Chapter 453: Chaotic world

It is difficult to practice, it is difficult to go to the sky!
Practice is like going to the sky, stepping on an invisible and rugged road to the sky, and the higher the repair, the more it will fall, the more miserable it will be.
Therefore, the more serious the pedestrians are, the more cautious they are when they practice, and they are cautious. If they are afraid of making a wrong step, they will fall into the abyss and never recover.
A mortal who has not yet "selled the law" wants to practice, must strengthen his beliefs, and pursue the "true law" between heaven and earth, and seek a "real teacher" who can guide himself to get started.
And those rookie practitioners who have "seen the law", if they want to further practice, they must solve the big problem of "financial". Even if the big problem of "finance" is solved, he will continue to solve "companion" and " The two big problems of the land.
Even if all of the above are solved, he has to face many "artifacts" in the world.
Each of the instruments has its own unique attributes and characteristics, and the means of surrendering are also different. Before Li Yundong surrendered to Qibao Tongling Fan and Liuhe Jianshun, the water can be said to be in one go, so he also relaxed on the matter of surrendering the device. Be alert.
After all, he practiced for a short time. When he surrendered the instrument, he did not practice the rich Aster. He did not know what kind of situation he would encounter when he surrendered to the famous Buddhist instrument.
One of the fuels is the personal weapon of the Buddha's name, Fahai. Although the weapon was left to the descendants after the sea was seated, it was not always in an unattended state. The name of the demon sorcerer is numerous, and one of the most famous users is the 28th year of the Guangxu reign of the Qing Dynasty.
After the sea lantern mage was seated in 1989, this Buddhist instrument was flown into the world and eventually flowed into the hands of Quanzhen Duffy. From 1989 to the present, the time is only over twenty years. The real yuan did not dissipate much, and this burning finger has the biggest difference with the Qibao Tongling fan.
That is, after the Qibao Tongling fan was seated from the Tang Xianzong period, no one ever used it. Therefore, the true power of this Buddhist instrument has always been in a decline.
The burning index is different. It has been used for more than 30 years with Fahai. It is the powerful and powerful Buddha of Fahai, which has been guarded for more than 30 years, plus the personal guardianship and use of the famous names. So that the Buddha's power of this instrument is not only weak, but the generation is stronger than the first generation. Each generation of the name has left its mark on the burning finger to test the next user, thus avoiding the burning of the finger. Fall into the hands of the monks.
The two, the burning finger is made of glaze, and the glaze is the Buddhist ritual, the inside and outside is clear, the net is innocent, so in order to surrender this purely pure instrument, the practitioner must first "internal and external" Mingche, there is no flaw in the net, otherwise it will cause the rebound of the true yuan mark left by the sorghum of the dynasty, thus launching a fierce counterattack.
Li Yundong had talked with Pu Ren and Xin Cheng masters in Xiyuan Temple before, and his heart had already dropped a lingering suspenseful thought. After adding it, he met a manic devil, and more and more increased the anger and embarrassment of Li Yundong. gas.
Although Li Yundong calmed down before entering the final stage, he could finally drive out these negative emotions in the depths of his mind. With such a situation, he surrendered his finger and his anger and anger were detected by the burning of the fingers, thus judging Li Yundong as A "great wicked person who hates violent temperament", the true Yuan imprint of the dynasties of the past dynasties began to fiercely counterattack, and Li Yundong's gods were drawn into the world of the squandering.
Although Li Yundong was settled at this time, his knowledge was extremely clear and clear. He could feel that he was in a boundless dark world. He seemed to be in a vast and boundless world, and the whole world did not exist. Even if you don't exist, the world is empty, and you are empty!
The flesh is empty, the real yuan is also empty!
It seems that there is only one illusory, and the same empty soul!
But when all of this is empty, I can still feel my own existence. I can't get rid of this situation no matter what I do. This situation is really making Li Yundong secretly shocked and feared.
He remembered what Su Shi once said: "There are three major horrors in practice. There is a big horror between life and death. There is a big horror between heaven and earth. There is a big horror between the real and the false!"
These three horrors, Li Yundong have more or less experience, he thought that after he experienced these three horrors, these three horrors will not appear to entangle themselves.
What he did not think is that these three horrors are the common konjac of all practitioners in the past and the present, and countless practitioners fall under these three horrors. As long as their minds are slightly relaxed, these three horrors will be ruined. Entering, let them go into flames, let these high-level practitioners fall into the dust, and become a waste among the mud that is not as good as ordinary people.
When Li Yundong first built the foundation, he had encountered such a big horror between the virtual and the real, and at this time, his knowledge was dragged into the world of the smoldering, and the knowledge was like being imprisoned. In a vast universe, Li Yundong not only can't tell what is false and real, but also can't break free from this virtual realm.
He is like a small dust floating in the boundless universe. No one knows when he will be able to reach the other side and when he can break free from it.
When Li Yundong was stuck in this empty world, Su Shi returned to his room. The little girl twirled and lie on the bed. A pair of beautiful eyes widened, and all the heavy heart was a matter of heart.
