The heavens begin from the Daluo Hall

Chapter 30 Visualization
The flickering candlelight made Wang Heng's face glow red.

He was silent for a moment and said: "You have also seen that Laoshan did not teach me the fundamental method at all, and asked me to be a woodcutter, which is simply insulting."

"Maybe Daoist Qi is testing you, why don't you hold on for a while and see again..." Wu Ming's voice became softer and weaker, and he suddenly realized that Wang Heng had suffered quite a lot of discrimination along the way.

"Hmph! You don't understand." Wang Heng sneered and said, "Not just the Laoshan sect, but all the Taoist sects in the world will not teach me Taoism."

"Do you know? For the last three generations of my royal family, I have sent a clansman to apprentice every ten years. It has been 50 years. What did the five people get in the end? It was just teaching some small skills such as wall penetration, invisibility, and transportation." That's all."

Wang Heng clenched his fists tightly, and said unwillingly, "Because I am a son of a local tyrant, the Han family and the monastic faction are suppressing us, and we are restricted and discriminated against everywhere. Could it be that our Wang family has not contributed enough?"

He scolded: "Since the establishment of the Wang family, taxes and taxes have been paid every year, and a huge amount of money has been spent to build a sacrificial training ground. How many layers of skin oil have been scraped away by those Taoist priests from our Wang family, and seven or eight talisman seeds have been taken away. , forget it in a blink of an eye.”

Hearing Wang Heng's secret, Wu Ming suddenly realized that it is no wonder that generations of members of the Wang family have worshiped the Dapai, but no one has attained the Tao. It turns out that no one in the Wang family is willing to teach them the Tao. I was still wasting my time where I was, and what I had learned was only a few tricks, and finally I was lonely and old.

After talking about it, Wang Heng felt much more comfortable, and he said calmly: "The Daoists and the Han family prefer to accept good families like you as Taoists. They are simple and reliable. In fact, we don't want to become powerful, but there is nothing we can do about it. "

Hearing this, Wu Ming became more silent. The so-called good family is the middle class with a reliable political background and a clean background. The typical example is the Wu family.

To a certain extent, Wu Ming is very lucky. The family has been passed down from generation to generation. In addition, his father and grandfather deliberately controlled the scale of the industry, so the class attributes have been maintained very well.

Since ancient times, how many scholarly families have been transformed into big landlords and powerful clans because of their downfall in cultivating the Tao, and because of the reproduction of their descendants, they have stood on the opposite side of the common people and the imperial court.

This is human nature. If you have what you have, you want to have more, and you want to continue to climb up. The losers are in decline, and the winners are local tycoons and big businessmen, and they are listed as the key monitoring objects of the central government.

Wang Heng is not worthy of pity. I know from the vicious dog "Zhao Yi" raised by their family. The local tyrant has been stained with blood since birth. Three years ago, the common people in Qingzhou had no place to stand under the land annexation. However, countless people starved to death, the people were in dire straits, and riots gradually broke out.

Wu Ming secretly praised the Han family's approach in his heart, but he was speechless for a while when facing Wang Heng, the two of them suddenly lost their conversation, sighed lightly, and left separately.

When he got up the next day, he heard that Wang Heng asked Daoist Qi to return home, and it was approved.

At the foot of Laoshan Mountain, Wang Heng was less frivolous and more mature and stable. He was leading a tall horse, showing a heroic appearance.

When the two met, Wu Ming hesitated to say: "What are you going to do now? Rebellion...rebellion?"

Wang Heng was taken aback, stared wide-eyed, looked at the young man up and down and said, "Brother Ziwu, your idea is very dangerous. The Han Dynasty lasted for 2000 years, the people's hearts are stable, and the general situation is unshakable. I will take the lead to rebel? Besides, my Wang family has no worries about food and clothing. Why would you want to gamble your family and life for a vain hope?"

Wu Ming opened his mouth, recalling the weakness of capital, he wanted to slap himself in the face. Since ancient times, rebels have always been low-level people. The only exception is Li Tang.

"I want to go to the army to fight for a future." Wang Heng smiled and said: "If you fight for Lord, the situation will be different."

He said with pride: "Moreover, martial arts are only at the level of 'Martial Saints'. One day I want to hit the realm above and blaze a trail for future generations."

"Great, dare to be the first king Boping." Wu Ming admired, then bowed solemnly and said: "Then I wish you prosperity in martial arts."

Wang Heng clasped his hands back, saluted and said with a smile, "I also wish brother Ziwu a long and prosperous journey." After finishing speaking, he got on his horse and left gracefully.

Wu Ming pondered on the spot, the lords and nobles of the Han Dynasty are a privileged class, and they will live with the country, so all obstacles from the royal family will be nothing at that time.

What's more, the world today is not peaceful. In addition to the Han Empire that occupies China, the Northern Wei Dynasty is in the north, the [-] mountains are in the south, and there are countless enemies in the East China Sea and the West Desert. There are great opportunities.

But this has nothing to do with him, he shook his head and went back home, repairing his own way.

