang they practiced worshiped Daoist Yuanyang. According to the legend, Daoist Yuanyang opened up this world and evolved everything in the world.

In terms of artistic conception alone, Yuanyang Taoism is even higher than the Three Classics of the Great Chan Temple. After all, this world was created by Yuanyang Taoist.

But in fact, Fang Xiandao's Taoism is at best top-notch, and it cannot be compared with the other holy places.

The fundamental reason is that the Daoist Yuanyang they visualized has a poor connotation and cannot reflect the artistic conception of opening up the world and evolving into all things.

Cultivate the Tao, the Tao is the foundation.

Yuanyang Daoist's picture lacks meaning, so naturally he cannot exert the greatest power of Taoism.

clang!clang!
The time for a cup of tea passes in an instant, and there is a person beating the gong to count the time.

Hong Yi and Luo Yun reluctantly looked away from the portrait and left with the crowd.

Walking out of the Yunkong Pavilion, Luo Yun said with fascination in his eyes: "I don't know who made this painting. It would be great if I could meet and ask for advice in person."

Hong Yi thought for a while, and then said: "Princess, I actually know the painter, but unfortunately I don't know where he lives. When I see Brother Li again in the future, I will definitely introduce you."

For Luo Yun, he was very grateful. Not only did he give him a finger wrench as a gift, but he also helped him deal with Mrs. Zhao.

Luo Yun was overwhelmed with surprise, and hurriedly said: "Hong Yi, it's great that you actually know the painter. After that day, I will ask you to help introduce him."

"Naturally. But if you want to ask Brother Li to paint, then I'm afraid I won't have the face." Hong Yi said.

Luo Yun said with a smile: "It is enough to be able to pay a visit, and there are other extravagant demands."

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Palace, Palace of Diligence.

Emperor Qian said: "Xuanji, do you still remember the remnants of the previous dynasty?"

"Oh, Your Majesty has already found him?" Hong Xuanji asked.

Emperor Qian nodded and said: "That's right, this person's name is Li Yizhi, and he rented a small yard in the east of the city. These days, he has caused quite a stir in Yujing City."

Emperor Qian's dark forces are extremely large, and the shadow guards are all over the world. It is naturally very easy to find someone in Yujing City.

"Li Yizhi."

Hong Xuanji read it lightly, and said, "Your Majesty is talking about the so-called statue of Confucianism and Taoism. I don't know which one of the ancient masters?"

Emperor Qian smiled meaningfully and said: "This so-called portrait of a Confucian and Taoist saint is not a medieval figure, but a self-portrait of Li Yizhi himself. According to rumors, this portrait has a profound artistic conception and contains endless true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism. Thinking about it can open up people's wisdom, which is extremely miraculous."

Hong Xuanji's face darkened, his eyes flickered with murderous intent, and he said, "This man is looking for death, how dare he turn himself into a Confucian or Taoist sage."

Since the ancient philosophers, there has never been a saint in Tianzhou.

The reputation of Confucianism and Taoism saints is too heavy, so important that not only the imperial court will take action, but also the aristocratic families will not give up.

From the perspective of the aristocratic families, this is Li Yizhi's tarnishing the name of a saint; from the perspective of the court, they don't want a saint sitting on top of their heads.

Emperor Qian shook his head and said: "The so-called Confucian and Taoist saint portraits are only sought after by the world, and the aristocratic families will not do anything to him, and even try to win him over in every possible way. This is what I am most worried about."

The power and influence of the aristocratic families are too great. Once Li Yizhi gets their support, he can overthrow Daqian in an instant.

Hong Xuanji said in a deep voice: "Then Your Majesty, do you want to get rid of him first?"

Emperor Qian nodded, and said: "At first, I still thought about following the vines and sweeping away the remnants of the previous dynasty. Now it seems that I can't wait any longer."

Hong Xuanji agreed: "This matter really cannot be delayed, it needs to be cut quickly."

"It's just that I'm still a little confused. Why did the other party make such a big show? Wouldn't it be better to act in secret?"

"Your Majesty, there are a lot of arrogant people in this world. It's not surprising that Li Yizhi has already stepped into the Immortal with one foot at such a young age."

Hong Xuanji smiled faintly.

In his life, he has killed countless geniuses and wizards, and he has seen even crazier ones than this.

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East of the city, a single courtyard.

The bright moon rises in the east, hangs in the mid-air, and sprinkles endless moonlight.

The night wind was cool, blowing off pieces of dead leaves, floating down.

In the yard, Li Yizhi was practicing "The Great Strength of the Bull Demon", and tempered it with blood energy at the same time, making the tendons all over his body gradually become more resilient.

Tendons are ligaments attached to tendons or bones. The stronger the tendons, the stronger the toughness of the limbs, which can affect the bones of the whole body and produce stronger strength.

Li Yi practiced "The Great Strength of the Bull Demon" outside, and internally tempered the muscles of his body with the blood energy of blood pills. He was immersed in the cultivation.

Suddenly, a subtle spatial fluctuation came from not far away.

Li Yizhi was alert for a moment, and then he saw a void suddenly burst, and a saber light suddenly appeared, cutting towards him at an unimaginable speed.

The light of the knife was like a flash of thunder, almost blinding Li Yizhi instantly.

He felt his skin tingling, as if countless sharp knives had been scraped across his cheeks, and a strong breath of death rushed towards his face.

(End of this chapter)