Is It Possible That Farming Is The Real Cultivation Of Immortals?

The various exercises in Danling Temple are also based on appearance.

From this point of view, being able to find the exercises that suit you is very helpful for visualization.

But there is no such thing as "Shizang Guanjing", there are only four aspects of a person in it.

This four-phase is just an appearance, or just a law, and there is no cultivation of "nature" in it.

"Huh?"

"Phase yang is yin, qi is yang and essence is yin, deficiency yang is full of yin.

"When yin moves and yang is born, the extremes of things must be reversed, and yang is born and yin is destroyed, which is pure yang.

"When the old yang is exhausted, the young yin will be born."

"Picking up the Tibetan Contemplation Sutra" has phases but no nature.

"Wugou Arhat Secret Correspondence and Verification Dharma Tie" is regular and regular.

The true nature of "The Basics of Divine Physiognomy" can be supplemented by "Picking up the Buddhist Sutra".

And the two have a "golden water" relationship.

An Jia started the practice part with the method of divine appearance, and supplemented it with "Shi Guan Sutra".

Then use it as a starting point to practice.

Use the self-observation method of looking in the mirror and contemplating in the "Wugou Arhat Secret Letter Verification Method" to condense the phase.

The appearance of the divine appearance method is that the sex is outside, and the combination is in C.

The arhat is inside the sex, and the phase is condensed outside.

These are indeed two complete good methods.

However, whether it is a god or an arhat, everyone is human, and they are all human beings who are cultivating.

Everyone has a conscience, all have wisdom, know the nature, and the inside and outside are one.

My heart is from the mind of heaven, and heaven sees itself.

An Jia wrote at a gallop, and the first draft quickly filled a sheet.

After writing, use a line pencil to make comments on the first draft.

Then copy down the first draft after the annotation, which forms the second draft.

Then use a line drawing pen to compare it with the three exercises, and make dialectical revisions.

Completely transcribe the revised version, this is the third draft.

The third draft is read up and down again, and after a round of self-government is correct, it is compared with the "Picking up the Tibetan Buddhist Sutra".

After such comparison and modification, and then copy it down, the four drafts are formed.

Going back and forth like this, five drafts, six drafts, seven drafts, and eight drafts were finally completed in the ninth draft.

At that time, it was late at night and passed Zishi, entering Haishi.

An Ting had already gone to bed.

After An Jia carefully read the final draft written by herself, she wrote the five characters "Gui Yuan Jing Zhong Pian" at the beginning.

Only then did a lot of manuscripts, pens and inks be put away, cleaned up and tidied up.

Lie on the sofa and meditate with your eyes closed.

Not only to let go of the mind, but also to tighten the inside as if closed.

You are your own mirror, see what kind of disposition and person you are.

Take this nature as the root, Tian Xiang.

After letting go, An Jia thought back on everything he had done since he entered Qingyun Paradise.

Busy for survival.

For life, busy.

Busy for hope.

Busy for tomorrow.

Always hope that tomorrow will be better than today.

Believe that hard work will pay off.

Keeping what you sow, what you gain.

Work harder and stick to the bottom line that labor will have results.

He is a bee.

No, he is hardworking, but not a gentle bee.

He has been plundering outside, chopping bamboo, picking tung tree, felling ash tree, fir tree.

But he, like the bee, is running for survival and life.

He doesn't cause trouble, because he doesn't want the troubles he has been involved in to cause more troubles and ruin his current life.

He used to be curly, curly to death, that's all.

When he arrived here, he gained a down-to-earth tranquility.

Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

For yourself, for tomorrow, for life, that's all.

If anyone provokes him, he will try to sting him to death.

It's good once, and it won't stay for the second time.

It won't be in the nearest place, that would be troublesome.

Speaking of bees, they are actually more like termites.

But he won't hide himself like a termite in a dark cave.

He will hide, but hide brightly.

So...he is the wasp, the most ferocious hornet in the forest—the nest.

The tiger-head beehive built on a high place is already completed if it is born.

The thoughts gushing out of it are ferocious hornets.

Build your own lair and maintain your own lair.