Jingshe, Jinggong room.

Wu Ming sat cross-legged and silently adjusted his breath, closed his eyes and prepared to meditate on the 'Vision Map'.In the midst of nothingness, wisps of spirituality gather together with the movement of Fajue, and Daoyun spreads, outlining a picture of a chaotic green lotus,
Suddenly, a mellow and crystal-clear Dao fruit emerged in the heart, and the map exploded and scattered into lines and imprints on the surface of the 'Wandering Warlock', and finally condensed a green lotus imprint, as if the soul system was completely contained.

"This is... I really guessed right, the way of the deceitful immortal needs to be polished, absorbing various systems from infancy to maturity." Wu Ming was overjoyed.

As he continued to contemplate the idea of ​​"good fortune and true contemplation", the Tao fruit condensed a little and made some progress, and the soul and Tao nature gradually grew.

In a dark place of meditation, filled with chaos, a green lotus stands tall and graceful, Wu Ming immersed in it, constantly perfecting the picture, the branches and leaves of the green lotus become more delicate and clear, as bright as sapphire, and the soul soaks in the warm sun.

Suddenly, he heard a small voice in his ears, like the chirping of flies, Wu Ming was curious and tried to identify it.

"Can you hear me?" a small voice whispered in his ear.

Just as Wu Ming was about to answer "I heard", he suddenly felt something wrong and became vigilant, then kept silent and watched the changes.

"Hey! Can you hear me?" Someone shouted in his ear, and he persistently shouted a few times in a row, Wu Ming couldn't resist answering.

Soon he felt his ears rustling as if something had crawled out. Now the boy was frightened and wanted to open his eyes to see what happened to his ears?He also wondered if he had become obsessed with practicing Falun Gong and suffered from hypochondria.

Wu Ming decided to take another look, feeling the strange change in his ears.

"He doesn't seem to be able to hear, let's come out." The little thing in the left ear said.

"Huh~, after holding it in for so long, I can finally come out to play." A joyful word came from the right ear.

Then Wu Ming felt that the things in his two ears really came out, and he walked around the quiet room, trying to keep calm, and began to think about whether there were any precedents for this kind of situation in the past cultivation knowledge and Master Qi's teaching.

After a while, there was no gain. He was really worried. It would be bad if his body lost something.

At this moment, a strange voice suddenly sounded in Wu Ming's left and right ears: "Hehe, I know you can hear me."

His heart was jumping up to his throat, he almost jumped up and screamed, he was extremely anxious, he eliminated Master Qi's words and knowledge one by one, the next moment he recalled a story in "Xiandao Yizhi".

"The person in the ear!" Wu Ming shouted in his heart, and he calmed down completely.

This story tells the story of a scholar who practiced Qigong non-stop in winter and summer. Suddenly one day he heard the words in his ears just like himself. As a result, he chose to respond, and happily thought he had gained the Tao.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the scholar answered, he jumped up and down in panic all over the room, as if he was frightened by the people in his ears, and the moment he finally fell into the scholar's ears, he heard some strange voice, and he went crazy on the spot, as if he had epilepsy, crying uncontrollably. stop.

Wu Ming learned his lesson, stopped listening to the words in his ears, observed Qinglian over and over again, and kept thinking about the idea of ​​"good fortune is really contemplating", the spirituality between his eyebrows soared, like a giant python entrenched between his eyebrows, he had a kind of thought It can lift the illusion of Xia Feisheng.

I don't know how much time has passed, Wu Ming was addicted to practice, the abnormality in his ears gradually disappeared, and he returned to normal. When he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt itchy eyes again. When he subconsciously wanted to open them and rub them, but he felt vigilant in his heart. Restrained instinct.

"Can you see it?" Someone in the pupil said.

Wu Ming sneered, having gained experience, he recalled the story in "Xiandao Strange Tales" again, this time it was "Tong Ren Yu".

It was the scholar named Zhang San again. He liked to peek at all kinds of things. One day he saw something and lost his eyesight.

The scholar was flustered, suspecting that he was infected with unclean things by observing and peeping every day. He regretted this and gradually began to restrain his behavior and morality.

After three years of self-denial and ritual restoration, the scholar heard the eyes talking in the dark, they were pupils, and when they came out, they recovered.

So Wu Ming imitated the saying in this story, restrained himself, watched the changes quietly, his eyes felt itchy and unbearable, he couldn't bear it anymore, he could only indulge in Cunsi's mind-blowing contemplation, the comfort eased the pain.

Soon, he felt that his eyes had returned to normal, and he was relieved.

When he came back to his senses, Wu Ming was shocked to find that his spirituality had doubled in the experience just now, but he felt that there seemed to be something shackled in the dark place, so he wanted to search desperately, but he lost a little distance every time. , In the end, I can only look at the ocean and sigh.

"Forget it, you can't force yourself to cultivate the Tao. It was dangerous enough just now, and the rewards are great. It needs to be digested." Wu Ming thought about it, and decided to stop and explore the land of darkness.

(End of this chapter)