Soon, another scripture appeared from the birth of heaven and earth, surrounded by purple mist, shining for thirty thousand miles, with endless life and everlasting brilliance.
Zhang Ling waved and read it. This was the "Five Aggregates Sutra", which explained the true nature of the five aggregates of human beings, namely form, feeling, perception, volition and consciousness. It is an important sutra for Zen practitioners to practice.
With this scripture, the human race can avoid internal friction and infighting, and will not have to get stuck in the dead end of inner demons and destroy the foundation because of the desire to be competitive and grab resources.
But for Zhang Ling, these two scriptures are still not enough!
The so-called teaching, imparting knowledge and resolving doubts, if there is no tracing back to the roots, the path of human cultivation will be like rootless duckweed, and there will be no faith in the heart. It will only be a pile of scattered sand, without communication with each other, living in a corner, sitting and seeking the truth, which is not a good path.
"My way is right under my feet! Where is the way for the human race?"
The third question is like a lotus blossoming from the tongue, and golden lotus surges.
A Taoist book called "Tong Xuan Zhen Jing" appeared. Zhang Ling read it a bit. It contained the most profound and mysterious methods and teachings of practice. It was the supreme guide for Taoist practitioners to achieve supreme immortality. When drinking water, one should think of the origin. As long as one remembers the roots and source, one should remember the way he came and no longer be lost alone.
When the three scriptures came out, Zhang Ling memorized them in his mind and heart, but he always felt that something was missing.
The road ahead for the human race is long, and we still need bright lights to guide us and fair supervision. We should watch silently like the way of heaven, and have awe in our hearts. We should not act recklessly, and we should not form groups to oppress other races, do things that cut the roots, and exterminate lives. We must also be vigilant on the road of supervision.
Zhang Ling continued to ask, "My path is right under my feet! Where is the path for humanity?"
Boom!
When the fourth question was asked, a divine image suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, supreme and ethereal, extraordinary and extraordinary.
The statue is lifelike, with only a young man in blue clothes, his eyes slightly closed, three volumes of scriptures in his left hand, and a sword formation diagram in his right hand. His long hair is like a waterfall, and he is as still as a mountain. His brows are bright, and his eyes are like stars. He is like a banished immortal, holy and otherworldly. There are four three-foot green peaks hanging in the distance around his body, and fairy light and colors are gushing out and covering him. His every move is like that of a saint in person, and he can see the world in one glance, and the world is at peace.
"It was me?"
Zhang Ling stood up suddenly and looked at the statue thoughtfully.
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