In the visualization, one night passed.

"Oh... oh, oh~"!"

When the rooster sings, the east is white.

The first ray of the sun's rays crossed the void of mountains, seas and clouds, like an indomitable stream of water.

In an instant, he rushed through the mountains, forests, swamps, rivers, fairy towns, fairy villages of Qingyun blessed land...

One shot into the south balcony of the stone house, passed through the dead window inlaid with bone china, and penetrated into the window of the study.

The study window was open.

Light, wind, and sound poured in one after another, lying on An Jia's peaceful and peaceful face.

I saw the magnetic field around him surging, and the hazy light floating under the skin of his forehead.

It seems to be breathing, flickering and flickering.

Gradually, a hexagonal imprint appeared in his heart.

The border of the hexagon is black.

In the middle, there is another yellow pattern of "Ya" against the frame.

The border is like a honeycomb, and the pattern is like the face of a hornet, and also like a tail needle.

Dan Lei surges inside the body, and Yuan Magnetic Wind surges outside the body.

The yellow Danlei leaked from the lines, and the black air condensed outside the mark.

The yellow thunder and the black energy suddenly merged, and a tiger-headed bumblebee appeared.

But this is not the end, just the beginning.

Pill thunder gushed out one after another, and black air surged in one after another.

A tiger-headed bumblebee appeared.

When there were thirty-six of them, An Jia's body showed obvious signs of shrinkage.

In fact, the Dan Lei in his body has been exhausted at this moment.

These tiger-headed bumblebees are all formed by the combination of Dan Lei and Yuan Magnetic Gang Feng, and are controlled by consciousness.

Each one is a clone of him.

Each one is... Xuan Huang Thunder Bee.

This is his true self, and it is not.

There is only one self-identity, and he has thirty-six, which will increase with the improvement of cultivation.

These thirty-six tiger-headed bumblebees with yellow and black, that is to say, the color of black and yellow, suddenly scattered.

An Jia stood up and thought about it.

Following the pointing of the mind, the tiger-headed bumblebees gathered together again and turned into a mysterious aura.

The black and yellow qi was injected into the body, and black and yellow lines immediately appeared on the body.

Black hair, black eyes, yellow eyebrows are like swords, and yellow lines grow from the imprints, criss-crossing all over the face.

There are transparent wings on the back, and a slender black and yellow bee sting in the hand.

If he had simply trained as an arhat, his body should now be apricot yellow.

That is the color of arhat, and it will be mistaken for copper color from a distance.

This is the usage of Wuxiang Zen. The appearance of Wuxiang is my appearance, and I am an arhat.

But this was the earliest usage of Zhitianshen.

It's just that Zhitianshen is a powerful thing to visualize all kinds of gods and wonders, such as Rute himself.

Such methods are simple and crude, and naturally have huge defects and hidden dangers.

Wuxiang Zen uses the method of Wuxiang to find another way, inheriting a bit and getting rid of the shortcomings.

Wuxiang Zen is the "Yin God", and Shen Xiangfa is the "Yang God".

An Jia's hand is not a yin god, but still a yang god.

However, the essence has no necessary connection with the two.

It is more like a self-expression derived from the Sutra of Picking Up Tibet.

An Jia took a deep breath, raised her hand and waved to the side.

Immediately, the lines all over his body were shattered.

Like light, like mist, like gauze, it drifted to the side, and condensed into... An Mu.

The two An Jia are exactly the same.

One of them is Consciousness, Pill Thunder, and Yuanci Gangfeng Gathered, and the other is Noumenon.

It looks like a womb, but it is actually a Niwan palace, which is the sea of ​​consciousness.

Consciousness is like an heir.

The sea of ​​consciousness turns into a hive, and the offspring are like swarms of bees.

If all the bees have one mind and one thought, the yang god's dharma will become a phantom.

Only when each has the four characteristics of joy, anger, sorrow, joy, greed, hatred, ignorance, spring, summer, autumn and winter, can they be differentiated.

This is another wonderful feature of "Picking up the Tibetan Contemplation Sutra".

