80 weird small mirror

Wang Fan woke up and found a strange square. There was a strange ancient hall in the square. When he pushed the door and went in, he saw the bones of the hall. He resisted the shock and mourned.

But just as he was about to leave, there was a sudden "pop", the table collapsed, and the bones dispersed. It happened that there was a hand bone pressed on his foot. It was not surprising. After all, there was no such a coincidence, but he held a round mirror in his hand and flashed a light.

This is the battlefield of monks. In addition to the bones on the ground, the remnants of iron and jade can be seen everywhere. It can be imagined that they used to be golden magic weapons, but at this time, they have long been rotten, and even they can turn into flying ash by blowing - even spirits can't be cared for and cultivated for a long time, and will eventually turn into ordinary soldiers.

But this mirror has been preserved. It is exquisite, small, and even a little playful, like a little girl who loves beauty. While no one is paying attention, she secretly takes out this mirror and dresses up.

Wang Fan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and swallowed and spit: "Baby, it's definitely baby!"

He is no longer a rookie who has just entered the world of cultivation. He immediately concluded that this thing is not ordinary: "Maybe it exceeds the existence of spiritual weapons." Thinking of this, he took two breaths and slowly bent down to pick it up.

Smooth and tender, this is the first feeling of touching the mirror. He is very strange why he thought of this adjective, but touching it is really like touching the face of the beloved woman, joy, calmness, happiness, peace, and finally there is even a feeling of selflessness.

"What kind of mirror is this?" He woke up from this strange feeling and was shocked: "How can it make people calm and reach the best state of cultivation?"

Although the body changes greatly at the beginning of cultivation, it is still the cultivation of the mind in the end. If the Taoism is not stable, there will be no possibility of progress in this life. This is the most common sentence said by the foundation monk when teaching Wang Fan and others.

The monks absorb the aura, quench the body and refine the soul. What they do is nothing more than the word "permanence". But from ancient times to the present, how can monks be more than hundreds of millions? How many can they get immortals? Even if you practice to Yuanying and the realm of becoming a god, it is just to prolong your longevity. How dare you say that you will live a long life?

Not only monks, but also everything in the world cannot live for a long time.

The amazing people in ancient times are deeply sorry for this, but they are not willing to die with the grass and trees, so they have spent countless years of research and thinking about it. Finally, they found that there is a thing in the world that remains unchanged and lives with heaven and earth, which is "nature".

"Tao" is the way of nature. The heart of Tao is the heart of nature, and it is also the heart of no joy, no sadness, no self and nothing.

Wang Fan's spiritual root is in a mess, but it is very Taoistic. Although his cultivation is shallow, he has a deep understanding of the "Taoistic heart". He knows that when he enters the realm of selflessness when practicing, the speed of absorbing aura is several times as much as usual, and some of the original bottlenecks will suddenly break. What's more, some difficult problems will also be integrated in an instant. .

"This is really a baby!" He was very surprised and full of surprise. He was innocent and guilty. If anyone knew that he had this treasure, the world would be so big that there would be no way to live.

But he will never waste food because of choxing.

"What the hell, let's study it first!" He was happy and held the mirror carefully. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"Transparent and bright, as warm as jade, I don't know what material is refined?" Thinking about it, he naturally turned around and looked at the back of the mirror, but the scene he saw really shocked him.

The head has two horns, and his hands turn into claws. He is extremely fierce and evil. He sticks out his blood-red tongue, as if he is ** with blood, and seems to be laughing with his belly, especially its eyes. There is a fierce light in the joke and disdain, and it makes people feel cynical in the murderous atmosphere. It seems to be a combination of thousands of contradictions, everywhere. Twist, nowhere to be hated, but nowhere to be unnatural, nowhere to be in harmony.

"Ah!" He screamed in horror and almost threw the mirror to the ground: "What kind of monster is this? How can it be so terrible?" He was so frightened that he didn't dare to look more.

The front is transparent and bright, warm as jade, and the back depicts monsters, like demons. This mirror is strange and unusual.

Wang Fan couldn't decide whether to stay or give up for a moment, but thinking about the wonderful feeling of "the state of mind", he couldn't help but be cruel and put the mirror in his arms: "There are too many strange things here. It's better to find the fat man quickly and escape!"

Thinking that he went through the temple gate and came to the square again.

The sky was still gloomy, and the depressed people couldn't breathe. The square was still empty, and there was no one around. Wang Fan found a direction and walked a long way until he was tired and panting and still didn't see the edge.

"It's impossible. How can there be such a big square? Is it an illusion?"

He felt that all this was too unreal. At the previous moment, he fought with Yuan Hong desperately against the attraction of light. The next moment, he came to this strange square, entered the strange ancient hall everywhere, and got a strange mirror.

He stopped and ran the "Qing Shen Ming Mu Shu" crazily, hoping to wake up from the illusion.

After a while, his mind was clear and his eyes were bright, but the square was still in front of him.

"Is it true?" He took out the ancient mirror from his arms, tapped it gently, and felt it carefully. The crisp sound of "Dingling" came from the ancient mirror, which was clearly distinguishable and heard in his ears, like beautiful music, which made people intoxicated. It seemed that under this sound, even the heart had been washed.

"Huh" he sighed for a long time, sat down, closed his eyes and thought.

Wang Fan's heart is tenacious, and he doesn't return what he believes when he hits the south wall. Therefore, even if all the tests just now show that this is true, he is still suspicious in his heart.

"The ancient mirror, the ancient temple and the square can all be fake, and the sound can also be fake, but the pain can't be fake!"

Although he is not a cultivation rookie, he is not deeply involved in it, and his thoughts are still deeply influenced by the secular world. At this time, he suddenly remembered what his mother said when he was a child: If a person can't wake up in a dream, he can bite himself hard. After feeling pain, he will wake up.

"Take the risk, don't you just bite yourself!"

He put his wrist to his mouth and bit it hard, because he was afraid of falling into the hallucination too deep. In this bite, he used his strength.

"Ouch" The pain is like a river breaking the dike, and the overflowing water is surging. He shouted in pain and shook his hand repeatedly.

He bit too hard. His wrist was bloody. With the shaking, it splashed in all directions, and naturally fell on the ancient mirror.

At this time, the ancient mirror made a low sound without warning, like the sound of drums in front of him, and like the muffled thunder in the sky. At the same time, the white light flashed, shining brightly in all directions.

Wang Fan screamed and felt a pain in his eyes, and he couldn't help raising his hand to cover it.