From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

Jiang Liu merely smiled at this, then suddenly transmitted his voice to Xiao Yu: "Xiao Yu, why don't you look down?"

Hearing the voice in her head, Xiaoyu was surprised that Jiang Liu could also have telepathy, but she obediently looked down through the helicopter window.

The helicopter was passing over the giant rock formed from the temporary body of the wooden sow. A relatively rounded, flat hillside jutted out from the river, with two tusks pointing straight into the sky.

The riverbanks were crowded with people. Looking down, the crowd was dense and numerous, like a black ocean current. Some were bowing to the giant rock, others were placing offerings, and some had even carried the deceased onto the rocks protruding from the river, chanting scriptures and incantations before finally pushing the body into the river.

"Judging from this situation, it won't be long before the Ganges is filled with filth again."

Xiaoyu pondered.

"If there's a next time, I won't be able to help."

Jiang Liu revealed the fundamental truth.

Protecting their own home is their own business; others can help for a while, but not forever. However, this world is covered by the already established Zhou Qi Bureau. If the Ganges River is not flowing smoothly and becomes polluted, it will subtly affect the operation of the Zhou Qi Bureau, and there is even a chance that it will give birth to demons.

He helped this time only because the balance of Yin and Yang was shifting towards harmony. If the Ganges River were blocked, the conflict between the black energy and the righteous energy would launch a final counterattack, which might give birth to another demon.

Secondly, it's to give Xiaoyu a reminder.

In other words, some things cannot be solved by force, nor can they be countered by magic. Just like the Ganges River, if we cannot guide people's hearts and educate the native Indians to take spontaneous action, we can only cleanse it periodically...

Of course, over time, no matter how clean a river is, it will accumulate filth. But it must be cleaned and tidied up constantly. How can we wait until it has accumulated for a long time before we start to solve the problem?

Small things add up and can become hidden dangers!

Regarding spiritual cultivation and self-cultivation, the state of being to be pursued is naturally as follows:

Bodhi has no tree, nor is the bright mirror a stand;

Originally there was nothing, so where can dust settle?

However, if we're talking about the practical methods, we must follow Shenxiu's requirements:

The body is a Bodhi tree, the mind a clear mirror.

Keep it clean and dry from time to time, lest it get dusty.

If you only pursue the former, it's like trying to catch the moon's reflection in the water—

The moon hangs in the sky, its reflection shimmering in the water; how can one scoop it up?

How can one attain enlightenment by living in harmony with the world, possessing nothing, and disregarding worldly affairs?

If we only pursue the latter, it's like putting a pillar inside a wall—

If a pillar is placed in a building, how can it not collapse over time?

Perseverance is good, but how can one attain enlightenment without considering one's own character?

Yes, it is the right path to cultivate one's mind with the enlightenment of Huineng and to conduct oneself according to the principles of Shenxiu; neither can be lacking.

Xiaoyu also understands this principle, but to truly comprehend it, she needs to calm down and experience it slowly. In terms of the brilliance of her life, Xiaoyu has far surpassed ordinary people, but when it comes to the accumulation of spiritual cultivation, that is, the practice of the path of cultivation, she is still far behind.

The master leads you through the door, but the practice is up to you.

Now, Jiang Liu has already imparted the path of cultivation to Xiaoyu and taught her for three years. The remaining path of "practice" is for Xiaoyu to explore on her own...

···

What should we do?

On the banks of the Ganges, the fake agent gazed at the surging waters and asked the fake Xiaoyu beside him, "The treasure at the bottom of the river is probably gone."

They witnessed the entire process of the wooden sow publicly exposing the filth of the Ganges and drawing out clean water, and the gold and silver below must have been incorporated into that giant rock.

The boulder has become a sacred stone for the locals, attracting widespread media attention and drawing countless believers who are unable to carry out any action under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

"Now there are only two of us clones left."

The fake Jiang Liu, the fake Chen Long, and others have disappeared without a trace.

They must have been murdered.

revenge?

joke.

Fake Xiaoyu didn't care about those people's lives or deaths; on the contrary, she felt freer without them!

The clone's memories are different from the original, but its personality is almost identical. At this moment, the fake Xiaoyu felt that she had gained true freedom.

And her goal is—

“We’re going to England, the homeland of magicians, where there must still be many magic books left.”

Xiaoyu made a decision: "I want to gain true freedom, but I don't want to live like a wild beast in the deep mountains and forests."

and so.