Separate the thoughts and visualize the concrete as a clone.

But if this avatar does not have its own unique characteristics, it can only be a "mirror image"

Only when they have their own personalities, thoughts and emotions, can they become real clones.

An Jia used an ingenious method, that is, injecting a kung fu into each avatar into an expression.

Then coupled with emotions, this divine sense has its own characteristics.

It's just that even the real "incarnation outside the body" is a yin god like Wuxiang Zen.

Compared with the Yang God, the Yin God has obvious flaws.

Yinshen and Yangshen compete, and they run a hundred thousand miles to see who will arrive first.

Yinshen turned into a gust of wind and rushed forward.

Yangshen turns into sand powder, the sand powder gathers into mist, and the mist gathers into clouds, turbulent forward.

As a result, Yin God takes one step faster and Yang God takes one step slower.

Then, seeing the Yang God who was taking a step slower, he poked the Yin God, and the Yin God dispersed.

Yangshen arrives at the destination and turns into a human being.

At the starting point of the two running, only Yinshen's body is still there.

But there is a boundary between Yin and Yang.

An Jia resolves the gap between yin and yang from the transformation of yin and yang.

He transformed himself into a Yang God.

Right now, An Jia himself doesn't know how powerful the Yang God self-incarnation outside his body is.

So, have to try it first.

An Jia, with forehead marks and prints all over her body, closed her eyes.

swish!

The normal-looking coarse clothed An Jia beside him disappeared.

The next moment, An Jia appeared in the closed room of the opposite master bedroom.

He stood in front of the window, looked at An Ting who was sleeping on his own bed and mat, and smiled slightly.

This woman's sleeping appearance is really terrible.

For some reason, I fell asleep on my side.

His head was still facing the corner of the bed, his feet were facing the head of the bed, and a long white leg was still sliding down from the edge of the bed.

His saliva was drooling, and he was humming and snoring in his nostrils. He was no different from a pig.

Suddenly, the snoring stopped.

An Ting wiped the saliva on the palm of his hand, and wiped it on the bed with his eyes closed.

My day... An Jia is going to scold her in her heart.

After wiping, he still wrinkled his face and wrinkled his nose and picked his booger, swung his lotus root arm obliquely, and his booger flicked.

Oops..... really immeasurable mother, a heavenly deity.....

At this moment, An Ting fell asleep wearing a thin bathrobe, not covering his body.

However, after watching her series of sleep operations, An Jia really has no desire.

Seemingly knowing that it was time to wake up, An Ting woke up leisurely.

Disappeared in (Wang Haohao) in an instant.

She was startled by the figure, and got up quickly.

As a result, the door was closed, no one was there, and the windows were closed.

Well, she herself just woke up and had hallucinations.

The disappearance is not because of this disappearance, but because An Jia's movement speed is too fast under the Yangshen state.

Two breaths and three kilometers, the speed is faster than the speed of lightning.

He can shake the wind hard behind him.

In this state, he does not need to breathe, because he himself is the entity condensed by the consciousness and energy.

To say it is an entity is not entirely counted.

With An Jia's current Dan Lei, it is still unable to differentiate into a complete entity.

At six or seven breaths, An Jia has already reached the sky above Gulou.

However, Gulou is protected by the Vajra Talisman under the blessing of the Spirit Gathering Array.

He, an incomplete Yang God, couldn't get in.

This kind of flying in the air is extremely fast, as if the exhilaration of leaving everything in the world behind, will soon pass.

Because of the speed, many things are almost stationary.

Whether it's the wind or the trees, it's too dead.

An Jia returned to the territory and landed in front of Daohualou.

Ya Niang and You San have just finished washing up.

You San is cleaning the chicken coop and rabbit cages, collecting eggs, feeding the chickens and rabbits, and watering Harling vegetables.

Ya Niang just cooked her breakfast there, and went to the mulberry house to collect the spider silk.

".-888!"

呀…………

In the pool of Sancai Tanglian behind them, Dabai and Xiaohei just woke up, still in a daze.

The first glance was still empty, but a figure appeared in the second glance, and I couldn't help screaming in fright.