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Episode 1: Disciple Fantian 1.12 The state of mind is double-forgotten, and the Dharma is natural.

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    The state of double forgetfulness is the true self state that practitioners dream of, but cannot achieve.  Wu Ming realized by accident that apart from his character, good fortune was naturally the greatest possibility.  ??As far as the East is concerned, regardless of Buddhism, Taoism or various sects, practice is mostly divided into three stages: door, realm, and realm.  When a practitioner has a glimpse of the door, he has "entered the door."  Beginners can awaken the five elements and mobilize the power of the five elements to cultivate internally or externally. Although they are weak and humble, they are far superior to ordinary people; and when they practice to a certain level, they will encounter a 'bottleneck'.  This neck is not a catastrophe, but a ¡®true knowledge and lost way¡¯.  In layman's terms, after you have glimpsed the door, on the path of cultivation, the farther you go, the more hopeless you feel. The more you know, the more ignorant you feel.  Over time, if stagnation of Qi accumulates in the chest and abdomen, blocking the meridians, "inner demons" will arise.  As a result, hallucinations may occur from time to time in breath control, meditation, practice of luck, and even in daily life.  After practicing at this point, you have reached the second stage.  The realm is also divided into three levels: illusion (mind), earthly realm (heart), and true realm (immortal).  ¡®Ordinary people take the environment, Taoists take the heart.  The state of mind with double forgetfulness is the true method.  ¡¯ That¡¯s the key point.  Only by jumping out of the illusion and dusty realm can we reach the real realm and come to the heaven; the world is naturally a higher level of existence.  In the three thousand worlds, if you acquire great supernatural powers, you will have great freedom.  Words return to home.  The spiritual energy traveled and the vitality was released. Wu Ming was like an old monk in meditation. He sat there for three days and three nights.  When the last ray of true energy returned to his dantian, Wu Ming slowly opened his eyes.  What he saw was an empty monk's room. Not only was the beauty in his arms long gone, but even his cheap master was hiding far away.  The joy that just arose in my heart was washed away by the surging loss.  Before he could get up, time and space suddenly shook, and Shangguan Lingcheng's unique and arrogant figure appeared in front of him.  The eyes behind the mutton-fat white jade are so cold and cold that they seem to be able to see right through him.  All conspiracies and conspiracies disappeared in Ling Ren's eyes, and Wu Ming couldn't even feel the slightest bit of resistance.  Wu Mingqiang bit his lips and let Qingling's eyes scan his whole body inch by inch, gradually converging on his crotch.  Although the master is timid, Xiaobu Zhoushan is very strong.  Being stimulated by this, it actually exploded several times, becoming more energetic and energetic, with high morale.  ¡®It¡¯s over!  ¡¯ Wu Ming was heartbroken and was about to receive the knife that cut off the roots. Unexpectedly, after looking up and down, he disappeared out of thin air.  Before he could take a breath, he heard Shangguan Pavilion Master speak calmly, "Nanfeng cannot complete this mission, I will send someone else. Just wait patiently." Wu Ming was secretly happy, but there was only a trace of sadness.  , I wanted to ask about Nanfeng, but the words came to my lips and he quietly changed, "If you don't kill me." "Nanfeng is fine." As if he could read Wu Ming's heart, Shangguan Lingcheng answered the question incorrectly.  "That me" "When it's time to meet, I'll meet you." Before the words were finished, the person was gone.  "Compared to Nanfeng, who is famous in the world, and Wu Ming, who is branded as a disciple of Fantian, he feels a little ashamed of himself.  Even when his master and the monks from Jiming Temple walked in cheerfully, he couldn't be in a good mood. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? is the old saying of many words makes gold, but the accumulation of them shall destroy the bones.  The whole world uses him as a foul-smelling chamber pot, and Wu Ming himself can't help but secretly resent him for being so arrogant.  With the old fire monster gone and the monks returning, Jiming Mountain has been filled with plenty of alms, and Wu Ming himself has also gained a lot.  