Chapter 57: sincere

"After rumors of cultivation to the ghosts, flying in the clouds, facing the baptism of the thunder, and resisting the past, you can use the power of thunder to turn the spirit from the yin to the pure yang, and become a yang god, change endlessly. The magical power is more powerful, but it is better than the other people. But this thunder and lightning is the power of heaven and earth. The power is too great. If you don’t pay attention, it will fly away. It’s no wonder that Ziyue said that the dynasties of the dynasties have been endless, but the cultivation is endless. The realm of Yang Shen became a fairy, only in the legend, did not appear ........."
After the spring thunder of the sky rang, it gradually subsided, and the spring rain was more entangled in mian.
I don't know how long it took. Suddenly, at the door, a group of unseen eyes were slowly gathering, and finally gradually became a human form, it was Hong Yi.
The soul of Hong Yi was agglomerated and formed, and no longer dared to wander, and went to the bed of his own body, but it drifted very slowly, and it was scattered, and it seemed to be scattered at any time, such as the oil lamp in the rain.
Finally, wandering to the bed, the soul seems to be a drowning person caught a life-saving straw, slammed into it.
After the soul entered, Hong Yi’s whole body was shocked. After a long time, he opened his eyes, his face was pale, and he completely lost his blood. It was like a person who had just healed after a serious illness.
Hong Yi only felt that he was weak and reached the extreme.
Sitting on the bed, a little power can't be lifted.
This is the sequelae of the gods who have just been shocked by the thunder. This time, the damage of the soul is more serious than the injury of the qi and blood masculine of Hong Xuanji in the Zhengfu!
Just after the spring thunder, the moment of the soul was shocked, Hong Yi immediately became faster, and the thought immediately entered the thousands of different kinds of unchanging nature, maintaining the realm of truth.
Under such thoughts, I finally left a seed of mysterious thoughts. After the thunder, I managed to recover, but it was still a great injury.
Just after the horror of the soul, the horror in Hong Yi’s heart seems to have entered the endless, incomparable dark terror cycle, and then experienced a long thousand thousand reincarnation, enough to kill the horror of any soul memory, helpless . After recovering now, it is still a shock, and I don’t want to try again.
"If there is no such thing as not moving, the realm of unspoken nature will always remain in my mind, I am afraid that it will be really scattered now."
Hong Yi's face was slightly restored to a little blood, talking to himself.
Recalling the fear that is more than everything after being shocked by Chun Lei, powerless, after the practice of ghosts in the future, after crossing the thunder and robbing, practicing the road of cultivation of Yangshen, there is no longer a little bit of control, even if there is no Amitabha He did not have a bit of control in the practice of practicing the soul.
This kind of heaven and earth is not a weak person to compete with. With a little bit of power, you can break any powerful ghost fairy into a powder.
Suddenly, Hong Yi had a completely useless idea of ​​the road he was practicing. Even a strong person can't resist the thunder of heaven and earth.
"Well? Is my confidence shaken?"
"What is courage, what is sincerity? Ziyue? Yuan Zhen? Even father? Too Shangdao, Zhengyi, Fangxiandao, even no people, the people of the vacuum road? Do you not know the power of heaven and earth? Their experience They are ten times richer than me. They also know that things are impermanent, the world is sinister, and the roads are sinister like the nine secluded winds. But they are still moving forward without any reversal. On the road of cultivation, there is no room for confidence to shake."
Hong Yi felt that his confidence was shaken. Suddenly, he asked himself.
"I used to think that reading poetry and reading poetry and understanding the righteousness of the righteousness will have courage in my heart, but these are all false, and the outsiders are strong. Only when they really embark on the road of pursuing the other side, they can withstand the prestige of heaven and earth. Go ahead and be fearless. This is true courage and sincerity."
Hung Yi asked himself and not only reflected on himself.
Every time I ask a question, every time I ask, Hong Yi feels a sincere thing, rooting from the bottom of my heart.
"No amount of life, no amount of light, no Amitabha in the south."
Suddenly, Hung Yi really recited the last eleven words in the scriptures, and the two hands became round, and they were filled with enthusiasm.
He does not worship the Buddha, but worships the kind of sincerity that has experienced endless disasters, experienced thousands of worlds of reincarnation, and still maintains its true nature.
Why is this kind of realm worthy of devout worship?
"The power of heaven and earth, can't compete."
At the same time, Hong Yi's hands were flat, looking at the sky outside the window, and the most sincere worship of the heavens and the earth.
Under the heavens, there is no life without awe.
Until today, he really understood, what is the power of heaven and earth.
It is the power of the heavens and the earth to reach the other side.
This kind of weak life, always perseverance, to break through the limits of the heavens and the earth, the limit of life, is how determined? What a great amount of perseverance?
"The long road is long, the thorns are dense, the power of heaven and earth, people are alone, and bear everything by themselves."
At this moment, Hong Yi has sincerely admired all the people who walked on Xiandao and Wudao on both roads, and hoped to be detached. At the same time, he also worshipped and feared the most sincere.
A thought that includes level, joy, awe, courage, is born in the heart of Hong Yi.
The spirit of Hong Yi has a feeling of reincarnation. This is not the growth of the soul, nor the improvement of the cultivation, but after the experience of the heavens and the earth, there is no annihilation, and the baptism of the rest of the heart after the robbery.
Whether it is a cultivator or a warrior, the path taken is a Jedi way. In the thousands of thorns, surrounded by tigers, leopards and wolves, the road is surrounded by a road that is difficult to move forward.
Among the boundless seas, the winds and waves are overwhelming, and they must be destroyed at any time, and they will never see the despair of the other side.
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This is sincerity.
Constantly asking questions and constantly introspecting, Hong Yi finally touched the "sincere" conception, and pursued the true nature of the other side with a sincere heart. How much wisdom and courage to include in this? How much perseverance? How dangerous? How much does it have to turn back?
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Hong Yi asked himself, between the provinces, to enter the realm of meditation.
The damaged spirit slowly recovers. After the introspection, the peace, joy, awe, courage, wisdom, perseverance, and sincere thoughts in the heart are like the spring rain that wraps around the mian. Focus on the heart.
Until the night, and then to the evening, Hong Yi sat in such a meditation, motionless.
One night passed, the morning was bright and the sky was breaking. When the sun shone on Hong Yi’s face, he was awake and opened his eyes. There was a moving color between heaven and earth.
The soul of the soul is silent, suddenly abrupt out, facing the sun, Hong Yi still feels the whole body stinging, a blur.
The cultivation has not increased.
However, Hong Yi's soul is back to the shell, but there is no impatience in his heart, nor because of the vastness of the sun, irresistible anxiety. Instead, it is a kind of strong courage on the road of life for future practice.
Even if it is a catastrophe, the front is the abyss, and I still insist on the sincerity.