Heavenly Martial Arts - 7

The battle with Tang Zichen made He Heng understand one thing. The reason why he was unable to break through Baodan was not only because of the world, but also because of his strong energy and blood, and more importantly, there were problems in his mind. He lacks a touch, or the direction of a road.

In The Romance of the Dragon and Snake, the reason why Wang Chao is invincible in the world is not because of how good Tang Zichen teaches, nor because of his various legendary experiences. The root of everything lies in himself. He has an unparalleled momentum and a firm path.

Wang Chaozhong walked the Long March road, was moved there, realized how ambitious is to sacrifice, and dared to call the sun and the moon into a new sky. His soul has been transformed, so he can rise all the way, the world is invincible, and he develops the general trend. It is because he has his own invincible way.

And what He Heng himself lacks now is such a touch, a path that belongs to him alone.

“Just what can make me touch my soul?” He Hengming asked himself, what kind of character he knows best, he is indifferent and ruthless, he hates the world, and he wants to live forever, overlooking the boundless world, and being in the same body with the world. , Beyond everything!

He would never have the spirit of sacrifice and dedication. It is not his food to protect the road. He always only cares about himself!

As early as the first life, He Heng had already understood that life is short and things are impermanent. How can the boundless world compare with the vast and ethereal way of heaven?

All emotions, ambitions, and desires are empty words in the end, not worth mentioning, only the eternal road is immortal.

“In this life, born in the great world, sitting on the treasure of all heavens, I vow to rise, walk on the top of the avenue, look at the endless scenery, overlook the cycle of reincarnation, and prevent me from enlightenment to death!” With such a firm mood , He Heng embarked on his road of enlightenment.

He set off from the capital and headed westward to the endless prairie, admiring the vastness and magnificence there, and seeing the endless sun, moon and stars.

Continuing westward, he came to the endless desert, where it was hot and dry, endless wind and sand swept, and the conditions were extremely harsh, with sandstorms rolling in from time to time.

He Heng encountered a big storm on the fifth day. He lost his way in the endless wind and sand. All water and food were lost. No matter how good his martial arts, no matter how strong his body, compared with the vastness of nature, How small is the power?

For the next few days, he walked alone in the desert. The world here is extremely fickle. The sun is exposed to fire during the day, and it is extremely hot, and at night it is cold to more than ten degrees below zero. He Heng no matter the day or night, it is hot. It was still cold, did not stop, and was struggling to walk in the desert, even though he was exhausted and hungry to the extreme.

Only in this desperate situation can one understand the fragility and insignificance of life. Under the mighty power of heaven and earth, the struggle of living beings is only insignificant.

“But I won’t give up. I will survive. Sooner or later I can be with this world and even surpass it!” He Heng’s eyes were filled with light, it was a desire and yearning.

He continued to walk forward, every step forward was very difficult, it took half a day, and so, on the tenth day, he finally saw an oasis.

“I won, gained hope, detached light!”

After making repairs there, He Heng continued to walk. He began to walk south and entered the Tibetan area. There he saw many Tibetans walking in the field with tents and worshipped the Potala Palace step by step. It’s a pilgrimage peculiar to Tibetans. In the place where you are, one step at a time, until you reach the top of the Potala Palace. Few people have been able to do this for so many years.

He Heng followed them, praying step by step, constantly approaching the most sacred place in Tibetan area. In the first few days, He Heng’s forehead was knocked out indistinctly, almost ulcerated. But this did not make him give up. No matter what his health is, he got up on time the next morning and continued this kind of worship, one step at a time.

Soon it came to spring, the season of recovery, and He Heng also adapted to this life. His forehead was still red and swollen, but it was much better than before. He was still in charge, no matter whether it was cold or warm outside, dry or humid.

Soon in April, He Heng had already bowed down for eight thousand miles. At this moment, there were not many Tibetans who could persevere. They were the most devout believers.

At this time, many foreigners came here to travel, watching He Heng’s behavior and feeling very strange, some taking pictures, some talking, pointing to He Heng and their ragged clothes in the wind, rain, cold and heat, He Heng I didn’t care about other people’s opinions, but still went my own way, step by step, bowed down and came to Lhasa.

This place is already very close to the Potala Palace. From time to time, pilgrims from all over the world bow down step by step. Most of the Tibetans here believe in Tibetan religion. They have given the most grand welcome and respect to the pilgrims. He Heng and no Regarding other things, slowly kneeling down and walking towards the Potala Palace.

On this day, when the morning sun had just risen, many people came to the foot of Mabuli Mountain. They were all pilgrims. They bowed from the foot of the mountain step by step, slowly ascended the mountain, and headed towards the sacred palace. , He Heng is among them.

He was the first to climb the mountain and walked to the entrance of the Potala Palace, but he did an unexpected move. After reaching the entrance of the Potala Palace, he turned around without hesitation and left without entering at all. Many Tibetans are puzzled by what it means to meet and worship Buddha.