Logically speaking, this should be a rare good life for him in recent days.  But the young man just couldn't muster the energy.  As the initiator of everything, Qian Mo naturally understood the reason.  But the old guy just didn't say anything.  Or as he said before, this is Wu Ming's way.  I made another delicious vegetarian meal.  An old man and a young man sat opposite each other in front of the court, each grinning and picking the vegetable leaves between their teeth.  After a scrap of vegetable the size of a small fingernail came out, Wu Ming muttered and said, "Master, there is something I have been thinking about for a long time, but I can't figure it out." "What's the matter?" Qian Moti answered casually, feeling happy.  "It stands to reason that we, Fantianmen, are ruthless in their attacks and want money at all costs. Every one of us is so daring that every act is punished by God. We are just playing for a heartbeat. We have always killed Taoist friends and poor Taoists"  As he spoke, Wu Ming glanced at him and asked: "Then, why are we doing the aftermath of Shi Laozi's catastrophe? Is it true that we are really happy to help others?" "Uh" Wu Ming asked this question.  Go where it matters.  The old Taoist was speechless for a moment and couldn't say anything for a long time.  ¡°Master, look at your bearish appearance, is there some secret that cannot be told?¡± Wu Ming just asked casually, not expecting the old guy to give him a satisfactory answer.  After laughing twice, Qian Mo rolled his eyes and said immediately: "My dear disciple, I know that nothing can be hidden from you. Speaking of which, this is not a big secret." Seeing Wu Ming raise his ears, Qian Mo  Mo shook his headHe said: "Without anything else, things have their uses." Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, "Chamber pot?" "Ahem!" Old Qian Mo said with a sneer on his face, "The words are rough and the reason is not rough. This is exactly what he said."  Wu Ming nodded, "Because it is useful, it exists." "Yes, all the useless ones died." Qian Mo bared his teeth and smiled.  After pondering for a long time, Wu Ming patted his butt and stood up, "Master, help me get a sword." "What sword?" "Flying down three thousand feet." Qian Mo couldn't help but shake his hands, "Qian'e Sword!" Wu Ming stretched out.  Waist, "There are no withered trees in Mount Li, and there are fairies in the water in Jing Lake. It is none other than Master Shui Yuntian Pavilion, Yunshui Sanren, Mr. Shui Jing's Thousand-Tooth Wandering Dragon Sword." Empress Guizhou's molar teeth clenched, "Although you understand  The Nine Heavens Vitality Technique is only the first glimpse of the door! How can we lightly open the "Qiankun Ruyi Inscription"! What's more, all the immortal soldiers in the Immortal Mansion have worked hard" Wu Ming was too lazy to listen to his ramblings.  After flipping it over, "Are you going to help or not?" Qian Mo stamped his feet angrily, "The Thousand-Ear Sword has been scattered with the clouds and water, and was destroyed by thunder and fire. What use do you use it for?" Wu Ming sneered, "Old guy  , don¡¯t forget that the Heaven-turning Seal is on someone¡¯s finger now! Don¡¯t play tricks with me. I already know everything you should know and what you shouldn¡¯t know. If you don¡¯t mind me making my secrets known to the public, then I can.  " "It's up to you!" Qian Mo looked like he was tearing out his heart.  On this day, Master Kirigakure, who was in seclusion again, suddenly felt that his mind was disturbed, his six sense organs were floating, and he was unable to enter concentration.  When I was about to ask about the Zen secrets, I heard dragons roaring outside, rustling trees, howling animals, and even the sound of wind and thunder. I couldn't help but smile, "It's because the immortal soldiers came to the world." Jilong Mountain, known as the 42nd Cave of Heaven and Blessed Land  They were all stirred up, and Bi Fang, the third-grade inspector who was hiding in the back mountain to heal his wounds, was no exception.  Thinking that someone was coming to trouble Fantianmen again, he hurriedly dispersed his power and swooped over.  Pushing the door and entering, he saw Wu Ming sitting at the table, but the first inscription master of Yunei was leaning next to him, huffing and puffing out his long tongue, as tired as a dog.  Wu Ming pursed his lips and said, "If you're sorry, please give this sword to Sister Nanfeng."
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