Chapter 2573: Nine Zhuan Dao Jing

After a day of closing his eyes and meditation, Shen Lang's mental state was restored to its best level.
In order not to be disturbed, Yun Henzi specially took Shen Lang to the sea of ​​flowers hundreds of miles away from the bamboo house.
The environment here is quiet, and there are forbidden enchantments laid around by Yunhenzi, and no one will disturb him.
After Yun Henzi left, Shen Lang took out the Ananda Sutra.
This celestial book rubbing of Ananda should be the same as the rubbing of Sword Realm. You can see the content in the rubbing by immersing the divine mind into the rubbing.
Xianshu rubbings can be viewed not only with spiritual knowledge, but with unique skills. First of all, it is necessary for monks to have strong obsessions in their hearts and to strengthen their beliefs by this.
This fairy book rubbing also possesses a certain degree of spirituality. If the monk himself is dubious about the content in the fairy book rubbing, he cannot be accepted by the rubbing.
Sitting in the sea of ​​flowers, Shen Lang held the rubbings of the Ananda scriptures in his hand, immersing his divine mind in it, and a strong obsession was born in his heart, wanting to peek into the secrets of the rubbings.
Not long.
"Buzzing!"
Large swaths of five-color light flew out from the rubbing, wrapping Shen Lang.
Immediately afterwards, these rays of light produced a strong tearing force, and Shen Lang did not resist, letting these rays of light himself into the rubbings.
"here is?"
Opening his eyes again, Shen Lang found that he had reached a strange place.
The sky is clear and the breeze blows.
At this moment, Shen Lang is above a sea of ​​clouds, his body is floating in the air, unusually light and ethereal, as if a gust of wind can blow him away.
"Huh!"
Just at this moment, there really was a gust of wind blowing, and Shen Lang's body drifted into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds like catkins dancing in the wind.
After an unknown period of time, Shen Lang's body fluttering in the wind suddenly stopped, and there was a cloud-shrouded mountain in front of him.
On the top of the mountain is a bamboo forest, and three old men with different styles walked here.
One of the old men appeared to be a monk, wearing a coarse cloth monk robe, skinny as wood, and still had nine ring scars on his head.
The other old man was wearing a Taoist robe, white eyebrows and long hair, and a fairy-like bone.
The last old man wore black armor and was extremely sturdy, with scarlet eyes like blood, and his whole body released a terrifying sorrow.
The three elders strolled and chatted, and the sound of exchange and discussion came to Shen Lang's ears.
"Two fellow Taoists, how do you understand what is meant by cultivation?" The old man in Taoist robe asked first.
"Amitabha."
The monk folded his hands together and said, "From the perspective of the poor monk, what is cultivation should be divided into two questions. What is ‘cultivation’ and what is ‘reality’?"
"Interesting. In my opinion, cultivating the true and the true, removing the false and keeping the truth. Those who go for cultivation, and those who keep for the truth." said the old man in Dao gown with a smile.
The monk clasped his hands together: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. To eliminate suffering is to cultivate and to correct it to be true.
The last old man in armor sneered: "You two don't pretend to be arrogant there. In Lao Tzu's view, desire is cultivation, and strength is true!"
The three old men argued endlessly.
At this moment, the old man in Dao Robe smiled and looked at Shen Lang floating in the sky, and asked, "That fellow Daoist, how do you think of the word cultivation?"
Shen Lang was shocked, and he couldn't help but start to figure out the meaning of cultivation.
The three elders stopped arguing and stopped to look at Shen Lang, as if waiting for Shen Lang's words.
"Cultivation in a broad sense means that monks practice cultivation and gain stronger strength. The words of this armor-clad senior are best understood. Desire is cultivation and strength is true. All monks covet stronger power, so they cultivate. But If you pursue power too much, you will be swallowed up by power, and you will have weaknesses. The demon repairer pursues power, and this armor senior should be a demon monk."
After finishing speaking, Shen Lang turned his gaze to the monk on the far left and said: "The so-called extermination of suffering is cultivation, and correction is true. It can be understood as the cultivation of the mind. All desires are the sea of ​​suffering. Annihilating yourself in the sea of ​​suffering is correcting To detach oneself from oneself, this can also be called comprehension. For those who cultivate the mind, this senior monk should be a Buddhist monk."
Finally, Shen Lang turned his gaze to the old man in the Dao gown in the center, saying: "The one who goes is for cultivation, and the one who keeps is true... Only this sentence can be truly defined as literal'cultivation.' Falling into distractions in the world, birth, old age, sickness and death, and even everything that produces negative emotions for oneself, and things that can hurt oneself. Being true means to leave everything you want, and even the power of desire, to show your true self beyond yourself , It doesn't matter good or evil."
The old man in the Taoist robe smiled happily: "Then this fellow Taoist, who is the most correct "cultivation" of the three of me?"
Shen Lang closed his eyes and thought for a while, and said calmly: "The three seniors are all correct, because they have different definitions of cultivation. As long as they follow the inner interpretation of cultivation, they can't be said to be wrong. But the most accurate definition of cultivation is junior. I think it's still'removing the false and keeping the truth.'
"Hahaha, fellow daoist, you are destined to me."
In the long laugh of the old man in Taoist robe, the old man in monk robe and the old man in armor turned into two blue smoke and disappeared.
"Huigen, Dao Xin, Demon Seed, are the three aptitudes of human monks to achieve the golden immortal. Fellow Daoist, you are a rare person with Dao Xin. I will teach you a Taoist mental method. What mental method do you want to cultivate? "The old man in Dao Pao asked with a smile.
Shen Lang was extremely surprised. The scenes seen in the ordinary fairy book rubbings were all like images, but the people in the Ananda sutra were able to talk to him, as if they were conscious!
Without thinking too much, Shen Lang hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "The younger generation wants to cultivate a mental method of refining the body, the stronger the better!"
The old man in the Taoist robe smiled and said: "I give you the supreme body-refining mental method of Taoism, the first level of the Nine Zhuan Taoism."
As soon as the voice fell, the sleeves of the old man in the Taoist robe lifted up, and a large amount of golden text flew out like a whirlwind, and his brain poured into Shen Lang's mind.
"what!"
Shen Lang held his head, screaming incessantly, his brain seemed to explode, and the pain was unbearable.
I don't know how long the pain lasted before it gradually disappeared. The golden rune had deeply entered Shen Lang's mind and could never be forgotten.
"Nine turns... Dao Jing!"
Shen Lang muttered to himself, a huge wave was set off in his heart.
It's not because of anything else, but this Jiu Zhuan Dao Jing is really a true immortal mentality! It is a very powerful exercise method.
It is a pity that the Nine Zhuan Dao Sutra originally had five layers, and the old man in the Taoist robe only passed it on to his first layer.
"Senior, can you pass the next four layers to me?" Shen Lang couldn't help asking.
The old man in Taoist robe said frankly: "This seven-color heaven book is incomplete, I can only pass you so much. Remember, you are the second person to enter the heavenly book. If another person enters the heavenly book, the heavenly book will If it disappears, the spirit power I'm waiting for will also dissipate."
As soon as the voice fell, the body of the old man in the robes gradually turned into a burst of blue smoke, dissipating in the sky.