He thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "How did Master Shang feel when he looked at the Blood Lotus Picture Book at Iron Leg Gate?"

Shang Bian was silent for a moment, then smiled and sighed, "My subordinate's talents and qualifications were average at that time. He could only practice to the level of muscle training and could not continue. At most, he had touched the threshold of blood coagulation, so he had no chance to observe the Blood Lotus Picture Book.

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After a pause, he seemed to be lost in memories, and after a long time he continued, "But when it comes to the feeling of visualizing the catalog, when the teacher was teaching the senior brother, I was lucky enough to hear a few words from the sidelines.

What the teacher means is that after practicing the Mountain Kick to achieve the perfection of coagulation, you must remember one key point when visualizing the Blood Lotus Illustration, that is, the mind comes first, the mind comes first, the mind comes first, and the mystery appears automatically."

"God comes first with intention, and intention comes first with form. God and will are in harmony, and the mystery appears on its own."

Wei Tao was a little dazed, his attention was completely attracted by these sixteen words, and even what Shang Bian said next, he had no impression at all.

It wasn't until a layer of snow fell on his body that he slowly exhaled a breath of white mist, with a slight smile of joy on his face, "Master Shang's words are worth a thousand pieces of gold, and they woke up the person in my dream.

It seems that we have indeed taken a detour before, and we need to change the direction of our efforts according to Master Shang's prompts."

At this moment, Wei Tao inexplicably felt like he had been given a heads-up and suddenly had an enlightenment.

He had been falling into a certain misunderstanding before, always pursuing meticulous accuracy, but neglecting another equally important point.

That is why the mysterious spiritual meaning of the Vajra Secret Technique can be displayed through these complicated lines and the golden light traveling through them, and what is the key to making them work.

In other words, it is not wrong to blindly pursue the accuracy of textures, but to the extent that he can achieve it now, the main purpose should be to express artistic conception.

As long as the goal can be achieved, as for the specific process in the middle and the methods and means used to achieve it, it is no longer the entire focus of the pursuit.

There was a soft squeaking sound.

Wei Tao returned to the room.

After a period of quiet rest, he started a new attempt again.

Whoosh!

A wisp of scarlet silk thread meandered along the lines again, and soon revealed the true meaning of the looming Vajra secret method.

Wei Tao concentrated his mind, calmed his mind, restrained his thoughts and horses, and shut out all distracting thoughts.

No longer care about the gains and losses in details, and no longer pursue the accuracy of copying. Even if there are slight deviations, it doesn't matter. Instead, we focus on perceiving the spiritual power of the secret method of Vajra.

Look for the relationship within the lines and even between different lines, and adjust the movement of the silk according to changes in artistic conception and general trends.

In this way, the mental consumption is reduced a lot.

Let him persist until the entire process is completed.

Finally, the red threads that carried his understanding of Xuan Nian stopped, forming a somewhat weird, even ugly image.

The next moment, all the treacherous threads burned and turned into ashes without any warning, disappearing without leaving even the slightest trace.

Wei Tao stood there motionless, his eyes blank and his expression confused.

He was also a little confused whether the last time he had just revived Jin Gang's secret method and mystical thoughts was a success, or another failure that he was accustomed to.

On the morning of the next day, Wei Tao came out of his home and first went to the Jiedushi's residence to confirm what happened after Feng Qingping started practicing the secret method of Vajra.

When she left, Feng Qingping's eyes were red and a little moist.

Ignoring that the ground was covered with mud and snow, she prostrated directly in front of Wei Tao, touched her head to the ground and saluted, "Qing Ping has thanked Daozi for his great kindness. She will definitely wear a grass ring in her lifetime to repay Daozi's kindness."

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Wei Tao stood silently and accepted Feng Qingping's bow.

After all, the Dharma is not taught lightly, the Tao is not sold cheaply, the teacher does not follow the path, and the doctor does not knock on the door.

The saying that once a teacher is a lifelong father, if the master has something to do, the disciple will do his best, is not just an empty talk.

What's more, Feng Qingping's life was saved by him, and he taught him the Dharma to fight against the intrusion of delusions. Therefore, this worship was sincere and not false at all.

After leaving Feng's house, Wei Tao walked along the snow-covered streets, exited the south gate of Fucheng and headed straight towards Luoshui.

