The intention to kill and the thought to kill are both momentary impulses, while the desire to kill is a necessary and demanding desire to kill someone.
"When I was in the cultivation world, I gained insights from the heaven and earth. This is a certain method, or law, that has long existed between heaven and earth."
"Lin means to understand the location of heaven and earth, the origin of all things, and the meaning of the three talents. After the monk knew this, he asked to practice and eventually he was liberated from the world and became a Buddha."
"I thought it was a natural death, but now it seems not to be."
Du Shi finally lived for over 2,000 years, which was neither long nor short for a god. Li Changsheng did not suspect this and rarely visited the Buddhist temple after burying him.
But Li Yi is now suspicious, very serious suspicion, a suspicion that comes from intuition without any evidence.
At his level, intuition is sometimes more real than the truth with solid evidence. Li Changsheng may not have suspected it because of his shallow cultivation, but Li Yi suspected it because of his perfect cultivation.
Just enough to be noticeable.
Come and understand the heaven and earth, understand all things, and become one with them.
The world of cultivation.
Somewhere on a hillside, surrounded by mountains on three sides, the clear and rapid river water flows through the mountains, passing through a fault with a drop of dozens of meters, splashing out a silver curtain of water.
A thatched house is located next to the waterfall, on the green grass, and a sika deer is grazing nearby. Through the window, you can see a Taoist monk in green clothes sitting in the room, using a willow branch as a pen and a green bamboo as a book, writing words stroke by stroke.
The pen has no ink, but words come into being when it writes.
Suddenly a voice came from outside.
"Du Shi, seek to see the Immortal."
Taoist Qingshan did not stop what he was doing, but continued to write with his head down. He only slowly put down the willow branch after he finished writing the last word.
Looking up and outside, I saw two figures standing on the green lawn.
A middle-aged monk with a strong body, wearing a coarse monk's robe and looking solemn and dignified.
Another pale-faced scholar dressed in white, carrying a basket of books and wearing a turban and hat.
The former has reached the Spirit Transformation Stage, while the latter not only has no such cultivation, but also has dark and droopy eye bags, a black forehead, slightly dry cheeks, and a look of yang deficiency.
The scholar was held in the monk's hand, struggling and shouting, "Master, I would rather destroy seven temples than ruin a marriage. We truly love each other."
"Amitabha, the almsgiver and the demon are on different paths. If you continue like this, you will die in the stomachs of those foxes."
"To die under the peony flowers, even as a ghost, I will be romantic!"
"Those are all demons, sucking people's yang energy."
When he heard that it was a fairy, the white-faced scholar not only showed no fear, but instead cursed: "You bald donkey, how can you not know people's hearts? If it wasn't a fairy, would there be so many beautiful women willing to devote themselves to a poor scholar like me?"
"Even if I'm a fox, I'll still take the exam. I have no hope of passing the imperial examination anyway. The children of noble families pass the exam every year. What's the point for us who are not even from poor families? I have no connections or appearance. Even if it's an important imperial examination, I can't become an official. Officials rely on appearance rather than governing the country. It's ridiculous!"
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