Chapter 321 Sincere Evidence
Turning around, An Bochen was about to kowtow to his body.
"Xiao Anzi should remember to be sincere!"
Simajin's slightly anxious voice came from his ear. An Bochen's heart moved, slowed down, and stared at the body.
Except for the first time in Moyun Tower, An Bochen has never looked at himself - from the perspective of the soul.
When he usually shines in the mirror, An Bochen can clearly feel that the person in the mirror is himself. At this time, facing the body standing upright, An Bochen knows that it is himself, but he has a strange feeling.
At sunset in Xishan, the blue sky was covered with a touch of darkness. At this moment of alternating day and night, time suddenly stagnate.
An Bochen straightened his soul body, and also stood with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at his body.
What does the man in front of him have to do with himself?
In a trance, there was a trace of confusion and doubt in An Bochen's heart.
After the divine swimming out of the body, the soul body is self-contained, just like an independent person, deliberately thinking about ideas, and what's more, it is no longer constrained by the body, free and unrestrained. If you want to become an immortal, isn't it these freedoms you pursue? With physical fetters, it is rare to get real freedom after all.
Right and wrong line, no error.
Simajin reminded An Bochen to be sincere. He never thought that An Bochen would have such a false idea.
Since the idea was born, An Bochen wanted to leave his body, just like a paper kite that was out of line, swaying to the sky.
Through the clouds, An Bochen saw many strange existences. Some of them are milky white and almost transparent human figures, some are just an airflow with a long head, and some have changed into strange beasts and foreign objects, but they all fly in the far end of the heavy sky, unrestrained and unrestrained.
The soul body continues to fly up, as if it wants to cross the boundary of the sky, through the cave heaven and the blessed earth, through the mysterious world, and reach those strange places. Just as An Bochen was about to get out of the high sky boundary, he suddenly felt that something was missing. He lowered his head and saw the girl at the front end of the frame.
"It's not impossible for you to practice two things with one mind. The body enjoys the fun of the mortal world, and the soul and body pursues the road of immortals and gods. You only need to master a degree. Everything needs to be done in moderation, too much is not enough, and the Tao is always at home..."
"Xiao Anzi, if you practice later, don't become that kind of strange thing..."
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Simajin's words sounded in his ear, and An Bochen was excited and looked at his soul body.
Like those unrestrained monsters, as An Bochen keeps flying up, his soul body is also changing. The arms and legs have long disappeared, and the soul body has also become thinner, like a long breath, except for the head.
"What am I doing?" With his mouth open, An Bochen's heart was absurd.
At the far end of the dome, those strange monsters seemed to have found An Bochen and looked at him one after another, beckoning to him with a cheerful smile on his face, full of enthusiasm.
"Congratulations to Taoist friends for understanding the sky and breaking through the gateway."
"Don't hesitate, Taoist friends. Come quickly."
"Taoist friends are dedicated to seeking immortals, and they finally understand the road today. Congratulations."
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The buzzing noise echoed in An Bochen's ears. Although those strange voices were kind and elegant, An Bochen was disgusted when he heard it.
The immortals are supposed to be in the wind, romantic and unrestrained, and how can they be such a human and ghost!
An Bochen's mind was moved, and it was inevitable to be exposed.
The strange people at the far end of the dome were stunned when they saw this. Gradually, their faces became gloomy. They looked at An Bochen from afar through the endless time and space, all gritted their teeth and looked ferocious. At this moment, you can't see the temperament of half a fairy on them, but it seems to be... Demon?
For no reason, a slightly strange word appeared in An Bochen's mind.
As soon as the word came out, it made An Bochen completely get rid of his previous ignorant state. His mind was clear and open-minded, and the strange monsters that appeared in his vision gradually became blurred, as if they were blocked by the sky cloud, and it was difficult to see it when he was young.
The soul body left the boundary and fell down from the clouds. An Bochen was slightly afraid.
Sure enough, as Hong Fu said, too much is not enough. I saw the Heavenly Palace in Jiuchenjun's memory and the ancient immortals. My thoughts on immortals swelled. I was only looking for freedom, but I almost flew into that strange world and became a demon.
It turns out that not only immortals are the difference between immortals and immortals, but also immortals and demons are the same.
Standing in front of the flesh again, An Bochen was touched and couldn't help sighing.
Looking at the body again, An Bochen's eyes were clear, and there was a new feeling after a dangerous situation.
As Hong Fu said, the body nurtures the soul body. Some monks have been practicing for hundreds of years before they have conceived the soul body or yuanshen, and can find immortals and seek the supreme. This is a great grace, just like the birth and upbringing of parents and the upbringing of heaven and earth. If you abandon the kindness of birth and nurturing for your own selfish desires, you will definitely be indignant and indignant by heaven.
Therefore, when you practice later, if you only want the soul body to be free and ignore the body, you will become an ugly demon like those strange monsters.
Immortals, immortals, how can they become immortals if they are not adults?
The physical body nurtures countless days and evenings. After going through the difficult and dangerous road, ups and downs, the disaster of life and death, what kind of great kindness? How can you forget it once you get the way?
In reason, the body can withstand three worships.
There was guilt and emotion in his heart. An Bochen looked directly at himself, and thousands of thoughts flashed in his mind. Even if there were thousands of words of gratitude, he could not say it all at this time.
He bent down respectfully, and An Bochen made a big bow.
