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Chapter 38: What Is Spiritual Practice

Walking into the Lingxu Cave more than a hundred steps, the scriptures echoing in Ye Fan's heart stopped extinguishing, and the dozens of bluestone ancient steps at the entrance were left behind, which was very unusual, but Ye Fan did not stop, nor would he stop.

In front, the mountain is beautiful, the spirit is threatening, looking from a distance, a kilometer long waterfall is falling from a mountain, white training such as the Milky Way upside down, rumbling sound such as ten thousand horses galloping, spectacular and magnificent.

"It is truly a paradise, and the scenery is extraordinary, like a pure land outside the world."

The winding path, a cobblestone path, passes a waterfall and winds into the depths of the beautiful fairy Mountain. On the road, ancient towering trees, branches as strong as Qiu Long, you can see a lot of temples, hidden in the grass and trees, very harmonious and natural.

On both sides of the ancient road, there are artificial medicine fields, which ginseng is thick as a son arm, ganoderma lucidum hanging nine leaves, there are many unknown herbs glittering and translucent, the internal little Guanghua, the fragrance of medicine flowing, Qinling.

Most of the people who met on the road had to give gifts to several old people, and their attitude toward Weiwei was also very friendly, and the status of this extraordinary genius in the Linghui Dongtian could be imagined.

Vivian one by one, and no arrogant color, in this peaceful pure land, she really as a fairy out of the dust, and finally such as a gentle wind away, curling Nana, disappeared in the depths of the picturesque cave.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo were taken to a low hill, where there were three or five thatched huts, two or three bamboo forests, a medicine field with several old trees close together in front of the house.

Although there is no Qionglou and jade hall, everything seems ordinary and simple, but it is better in the quiet and natural, peaceful as the pure land of the world, so that the soul is baptized, away from the world, clean up the trouble.

"Stay here." Several old people told and gave a few words and left, and another student was also taken to Lingxu Dongtian, but did not live with Ye Fan and them, but was sent to other places.

Near noon, a twelve or thirteen year old boy carrying a food box came here, let them eat, the food is very simple and very light, lotus root slices, yellow essence, tuckahoe, gastroma, mostly medicinal materials.

"This meal... Can you eat it? Not even some mince. These past two days, we have either eaten wild fruits or drank spring water, and now we continue to eat these things, and the light water in our mouths will soon flow out of the mountain spring."

Although there was no oil or water in the food, Ye Fan and Pang Bo were still all wiped out, and there were not even any leaves left.

"Can you send me a roast chicken?"

Seeing two people like this, the boy who delivered the food was a little dumbfounded and said, "No... No, they are not available in Dongtian. If you have not eaten enough, I can send you some more food."

"How can there be no meat, I see not to raise a lot of cranes, white deer, there are many unknown rare birds and exotic animals, just roast one or two, I think those cranes have been raised enough fat."

The boy who sent the meal, like a snake ghost, suddenly fled and avoided the two people.

"It seems that entering the immortal door to practice is not something to be grateful for, this life is too miserable, and I can't even eat meat, how can I live in the future?" Pombo kept complaining.

Ye Fan is also very hungry, at this moment would like to grab a roast chicken, tear an elbow, carry a pot of wine, and eat.

In the next ten days, several old people have not appeared, but the boy who sent food gradually became familiar with two people, and under constant conversation, Ye Fan and Pang Bo gradually adapted to this ancient Chinese language. The young man was very envious of them, and it was said that the disciples who had just entered the mountain gate generally did not have an independent residence, and only when they were successful in practice could they open up the cave.

"Three or five huts, which is also considered to have their own cave?"

Ye Fan and Pang Bo put on the clothes sent by the youth, except for the hair is still very short, the others have no difference with the people in the Linghui Dongtian.

"I can't say that. Everything around this low mountain belongs to you two. If you have the ability, you can naturally open up the cave."

"Since the dwarf mountain is ours, no one will care if we kill a deer and roast two cranes?"

Hearing them say this, the young man dared not answer again, feeling that these two people were really bold, and their ideas were completely different from ordinary people.

"Don't be afraid, we won't mess around. Now tell us, what is the so-called spiritual practice?"

