Chapter 1288 Your Way Is Too Small!

I have learned.

The simple four big characters, however, vibrated and roared like thunder, making the green-clothed scribe's heart tremble, and the white chess piece that he was holding on to his fingers fell down and landed on the chessboard with a bang, making a crisp sound.

"True?"

"you……"

The scholar in green shirt looked at the black-haired Taoist in front of him.

Seeing that his aura is still deep, like an abyss like a prison, the sun is rising in the east, the cold air in the night has dissipated, white snow is spreading from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, the vast sea of ​​clouds is slowly rising, the black-haired Taoist sits on the mountain pine Down, calmly, with a casual tone as if talking about the weather.

The bluestone slabs at the foot of the mountain creaked softly.

Wei Yuan, who sent Zhu Yuanzhang down the mountain and left here, came up the mountain with a little spirit.

Qingshan, hosta, elegant temperament.

It seems that he is just a gentleman who lives in the Jiangnan water town.

In other words, in the misty alleys, the oil-paper umbrellas are spread out, and the water drops drop by drop on the bluestone slabs. The corner of the voice is verdant, and the doctor who carries the medicinal materials and has a little bit of the bitter taste of the medicine is not a doctor. The face, but the charm of the air is pleasing to the eye.

In an instant, he became one with the black-haired Taoist sitting there.

It was Zhu Yuanzhang's choice just now, which made Wei Yuan thoroughly understand the theory of fate and fate in the past ten years.

The fate of all beings, the cause and effect of all things.

Even if it is a temporary manipulation, it will return to the original track under many other interferences.

Zhu Yuanzhang's fate has been changed by [Fate].

But in the dark, because he saw the tragic situation of the people at the foot of the mountain, he still embarked on this road again. The name of Emperor Hongwu will eventually come back to this world, and the trajectory and destiny of all living beings in the future will still return to the original. .

"Great situation Taotao, not changing one person can change the world."

"A change in one person's fate will lead to a change in the fate of more people, but it also means that the change will be restrained by more other fates. Even if it is reversed by manipulation for a while and deviates from the original track, it will Get back on track in these turbulent times.”

"What you said earlier was wrong."

The black-haired Taoist had deep eyes and spoke calmly.

He pointed out that the green-clothed scribe had told him that the fate of fate lies in manipulation.

By manipulating one person's fate, one can remotely control the fortune of the world.

And I am independent of the above, overlooking the ages.

As for whether the other party deliberately deceived him with wrong things, he didn't know, and he didn't care anymore.

The green-clothed scribe raised his eyes slightly, as if there was a flash of lightning in his eyes, and said in a flat tone: "I never lied to you, nor did I hide anything. Because of cause and effect, I will naturally tell you everything you want to know. to you."

The black-haired Taoist lowered his eyes and pondered: "Since that's the case..."

He raised his eyes, lowered his hands calmly, and spoke calmly:

"That's why you're wrong."

Your way is wrong.

Dao, wrong!

A few words written lightly, but like thunder, far more heavy and heavy than the sword added to the body before, almost like a heavy hammer, hitting the bottom of the green-clothed scribe's heart hard one after another, causing his heart to explode Create layers of waves and ripples.

Even if the opponent is also a top powerhouse.

But he used to be proud of the Dao of the world, but he was so evaluated by the other party.

Battle of the Avenues.

Even he felt an indescribable and unreasonable anger.

and a sense of contempt.

Such a reckless man is really not worthy of talking about the mysterious way.

The green-shirted scribe no longer had any disturbances, suppressed all the emotional changes deep in his heart, and said flatly with a flick of his sleeves: "You have only talked with me about the Dao for more than ten years, and you dare to question my Dao?! "

"Then tell me, how are you going to do it, and what is your way?"

The black-haired Taoist replied with lowered eyes: "Fate is not about manipulation or guidance."

"It's just a thought, the ups and downs of all living beings, self-existence and self-existence, life and death, all under control."

"It's not about manipulating a person's fate, but when a thought arises, all the lives of all beings will surround me and move in unison; it's not about using a few to pry the many, standing at one point to attract all living beings and all things, but all things, Surrounding my body, with one eye, all things live, and when the mind falls, all things die."

"My mind goes back and forth, which is the reincarnation of all things in the world."

The black-haired Taoist slowly expressed his understanding. The sun fell on him, and the snow surrounded the entire mountain. Although it was winter, there were still fallen leaves flying down one by one. The Taoist stretched out his hand, as if everything was under him. in the palm of my hand.

His palm prints are the trajectory of mountains and rivers, and his palms are the earth and ten thousand dharmas.

When you breathe, it is the wind and rain, and the light in your eyes is the sun and destiny, and all the living things surround your body, making the green-clothed scribe stunned, as if he has encountered a huge impact, a huge mental trauma .

I just feel that the Taoist in front of me seems to be the center of everything.

Although he holds cause and effect in his hands, he does not use it to control everything at all.

Instead, he allowed all things to change around him, and with a thought rising and falling invisibly, the fate track formed by the gathering of all things and common people had already begun to change and flow silently. At this moment, [Fate] faintly felt, The future direction of the whole world unfolded before him.

