What is Tao?

"Shuowen": "Tao is the way to walk."

"Poetry·Xiaoya·Dadong": "The road of Zhou is as sharp as a stone, and as straight as an arrow."

"Zhuangzi: The Great Master": "The Tao of husbands has feelings and faith. It is inactive and intangible. It can be transmitted but not received. It can be obtained but not seen. It has its own roots and has been fixed since ancient times.

Gods, ghosts and emperors are born from heaven and earth; they are before Tai Chi but not high; they are below the six poles but are not deep; they are born from heaven and earth but are not permanent; they are longer than ancient times but are not old.”

Tao refers to the orbit or trajectory of all things, and it can also be said to be the changing and moving conditions of things.

All things are not what they are. The sun and the moon shine on their own without being burned. The stars are in order without being arranged. The animals are born by themselves without being made. The wind is driven by itself without being fanned. The water flows by itself without being pushed. The grass and trees are born by themselves without being seeded.

Breathing and breathing by oneself, heartbeating by oneself without heartbeat, etc., it is impossible to describe, it is all like this.

Because all things are not things, they are unanimous and follow something uniformly, without exception.

It is the root of change. It neither arises nor dies. It has no form or image. It has no beginning and no end. It is all-encompassing. Its bigness has no outside and its smallness has no inside. It changes over time and remains unchanged forever. Its origin is nameless and I don’t know who it is.

His son, "Laozi", gave his name to him: "Tao".

Tao is the essence of this world, it is the rules, and it is also the rules.

All things in the world, humans, gods, monsters, and monsters, no matter what kind of existence they are, as long as they are born in this world, they are all within the Tao.

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Southern Xinjiang, one hundred thousand mountains, nameless mountains, foothills.

Following the guidance of his heart, the beast god formed a ball of black energy that rose into the sky and directly accommodated the golden talisman into his body.

Suddenly, the surroundings were extremely quiet.

Countless dust, tiny creatures, energy, light... everything is filled in the air, flowing with the air flow, drifting with the current, jumping and dancing, changing the coquettish trajectory.

Birds chirping, cicadas chirping, beasts roaring... various sounds seemed to be stretched out, becoming extremely long and melodious. He could clearly distinguish the vibrato caused by subtle changes in the tune.

A few early spring grasses were hung with morning dew, trembling in the breeze. Occasionally, the dew dropped, but in his eyes, it seemed like slow motion, slowing down almost ten times.

The dewdrops fell to the ground, making a tinkling sound and splashing countless crystals.

The Beast God has never felt that his thinking is so clear, clear and fast. Many long-lasting memories, which he had long forgotten before, are now clear.

This feeling is similar to when I was just born, pure and untainted by dust. I am no longer affected by the endless hostility and evil spirits. Everything I look at seems to be malicious, and I am no longer disgusted by living creatures.

Everything becomes alive again.

Then, the soul was completely lifted up, and the vision gradually broadened, including the hundreds of thousands of mountains in southern Xinjiang, the ancient cave of Zhenmo, swamps, endless seas, deserts, isolated islands, and rainforests.

At this moment, he seemed to have entered the legendary realm of Taoism, where heaven and man are one, forgetting things and myself, and gaining the secret of the universe is also attaining concentration!

He also saw the natural beauty and wonder of this world.

The autumn wind in the north is bleak, and everything is withered. In the far north, you can see the snow falling, and all kinds of animals hiding in hiding; the endless green grassland, cattle and sheep everywhere, and the land is covered with mineral sand, and the sky and the earth are dry and cracked.

In the south, flowers are blooming, life is revived, rain falls like a curtain, and floods are raging; on the boundless ocean, the waves are undulating, and the sky and water are connected, and fish and birds are free.

So beautiful!

But upon closer inspection, the Beast God had some doubts in his heart. Such a beautiful world seemed to be just beauty on the surface, and there were some hidden flaws in it, as if... it was as if everything in it lacked some agility.

No matter how magnificent and natural these scenery are, when viewed as a whole, they are like a pool of stagnant water that is about to lose its source. The ancient well has no ripples and is slowly losing its vitality.

Moreover, he saw the nature of the world very clearly, but when he wanted to get closer and analyze the rules of the world more clearly, it seemed a little blurry.

Even with the help of the golden talisman, he still couldn't do it if he wanted to truly become one with the world. It seemed that he was still missing something.

Is it incomplete?

Before he could figure out why, his thoughts seemed to be pulled downwards by a big invisible hand, and in the blink of an eye he arrived at a most familiar place.

Zhenmo Ancient Cave.

In this cave, he was burned by the flames for thousands of years. If one day the Xuanhuo Jian had not been taken away by a man named Yun Yilan, he would still be burning to this day, unable to survive or die.

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"Um?"

The Beast God exclaimed, because the exquisite statue at the entrance of the ancient cave actually held something he was most familiar with: the Mysterious Fire Mirror.

