Heavenly Martial Arts - 200. Chapter 199

Suddenly, He Heng, Li Gong, and Chuanying went out of the scope of the Temple of War, and they saw a ray of sunshine along an underground river.

After He Heng obtained the “Evil Treasure Scripture of the Gods of the Heavens” from the Temple of War, he kept visualizing the shadows of the twelve demon gods, comprehending the avenue of the origin of the heavens and the earth, entering the mysterious realm with Dao Ming, and was awakened by the two Li Gongs and walked out. This temple of war.

Staring at that ray of sunlight, the three of them felt like a world away. The sight of Bizhi’s Temple of War is not mortal, and the world outside is really insignificant.

Chuan Ying looked at Yue Ce in his hand, and clasped his fists with He Heng: “Brother Zhang and Brother Li, I will bring this thing to Marshal Long Zun Yilong on July 15th, and I will say goodbye today. NS.”

He Heng and Li Gong nodded, neither of them stayed.

Chuan Ying turned and walked along a stream, but He Heng knew that he would meet Basiba’s disciple Bai Lianyu immediately when he left, and then they had a relationship with each other, and later became the eagle fate.

But this is a matter of passing the eagle to him, and has nothing to do with him.

After the spread of the eagle left, Li Gong also said: “This time I have gained a lot from the Temple of War, and I have already touched the gate of heaven. Now I will go outside Shijue Pass and wait for Ling Donglai to see if I can make the last step.”

He Heng nodded and watched him leave. He knew that after this time, Li Gong would be trapped in the ten critical barriers just like Ling Donglai. It will be verified after three years.

After they had all gone, He Heng sighed quietly, his eyes were a little deep, and then he turned and left in a certain direction.

The sky was faint and blue, and the gentle sunlight was shining on the earth. He Heng entered an unprecedented state of emptiness. He walked slowly on the mountain road.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.

A slender lama, with an extremely beautiful face, wrapped in a red robes, folded his hands, with a solemn expression, stood on the mountain road, staring at He Heng with deep eyes, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

“Basiba.” He Heng only glanced at him before spitting out a name.

Mongolian national teacher, living Buddha Eight Siba.

Although he hadn’t really met him before, He Heng had collided with him once under the Jingyan Palace with mental power, and he couldn’t be more familiar with his breath.

He also nodded: “Exactly.”

He Heng said, “Are you here to capture me?”

Ba Siba nodded and shook his head: “Before this, the little monk was indeed planning to kill you, fellow Daoist, but now I have changed my mind.”

He Heng asked: “Why, is it because you are not sure?”

Ba Siba said: “Fellow Daoist is indeed a rare top figure in the world, and the little monk is indeed not sure to win Fellow Daoist, but this is not the fundamental reason why the little monk gave up this idea.”

He Heng glanced at him and asked, “Why is that?” Although his words were asking, his tone was not at all doubtful, as if he already knew the answer.

Basiba smiled suddenly: “Since fellow Taoist already knows the answer, why bother to ask the monk again?”

He Heng also smiled, his smile as bright as the sun in the sky, blowing across people’s hearts like a breeze, as if Yan ice was melting.

When the two of them faced each other, the sky was roaring and the sunlight became hot.

In a daze, He Heng and Ba Siba entered an illusory and real world at the same time, and the long cycle began to rotate.

He Heng became a woman, and Basba became a handsome young man. They met and fell in love. He Heng gave him a glass of poisonous wine on the night of the bridal chamber.

When the picture turned again, He Heng became a little puppy, adopted by a woman, cared for and grown up, and then the little dog bit the woman’s throat.

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He was a great general of the dynasty, holding a heavy army in his hand, loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and returning from a big victory, the emperor gave him to death…

He is an eminent monk of Taoism, who broke out because of her breaking the precept, but stabbed her in the chest with a knife that night, and then entered the empty door…

Reincarnation again and again, whether male or female, old or young, or people or things… He Heng and Ba Si Ba’s lives are always intertwined, Ba Si Ba tries to save He Heng with great love, He Heng but Every life has personally endured him.

This endless reincarnation finally ended after He Heng stabbed his mother to death in the first tenth century.

Basiba turned into a huge and solemn Buddha golden body, watching He Heng with compassion, regret, and sorrow.

And He Heng, he turned into a huge demon phantom, roaring ferociously, biting towards the Buddha.

“Amitabha Buddha!” The Buddha’s phantom suddenly burst into great light and boundless light, and the terrible palm print that went up and down that day was suppressed by my solemnity.

The demon head roars, the figure drifts away illusory, and is shattered time and time again by the light of the Buddha, but it always exists and is hard to be wiped out.

“Don’t you understand? The Buddha is the devil, and the devil is the Buddha. As long as all living beings exist, the Buddha is immortal, and the devil is immortal. Your idea of destroying me is always wrong!”

As the demon laughed, the devil’s energy turned into the light of the Buddha, and the hideous face turned into a face with benevolent brows, while the Buddha turned into a demon. The newly born Buddha recites his compassion, and a huge swastika is impressively suppressed. The head was beaten and disappeared, and the illusory world disappeared completely.

