My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 105 What is the meaning of love?Hui Jian Wang Qing

Jing Dinghui.

The first two are easy to achieve, either by talent or acquired ability, and "wisdom" is the rarest; seeing the illusory and seeing the truth is wisdom, which is not a talent, but it is better than a talent.

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"Hui Guan, kill the inner demon, and you can break through the level."

A majestic voice came from his mind.

Song Lin opened his eyes leisurely, feeling weak all over, and smelled a pungent smell of disinfectant.

I saw myself lying on a white hospital bed next to a beeping machine.

A Mediterranean doctor saw Song Lin wake up and said with a smile:

"You've been in a coma for three days. Don't stay up late next time. If the landlord didn't send you here in time, the consequences would be disastrous."

Song Lin was stunned, is this Huiguan?So true!

Thinking of this, he had a thought and wanted to summon the Zhiguai Tulu, but there was no movement for a long time.

Why not?
Is the Taoist experience false?What happened to the sound just now?

Song Lin couldn't help pinching himself, it hurt a little.

"Huh? Is there any other discomfort?" The doctor was puzzled.

"Um, it's okay, I had a very interesting dream."

"Haha, no matter how real it is, it is still a dream. Many people have passed between death and life, and their personalities have changed. Most of them are due to the inability to recognize the virtual and the real."

"Okay, you rest first."

The doctor walked out, leaving only Song Lin in shock.

How angry?What about the Zhiguai catalog?

Just when Song Lin was wondering, footsteps came from outside the door again.

Song Lin looked up, and was stunned for a moment, his eyes fixed on the two familiar and unfamiliar figures in front of him.

"Dad! Mom!"

During this period of time, Song Lin has never dared to face the fact that his parents who are still on the earth dare not think about the feelings of the old man after losing himself.

Now I see the old man again, with mottled hair, a face that is no longer young, and a slightly arched back.

Is it all fake?

At this moment, my firm heart was shaken again.

One side is the extremely real reality, and the other side is a strange and weird world.

Even if it is true, logically speaking, which one is easier to accept?
"Little Lin..."

His father was an ordinary civil servant who was not good at speaking. He was relieved to see that Song Lin was fine, but he couldn't say anything to comfort him, so he just watched quietly from the sidelines.

"You lie down first, your father and I have asked for leave from work to come over and eat some fruit..." Mother picked up a fruit knife and peeled an apple.

"Don't work too hard. The old man and I don't have to worry about food or clothing. We are satisfied with your brother's health. Your father's cold legs are fine. I bought a blanket a few days ago..."

Song Lin hadn't heard the nagging words of his parents for many years, and a warm current flowed in his heart.

But he still couldn't believe that this was the real world.

Song Lin remembered what he had just heard before waking up.

"Cut out the demons, and you can break through."

He raised his head and looked at his parents and the knife in his mother's hand.

Since it is an illusion, the parents in front of you are also fake, as long as you grab the knife and cut off the illusion in front of you, you can pass the checkpoint.

After experiencing so many worlds, even if he can't use his true energy, he still has the experience of killing people. He gently stroked the main artery in his neck.

The blood spurted out immediately, and the cut was deeper, and it was difficult to save it even in the hospital.

Mother put down the fruit knife and handed the peeled apple to Song Lin.

"If a person is not going well in other places, he can go back to his hometown. It's not too late to go back to work after a year or so of rest."

Cutting off the seven emotions and six desires can transcend the ordinary and become holy.

This knife is the Wisdom Sword, and today it is to cut off the fate of the previous life.

With one thought, the world is wide, and everything is light.

Song Lin picked up the knife and became ruthless.

"What's wrong?" Mother asked with concern.

"fine."

Looking into the eyes of his parents, Song Lin hesitated again.

What if this is true?If it is true, wouldn't it be too late to regret.

But memory told him there would be no fakes.

After hesitating for a long time, Song Lin suddenly realized, picked up a knife and cut the apple into four pieces.

"eat together."

After that, Song Lin went back to his hometown with his parents, found a job in his hometown, married on a blind date a few years later, and gave birth to a child a few years later.

In the next 40 years, he sent away his parents in middle age and his wife in his later years.

On the hospital bed, the elderly Song Lin was alone, and his children were unable to come from abroad.

Dying, dying.

Song Lin's eyes were bright.

"Sure enough." He was very excited, with the joy of seeing his true self.

This is the real sword of wisdom.

Too much forgetting love, losing love and forgetting love.

The way of the celestial master is the way of the Supreme Being to forget his feelings. This is the way of great love and affection, love yourself and everything.

Instead of cutting off everything, truly accepting and looking down is forgetting.

The so-called sword that cuts off the seven emotions and six desires is not the wisdom sword, but an ordinary sword. If you think that cutting off love will make you safe, it will only push yourself to a dead end.

Cut off the love of parents today, and cut off the love tomorrow, as long as the thought arises in the heart, it will be cut off. In the future, if the heart of love and desire arises, do you want to cut off your own ****?

So in the end, there is only one cold stone in the end.

On the hospital bed, Song Lin closed his eyes.

The surrounding scenery quickly receded.

Huiguan broken!
From now on, there will be no more distracting thoughts in my mind.

Song Lin opened his eyes, they were still meditating at the foot of the mountain, next to Hua Qing and Shi Yinhua.

When he stood up, Hua Qing suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, and was sucked out by an invisible force.

And Shi Yinhua's face was calm, as if there were signs of waking up.

This surprised Song Lin very much.

Not caring so much, Song Lin rushed to the top of the mountain.

All eyes were on him.

Daoist Huoyun put away his smiling face and stared closely at Song Lin's every move.

In the 120 years since his succession, no one has managed to win five thunders.

Maybe this kid can perform miracles.

Of course, no one has won this order, referring to Dingshen and below, Huo Yun himself can still easily win it, after all, it is someone else's inheritance, and it is useless to take it by himself.

Thinking of this, Huo Yun continued to look at Song Lin who was about to go up the mountain.

There is also a test at the end, the result of this test is to pass the recognition of Wu Lei Tianshi Yin.

On the other side, in Shanyin County, Xuanke Temple.

In the main hall of Guanzhu, a Taoist priest with horns on his head is practicing.

Between breaths, demonic energy lingers, guarded by thousands of gods and demons.

After a long time, Jiuyou finished his work, and his pupils turned into vertical pupils at some point, and various emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy appeared on his face from time to time, as if there was some kind of existence in his body competing for control with him.

"This body is getting worse and worse, the corpse Yinhua should be getting better soon, right?" Jiuyou thought to himself.

Since the incident with Zi Yuan that day, except for his consciousness, Jiuyou's entire body has been completely demonized.

If this continues, the consciousness will gradually be eroded, and then completely turned into a monster that the six relatives do not recognize.

Jiuyou's solution is to change a body, and it is still a body that can withstand the power of demons and is not corroded.

Only Shi Yinhua meets this condition.

The corpse Yinhua is the son born of the corpse, who was born ninety-nine and eighty-one days after the death of the mother.

It is an existence that is neither human, nor ghost, nor demon, nor demon.

"The day I return will be the time when I will be reborn."

(End of this chapter)