Changsheng: I can sell everything

Halfway up the mountain, a figure appeared silently under the tree trunk!

The appearance of this figure greatly stimulated the big white goose.

The big white goose jumped up almost instantly. It opened its beak and blew violently at the scattered dead branches that were glowing with fire: Huh, Huh——

The woman in white said: "The fire is out. If you need to blow the wind, won't it be done if you light the fire again?"

And just as the woman in white finished speaking, she saw the flames on the dead branches "surge" and finally started to burn!

The flames swept upward instantly, burning all over the fire.

The big white goose was so surprised when he saw that he had made the extinguished firewood burn again with the help of the wind. He immediately turned his head and screamed proudly at the woman in white under the tree trunk.

"Kangkongkangkang!"

"Excited!"

What do you know? Look, the fire is burning again, right? It really burned!

While chirping, the big white goose circled happily around the fire. From time to time, it rubbed its body against Song Ciwan.

Song Ciwan just smiled and asked: "Dabai, if you look at it now, can wind still defeat fire?"

The big white goose immediately shook its head like a rattle. While shaking its head, it yelled: "Kangkongkong! Aangangangang!"

No more, no more!

But then, the big white goose had new doubts.

This wind blows out the fire for a while, and makes the fire burn again. So does it suppress the fire or not?

Why is this matter so complicated?

It’s so difficult to understand, so difficult to understand!

The big white goose ran to Song Ciwan again. It turned around and turned its head, seeming to look at the woman in white next to the broken piece of wood, as if warily.

This woman in white is very cold and very beautiful. In this deep mountain, her appearance has a thrilling beauty.

The big white goose looked at her, and she looked at the big white goose.

Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of crisis spread in the big white goose's heart. It couldn't help but spread its wings, from being next to Song Ciwan to standing in front of Song Ciwan.

Song Ciwan patted the plump back of the big white goose and said slowly: "Water can overcome fire, but when the water is weak, it will be evaporated by the flames; wind helps the fire, but if the wind is too strong, the flames cannot bear it. Likewise, will be destroyed instead.

It can be seen that the so-called mutual generation and mutual restraint of all things in the world are not absolute. When the water is full, it overflows, and too much is too little. The way of cultivation is the same as the way of all things. This is true for both humans and monsters. The focus is still on control and balance.

Dabai, you understand carefully and guide the demonic power. When you can control your own demonic power to the point where the wind blows dust and only moves a grain of sand, you will truly understand the true meaning of channeling and can form elixirs. "

These words can be said to be a real guiding light for the big white goose at this moment.

Song Ciwan was always like this, able to express the principles of spiritual practice vividly and simply in understatement. Not only is she seeking the truth herself, but she is also truly seeking the truth with the big white goose.

In the past, Big White Goose was ignorant and had no deep feelings about this. After gradually enlightening, he suddenly felt the beauty of this kind of guidance.

It raised its neck and screamed with joy. There was a kind of joyful and unspeakable excitement surging in its chest.

The same is true for the woman in white under the broken tree. Originally, she asked the big white goose why it insisted on blowing the wind and why it couldn't just focus on the fire. When this question was asked, her tone was indifferent.

Although there is no obvious hostility, there seems to be no goodwill either.

Song Ciwan ignored her and did not avoid her. Instead, he preached to the big white goose in front of her using the method of teaching. During the sermon, a kind of silent truth and meaning spread to the surroundings at the same time. At this moment, the people listening around are not just the big white goose and the woman in white under the broken tree?

There are also birds on the trees, pheasants in the bushes, and in the distance there is a lynx lying down with its ears pricked... On the ground next to Song Ciwan, a grass blade with some aura is slightly bent. waist.

This is the teaching!

When this technique reaches the highest level, it can even be said that the sky is full of flowers and the stone is nodding.

At that time, let alone what Song Ciwan said was reasonable, even if she referred to a deer as a horse and confused right and wrong, the creatures shrouded in the spread of the law would probably nod their heads one after another.

Unfortunately, it is too difficult to practice teaching.

All the Taoist arts and techniques that Song Ciwan has mastered so far have basically reached a state of perfection, and he can be said to be a top master of subtle manipulation.

Only in the art of transmitting the law, she has only practiced it to the master level. Compared with the level of proficiency, she is still far away from it.

This is because the path of Dharma practice is quite special. It is basically difficult to increase Dharma experience by just practicing hard. Only by practicing again and again and spreading one's own Tao and Dharma to more living beings can the teaching of Dharma be significantly improved.

Song Ciwan was so generous with his lectures and spoke them just right, which made the woman in white gradually become fascinated while listening, and she felt as focused as a big white goose.

After Song Ciwan finished talking to the big white goose, he looked at her again and said, "Just now, fellow Taoist asked why you need to blow the wind and why you don't light a fire again. What I want to tell you is that I can blow the wind and so can you. ignition.

All things in the world can change at any time not only through growth and decline, but also through the interplay of principles. Therefore, there is no standard answer to everything.

Fellow Taoist, why not allow others to be others and yourself to be yourself? "

After saying this last sentence, the woman in white, who had an indifferent expression, suddenly froze.

She opened her red lips slightly and murmured: "Allow others to be others and be yourself? What should I do then?"

At the same time, the scales of heaven and earth appeared, and Song Ciwan received a burst of energy: [Demon heart, the race-specific demon king Qishan Charming spirit, the dream demon's sobriety, confusion, and entanglement, can be sold for one pound or two. 】

Mountain charm, dream demon!

It turns out that the woman in white in front of me is the legendary dream demon.

The dream demon in the demon king stage!

Song Ciwan once practiced the Dharma of entering dreams, and was well aware of the terrifying attacks in dreams.

The most horrifying thing about this method is that it is difficult to tell whether it is true or false, making it difficult to distinguish between fantasy and reality.

So, the dream monsters have appeared. Is Song Ciwan in a dream or in reality at this moment?

Could it be that from the moment she stepped into Yanduan Mountain, she unknowingly walked into the dream of the Dream Demon?

In Song Ciwan's body, the true fire of Samadhi burned faintly, and the gods in the sea of ​​consciousness opened their eyes.

From the perspective of a god, the dream demon seemed to be a ball of air, standing quietly in front of Song Ciwan.

But the surrounding space was clear. It was obvious that the dream demon did not use any dream-like tricks on Song Ciwan.

The dream demon's expression was a little dazed, and she said: "What I want to do now is to tell you that all the demons have gathered on Yanduan Mountain to intercept and kill you."

It’s New Year’s Eve. I wish my dear friends a happy New Year, good luck in the New Year, and all the best!