After one night, the snowflakes turned into ice crystal fragments, which fell to the ground with a dense crisp sound.

When he was far away from the city wall behind him, his figure gradually faded quietly, as if he was completely integrated into the wind and snow, but also seemed to be floating outside. One moment he was still in the forest, and the next moment he was crossing the river.

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Liu Qingyuan was lying on the bed, covered with a down quilt and sleeping quietly.

Perhaps because of the difficulty in breathing, she was still snoring slightly, and the sound kept echoing in the bedroom.

There was a soft creak, and Wei Tao pushed the door open and entered.

Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

And the next moment, the room turned pitch black without any warning.

It was almost impossible to reach out and see nothing.

Wei Tao's spirit suddenly soared, and his energy and blood circulated spontaneously, but at the next moment they all converged and fell silent.

"I haven't seen you for a while, and Liu Qingyuan actually broke through the mysterious sense."

"So, in this situation, I should have fallen into her delusions just like the personal maid."

"However, with her new level of strength, it is a bit strange that she could lead me into delusions without even realizing it."

Wei Tao thought in his heart, and his eyes once again became blurry.

In an instant the darkness receded and light appeared.

He breathed out a soft breath and stared speechlessly at the sea of ​​flowers that stretched to the end of his sight.

Wei Tao also did not expect that the metaphysical delusions caused by Liu Qingyuan were almost exactly the same as his, and there was no essential difference.

There was even a woman in white clothes and skirt, slowly emerging from the depths of the flowers and appearing in front of his eyes.

Wei Tao looked expressionless and observed carefully.

After a while, I suddenly discovered the biggest difference.

That is, in Liu Qingyuan's manifested delusion, the bone altar did not appear, let alone the various chaotic sounds related to it.

After a moment, the woman in white turned around and walked towards the depths of the sea of ​​flowers.

As she left, the flowers parted to the left and right, automatically forming a road leading into the distance.

Wei Tao followed directly without much hesitation.

The two of them walked one behind the other and kept walking through the sea of ​​flowers.

The scenes all around him were exactly the same, and it even made him feel like he was always standing still.

Until a dark, dilapidated building suddenly appeared in front of us, everything suddenly became completely different.

Another flower appeared in front of Wei Tao's eyes.

Instead of the sea of ​​flowers all over the mountains and plains, we were in a dark stone palace, which was empty except for a large and heavy coffin.

An old oil lamp burned quietly in front of the coffin, its pale green flame flickering on and off.

The woman in white clothes and skirt walked closer to the coffin step by step, and then slowly lay down in it.

He watched this scene quietly, and waves suddenly rose in his heart.

"Liu Qingyuan's metaphysical delusion is not about the sea of ​​flowers, but about this dilapidated stone palace. If I guess correctly, it should be the ancestral hall of the Luocha clan."

"Thinking further, this woman in white clothes and white skirt, who I have always regarded as Sun Xiyue, may be the corpse enshrined in the Luocha clan's ancestral hall."

"Then, what is the altar of bones that appears in my own delusion?"

Wei Tao frowned and fell into thought.

Unaware of the passage of time, my mysterious and delusional thoughts gradually faded away.

"When did you come, sir?"

It wasn't until Liu Qingyuan woke up from his dream that he interrupted his meditation.

"I just arrived not long ago, and I'm about to take you to Gui Shufang's manor again."

Wei Tao found a chair and sat down, and asked casually, "When did you enter the realm of Xuangan?"

"Xuangan?"

Liu Qingyuan couldn't help being slightly startled, and after a moment she said in surprise, "I didn't even know that I had reached the level of mysticism until my husband mentioned it."

Wei Tao slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, "From practicing Zang to Xuangan, you don't feel anything at all?"

"I don't feel anything at all."

Liu Qingyuan thought slowly and said, "I'm sure that I was still practicing at the visceral level before going to bed last night. Could it be that after having a strange dream, I accidentally broke through to the mysterious realm?"

"What dream did you have? Can you still remember it?" Wei Tao asked.

Liu Qingyuan sighed, and her expression suddenly became a little strange, "I dreamed that I was sleeping."

After a pause, she added, "It was an empty and dilapidated room. There was no furniture or anything in it. There was only a coffin. I lay in it and slept soundly.
To be continued...