Chapter 376 Born without being long without slaughter

"The real gun, how to say it? Just like the feeling you give me, they are the same as you. They are my children. They can be coquettish, think, and have emotions. I pull them big with one hand. At the same time, I use my thoughts to guide you to grow up slowly and have the right direction in life. However, when they really grow up like you, I will not care about anything, but let you wander freely, whether it is glory or shame, as a father, I have been left to nature and have no desire.

Therefore, A Ye, you are like my loaded bullet. I don't have to pay attention to how the bullet flies and rotates, how it concentrates the enemy and puts the enemy to death.

Therefore, if you want to make your gun will stronger, you must give them life. Just like what I taught you when I was a child, I regard the gun as my own arm, and the bullet is like my own child. This third step needs to be understood by yourself. I can only tell you the way to enter. Well, you can think about it slowly by yourself. When you feel something, I will naturally come to you. Chen Feng explained the gun in this way, and regarded the bullet fired as his own child.

Giing the dead with spirituality, the first thing that night thought of was his shadow split, which he tried every time. If Chenfeng's father regards the bullet as his own child, then the night regards the bullet as his split, and the split is like his partner. Naturally, he does not force his partner. It's like when he was a child, he felt that Sancai was very good to him. Even if he knew that his eyes had recovered, he didn't say it. So after getting the first ink commission in my life, I gave him three talents and a big sword. When I sent this sword to the night, I didn't force three to get it, and I would be happy, or I was more grateful to myself, and I didn't force three to repay myself. Everything is so natural.

Sancai, just like the bullet he shot out of the gun, he regarded it as a brother, but he had no desire.

When he thought like this, he put this idea on the will to become a bullet in the sea of knowledge. He really felt that there was a strong wave of attachment from the bullet's will, which made the night happy in his heart.

Then, the night naturally used the method taught by his father to wrap, burn spirits, sacrifice, rotate, and finally fully express his thoughts after being out of the chamber. After the sustenance, there is no need to care about the idea itself.

Pointing at the night, a black light crossed the sky and made a roaring and cheerful sound.

Ju Wushuang, who was watching the live broadcast, said doubtfully, "Why, I feel that this bullet is alive, just like the old madman?"

"It seems that the night has realized a little bit of the smell of gunfire." Lisa smiled happily.

"Well? Where did the old madman go? Ju Wushuang suddenly asked.

"Honey, are you looking for me?" A seemingly unpleasant sound suddenly appeared in Ju's ear.

Ju instinctively lowered her head, but then she thought that she had done nothing wrong, so she was soft. So, she stamped her feet fiercely, guessed on the instep of the morning breeze, and said, "You dead man, you walk every time. Do you want to scare my aunt to death?"

The morning wind was in pain and quickly begged for mercy and said, "Unparalleled goddess, give me some face. This future daughter-in-law is present. I have to keep my image."

Lisa Meng smiled and said, "They have seen the way you sit on the ground, and your dark psychology of revenge on your son. We can also vividly see it. What's the image?"

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Do you know now? The reason why Chenfeng likes to be cute so much is that he has to sell it. Under the cultivation of the goddess chrysanthemum and the cute goddess, there is no way to live without acting cute.

Naturally, after understanding a trace of gunfire at night, Huozhong Xiaoqiu sent a congratulatory message: Dude, you can see a new chapter of lazy people again.

A glimpse of the night is the fiftieth chapter of the Lazy Heart Sutra: Taoist life, virtue and beast, shape, momentum. It is the virtue of all things that do not respect the way. The respect of the Tao, the value of virtue, and the fate of the husband is always natural. Therefore, the Tao is born, and the virtue is the beast. The growth is the breeding, the pavilion is the poison, and the cultivation is overturned. Born but not, not for, not for, not for. Long but not slaughtered. It is called Xuande.

means: Taoism cultivates all things, virtue cultivates all things, materials builds all things, and the environment promotes all things.

Therefore, all things respect the Tao and honor the virtue.

The veneration of Taoism and the dignity of virtue are because Taoism and virtue determine the fate of all things and let nature take its course.

Therefore, Taoist biochemicals all things, cultivates all things, germinates, breeds seedlings, supports seedlings, kills insects, fertilizes, and keeps warm.

Bow all things without living for yourself, cultivate all things without being arrogant, and cultivate all things without domination. This is the profound virtue of heaven and earth and saints to all things.

