Chatper 723 (1/2)

"Is it the statue of Xianjun?"

"In the statue of my lord, there is still a ray of willful will. If you get the approval of my lord, you will be able to learn the truth of the matter."

"In this way, the younger generation will make a breakthrough in this reincarnation peak."

Yang Xuan gritted his teeth, and with a boost of energy, he jumped off the boat lightly, followed a bluestone path, and slowly came to the bottom of the reincarnation step.

"There are one thousand and eight layers of reincarnation, and you have a lot of luck, and at least you have to go through dozens or hundreds of reincarnations, so for you, the reincarnation can be described as a first-order reincarnation, you have to be careful."

Ming Lao reminded.

"First-order round?"

Yang Xuan's complexion changed greatly. He used to be very strong in his own luck. Whenever he encountered danger, he would always be happy when the bad luck turned into good luck, but after hearing the words of the old man, he realized that sometimes the luck is too strong. good thing.

"On the reincarnation step, the six paths go back and forth, and the ghosts and gods retreat. I have to take the baby and Xiao Yuner to hide to avoid being involved, so you can only fight alone."

The purgatory boy said and put the flying boat into the inner space of the purgatory sword.

Yang Xuan didn't speak, he looked up at the reincarnation step, and then turned his attention to the flowers and trees on the side of the reincarnation step.

As time passed by every minute and every second, the flowers, plants and trees decayed and then reborn, and after rebirth they decayed again, going through a cycle of reincarnation, as if there was no end.

Yang Xuan just stared at it like this, not moving, and he didn't set foot on the reincarnation step for a long time.

Gradually, he closed his eyes, got rid of distracting thoughts, and a spiritual thought poured out from his eyebrows, turned into thousands of threads, and walked through the flowers and trees.

At first, the flowers were blooming and the green leaves were about to stain, and he felt a kind of joy.

Then, when the flowers and plants withered and the trees withered, he felt a kind of sadness.

...

Time passed slowly, Yang Xuan felt joy at times, and sadness at other times. The two emotions alternated in his heart, never ending, making him dizzy, almost going crazy, and his face became hideous and distorted.

"This kid..."

Old Ming's expression changed, and he hesitated whether to help him, but he thought about it, because since his master had set three levels, it was a test.

For Yang Xuan, the current situation is also a test. If he can't break free from it, he will die if he dies, and he can't blame anyone.

"Hope you succeed."

Old Ming sighed lightly and sat down on the bow again.

At the same time, Yang Xuan's condition was getting worse and worse. Not only was his expression terrifying, but there were even strands of bright red blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

He originally wanted to feel the joys, sorrows and joys of flowers, plants and trees, but he didn't expect to fall into it all of a sudden, as if he had become a flower and tree, unable to extricate himself from countless declines and new births.

"No, if this goes on like this, I'm in danger."

I don't know how long it took, Yang Xuan woke up in vain, and the whole body was full of cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Whoosh!

He opened his mouth wide, gasping for breath, and said to himself, "Since I broke free, let's do it again. I will definitely be able to break free this time."

"That's right, I, Yang Xuan, have two lives, my ambition is stronger than Tie Jian, nothing scares me, and nothing can make it difficult for me."

Yang Xuan clenched his silver teeth, released his spiritual thoughts again, and shuttled among the flowers and trees.

This time, he was prepared, and at the first moment of concentration, he forced himself to maintain a calm heart.

After such a long time, his heart has become very ethereal. Although his spiritual thoughts have been integrated into the flowers and trees, he has remained unmoved, neither sad nor happy.

"Release your own spiritual thoughts, carefully understand the emotions of flowers, plants and trees, and endure their reincarnations again and again, and in the end, you will not be affected by them."

Old Ming's emotions were up and down, and he sighed: "This son has such a strong will, I am afraid that it is not much less than my master when he was young. No wonder he was able to complete a detachment so quickly."

Martial artist practice is for detachment. Only by detaching again and again can one become immortal.

boom!

Suddenly, the heavens trembled, and an aura of heaven and earth, thick but not scattered, with an incomparable spirituality, like a tidal wave of mountains, rivers and rivers pouring down, surging down from the sky, penetrating the top into Yang Xuan's body, tempering his spirit.

"One detachment, one good fortune, since then, this child's talent and understanding will definitely increase greatly."

Old Ming said with emotion that the so-called detachment is to go beyond the limit of one's own tolerance and achieve the supreme state of mind of "no self".

...

Under the steps of Samsara, Yang Xuan stood alone, his eyes closed and his face expressionless.

Even if the majestic spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured into his body and continuously tempered his soul, he didn't feel anything, and his body and mind were in a mysterious and mysterious state.

This is no-self, even if you have forgotten yourself, how can you feel other things?

At this moment, his whole person seemed to have turned into air, and he was completely integrated into the nature of heaven and earth. With such a cup of tea, his body was shaken violently, and he suddenly woke up and turned around.

"what happened?"

Yang Xuan was stunned and had no idea what was going on.

"Good good!!!"

Old Ming got up and stroked his palm.

"Ming Lao, who is this junior just now?"

Yang Xuan asked.

"You just entered the realm of no-self, and only without self can you be detached."

Old Ming said.

Yang Xuan heard the fog in the clouds, he checked carefully, and he found that his soul was more transparent, flickering with bright white light, and even the drawing of the refining gods floating above the soul became clear. Blooming splendor.

"The spirit of the gods has grown stronger again, and the formation of the gods seems to be stronger. Is this the ultimate sublimation in the legend?"