Xiao Shantou’s heart has been entangled in the restaurant, she repeatedly said to herself: Waiting for Yundong to surrender the finger, I will tell him about it.
Yes, but what if Yundong is angry at the time? What if he dislikes me? Give the tea house to yourself, and give him something like this?
Don't tell him, can't you? It seems that the other party has not come to find trouble!
In the heart of the little girl, the heavenly man fought and threw a night in the bed. Until the dawn, she slept deeply.
After the dawn, the sounds of the little foxes rang in the living room, and the little girl was awake and woke up from her sleep.
After Su Shi got up, he made a big yawn on his head, and then he wore a pair of long pajamas and a pair of slippers, and went to Li Yundong's room with a sleepy eye.
Xiao Shantou dreamed of entangled the problem before going to bed last night, and now I can't help it anymore. When I climbed up, I went to Li Yundong.
The little girl walked and muttered in her mouth: "No, I have to tell this thing to Yundong quickly, or else this thing will torture me to death..."
Su Shi went to the door of Li Yundong's room. She first listened to the situation in the room, but saw that it was quiet and there was no movement at all.
Su Shi’s slight glimpse, the heart: Is Yundong sleeping, or is it a magic weapon?
She looked at the sky, her heart: Now it’s more than eight in the morning, won’t it be served in one night?
The little girl thought for a moment, tentatively tapping the door, and shouted weakly: "Yundong, are you there?"
But her voice shouted like a sinking sea, no response, Su Shiqi said: "No, if you are sleeping, this shout should have been awake."
The sleeper's sleep is very shallow, just to meet the rest of the physical function, a little shouting, will immediately wake up.
Su Shi thought about it and said: "Is it true that it is surrendering to the blame? If it is really surrendering, then I can not disturb Yundong. What if he goes into flames?"
Thinking of this, Su Shi left Li Yundong's doorway with a light hand. She went to the bathroom with a sorrowful look. She looked at the mirror and had some fluffy and messy hair. She licked her hair with anxious eyes: "Oh, hate it. The hearts of people are uncomfortable!"
At this time, the image of Li Yundong, who was floating in the void of the world, heard the familiar and soft voice on the other side of the distant world shouting his own name.
Li Yundong suddenly felt a spirit, like a person who did not have the backbone of the heart, and he suddenly rushed to the direction of the sound.
But in this vast and boundless world, Li Yundong never reached the other side of the game, and he did not know how long it took. Li Yundong stopped the action almost desperately. He looked at the infinitely horrified and fearful look. Darkness, heart: No, so you may never swim to the other side!
But he quickly thought: But, I clearly heard the voice of the nephew on the other side, she must be there! How can I leave her alone?
In this world, no one can stop me from being separated from my nephew.
How can the small world in this district stop me?
Li Yundong’s mind was uplifted, and the real Yuan image suddenly appeared in his own body. He could feel his emptiness and become tangible and tangible. He instantly turned into a three-headed and six-armed unmoving king, raising his hand. Thunderstorms, anger and lightning!
At this time, Li Yundong was struggling madly in the world of Xiaoqian. At the beginning, all the power he vented was swallowed up by the vast and boundless dark chaotic world. As time goes by, Li Yundong’s anger is getting more and more popular. He seems to be transformed into a wrathful Ming Wang, and the heavens and the earth are shaking and shuddering in his anger!
Slowly, this small world began to show obvious shocks. The dark and chaotic world that was originally dead and heavy began to have a flowing wind, as if a dark and hard eggshell was crushed by the power of Li Yundong, and there was a gap. So the light of the outside world has also come in one by one.
Li Yundong saw more and more light around him, and he was increasingly madly struggling to vent his anger, as if to smash the cage that trapped himself.
But when he was about to smash this little world, Li Yundong suddenly heard a distant and majestic sound coming slowly. This voice seemed to be solemnly spoken by the Buddha on the other side of the West: "What is practice?"
Li Yundong heard this sound suddenly, he stopped the action of destroying Xiaoqian world, and widened his eyes and looked around, as if looking for the direction of the voice, he said: "The practice is both a cultivation!"
This voice quickly came from all directions: "What is the heart?"
Li Yundong said with some impatientness: "The cultivation of the heart is the heart that does not move, does not anger, does not like the greed, does not move, the heart!"
The voice said: "Since you know what it is to cultivate, then you should also know that your heart is full of obsession, and that obsession is mourning, people who have mourning, I can not let you go."
Li Yundong couldn't help but anger: "Fart! What are you doing to study Buddha? Isn't it just to be a Buddha one day? Isn't this kind of thoughts obsessed? Is this obsession with Buddha becoming a mourning? ?"
The voice was silent for a while, and said: "Amitabha, the donor is right, but not right. But no matter what, you can move on and see what step you will follow with your obsession."
After all, this voice never sounded again. Li Yundong waited for a long time. He finally waved his fists and violently released the thunder lightning from his hand toward this small world.
The sound of the bang, this dark little world was instantly smashed by Li Yundong, and his eyes suddenly brightened, like a world from a polar night to a world of extremes.
Li Yundong blinked his eyes slightly, and after adjusting to the glare of the light, he fixed his eyes.
This time, Li Yundong was shocked.