The explanation of the lazy people's scriptures is: lazy people use Tao as raising children, born without having, growing but not slaughtering, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, and lazy people have their own lazy happiness.

Using Taoism is like raising a child. Isn't this sentence Chen Feng's mentality of shooting at himself? Jiang Yehui understood that the original use of Taoism was like raising a son. When his son grew up and had his own choice and judgment, he let him go alone and break through. Therefore, when you give birth to a son, you don't have it. When you grow up, your son does not dominate. It turns out that this is the way.

I thought of the whole commercial system of the lonely city that I planned and built, and now it can almost run independently. It seems that I can completely let go, and he will run naturally without worrying about it.

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and lazy people have their own laziness.

Such a sentence makes the night fall into a deep level of joy. This kind of joy is not that it does not enter a fixed situation, but a deeper fixed situation. It not only forgets its own shape and the shape of the world in the fixed situation, but also creates a world that completely belongs to its own thoughts. At this time, the whole person who seems to be in the sea of knowledge, can see the stars in the sea with your own eyes, instead of feeling it with spirit. The light emitted by the stars in the sky is a spiritual line, as if the rain continues to the sea of the sea, which constitutes the source of the spirit. And the fish in the sea is the true face of the mind of the night. It is free and scattered, and each idea is an independent life.

Born without having, long without slaughter.

When the night meditates on these eight words in his heart, the little fish in the sea suddenly turned into his appearance. He stood up from the sea, surrounded the night in the center, and greeted the night: "Yo, this is the body, as handsome as us."

"Ah, the noumenon is so close. In this way, we are also happy to ask us to do things separately at ordinary times."

"Hey, ontology, when you let us do things in the future, can you not let the same split do several things in a row? Can we take turns? In this way, we won't be so tired." A timid split said so.

Jang Ye suddenly woke up. It turned out that the split is also a living life. It seems that you should pay attention to it when you let the split do things in the future.

Zhang Ye hurriedly said, "Oi, okay, I will pay attention to it in the future."

"Ontology, I am the oldest mind split in your body. An old split like me should have let death rest in peace for a long time. Therefore, in the future, if you want to sacrifice or burn spirits behind you, use our old splits. After all, we also want to rest from death. A man who did look a little old said.

The night suddenly tightened his heart and realized that it was too cruel for him to sacrifice the shadow split at will. Even if it was used to burn spirits, it was very innocent. It seems that in the future, I can't use the explosive spirit to sacrifice when I have to.

"Well, I promise you, I will pay attention to it in the future."

This kind of communication is peaceful and friendly.

At the same time, in the sea of knowledge, the night saw the true face of the fire ball, which was a white cone, the same as the soul. The suppression is in the center of the sea of knowledge, constantly floating and sinking.

Flying over the night thoughts, touching the left and touching again, very curious.

"Dead snowflakes, what do you touch? It's not that you haven't touched a real person." A domineering voice with tenderness came out: "Well, you have read half of the lazy scriptures you wrote. You can be free and can enter the practice of the inner chapter. Dead man, I also want you to hurry up, but you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. You'd better understand more. The more lazy people you understand, the faster your cultivation will be promoted.

Well, that's it. Don't disturb my aunt if you have nothing to do in the future. Hang up, don't miss me."

When he wanted to say that he was not a snowflake, not even a flower, the fireball was silent.

He didn't give up at night. He went up and touched the soul, and knocked like a knock on the door.

It's really useless this time. The woman's voice inside came again and said, "Ah... It's so noisy. I don't know the time difference. It's 3:30 in the middle of the night. Take it easy. Well, I forgot to congratulate you on your promotion to the rank and become a glorious and great hero. Snowflake, grow up quickly. I miss you a little. When I cultivate you, I will take you for a ride around the world... Wow, I'm excited when I think about it. Oh, that's it. The group of little brothers are clamoring for war again. I'm going to rectify. I don't have time to talk to you. Bye..."

What did you want to say? I didn't say anything. I really can't do anything about this kindling aunt. When he knocked on the door again, there was no movement at all. He didn't understand what the spark was talking about, brother, war or anything. Instead, develop two words, which makes him feel a little cool behind his back.

What? Are you raised by a small ball? Ball ball, how can it be so perverted?