As long as the black-haired Taoist in front of him is willing, everything may go on a completely different path.

The green-clothed scribe lost his voice: "You... When did you, this is fate?!"

"Of course not."

Wei Yuan clasped his fingers together, flipped his wrist, and pressed lightly on the table. Before, everything changed, vast and magnificent, but when he finally opened his hand, it turned out to be just a fallen leaf with a winter snail on it. The manifesting of the fate of all lives turned out to be nothing more than a [country] above the snail's horn.

Those who have a country in the left corner of the snail are called Touchshi; those who have a country in the right corner of the snail are called Manshi.

This is the allusion of Zhuangzi's snail horn dispute.

Wei Yuan just used this to show his destiny.

Shaking his head, he said: "No, it's not fate. I don't have the level of being able to glimpse countless parallel worlds in the world of ten directions, so you don't have to show such an expression, you and I are still just this one." Seekers on the way."

! ! !

[Fate] His expression suddenly changed.

That is the state of his state when he reached detachment on this path!

The black-haired Taoist had deep eyes, smiled slightly, and said:

"I just suddenly discovered that I have the ability to turn the fate of this world."

"I can't see the endings and possibilities of all parallel worlds, but it seems that I can choose to let this world go to another timeline."

"That's all."

The face of the scholar in blue changed several times.

He backed away, and after a long time, he bowed his hands, his expression complicated and even a little desolate:

"...why?"

"Please... no, please, yes, can you answer one or two."

He has pursued the path for a long time, why can the person in front of him realize something in such a short time? At that time, he even weaved his fate, and involved the two great domains of Qingzhuo and the 100,000 worlds in an unprecedented conflict. Even Huntian, Tiandi, and Dazun were involved.

It is so vast and magnificent, but it has never seen a ray of detachment.

The black-haired Taoist raised his eyebrows: "You want to know?"

As soon as the green-clothed scribe gritted his teeth, he was about to bow down.

But I never thought that the Taoist just smiled, and let go of his hand, allowing the fallen leaf to be blown away by the wind, and then said in a calm voice:

"The integrity of the whole is destiny."

"Individuals are just a part of [fate]. What you see is to stay out of things, control the few, influence the many, and then weave fate."

"You use causality to control one person, a hundred people, ten thousand people, no matter how many there are, it will only fall into the lower realm."

"Cause and effect are threads, and what is controlled by the hand should be fate itself."

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes, his eyes were peaceful, he didn't taunt his opponents and enemies, he just calmly stated a conclusion: "Your way, your size, and your structure are all too small."

too small……

too small? !

The green-clothed scribe muttered these words to himself, and suddenly felt a burst of incomparable sadness.

He staggered back, sat down on the ground, only laughed loudly, but let out a long howl, the voice was miserable.

There was no mockery in the dark-haired Taoist's eyes, just downcast eyes.

He had seen it, a ray of detachment.

Everyone's chance, every strong person who has touched the limit, has a different direction of detachment, even if they walk on the same road, the direction of detachment is completely different——

Huntian has no face and face, the emperor of the center, the center is neither north nor south, so it is nothing but existence to regard chaos as wrong.

Nothing but existence, body and nature, this is the top Tao fruit.

He is the Dao of heaven and earth, the only state of chaos.

However, the seven orifices are opened up, and the seven orifices are the channels for observing the heaven and the earth.

Huntian is originally the heaven and the earth itself, but he goes to observe the heaven and the earth.

Right and wrong are nothing but existence, but you have to step through the door of existence and nonexistence, dig open the seven orifices, and finally be detached.

The emperor of heaven suppressed the galaxy above the turbidity.

Repression of the past, present, and future.

The connection with the whole world is the deepest and the most important. If you want to transcend, you must let go of all living beings in the world.

The best time is when the turbidity is annihilated, and everything does not exist, and he does not open up the Qing Dynasty, but takes this as a step forward.

What Fuxi cares most about is Emperor Wa, and his detachment must devour Emperor Wa.

Destiny detachment requires the control of the entire destiny, all things are above everything at will, but destiny itself is the kind of character that is free from all living beings and plays in the world.

The detachment of all the strong lies in the paradox of contradiction and self.

If it is said that from being as small as an ant to cultivating to the level of Taoism, it is to reach the limit and purity of [me].

Then detachment is to transcend the contradictions and paradoxes of "I".

And this is just one direction. There are more profound and subtle things in it, which can only be understood, but cannot be conveyed in words. But where is the opportunity?

He can speak out about the problem of fate, but he can't see the way of self.

But even so, it was enough, he already knew how to deal with the troubled times.

Wei Yuan was silent for a long time, then got up suddenly, the vast sea of ​​clouds was rolling and rolling, as if a voice came down the mountain, telling that Taoist Zhang Sanfeng to come up the mountain, there was something to order and arrange.

The green-clothed scribe was slightly startled, and raised his head to see the black-haired Taoist standing up and looking down the mountain for a long time.

Then said softly:

"It's been too long since I've been here, to solve some complicated things."

"It's time to leave."

The green-shirted scribe suddenly understood what it meant to leave.

leave here.

Leave this world, leave this timeline.

Return, true!

PS: The second update today...