Chapter 292 All the Way to the South
The reason why he gave birth to a heart demon is because he lost his strength. In three years, he has cultivated to the realm of heavenly quality, from having nothing to having nearly 10,000 catties of arm strength. Unconsciously, his dependence on strength has been deeply rooted in his heart, and strength has become his foothold, which is as inseparable as air. As soon as it was lost, it was like a desperate situation. The belief, determination, pride and so on brought by power also fell together. Fortunately, it was stopped in time, and it did not collapse completely.
In the final analysis, it's because Xiao Anzi is too young and has too little experience. Although his mood is high, he only relies on strength to maintain it. It's false to be spoiled or humiliated. It's like a platform in the air, and there is a possibility of collapse at any time.
However, there are few people in the world who can really pick it up and put it down without pity...
Looking at An Bochen, who had regained his composure, Simajin thought silently.
The flying dragon hovered in the sky. Looking over the sky, I saw that the rolling hills were full of black shadows. If you look closely, you can find that the people on the South Guqiu are divided into three types. The first category is the soldiers holding soldiers, the second is the refugees who are ragged but holding bamboo poles and wooden sticks. The third is difficult. The old men, women and children who have no power to bind chickens in the people's pile.
"Xiao Anzi, have you seen those refugees?"
After a moment of silence, Simajin asked.
Putting down Qianliyan, An Bochen nodded, and then raised his head and looked at Simajin puzzledly.
"Do they have cultivation?" Simajin asked.
"No." An Bochen said.
"Yes, they have no cultivation but can compete with the Liu army. They were defeated in ten battles and did not disperse. They defeated the Liu army with one blow. What do you think they rely on?
Simajin said with a good eye, and few of them were serious.
Unfortunately, the next moment, this serious atmosphere was destroyed by An Bochen's uninformed praise.
"Because someone manipulated behind the scenes, he tempted the Liu army to attack while the Liu army was proud and carried out the rogue people, and succeeded in one fell swoop."
An Bochen said equally seriously. Hearing Simajin gritting his teeth, he just wanted to kick An Bochen down.
"Well, I will use my brain at this time. Don't make cold jokes, you know what I'm referring to. Not to mention the behind-the-scenes black hand, these refugees themselves have no cultivation and no strength. In the face of the iron horse of Liu, they can be fearless to kill. What do they rely on?
Touching his nose, An Bochen blushed and replied honestly, "Because they have lost everything, nothing, and they will not lose anything more, so they can kill at the cost of their lives."
"Barely correct. They lost everything, but they had the most unmatched power in the world. If they still have a place to live, wealth, and a hot kang in the field, cattle and sheep, they will naturally look forward and backward, and then they will lose that strength.
"But... What I lost was the power itself.
"That's the same. For you now, power is probably your greatest wealth." Simajin opened her mouth and said, but she suddenly found that something seemed to be wrong. When she glanced at An Bochen, she saw that he was looking at herself with a red face. She wanted to speak and stopped, as if she wanted to defend something.
The high wind came from the clouds, blowing away Simajin's long red hair, as light as tassels, dancing, and the heartbeat became faster.
When I'm with this guy, I always give birth to a little pretentious little daughter from time to time. It's really...
Sima Jin sighed secretly, but he was too lazy to compete with his heart. He turned his head to avoid An Bochen's eyes, looked at the people under the clouds, and said with a faint smile, "Even if it's not all, it's very important. But do you know that you think you have power, but it is actually owned by power?
...... Owned by power?
An Bochen was stunned, looked at Simajin complicatedly, and then stretched out his hands and looked at him quietly.
As Simajin said, strength is indeed very important to him. He can't remember when. All he can do is eat, drink, miss and miss and pursue strength in his life. When he has more and more power, his life is under the control of power. He needs strength to protect himself, strength to break the situation, and strength to survive... Although he has power, in the same way, he is also possessed by power, and even... Slavery?
Permonism, just to gain strength?
It is said that the road is endless. If it is true from the perspective of the pursuit of power, a mountain is higher than a mountain. No matter how many realms there are in the world, there is always a higher realm. Even if you have supreme power, you will definitely want to pursue more powerful power at that time.
But if monism is only for the pursuit of power, then the purpose of monism and monism itself are contradictory.
