Forgetting both minds is the true self that practitioners dream of and cannot find but cannot obtain. Wu Ming accidentally realized that apart from character, good fortune is naturally the greatest possibility.

As for the Eastern Land, whether it is Buddha, Taoism or various sects, practice is mostly divided into three stages: gate, realm, and realm.

If a practitioner sees the way, he is "entering the door". The practitioner can awaken the five elements and mobilize the power of the five elements, either practice the inner or the outer. Although he is weak and humble, he is far superior to ordinary people;

If you practice to a certain extent, you will encounter a "bottleneck". This neck is not a heavenly disaster, but a "true knowledge lost". In layman's terms, after you have a glimpse of the path, the more you go on the path of cultivation, the more you feel hopeless, and the more you know, the more you feel ignorant. Over time, depression accumulates in the chest and abdomen and blocks the meridians, and "heart demons" will arise. In this way, you will often have hallucinations when you practice. At this point, you will come to the second stage of the state. The state is also divided into three levels: illusion (mind), dust realm (mind), and true realm (immortal).

"Ordinary people take the realm, Taoists take the mind. Forget both mind and state of mind is the true method." This is the key here. Only by jumping out of the illusion and dust realm can you reach the true realm and reach the heavenly realm;

Realms are naturally higher-level existences. Three thousand great worlds, if you learn great supernatural powers, you will have great freedom.

Get back to the point.

The spiritual energy wandered and the vitality was released. Wu Ming was like an old monk entering into meditation. He sat for three days and three nights. After the last wisp of true energy returned to the lower dantian, Wu Ming slowly opened his eyes.

The monk's room was empty, not only was the beautiful man in his arms long gone, but even his cheap master was hiding far away.

The joy that had just risen in my heart was dispersed by the surging loss.

Before he could get up, time and space suddenly shook, and Shangguan Lingcheng's peerless and arrogant figure appeared in front of him.

The gaze behind the white jade with mutton fat was cold and seemed to be able to see him through. All the conspiracies disappeared in the eyes of the domineering eyes, and Wu Ming could not even feel a sense of resistance.

Wu Mingqiang bit his lips, letting clear eyes sweep his whole body inch by inch, and gradually gathered under his crotch.

Although the master was timid, Xiao Buzhou Mountain was very strong. After being stimulated, he swelled several times, making him feel more and more refreshed and full of fighting spirit.

'It's over!' Wu Ming was ashamed and was about to suffer the broken knife. Unexpectedly, his eyes blew up and down and disappeared out of thin air. Without waiting for him to take a breath, he heard the Lord Shangguan calmly speak, "Nanfeng cannot complete this trip, I will send someone else. Just wait patiently."

Wu Ming was secretly happy, but he felt a little sad. He wanted to ask Nan Feng about it, but he quietly changed his words, "You won't kill me."

"The south wind is not hindered." It seems that Wu Ming's voice could be read, and Shangguan Lingcheng answered the question that he was not right.

"That me..."

"When we should meet each other, we will meet each other." Before the words were finished, the person had left.

Compared with Nanfeng, famous hunters from all over the world, Wu Ming, who was branded with the imprint of Fantian disciples, felt a little ashamed. Even his master and the monks of Jiming Temple walked in happily, he couldn't feel good.

It was just in line with the old saying that everyone talked about gold and destroyed bones. The whole world used him as a chamber pot with stinky air. Even though he was very nervous, Wu Ming himself could not help but feel disgusted.

The old fire monster has left, the monk has returned, and the chicken crows the mountain has won a lot of money, and Wu Ming himself has gained a lot. Logically speaking, this should be a rare good life he has lived in recent days. But the young man just couldn't get excited.

As the initiator of everything, Qian Mo naturally understood the reason. But the old guy didn't say it out loud. Or as he said before, this is Wu Ming's way.

He had a delicious vegetarian dish. One old and one young sat in front of the courtyard, grinning at each other and picking the leaves between his teeth. A piece of leftover dish the size of a small fingernail was broken, and Wu Ming muttered, "Master, I thought about something for a long time, but I couldn't figure it out."

"What's the matter?" Qian Moti was so happy that he responded casually.

"In theory, we are cruel to the Tianmen, asking for money, and each dog is brave enough to be punished by God. Every thing is a matter of being punished by God. Even if you play with your heart, you will always die. I will never die. I will never die..." Wu Ming glanced at him and asked, "So, why are we doing the aftermath of the catastrophe? Could it be that we are really helping others?"

"Uh..." Wu Ming was asking the most important point. The old Taoist was speechless for a while and he couldn't say anything about it for a long time.

"Master, look at your bear-like appearance, is there any secrets in it?" Wu Ming asked casually, without expecting the old guy to give him a satisfactory answer.

He laughed twice, Qian Mo's old eyes turned and then said, "Good disciple, I know nothing can be hidden from you. Speaking of which, this is not a great secret." Seeing Wu Ming pushing his ears, Qian Mo shook his head and said, "Nothing is there, everything and its use."

Wu Ming exclaimed, "Serial pot?"

"Ahem!" Qian Mo's old face looked smirked, "The words are rough but the truth is just that."

Wu Ming nodded, "It can exist because it is useful."

"Yes, all the useless ones are dead." Qian Mo grinned.

After pondering for a long time, Wu Ming patted his butt and stood up, "Master, help me get a sword."

"He Jian?"

"The flying flow down three thousand feet."

Qian Mo couldn't help but tremble, "Qianqian Jian!"

Wu Ming stretched out, "There is no tree withering in Mount Li, and the fairy in the water of Jinghu Lake. It is the master of Shuiyuntian Pavilion, the clouds and water dispersed, and Mr. Shuijing's Qianqianyou Dragon Sword."

Qian Mo's back teeth clenched, "Although you understand the Jiuxiao Yuanqi Art, you can only be considered as the first time you can see the way! How can the 'Inscription of the Universe and the Ruyi Inscription' be opened lightly? What's more, all kinds of immortal soldiers in the Immortal Palace are all the commanders of the various divisions of this sect working hard..."

Wu Ming was too lazy to listen to his long-winded words, and his eyes rolled, "Will you help me?"

Qian Mo stomped his feet again in a panic, "The Qianqian Sword has been dispersed with the clouds and water and destroyed by the sky, thunder and earth, what use do you use to get it?"

Wu Ming sneered, "Old guy, don't forget that the Fighting Seal is now wearing a certain finger! Don't play tricks with me. I already know what should be known and what shouldn't be known. If you don't mind that I will make this secret public, then I can..."

"It's up to you!" Qian Mo looked bitter and bitter in his heart.

On this day, Master Wuyin, who was in seclusion again, suddenly felt annoyed, and his six senses floated, and he could not enter into meditation. He was about to ask about Zen, but he only heard the roar of dragons outside, the trees were rustling, and the beasts were shouting, and there was even the sound of wind and thunder. He couldn't help but smile, "Fate is the immortal weapon coming to the world."

Jilong Mountain, known as the 42nd Cave Heaven and Blessing Land, was stirred up. Bi Fang, a third-rank inspector who was hiding in the back mountain to heal his wounds, thought that someone was coming to trouble the Fantianmen, so he quickly dissipated his skills and rushed over.

When I pushed the door open and saw Wu Ming sitting at the table, the first inscription master in the universe tilted beside him, and he was as tired as a dog.

Wu Ming whispered, "If you have any help, please hand over this sword to Sister Nanfeng."
Chapter completed!