The pen turned red.
Like a scorched iron rod, the surrounding seawater began to evaporate and bubble due to the high temperature.
It's so hot!
It's extremely hot!
Jia Xitong couldn't help but want to let go, but as soon as she loosened her grip on one hand, the pen was about to fly away from her.
She clenched her fists reflexively, and a sharp pain shot through her right palm, along with a pulling force that seemed to lift her upwards.
First it entered the sea, then it ascended to the sky.
Jia Xitong's hand was so burned that she almost lost all feeling, but her rational mind told her that if she let go now, her precious child would be gone.
No one taught her how to tame a particularly temperamental magical artifact, so she can only bite the bullet and do whatever she wants now.
With his other hand, he gripped the pen tightly again, and with both hands, he continuously channeled spiritual energy into the magical artifact.
What else can we do but tough it out?
I don't know how much time passed, but the world that was once pitch black is now bright with daylight.
Jia Xitong felt like she was about to have a concussion when the magic pen, carrying her, was thrown onto the beach with a thud. Her consciousness was blurred at the time, and it was only after such a heavy fall that she barely regained her senses.
The pen finally calmed down.
A beam of golden light shot out from it, taking the essence blood from Jia Xitong's forehead and merging it into it, finally establishing a connection between the two.
All phenomena lack inherent existence; their fundamental nature is emptiness, and they have no form or appearance to be obtained; therefore, they are called formless.
Nirvana is devoid of the ten characteristics of form, sound, smell, taste, touch, birth, abiding, decay, male, and female; therefore, Nirvana is also called the formless state.
Ritual implements recognize their owners —
The Brush Without Form.
In that instant, besides the magical artifacts, a long passage of seemingly ambiguous content appeared.
What kind of appearance?
Does it refer to desire?
Jia Xitong sat up, pen in hand, and spread her arms wide. The burning sensation she had felt earlier was now completely gone, leaving no trace of injury on her palms. (Biquge)
As for this pen, she brought it close to her eyes to examine it closely. The pen, about the thickness of an index finger, was covered with Sanskrit characters, and the red nib was made from the hair of some kind of magical beast.
The Formless Brush...
She didn't know what she was thinking, but suddenly she picked it up and poked it on her forehead.
My soul was shaken!
Even with only a slight boost of spiritual energy, the feeling of spiritual cleansing was extremely noticeable.
In that instant, Jia Xitong felt that she had come to terms with many things.
Going home and Shang Yanting are all just mental constraints.
The highest pursuit should be to be free from desires and wants.
For a moment, his eyes went blank.
"Holy crap."
Coming to her senses, Jia Xitong quickly shook her head. If she stopped pursuing men and going home, what was there left for her to pursue?
She glanced at the pen she had just received and resolved not to use herself as an experiment next time.
On the other side
After experiencing countless inheritances, Shang Yanting's mind was almost completely filled.
"Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs."
The sage is not benevolent; he treats the people like straw dogs.
The Way is like an empty vessel, yet its use is inexhaustible. Deep and still, it seems to be the origin of all things; profound and unfathomable, it seems to exist forever. It is like the primordial being before the Emperor.
With the final words spoken, the endless legacy finally came to an end.
This "Book of Non-Action" explores the Dao, transcending the five methods of martial arts, talismans, weapons, alchemy, and formations, to reach a more primordial Dao.
The meaning of the last sentence is:
The Tao is empty and formless, yet its power is boundless, profound and mysterious, and is the origin of all things.
Abandon your self-righteous arrogance, break free from the confusion of the myriad phenomena, and in the light of your life, acknowledge the true nature of your dust. Then, in the darkness, you will see his seemingly nonexistent existence—the tangible Emperor who precedes all others.
remember
taste
This mental cultivation method seems to transcend the realm of mental cultivation, and it will take him a long time to comprehend it.
However, in the instant he opened his eyes, Shang Yanting felt that his perspective on the world was slightly different, but upon closer inspection, it seemed that it wasn't.
"Host, dear!"
Below, Jia Xitong ran towards him, shouting, "You're finally awake!"
He looked down and saw Jia Xitong, covered in dust and looking like a mud figure, running towards him.
In just two days, she got into a fight and was tortured by the Wuxiang Brush for a whole night. Jia Xitong's originally expensive and gorgeous clothes were now covered in patina.
His hair was already disheveled, and he looked as irritable as a chicken coop.
His face was still covered in mud and sand from the shore.
She looked completely different from when she first arrived, radiant and adorned with jewels.
"You're finally all better!"
This dusty, muddy figure lunged at Shang Yanting. "What kind of treasure is this? It took you three days to finish. Six disciples tried to steal your opportunity, and it took me a lot of effort to deal with them."
She started to complain to Shang Yanting, tugging at his sleeve to see where the treasure Shang Yanting had obtained was.
I'll show you in a bit.
Shang Yanting looked at the dirty person in front of him and carried him back to the inn.
Wash it clean first.
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They spent five days traveling together.
Shang Yanting left discreetly, but Wan Qijing wished she could plant twenty pairs of eyes outside Xianlong Peak, so how could she not notice their departure?
The person left, but the "bear" remained.
With such a great opportunity, wouldn't they seize it?
Wan Qijing finally couldn't hold back any longer and, after making some arrangements, took action!
late at night
The night was dark and windy, and the bright moon hid behind the dark clouds.
Inside Xianlong Peak, the few sparse lamps went out one by one. Just as everyone was falling asleep, a demonic wind arose and the great formation protecting Xianlong Peak was suddenly destroyed.
Under the cover of night, a group of mysterious people dressed in black moved swiftly from the foot of the mountain to the top.
Danger!
Very dangerous!
With her keen sixth sense, Niu Chuanchuan was suddenly awakened from her sleep and quickly woke up Huo Rui and her fellow students.
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