Dreaming about the world, embarking on the path of spiritual practice

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There is protection.

Correspondingly, there are enemies.

"What does this 'Great Wall' resist?"

In response to Yu Liangdi's question, 'Ma Wu' shook his head.

"Why, am I not qualified enough to know?"

"Don't say it!"

"That kind of existence is all 'born in one thought'. If I tell you, they can immediately use your spiritual mind to emerge from it!"

"Fuck you!" Yu Liang was shocked when he heard this:

"One thought brings life!"

"If you can't even think about it, how can you play?"

"well!"

'Ma Wu' sighed and continued: "It's all my fault that I broke through too early. The realm was not enough, so I came into contact with a level that I shouldn't have come into contact with too early!"

"The real dimensional devil is in the eternal realm, condensed into the only true spirit!"

"In this way, even if you travel through dimensions, it will not be affected by the projection of time and space!"

"As for me, not only did I fail to condense the one true spirit, but I also created so many 'other and self' bodies. This is a fatal weakness!"

"Those bunch of bastards couldn't deal with me on the Great Wall, so they followed the 'line of cause and effect' and wanted to remove all my 'self' and make me disappear!"

"Causal line?"

Yu Liang asked doubtfully: "What is this?"

‘Ma Wu’ explained: “The causal line, you can think of it as the ‘network line’!”

"Through the 'network cable', erase all the marks I left in the universe and make me disappear!"

Hiss ~ so terrifying!

Yu Liang immediately said: "Then wouldn't I be very dangerous?"

"Um!"

‘Ma Wu’ nodded slightly: “That’s why I showed up!”

Yu Liang looked at him and thought that as long as he broke through the so-called eternal realm, wouldn't it be safe?

Then he opened his mouth and asked:

"What is this 'one true spirit'?"

"The only true spirit is to form a 'source code' from yourself!"

"Fuck me!"

After hearing the explanation of 'the only true spirit', Yu Liang sighed inwardly again: No wonder he can't say it!

As long as the 'source code' is activated, wouldn't it be reborn anytime and anywhere?

"Are you about to break through?" Yu Liang asked expectantly.

'Ma Wu' shook his head slightly again: "You really think highly of me. I have only practiced for a few hundred million years, how can I break through so quickly!"

"What should we do now?" Yu Liang asked nervously.

He has just lived a good life now. He has not enjoyed it for a few days before he is about to be beaten to death by someone following the network cable. Thanks to him!

"I will send you to an absolutely safe place. As long as you stay here and survive until I break through, you will be safe!"

Hearing this, Yu Liang asked curiously: "Where?"

"Don't say it!"

Damn, it’s unspeakable!

Yu Liang was speechless. This special mother couldn't say anything, she was too frustrated!

"How long will it last?"

"I don't know!"

"Can you bring a few people with me?"

"cannot!"

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Nothing can be done.

well! Yu Liang let out a long sigh.

"I'll tell you the truth!"

"There are hundreds of millions of 'others' and now there are only four of them left including you!"

"If the four of you are also eliminated by them, then I will disappear."

"If I am still here, we are still here. If I disappear, then we will disappear completely."

‘Ma Wu’ looked at Yu Liang seriously and said:

"Disappeared without leaving any trace!"

"We disappeared so much that no one can remember us!"

Hearing this, Yu Liang took a breath again.

There are three deaths. The body dies, society dies, memory dies.

How sad it would be to die and be forgotten.

"Besides me, where are the other three? Will they be with me?"

Regarding this inquiry, 'Ma Wu' just glanced at him, and Yu Liang understood what it meant.

"I understand, don't say it!"

"Then just send me away!"

‘Ma Wu’ took one last look at Yu Liang and said:

"Remember, you must stay tight!"

"Wait for me~"

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Tang Dynasty.

Inside Chang'an City.

In the bustling city, there is a quiet and remote corner.

There are few pedestrians here and the environment is quiet. And in this corner, a small bookstore quietly appeared.

The bookstore has a small facade. There is a wooden plaque hanging at the door, with the four words "Sanwei Bookstore" engraved on it in elegant regular script.

Although this is a bookstore, there are only a few books on the three or two bookshelves in the store.

In front of the counter at the far end of the wall.

Yu Liangzheng was carefully holding a slightly worn book with yellowing paper.

His manner revealed that this book was extraordinary. However, the title on the cover shows that this is just an ordinary enlightenment book, The Thousand-Character Classic.

"It's really not easy!"

"I finally got this Thousand-Character Classic written by a great Confucian. It's a shame that the guy is a prodigal, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get it so easily!"

"Now, I can finally build a literary foundation!"

This absolutely safe world.

It has been more than half a year since Yu Liang came.

At first, he only thought this was an ordinary Tang Dynasty.

At that time, I was still wondering, how could this place be called absolutely safe?

But after coming into contact with the Tang Dynasty, which was full of verbal and written criticism, and whose words could determine the world, it was immediately clear that this was by no means a simple world.

Yu Liang once observed a poetry meeting among literati in a restaurant. The scene was shocking.

Especially the middle-aged scribe in blue shirt who led the way.

As I lifted up the pen and swung it, wind and thunder surged around my body, and poetry danced at the tip of the pen.

When his poem was completed, a lifelike poem and painting appeared on the paper. The picture is like a modern 3D projection, vivid and lifelike on the paper.

"The general wears golden armor in every battle!"

As the blue-shirted scribe read loudly.

In the projected poems and paintings, a general wearing a golden armor seems to have traveled through time and space and emerged from the dust of history. His eyes are firm and his posture is majestic, as if he is telling his heroic past.

…

At that time, Yu Liang mistakenly believed that as long as good sentences could flow through the pen and ink, amazing magical effects would be achieved.

I was secretly proud of myself, after all, I carried a profound accumulation of three hundred Tang poems.

So he called to the waiter, asked for paper and pen, and prepared to show off his literary talents.

However, when he wrote a poem that he thought was excellent, he found that there was no response from the surroundings, and no magical scene appeared as he expected.

The waiter standing next to Yu Liang watched him write poems, with shock in his eyes, and he praised:

"What a poem, what a poem! Even a person with mediocre literary talent like me can feel the depth and breadth of this poem."

"I wonder where did you get this poem from? Who is the great scholar who wrote this poem?" the waiter asked curiously.

After hearing this, Yu Liang couldn't help asking: "Why don't you think I wrote it myself?"

When the waiter heard this, he immediately laughed and said with a bit of ridicule: "Customer, are you kidding me?"

"The so-called pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods. If this is really what you did, even if you don't have the foundation of literature to manifest the vision, then you should have the same artistic conception as the poem, right?"

When Yu Liang heard this, he couldn't help but be silent.

He understood that although he had the memory of three hundred Tang poems, in this world, writing poetry was not just an arrangement of words, but also required some deep connection with the world.

And this connection was obviously something he had not yet grasped at the time.

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