We need to build our own unique business empire!

But we must also control the power that will make us invincible!

magic! "

"Good idea."

A clear female voice rang out behind the two of them.

It's Martindale.

"Zhumba's accomplice?" Fake Xiaoyu squinted.

“I’ve already withdrawn.” Martindale blinked and smiled slightly. “If you don’t mind, I can join you.”

"no problem."

Fake Xiaoyu stared at Martindale for a while before suddenly laughing out loud, extending her hand to shake hers. "Welcome to the team, Martindale. In the near future, I'll show you just how easy it is to make money!"

"Then I'll wait and see."

Martindale gave an expectant smile.

"But first, we need the initial capital. Please provide it now!"

The fake Xiaoyu reached out her hand again.

Martindale: "..."

As for the alliance between the fake Xiaoyu, the fake agent, and Martindale, Jiang Liu, sitting in the helicopter, was already aware of it. After thinking about it for a while, he decided not to interfere.

[The Second Episode of the Real and Fake Xiaoyu]

Let Xiaoyu handle it herself in the future.

After returning to District Thirteen, Jiang Liu stayed for another half month. He, Lu Jin, and Duanmu Ying packed everything up and reforged eight more tokens of the immortal god.

Although the eight demons were sealed in hell, their active bodies continued to transform into the foundation of the primordial world, but their souls originated from the evil thoughts of the Eight Immortals. As long as the Eight Immortals live, the souls of the eight demons will never perish.

Once their bodies have completely disappeared and their souls are free, they can travel between the Yin and Yang realms. As long as they possess a living being, they can use the energy information within that being's soul to transform the flesh and blood body back into a demonic form. At that time, it will be necessary to peel them off and seal them away.

"Goodbye."

Xiaoyu was naturally reluctant to see Jiang Liu and the others leave, but unlike ordinary girls, she was able to quickly adjust her mood and continue her life.

Even when faced with life and death—

It will make me sad.

But I will never dwell on sadness; instead, I will pick myself up and move on.

This is not heartlessness, but rather the most commendable courage.

"goodbye!"

Jiang Liu smiled slightly, waved to Xiao Yu, Chen Long, his father, and all the members of the Dragon Group, then took out the Hetu Luoshu, flipped it to the first gold page and the first black page, but no longer needed to rely on Qi to trigger it. With the vibration frequency of Hunyuanzi, it resonated with it, forming one ring after another of spatial folds around the three of them.

In an instant!

In a flash of white light, the three figures vanished from their spot, leaving only a gentle breeze.

"Xiaoyu, as the saying goes: parting is for a future reunion."

Seeing tears welling up in Xiaoyu's eyes, Chen Long patted his head and comforted him with a smile, "With your talent, you might even be able to cross parallel universes in the future!"

"Uncle Long, I'm not a child. I just got some sand in my eyes." Xiaoyu said stubbornly, but she also smiled through her tears.

After laughing for a while, Xiaoyu fell silent again. Before Chen Long and her father could comfort her, she said, "Uncle Long, Father, I want to go back to Hong Kong and then go to university on the mainland."

"Xiaoyu, why would you have such a thought?"

Chen Long was puzzled, and considering the future, he reasoned that the universities in the United States were, after all, better.

"Chen Long, don't interrupt Xiaoyu!"

The old man pointed a finger at Chen Long, but was much gentler with Xiao Yu, saying, "Xiao Yu, tell me your thoughts."

"Because China is my homeland..."

Seeing Chen Long's suspicion and her father's surprise, Xiao Yu changed her mind and said, "Okay, the main reason is that Jiang Liu told me to understand where my roots are."

Where we come from, we return to...

In that instant, Dad remembered the last lesson Bodhi Patriarch taught Sun Wukong in "Journey to the West," which Jiang Liu had given him—

To trace back to the source and restore the original state.

Then, put knowledge into practice!

"Dad supports you!"

The old man chuckled, then tapped Chen Long on the forehead again, saying, "Chen Long, let's hurry back to the antique shop and pack our bags."

"Pack your luggage?"

Chen Long was taken aback. "Does this mean we're going to the mainland together too?"

"if not?"

My father admonished me, “America is developed, but it is not our root. We need to draw wisdom and motivation from the ancient civilizations of the East.”

"Sir, what about me?"

Tru was nervous.

He's Japanese, so where will he live if the antique shop closes down?