Put on the children of ordinary Taoism, there are teachers' instructions on weekdays. At this time, they will definitely be called "benzun", "Taoism" and so on. However, An Bochen is completely blind to these common sense concepts. He doesn't know what to call them, and he is eager to talk about them. He said coldly.
"See you!"
If there were others present at this time, he would laugh half to death when he heard An Bochen call his body like this.
An Bochen didn't smile. He bowed sincerely and said and did from the bottom of his heart.
After three worships, An Bochen slowly raised his head and looked at the body. Suddenly, he was shocked, but found that there were waves in the corners of his mouth, as if he were smiling.
With a "buzz" sound!
An Bochen's mind suddenly sounded, and his body was shocked, but he found a new connection from the flesh. It was related to him. It was never clear, as if he was saying something.
We are born at the same root, why do we need to give a big salute...
A complex look at the body, and gradually, a smile appeared from the corners of An Bochen's mouth. He looked up at the sky. The endless mysteries flew and swaying inside and outside the sky, among which there was Lei Dao Xuanao that An Bochen had already mastered.
The reason why An Bochen couldn't cast a spell was that he was insincere and worshipped him hastily. How could he really understand the mystery between the body and the soul?
Only when you worship sincerely can you prove your heart.
To prove the Taoist heart, but to control the Tao with the heart.
The night began, and the moonlight was cold and slipped from the west.
Huo Chuanyun raised a knife and split it, and the distance of ten feet has crossed half.
An Bochen wandered out of his body and looked up at Tianyu. At this moment, he became a bridge between the body and the sky. He could not only get the mystery from the sky, but also borrow the hidden power from the body. Although Zhou Tian in An Bochen's body could not form a cycle, his power was not really reduced or disappeared, and it was more like hiding. Get up.
The sky and the sky are vast and vast. People are a chestnut, but there is also a small Sunday.
The two sides are one big and one small on Sunday, and they confirm and connect with each other. Those who need it are also the soul.
Flying out of the small Zhoutian, An Bochen looked at the Zhoutian from afar, and the two sides arrived at the same time to control it with his heart.
Floating in front of the body, An Bochen's cloth clothes are flying, his long hair is blue, and his eyes are full of purple flowers. When his hands are raised, he vaguely touches the wind and clouds, and the purple electricity flashes in his hands, like a snake twists, roaring thunder.
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There are only three feet away from the flying dragon. Huo Chuanyun is straight and holds a long knife high. But when he looks at An Bochen, there is a strong confusion in his eyes.
Reflected in the bronze pupils is the motionless An Bochen. His whole body is stiff, and there is a strange smile on his mouth, which makes Huo Chuanyun's scalp numb, which is really incomprehensible.
It's so close. This knife is only between his fingers. Why doesn't he get a gun?
Huo Chuanyun's face showed curiosity, but Simajin was anxious. His hands shrank secretly, and the killing talisman was buckled between his fingers.
"Boom!"
With a thunder, Sima Jin's tense body finally relaxed, and three points of fluke flashed in his eyes. On the other hand, Huo Chuanyun and Purple Dragon Girl were completely surprised.
Hundreds of purple thunders fell from the void above the two people's heads, each of which was ten feet long, as thick as a bowl, which was terrible.
The strange thing is that those purple thunder seemed to have eyes, and did not hit Huo Chuanyun or the purple dragon girl, but fell on the flying handkerchief at the feet of the purple dragon girl.
"It seems that God is biased to help An, and An doesn't fall into the well and leave."
His eyes were shining again. An Bochen smiled and said to Huo Chuanyun, who was almost jumping on the dragon, and blinked again.
The surprise in his eyes did not dissipate. Huo Chuanyun smiled bitterly and suddenly whispered very quickly, "Don't take action in the Holy Society in three days. Don't worry, I have already made plans, and the treasure will definitely not fall into the hands of Emperor Kuang.
He looked deeply at An Bochen again. Huo Chuanyun suddenly shook the cicada wing knife, withdrew the flying handkerchief in mid-air, and pretended to "protect" the purple dragon girl.
At the same time, Simajin has also driven the Mustang King to drive away.
When passing by the Purple Dragon Girl, Sima Jin did not forget to look back and smile. The Purple Dragon Girl was in a hurry to pay attention to Sima Jin. She could only look at each other angrily and watch Sima Jin and An Bochen go away.
"Sure enough, the innocent resident also came to the southern wilderness."
A sneer sounded under the night. The young Taoist on the distant mountain put away the magic tools, and then pinched a fingerprint and disappeared.
Not long after she left, a circle of ripples appeared on the land where she was before, and a tall and thin man came out of the ripples.
The man's hair was a little white, and he was very haggard. There was a trace of vicissitudes between his eyebrows, and it was difficult to tell his age.
"If you find him, can you find Qingqing?"
The white eyes are full of fatigue and numbness. At a young age, I have been tortured to death, and I don't know when it will subsipate.
After being separated from Yue Qingqing, in the past three years, the first Wang Feng has already regarded all the truth or lies as his life-saving straw. Otherwise, he would not have rushed to Taiqing Town recklessly and would not form an alliance with An Bochen and Ren Tianming.
consciously, he reached out and touched his waist. The wine gourd was already empty. The first Wang Feng took back his hand blankly, simply pinched out a seal, and drew it into the void.
The ripples came out, and the first Wang Feng flashed in.
If the benefits brought to him by these years of suffering may be that he can use his secret arts in all casual and simple ways, and his secret skills have become numerous because of the need to find Yue Qingqing. There are many sideways he created, but these will not bring him any happiness.