xu zhang (can be skipped)
Nothingness is something that always makes people feel powerless and empty.
Endless nothingness also represents the endless unknown, which will naturally release endless fear.
But that nothingness often carries countless mysteries.
is like a treasure that will never be lost, recording the past, present and future.
There has never been immortality in this world. The so-called eternity or immortality is inherently meaningless words.
It is always too far to refer to it by constant wisdom.
One era, two eras, three eras, four eras, or hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of eras...
What is the end of eternity?
Any form of video or legend will eventually be washed away by time.
Only in nothingness can there be nothing, when it is unusual and complicated, and some clues may remain for a long time.
The best carrier is precisely that there is no carrier.
To resist the power of time, instead of trying to control it in vain, as much as trying to make it impossible to exist.
This is very simple, but few people will understand it.
I don't understand, just because that mode of thinking is too shocking.
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The long river of time is rolling, with clusters of waves to the faraway shore.
Some people say that at the end of the universe, the vast sea of stars is the so-called place of detachment of Buddhism.
Some people say that at the extreme of the sky, the great king of all gods is the ultimate liberation sought by Taoists.
People always like to look up at the night sky and fantasize about beautiful pictures, either wonderful or fantasy, but ignore the cold nature of the stars.
People also like to coat the known unknown with a layer of mysterious color to satisfy the blank left after the unknown is revealed.
Is this unnecessary ignorance or confusion?
Is it true that the knowledge that has been revealed has been clearly informed?
The passing time splashed with crystal pearls, and a fish turned into a prophet, or guided the creatures to stagger forward, or lived in a secluded valley to explore alone.
They looked ahead, they jumped from the long river, they jumped higher, and they looked farther.
Why did they forget to look back-
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The past, the past, the past.
has such an epic that was once sung for countless people, but was finally buried by the dust.
The past, the past.
With such a hero, he fought, he protested, and he raised a long knife!
He is not unyielding, but also unyielding to oppression, but also cling to the firm will itself!
The world often crowns various grand reasons for their desire to be strong, either for love, for love, for desire, for resentment, for hatred, or for a long time.
Why can't the desire itself be purely firm?
The persistence of the title is precisely the weakness in the depths of the heart.
Only those who are truly unyielding can straighten their waists in front of the vastness.
It's just that the existence is even afraid of the gods. Is he still a human?
If there is no weakness, if all positive or negative emotions are abandoned, then it may not be human at all.
All sentient beings like to be strong for a reason, and the real iron hand gradually dies.
The peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River fell one after another, the weeping willows in the West Lake are shallowly rubbing, and the talented woodcutter is like a cowherd. How can Ziwei sigh and bewildered.
Under the same starry sky, countless planes, conscientious people have long forgotten the glory of the God of War.
The rise of singing and dancing is prosperous, which is not the prosperity of the world.
Where did it come from again?
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In the depths of nothingness and endless darkness.
The planes shine softly, just like the starry sky giving blessings!
One unique plane, brilliant and eye-catching, fierce and eye-catching!
That taste is in full swing!
"Battle! War! War!"
Whose call breaks through the obstruction of time and space, passes far away, and breaks through the cage!
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"
Who's muttering, whispering in his ear, like a nightmare, full of charm!
When the unique and magnificent plane that emits endless power and almost burns nothing is shrouded in a layer of illusory veil and gradually disappears in the dark.
Without the burning eyes, abandon all the killing——
Residually, it is a seductive murmur.
Who's whisper echoes in his ears.
Who remembers that there was such an unyielding hero in the past.
Who remembers that there was such an epic in the past--
It's tearful and exciting!
Perhaps, the creatures that have been washed away by the big waves have even forgotten the glory they once inherited.
Perhaps, only such a group of abandoned soldiers who have no way back are still struggling to survive.
They struggled, but they were not ignorant and just cherished their lives.
Time flies, and gradually, even such stories and warriors like that silently fade away and disappear.
If the universe is no longer vast, if the plane is extremely visible, if the stars are tired of the cold, if the darkness seen, it is really a shadow in the depths of time and space.
If it shouldn't appear, it will eventually appear...
The changing time and space only belongs to the creation itself. No one can resist the great power of creation.
The end of an era will inevitably mean the beginning of another era.
At that time, the opportunity of reincarnation was the only lack of the perfect trajectory, surpassing hope.
And at this moment, when the miraculous rising plane disappeared for a long time, the era was in full power!
At the time when the great power of creation is the most powerful, in the darkest place of the endless void, a small space emits a light that is not dazzling.
It quietly integrated into another world and lost its trace.
When the stars are no longer stars, when forgetting is not only forgotten, but also the creator can be slandered and subverted. What else is impossible?
The endless unknown, the most terrible, does not represent the endless hope, but the unknown itself.
It's terrible, but it's not about more decoration, is it?
The red dust is boating, and the sea of suffering is endless. The butcher's knife is abandoned, and all sentient beings are in the same place.
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The white clouds of the green dog change instantly, and the heavenly law passes away like smoke.
Dongtu, Tang, the land of Gyeonggi, on the stargazing platform.
Riding the cool night breeze, with unknown incense candles.
