After dawn the next day, Chen Lian was still no different from the past. Ruoxi only thought that everything about last night was just a dream.

Today my brother started to let her see things, and the objects were her bracelets.

The bracelet placed on the table made her imagine that there was a kind of energy between the world, and it was poured into the nine beads according to her thoughts.

This was very boring. She didn't want to play for a while, but her brother was rarely strict. She stopped until she could hardly hold on.

When she practiced the word "Yong" again, she felt extremely relaxed. With each stroke, her body became much lighter and more flexible.

In fact, the origin of practice lies in this way. At the beginning of ancient times, no one preached, but some people were able to gain extraordinary power and even break the limitations of life and death.

Just because one day, someone or someone suddenly had a whim and imagined that there was another force in the world that could obey the command of thoughts and do something beyond common sense.

All things are born from existence, and existence is born from nothing.

Qingxuan emphasized that "If you want to practice your behavior, you must first cultivate your mind." There are also reasons for this.

The spirit relies on matter, but if the spirit is strong to a certain level, it can also affect matter in turn. The Buddha said that he attained enlightenment in dreams, and Zhuang Zhou said that he dreamed of butterflies, which is probably the case.

Ruo Xiyuan couldn't understand this principle, but the calligraphy that I used to think was boring suddenly became happy, but there was only one more painful thing than practicing calligraphy before.

The plan for the day lies in the morning. If you get up early to do things, the time will appear long.

Because the speed of time is sometimes determined by how much experience it is.

Ruoxi felt that she had done a lot today, but in fact half of the morning had passed. She lay on the small table with some boredom, and suddenly heard a strange sound of wooden fish. It seemed very far away, but it seemed to be close to her ears. After hearing this, Ruoxi felt her whole body relaxed, her eyelids slowly became heavy, and she finally fell asleep without falling asleep.

Chen Lian has the danger of life and death, but it is not in front of him. His life is just like the sun in the sky, and it has not yet reached its most intense moment.

When the sound of wooden fish sounded, he went out. He flashed and passed away on the street like a ghost, and soon arrived at the riverside.

On the wide Anping Canal, boats come and go, and the eye-catching one is not the small boat in the river, but the Imperial Bridge that spans the long river.

The scenery of the long river is protected by a bridge. The bridge is built in an appropriate location, connecting the capital city of Shenzhou divided by one water, with a magnificent atmosphere.

Its appearance is a stone arch bridge. An old monk stood on the edge of the stone bridge, and pedestrians came and went, with a kind of charm of "people walking on the bridge, but the water flowed on the bridge."

When Chen Lian walked slowly from the river, it seemed that the scenery behind him was gradually illusory. This was not a scene in reality, but a spiritual feeling.

The old monk also instantly turned his gaze into the river to Chen Lian.

He was naturally Kuhui, holding a silver-gray wooden fish in his hand. Chen Lian had seen this wooden fish many years ago. At that time, he was still very weak. The wooden fish was called "Taiwei". Among the Qingxuan, there was "Taiwei" in Taiwei Pavilion.

The sound it makes is called Soul-Stationing Sound. It is hard for people without spiritual wisdom to hear it. At that time, "Taiwei" was in Ling Chongxiao's hands. Many years ago, it was in Qingxuan.

If there is no light, the world will be dark. However, in the world of mind, the light of the material world cannot penetrate.

If Chen Lian closes his eyes, he will find that the old monk is a light.

There is a Buddhist scripture that practice means lighting a lamp, the light will never go out, and the spiritual platform will not be ignorant.

As a person grows older, his body continues to decay. He will indeed make progress in promoting qi cultivation skills such as Zhou Tian, ​​but the practice at the soul level will not stop.

However, practicing the soul is much more difficult than practicing qi. Buddhism does not focus on physical liberation and is committed to the liberation of the mind. In this aspect, practice is indeed generally better than Taoism.

But Chen Lian is different from ordinary Taoist monks. His most advantage is his soul.

After many years, Kuhui saw Chen Lian again, and the shock he felt was far beyond the understanding of others. When he and Shen Lian looked at each other, they seemed to see the boundless sea. Even though the waves were not shocked, once the wind and rain were blown away, it would be enough to break his bones.

The pedestrians around could not watch the strangeness of the two. When Kuhui was stunned, Chen Lian followed a breeze and arrived near Kuhui.

"You and I haven't seen each other for sixteen years." Chen Lian's voice was as young as his appearance.

The tone was calm and easy-going, like the white clouds reflected in the river.

Ku Hui said, "I didn't expect you to remember clearly."

"It's because of talent that I can remember."

"Well, do you still remember Ye Liuyun?" Ku Hui smiled.

"He is an interesting person, and even more outstanding than me in some ways, but I was born in the next life, and I was not a fan of the same height as others." Chen Liandao's clothes fluttered, empty and empty.

Kuhui thought that even if Chen Lian had been seeking Tao for more than ten years, it would be difficult to compete with the empress, but at this moment he was shaken.

It is not that Chen Lian showed his peerless edge, but that Chen Lian now has a trace of the divine intention that Taoism says, "Only if you don't fight, no one in the world can fight with it."

He finally spoke, "The day after tomorrow, he is in Xiangji Temple. Your Majesty wants to see you."

Chen Lian said: "This Majesty seems to be really powerful. He doesn't even need to summon me in the imperial city." If the emperor is in the imperial city, the earth energy gathers there and the power of sentient beings can greatly suppress people like Chen Lian with deep spiritual cultivation.

If Chen Lian is afraid, he can also put a shadow in his heart.

The empress gave up her advantage at home and chose to summon Chen Lian elsewhere, which shows how confident she is.

Ku Hui said: "Actually, since you have already left the world, why bother to go into the mud again? Your Majesty's methods are no longer an ordinary monk, and they can match them. The old monk still hopes you are more cautious."

What he implied was that Chen Lian didn't want to go, but he didn't say it out directly.

If Chen Lian and the Empress had different strengths, he would not persuade him. It was because the two of them could no longer tell who had an overwhelming advantage with his knowledge.

If a conflict arises, it will be of no benefit to the two, and it will be even more beneficial to the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Something happened to the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the most unlucky people were the people.

Chen Lian said: "There is no need to mention this matter. I am a little curious about this Majesty. It doesn't matter if you meet him. Can the master give me this wooden fish?"

Ku Hui said, "This 'Taiwei' is meant to be returned to you, otherwise why should I bring it here?"

The silver-gray wooden fish was handed to Chen Lian by Kuhui. Chen Lian took it back, where to come from and where to go. However, this wooden fish is definitely not an ordinary magic weapon. Why did Qingxuan not recover it back then is still a question in Chen Lian's heart.
Chapter completed!