How could they know that He Heng never believed in Buddha, he only believed in himself, and along the way, what he worshiped was not Buddha, but himself!

Wherever there is no Lingshan, everyone is a Buddha!

As far as everyone is concerned, they are their own masters, who can control themselves perfectly, and they are the Buddha!

He Heng bowed down and worshiped, not the Buddha, but himself, washing away all impurities and letting him see the true nature.

Everything in the world is hypocritical, only “I” is true!

Heaven and earth, I am the only one!

This me refers to myself.

He Heng left here to continue his journey. He walked on the roof of this world, watching the boundless snow-capped mountains, watching the snow melt, turning into rivers, and rushing to the sea. This made He Heng’s soul a kind of washing. .

Compared with the vastness of the world, the vastness of nature, the disputes of the world, and the permeation of red dust, what is the Tao? It is ridiculous that people in the world are ignorant and addicted to the endless sea of suffering.

He Heng finally came to the highest peak in the world, Everest! He slowly climbed up step by step, step by step to the highest point in the world, the highest point of the world, and in the process, he constantly tortured himself.

“At the beginning of ancient times, who preached?

Why is the upper and lower unformed?

In the dark, who can do it?

How can Feng Yi know the image?

Bright and dark, but what is time?

What is the combination of yin and yang?

The 圜 is the ninefold, which camp will save it?

But what work is this, who was the first to make it?

Ordo Weiyan system, how celestial is going to increase?

…

Is Kyushu wrong? Chuan Gu He Zhu?

East flow does not overflow, do you know why?

East, west, south and north, which one has more repairs?

The north-south ellipse, its derivative geometry?

Kunlun Hanging Garden, where is its sill?

…

It is not long for me to stop Ao.

Why do you try to give yourself, loyalty and name? ”

One by one, the questions flooded into He Heng’s heart. He stood at the highest point of this planet, looking up at the sky, the endless stars, and the vast universe, seeking answers.

“Life is endless, and the world has no limits, and the roads are endless. Life has boundaries, knowing is endless, and Tao is endless! Life is short, but the roads are endless. My life’s desire is based on the smallness of my body. Seek the endless road! Although we can’t do it, we have no regrets!”

He Hengyi stood at the highest point of the planet, overlooking the sky and the earth, feeling the vastness of the sky and the earth, and the smallness of his body. He planted the seed of questioning. After some years, it will sprout and grow into a towering tree!

At this moment, he understood the way that belonged to him, with the poor life, to find the endless road; with the small body and mind, to replace the sky of heaven!

Under the endless time and space, the infinite world, and the long journey, this road has no end. He is destined to be company with loneliness, dance with death, and finally compose the most beautiful music.

However, he has no regrets and no regrets. After embarking on this road, no matter how hard the front is, he will… go on! You must climb to the end of the road you choose. The heart is built, never change!

In a daze, He Heng seemed to understand the realm of the so-called human law, forged a most original Dao heart, a sincere heart, and then sprouted and grew!

At this moment, the realm of national martial arts holding pill was accomplished naturally.

He Heng didn’t care about the others, his deep eyes glowed with a gloomy light, and then slowly closed, feeling the world with his heart, he seemed to “see” the flowers blooming, and heard the drops of dew, the whistling of the wind, and the trembling of the mountains and rivers. …He seems to be with the sky, the universe is in a community!

He Heng’s body no longer has any scent of fireworks at this moment, like a Buddha overlooking the world of Hengsha, as if a statue of an immortal, overlooking the world. The breeze blew, and he seemed to be dissipating in this world, feathering away.

Haohao is like Feng Xu Yufeng, without knowing its end; fluttering like a legacy of independence, eclosing and ascending to immortals.

This sentence could not be more appropriate for him.

After a long time, He Heng slowly opened his eyes, and his crystal eyes were extremely deep, revealing a kind of wisdom and detachment to see through the world. He was looking at the “tiny” mountains and rivers below, each with dark shadows, white snow, and then raised his head. Looking towards the sky, the stars are densely covered, the brilliance is shining, and it is dead and cold.

At this moment, He Heng felt an unparalleled sense of loneliness in his heart. He felt extremely lonely. The whole world was left with only himself. Faced with this endless world, if there were no accidents, this loneliness would accompany him forever. Until the end of eternity!

“I didn’t see the ancients before, and I didn’t see those who came after.

Thinking of the leisure of heaven and earth, but sullenly! “He Heng suddenly remembered this poem. It was very interesting to read at this moment. He then smiled again and murmured, “True warriors dare to live a bleak life.” Even if it is destined to be lonely, what about eternal loneliness, I will enjoy this loneliness to the end, the eternal end, the ultimate eternity! ”

In the cold and silent world, a steadfast figure stands, with deep eyes looking forward forever, even if only himself is left under the sky.