An old man with turbid eyes casually wears a Tibetan green robe and hangs an old sword at his waist. He trembled and paced with the wind.
The mottled and sparse beard, like the diamond-shaped texture on the scabbard, all show some kind of cruelty associated with history.
The old man's eyes were faint, and he looked directly at the sky with his eyes deeper than the night sky.
The moon is lonely and the stars are sinking, and the Big Dipper is shining.
The rain and dew fell too early tonight, wetting the old man's simple clothes in advance.
linen coat, whitewashed with pulp.
In addition to his straight figure and faint strange breath, his outfit, which looks incompatible with the gorgeous carvings along the four sides of the astrological platform.
The old man stared at the seven stars in the northern sky - especially in the dark moonlight.
The starlight of the past seems to be bundled into a pillar tonight, shining directly on the important place of the imperial city, the place of the North Palace!
This is a vision, which can be seen all over the world, and the demons even shocked the vision of his majestic Tang master.
The old man squirmed his lips, as if he wanted to sigh and pour out something.
However, for a long time, his dry lips were slightly open and difficult to close.
Dumb, bitter, or...
In the end, he had to be gloomy and close his eyes.
Tears fell, and the long white eyebrows trembled, and the clear face hung with turbid marks, full of compassion.
The helpless compassion and pain have penetrated into the bone marrow.
"Hang!"
He suddenly pulled out the ancient sword at his waist, and the fiercely trembled sword body, as if he wanted to bounce off all the floating iron rust. It's just that when the rust is scattered and splashing with sparks, why does it always make people feel that the sword itself must be broken before it shines again?
With a sudden fall, the roar rose, a touch of silver light suddenly brightened, and the blood red flashed away.
The mist flew, and the old man staggered and hummed.
I saw his whole left arm fall out shoulder-to-shoulder and fall to the ground. His five fingers curled and still twitched, smearing a large pool of blood stains!
He actually...
The astrologer saw blood light, which was originally carved on the stone plate with mysterious patterns, silently revealing a faint light.
The imperial city was alarmed not far away, and the loud horn pierced the night sky.
The old man didn't realize it and didn't stop the bleeding.
I saw him holding his sword alone, and "swish" made a messy mark on the ground--
Mars raged, and the debris rose and fell. In a flash, the sequence of runes carefully laid by the former hermit master turned into a mass.
I don't know what was depicted. When the dust settled, the forbidden army shouted neatly in the distance, and the armor collided with each other, and it was already close.
The old man closed his turbid eyes, his dry lips became paler and trembling.
As soon as the sword was thrown, the stubborn iron on the ground had already been broken into several pieces.
He looked back at the brightly lit palace, smiled miserably, and stumbled to the edge of the platform.
Shaking his body, the old man was powerless, regretful and fell down with his head covered.
The green shirt, like a butterfly, passes away with the wind on this ordinary and special night.
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The next day, the astrological platform was sealed ten miles, and the festive North Palace and Huanyu Hall of the Imperial City yesterday morning were silent.
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One hundred and seventy-nine years of the Central Plains calendar, at the end of February.
The prosperous country of China, Tang, had a major event that shocked the world.
Xian Yunzi, a national master, was banned and killed himself for blasphemy.
Jingfei Huanyu, who had an affair with the royal brother of the dynasty, a Xuansu monk, gave wine and Bai Ling.
Xuansu was named the White Horse Temple, presided over the master without words, and there were 1,600 monks who committed crimes against the enemy country and beheaded them in front of the temple.
The royal brother Xuansu is ashamed of his fault and sits down with a salary.
The rest were implicated, with more than 300,000 and 7,000 people.
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Let's not mention how the temple has caused waves in the world.
Outside the mountains, a hidden place.
Xuan Yuanzong of Penglai Island in the East China Sea also invited guests to hold a grand ceremony to succeed the suzerain on this day.
It is full of immortals, and the wind is gentle and smooth.
Peng Island has spirits and shines all over the world.
When Luanfeng Qiming, the former suzerain Taiyi was a real person, and he should have abdiced.
But he didn't know why he was so hard**. At the invitation of his old friend, he performed all the gossips and showed his unique skills before divination.
Innate hexagrams have always been the best of Xuanyuan Sect and famous all over the world. And Taiyi real person is definitely the deepest person in 3,000 years of this secret art.
Really, the real person performed the gossip, especially smoothly, surrounded by smoke and clouds, and there were hidden dragons coming out of the sea, like feathering, like ascending an immortal!
The phoenix bowed his head and the cloud kowtowed.
Hundreds of high-persons are silent.
When everything is happy, who wants to look at Taiyi, who is about to rise, his face changes dramatically, and he vomits blood and falls down.
The vision is scattered, the turtle's back is broken, and the children are all turbbling.
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Several people knew that on the eve, a fast horse ran out of Beijing, which made the Tang Emperor angry.
A few people know that in an unknown mountain village, a *, stepped on seven stars and fell to the ground.
The way of heaven is vast, and the thunder falls in a silent place.
All laws are nothing but clouds and smoke, the so-called vision-
How many people are ignorant?
The dead are like Sifu, and the sad have a heart. I don't know where the sky is, and I don't know where my heart is.
No one else, no one wants to think about it.