Returning to the real world again, He Heng still stared at Ba Siba blankly, without any change in his face.

“Amitabha!” Basibahu put his hands together, tears fell from the corner of his eyes, and his painful complexion was filled with a smile. He stared at He Heng and said solemnly, “Thank you fellow daoist for helping me enlighten me.”

When speaking, Ba Siba bowed to He Heng, and He Heng accepted it calmly.

Then, Basipa didn’t say anything any more, just looked at the sky lightly, with a divine light on his face, and a majestic face, turning and leaving: “The little monk will return to the Tibetan area tonight and submerge in the Potala Palace. If there is success in the future, it will be due to today’s reasons, which Zhang Daoyou cherishes.”

He Heng nodded lightly, his expression incomparably plain, as if his mind had drifted into an endless space and time, and he did not belong to this world.

Everything in the world is no longer in his mind.

Even one’s own success or failure, life and death, honor and disgrace, at this moment does not seem to be important anymore.

The Buddha said that there is no form, no self, no life, no life; Wang Chongyang said that the super desire world, the super physical world, the super colorless world; Zhuangzi’s heart fasting and sitting forgotten may all refer to his present Mood.

He Heng’s realm of human law has already entered an unimaginable realm, happiness, sadness, greed, persistence, anger… he can all have these emotions, but that is no illusion. In fact, he can already detect these emotions. NS.

The highest achievement of ruthlessness is not to look at the world and have nothing else in mind, but to be happy for things, to be sad, but to be in control.

The mind is the source of everything, the thought of the heart, the end of the way!

As far as He Heng is concerned, there is nothing at all, where can the dust be caused?

He walked slowly on the road, with no goal, no direction, and no thought of where to go.

He just kept walking along the road under his feet until he wanted to stop.

It has been three full months before He Heng came to a mountain covered with clouds and water. This mountain range was very aura, lush and lush, very warm and humid.

There was a drizzle in the sky, mist appeared in the mountains, and a little bit of sunlight shone.

When He Heng looked up, he saw a huge mountain towering up, like a tortoise and a snake, but mysterious and mysterious. It seems to be changeable, and it seems to be the same, eternal and endless.

Suddenly, his heart surged with comprehension, and the two opposing and unified forces on his body overflowed in an instant, forming a Tai Chi pattern.

“Taoist, the general principle of heaven and earth characters, that is, Tai Chi.”

At this moment, in He Heng’s eyes, the world and all things suddenly became incomparably harmonious and unified, mellow and blended, and infinite in nature.

He Heng slowly walked up to the mountain where the tortoises and snakes were entrenched in front. He heard from people nearby that the mountain was named “Taihe” and the highest peak was “Zixiao”.

“Taihe Mountain? Everything is fixed!” He Heng sighed suddenly, walked up to the Zixiao Peak of Taihe Mountain, and sat cross-legged on a rock on the top of the mountain.

The wind is whistling, the rain is dripping, the world is changing all the time, but this change itself is eternal.

Sitting on the rock, He Heng deeply merged with the world and everything, surpassing the realm of forgetting both things and me, and reaching the realm of forgetting both.

The sky was howling strong winds, but he couldn’t shake his mind and body.

The drizzle dripped lightly, but it couldn’t get close to three feet around him.

It wasn’t a zhenqi body protection, but the rain seemed to not have entered his body in the first place, it was already He Heng’s world alone.

In the realm of Heavenly Law, I replace the Heavenly Mind with my heart. The whole body is in the dojo, the realm of the body, and the world of the body.

This is also the embryonic form of Dongzhenjing colluding with Dongtianfudi.

The rain stopped in the sky, the sun came out, and then receded into the dark night.

The night dawned again soon, the dawn shone on the earth, and He Heng opened his eyes.

His eyes were very deep, and a pattern of yin and yang intertwined surging in them.

He Heng stood up gently and stood on the top of the peak, his expression solemn, eternal, and full of solemnity. Under the pulsation of light, he whispered: “Wuji Taixu is the principle of Qi, and Taiji Taixu is the principle of Qi. The yin and yang are quietly generated by the air force, and the yin and yang are divided into heaven and earth. There is no cosmic qi-generation form, and the universe-shape contains qi. From the form to study the qi is called yin and yang, that is to say, the qi concept is called Tai Chi.”

“Tai Chi is one, it is divided into yin and yang, yin and yang derive, and all things can be obtained. Everything in the world is born of qi, and it is formed by qi. Qi is also called qi! Tai Chi is one qi, and all things breed!”

He Heng’s figure suddenly became endlessly high, endlessly vast, like an endless starry sky, endless, vast.

He slowly walked down the rock and came to the bottom of the mountain, with a pattern of yin and yang intertwined with Tai Chi on his body, as if he was no longer in the human world, feathered and floating.

At this time, a teenage boy was climbing up the mountain. He happened to see him and knelt down with tears in his eyes: “Fairy, please accept the kid as a disciple.”

He Heng looked at him with profound eyes, his eyes seemed to be a vast universe.