This is Ye Fan and Pang Bo are very concerned about the problem, until now they do not understand at all, only a few times to hear people talk about the "sea of suffering", "God bridge", "the other shore" just, simply do not know why.

The young man shook his head, unable to say anything; he had only entered the Linghui Cave for a short time, and had not yet really entered the immortal road.

"Looks like you're getting a little impatient already." At this time, an old man appeared in front of a low mountain, his big sleeves fluttering, feet do not touch the ground, such as the wind came to the hut, next to the young salute nodded, said: "You go."

"You are..." Ye Fan and Pang Bo did not know this old man with a rosy face and long white hair, who looked like an old immortal from the world.

"I am the elder of Linghui Dongtian. My name is Wu Qingfeng, and I teach all my disciples in the first three years."

"I've seen old people."

"You're welcome."

"Old man, can you improve our food first, and then go on like this, there is no fairy, we really want to ascend the fairy, this food is too light, now see only grasshoppers we want to drool." Pang Bo repeatedly complained of suffering.

Wu Qingfeng old man with a serious face, said: "The world more greed, the first into the Dongtian blessing, the first thing to do is to cut off Ronghua, clear body meditation, if even oral desire can not quit, then in the future face of all kinds of temptation on the road to cultivate the immortal, I am afraid it is difficult to pass."

Hear these words, Pang Bo is really hard to say what, as for Ye Fan because did not join Dongtian Fudi, it is not good to ask what here.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo have a lot of problems in the heart, but Ye Fan is not good to open his mouth, Pang Bo is already a disciple of Linghui Dongtian, there is no scruple. The old man sat on the wooden pier in front of the hut and began to ask various questions. They knew nothing about the so-called practice.

"Do you think the sky is clean?"

"There is no cloud, the sky is clear, nature is very clean." Ye Fan did not know why he asked, but seeing the old man looking at him, he answered.

"No, the dust is endless." Old man Wu Qingfeng opened his palm and said, "There is endless dust between the fingers of this palm."

"You... What do you mean?" Pang Bo asked puzzled.

Old man Wu Qingfeng was very indifferent, like an old immortal, and continued: "What do you think this endless dust is?"

"What can it be? It's dust."

"Dust, and not dust." The old man said quietly.

"Dust, I understand, but what is it if not dust?" Pombo asked.

"It's the world, the vast world." The old man Wu Qingfeng was very calm and natural when he spoke.

"Is a vast world... Are you joking?" Bombo was in doubt.

"You will understand in the future that this dust, this grass, this wood is a world."

"You... Can I put it bluntly, I feel like I'm listening to a book written from heaven, although the literal meaning is easy to understand, but what it implies is not clear at all."

Old man Wu Qingfeng sat there with a faint smile and said, "Without talking about these things today, what I want to say is that there is endless dust between heaven and earth, and every dust is a world." The same is true of our bodies, we can see nothing when we look for the library www.zhaoshuyuan.com, but it contains endless "doors", just like the dust between heaven and earth. The seemingly small body has countless 'doors', and to keep opening these doors and discovering the' true self 'is to practice."

Seeing both of them showing their startled faces, Wu Qingfeng, however, asked, "Now, do you understand what spiritual practice is?"

"It seems... Some get it."

"Well, you'll understand later. Now, let me tell you what the sea of suffering is, and there are countless ways in the world, but it is not impossible to open the immortal path from here on."

"You must speak more carefully this time, old man." Although they have not yet really embarked on the road of practice, Ye Fan and Pang Bo both understand that the initial concept is the most important.

"All things in the world grow with age, some can last forever in the world, eternity, and some are only born and die, or even in the blink of an eye, life has passed in a hurry."

"Old man, what you say is too mysterious, what are you really trying to tell us?"

The old man did not blame him for interrupting, pointing to an ancient tree not far away, and said, "Do you know how long it has lived?"

"Naturally, you can tell. Cut it down and count the rings."

"Yes, time is merciless. It leaves its mark on everything. Trees have rings, and we have the wheel of life."

"We humans have these things too?" Ye Fan and Pang Bo feel something ridiculous.

"The practice I am talking about begins with the wheel of life of the human body..."