The monks practice freely, unrestrained, in line with heaven, and with all things. If they only pursue power, they will eventually be bound by power and lose the meaning of the practice itself. But if you don't pursue power and only ask for a Taoist heart, you can't have full grasp to protect the skin and soul, and you can't go further on the road.
xiu dao also cultivates power, but power is neither the Tao itself nor the whole Tao. It is indispensable and cannot be enslaved.
In other words, the Tao and power compete with each other. Only when you grasp it properly can you coexist in the hearts of the monks, which is neither confused nor confusing...
......
With the gentle breeze, Sima sat on the soft collapse with his legs crossed, holding his head and quietly looking at An Bochen with his eyes closed.
He seemed to have changed his personality when he meditated. He was calm and free, and his already faint eyebrows became more and more indifferent, as if he wouldn't care about it when the sky fell.
According to common sense, the protagonists in the heroic dramas in history are either thick eyebrows, big eyes, dragons and tiger steps, or handsome and romantic. Once again, there will be some scary natural strange appearances, and they can't be as unattractive as Xiao Anzi. But the man surnamed Yi also wrote Xiao Anzi into his "history book". He has always been accurate and has never made a mistake. Is it possible that how many times does Xiao Anzi really want to be a hero?
She looked up and down at An Bochen for no reason. Sima Jin remembered the autumn night in Liujing that year. She was so excited by her words, "Do you want to learn kung fu?" The smile in her eyes gradually spread, and she couldn't help laughing.
"Hong Fu, I understand. Tao and power are also yin and yang.
Opening his eyes, An Bochen said lightly.
Looking at Sima Jin, who was full of smiles like a crescent moon, An Bochen's face was full of doubts, and he couldn't touch his mind like a monk.
"Do you really understand? Well, let me ask you, since Tao and strength are indispensable, and you urgently need strength but can't be recovered now, what should you do?
With a restrained smile, Simajin asked with a straight face.
"I will be back sooner or later." An Bochen said.
"Aren't you in a hurry?"
"Of course it's urgent, but if I'm too anxious, I can never get it back."
"Yes, one after another. Originally, I was going to take you to visit a few more places. Now that you have realized it, let's go directly to the southern wilderness.
Sima Jin breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look behind him, looking thoughtfully.
"What's the matter?" An Bochen asked.
"Nothing... It's just that something interesting has been sent to your door.
A narrow color flashed in his eyes. Sima Jin withdrew his eyes and pulled a whip to the wild horse king. The wild horse king shivered his legs and quickly flapped his wings and continued to fly.
The sun has passed the middle sky and gradually fell to the west. The sky in early summer is very blue, and the clouds are high. The flying dragons shuttled between the blue sky and white clouds. With the slight bump of the airflow, it has passed the wide and gloomy Heizeling in a short time.
"Yes, Xiao Anzi."
As if she thought of something, Simajin turned her head and said to An Bochen with a smile, "There is a sentence you may not have heard. If you want to be a ox and horse for all sentient beings first. It may be a good thing for you to improve your practice too fast and temporarily lose your strength.
Holding the softly, An Bochen nodded thoughtfully.
In fact, as early as after Simajin told him about the allusion of running at night, most of the obsession in An Bochen's heart has dissipated. If he can't let it go, how can he afford it? What's more, Li Jingneng, who is in the red brush in the story, soared to the sky. How can An Bochen lag behind at all? It will be a matter of time before you get the power that belongs to him again. No matter how long you have to wait, An Bochen will keep his state of mind and not be surprised.
"If you want to be a Buddha, dragon and elephant, be a cow and horse first..."
An Bochen said in a low voice and suddenly frowned.
Wait... No, the front and back of this sentence are all about being used as mounts for people. Hong Fu is obviously hurting me!
He turned his head helplessly. Before An Bochen could speak, Sima Jin smiled.
Talking and laughing all the way. At sunset, the flying dragon finally crossed the long south and reached the southern end of the empire.
An Bochen and Simajin stole half a day's leisure and were happy, but the little fat man who was used by them as an excuse for swimming could not be happy and laughed worse than crying.
"Don't come here..."
Looking desperately at the woman in front of him, Li Xiaoguan trembled and retreated trembling.
......