The taboo that covers the sky

Chapter 61 What is a saint? (First update, please vote!)

Time passes and the sun and moon reincarnate.

In the blink of an eye, a few more days passed.

Qi Ming has taken a quarter of the potency of the True Phoenix Immortal Medicine and has successfully extended his life for hundreds of years. He has also reached the level of Saint Ninth Level Perfection and is only one step away from the Fifth Immortal Saint King.

As for the old man Qi Yun, no message came out after he entered the retreat room, and there was no movement in the retreat room.

However, Qi Ming seemed to have great confidence in his senior brother and was not worried at all.

"Senior Brother Ming, how about you and I having a discussion?"

After thinking hard for many days to no avail, and still having no idea about that special feeling, Li Chengnian turned his attention to Qi Ming, who had just broken through.

"I think His Highness the Prince seems to be restless recently. Why don't you go for a walk in the Sutra Pavilion?"

Qi Ming did not agree to Li Chengnian's request to discuss Taoism, but instead made a pertinent suggestion.

"Alright."

As the saying goes, books have their own beauty. He felt that he had been a little restless these days. It would be good to go to the Sutra Pavilion to read a book and relax his mind.

In terms of solemnity and solemnity, the entire Demon Emperor's Palace is undoubtedly the Sutra Pavilion.

Although it looks ordinary on the outside, under the detection of Li Chengnian's spiritual thoughts, it is many times more magnificent than the so-called temple in the Demon Emperor's Palace.

Just looking at it, one feels full of energy, as if one has come on a pilgrimage, one has the piety and joy of seeing the true God, and one's soul seems to be washed by the strong aroma of books.

There is no limit to the sea of ​​books, which is the most appropriate sentence in the Sutra Pavilion.

Tens of thousands of miles of blue waves, vast and boundless, are all transformed by endless books. The scene is so spectacular that it can be said to be shocking.

Occasionally, when a big wave hits, you can see countless books churning. The aroma of books fills the entire pavilion, and the light is shining, as if all the wisdom of the gods are scattered in it.

These books are made of paper, jade, bamboo, gold and stone, and even clouds, mist, and rays of light. There are countless magical things in them. Everything can be turned into a book, carrying the wisdom of the ancients.

This is a vast sea of ​​books, with no end as far as the eye can see.

In the depths of this sea of ​​books, some places are gray and change into strange shapes, as if they are fairy birds and animals, trying to rise into the sky, seeming to break free and soar in the nine heavens.

In the Sutra Pavilion, strange phenomena occur from time to time, and people occasionally die suddenly, with unknown causes.

It is said that it was caused by the influence of the magic book in it. It was because a person's mind was not strong enough and was disturbed by the ideas in the ancient book. He became obsessed and died.

However, in Li Chengnian's view, some mutations have really occurred in the Scripture Pavilion. Some books seem to have become spiritual, have become conscious, and will attack those disciples who are immersed in the sea of ​​books.

"Yes, there are a lot of books, you can read them slowly."

Li Chengnian looked at the vast sea of ​​books in front of him, smiled and nodded.

However, it is not good to have too many books. It can easily cause friction between the spiritual light and turn the books into spirits. The library in the Demon Emperor's Palace has such a problem.

Of course, there are actually advantages to this, that is, by traveling among these books, the knowledge recorded in these ancient books seems to come alive, making it easier for the disciples to understand the true meaning.

Li Chengnian sat cross-legged in the void, began to sense the aura of the scroll, and used his spiritual thoughts to identify the type.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, he "saw" a vast sea of ​​books, each word of which seemed to contain endless profound meanings.But one bad thing is that these books are too messy, as if no one has sorted them out for a long time.

"Organizing the sea of ​​books is a kind of practice."

Li Chengnian's eyes were piercing, and there was endless divine light flowing between his forehead bones, and his whole person had a different kind of temperament.

Books carry the wisdom of sages and inherit world civilization. They are the basis for connecting the past, present and future and recording the past of all beings.

Collecting and organizing books and passing them on from generation to generation is a great achievement in itself.

Just like the ancient saying before time travel - to establish a heart for the heaven and earth, to establish a destiny for the living and the people, to carry on the unique knowledge for the past saints, and to create peace for all generations, this is to be a saint!
This is a responsibility, a great responsibility given by the history of civilization.

At this moment, Li Chengnian felt that his heart had never been clearer and clearer than before, his whole body and mind were more relaxed than ever before, and the divine radiance between his eyebrows became more intense.

He no longer deliberately pursues that special feeling, and he no longer dwells on the taboo threshold he once touched. He seems to be just an ordinary librarian, doing what he should do.

This is not an improvement in strength, realm, or conduct, but an improvement in the entire human state of mind.

When sorting out these ancient books, his mind seemed to have spanned eternity, being with those sages and even talking to those sages.

He put aside all the urgent thoughts in his heart and devoted himself to the sea of ​​books. He wandered among the endless ancient books, began to sort them out, and also flipped through the books.

Taking a drop of water casually, it is an ancient scripture.

The writing is very vast, like mountains and lakes, and the entire body is carved from bluestone, as if it was written by ancient prehistoric people.

This is a book that records the evolution of texts in the world of Zhetian, including the mythical era, the ancient era, the ancient era, and even the last few pages record speculations about the chaotic ancient era that has long disappeared in the long river of time.

Li Chengnian's eyes flashed, and the knowledge in the ancient books slowly flowed into his sea of ​​consciousness like water.

Although this book hardly allowed him to understand the past and present, it gave him a lot of knowledge and a deeper understanding of this vast world.

As he turned around, Li Chengnian glanced at other books, and then an ancient book full of traces of time was brought to him and he flipped through it.

"The Burial Scripture records funerals, burials, Feng Shui, Yin veins, the refining of underworld tools, etc. This is an alternative source of heavenly books."

Li Chengnian received the inheritance from Master Yuan Tian very early, and now this burial scripture interprets Feng Shui, dragon veins and other knowledge from another angle, which has really benefited him a lot.

"Bone forging and acupoint transfer, herbal classics, and spiritual animal records"

For a time, the knowledge contained in dozens or hundreds of ancient books was exposed before his eyes, giving him a sense of wisdom, omniscience and omnipotence.

Between the eyebrows, the soul is as bright as the scorching sun, hanging down in a series of divine radiances, leaping and jumping, slowly rising, like the bright moon hanging high in the sky, shining through thousands of mountains and rivers.

Although these books are rarely about spiritual practice and only record some ordinary things, they all contain rich civilized knowledge, which is of unimaginable benefit to Li Chengnian.

It made him seem to feel a hint of the heart of a saint.

Saints are said to be immortal, not only because of their powerful cultivation, but also because of their moral character, state of mind, and words and deeds. It can be said that this is more difficult than becoming an immortal. Precisely because it is difficult, almost no one in this world can do it. Respected as a saint.

The saints in the cultivation world are just some monks with strong cultivation, and they are far from being called saints.

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Dear readers, have you read any books today?Hahaha! ! !

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