The sign that looks like jade but not jade is surrounded by a circle of jade, and the ancient flame pattern in the middle is the Xuanhuo Jian!

Why is it here? Could it be that he somehow offended the little yellow cat, and then he was going to let himself experience the feeling of being roasted, burned, and worse than death for ten thousand years?

But, will he be afraid?

"Bah, bah, bah~"

The next moment, a large ball of unknown water fell on the Xuanhuo Jian.

Then, there seemed to be a voice from the netherworld, singing softly and soothingly, echoing slowly, as if it was the gentle and exquisite woman thousands of years ago.

The Xuanhuo Jian lit up, and the ancient flame pattern in the center seemed to be reborn at this moment. The water blended into it, as if infinite vitality had been injected into it. The brand began to greedily absorb the purest source power in the world.

The Xuan Huo Jian slowly rose into the air, flashing slowly under the blazing gaze of the Beast God.

Warm breath slowly emanates from the Xuanhuo Jian, with a bit of dreamy white smoke, which seems to be the vaporized surrounding air, condensing around the Xuanhuo Jian.

A huge mysterious force slowly tore through the surrounding space, and the white illusory smoke slowly condensed into a beautiful female figure. It was a woman in simple clothes, holding a staff in her hand, and her face

, it is exactly the same as the exquisite stone statue of the witch guarding outside the entrance of the Ancient Demon Suppressing Cave.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Linglong"

It was like a heartbreaking cry of despair, and then, a little spiritual light slowly emerged from above the black air, and then the black air dissipated, revealing the true form of the beast god.

But looking at it at this moment, the beast god's whole body is withered, as if the oil has been exhausted.

However, such a pair of eager eyes had never changed in thousands of years. He forgot everything in the world and only saw the woman in the smoke.

He flew towards that illusion, with incomparable satisfaction in his eyes.

The Xuanhuojian rotated silently, and the exquisite illusion seemed to be smiling, opening its arms and embracing him.

He rushed forward, and in the smoke, it was not an illusion, he actually hugged that body.

exquisite!

exquisite!

He called in a low voice, closing his eyes contentedly like a child.

Linglong smiled and gently stroked his hair with her hand.

At this moment, the Beast God finally saw the whole world clearly: decay and aging.

In this world, she is going to die!

There seems to be only one place in the entire world that is constantly emitting golden light. This light is so warm, bright, soft, and full of endless vitality. Even the entire world is gradually beginning to revive under the nourishment of this light.

However, this recovery has been blocked by one thing, that is, the endless evil and violent energy that fills the world. This energy is gradually corroding all living beings and even the earth's veins.

Many mountains with beautiful mountains and clear waters are gradually turning yellow and drying up, and finally turning into a large piece of rotten stone that will rot when touched. The life span of countless creatures is getting shorter and shorter, their bodies are becoming more and more susceptible to illness, and their personalities are getting more and more irritable.

Giving birth is becoming more and more difficult.

Because of this endless hostility, the entire world is slowly dying.

But the way of the world lies in balance and progress. Why is there so much evil and evil in this world? The beast god held Linglong's plain hand, and doubts suddenly arose.

"Wow~"

Scenes from the past slowly unfolded in front of him.

The situation is very simple. Most living beings are actually self-interested and selfish, even if they become immortals through practice, there are no exceptions.

Thousands of years ago, someone with great power calculated that if things continue to develop as normal, more and more practitioners of immortality will become practitioners. In the not-too-distant future, one day the spiritual power of this world will be absorbed by more and more practitioners.

Dry.

At that time, it will be the end of heaven and earth, and all practitioners will have their spiritual power cut off and die one by one.

The so-called immortals, gods, and powerful people suddenly began to panic and quickly gathered together to make various calculations and find solutions.

Until the end, after all kinds of discussions, fights, and sutra debates, the great masters finally determined that there is only one way to prevent the world from entering the end of the Dharma: planning and practicing practice.

As the name suggests, planned practice prohibits practitioners from falling in love, intermarriage, and having children at will, and then plans to allow ordinary people to enter the practice world, absorb spiritual energy, and continue practice.

In this way, if there are no unexpected circumstances, the spiritual power reserves of the world at that time can last for at least a hundred thousand years. Of course, relationships also vary from near to distant, and most of these ordinary people are naturally those powerful relatives and friends.

Not a big problem.

Anyway, the difference in strength between ordinary people and practitioners is almost as big as clouds and mud, and no one can resist.

Just like that, the world of spiritual practice gradually calmed down, and the immortals were gathering and drinking, feeling very uncomfortable.

The palace of Sanqing is hidden on the top of Kunkun, with purple smoke floating in the sun and moonlight.

In the morning, the sky is full of sunshine in the north. At dusk, I am drunk and chanting in the morning, unable to remember the year.

But one day, maybe a hundred years or a thousand years, I don’t know which great power or several great powers suddenly remembered something: One thousand years have passed so quickly, and those ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years have passed so quickly.

arrive.
To be continued...