Chang Li's doubts did not last long, and soon the girl disappeared automatically, replaced by a familiar figure.
This figure was none other than Taoist Lingche.
The expression of this Taoist Lingche formed by clouds was much more distant than that of the real Taoist Lingche, but it also revealed a sense of reality.
He said to Changli: "Fellow Taoist, heaven has given birth to a precious life, and we will follow the sky.
Cherishing oneself is another form of cherishing life, and cherishing oneself will inevitably harm others, which is not precious.
In this case, is this life precious or not?"
The many Jindan monks of Zixiao Sect sitting outside the illusion had strange expressions on their faces, including Taoist Lingche.
He moved his fingers slightly and felt that he had a thought connected with the condensed figures in the illusion.
He could also feel another strange existence.
This strange perception spread to his body, making his eyes flash. waves.
When the question was asked, Changli was silent for a while, seeming to be thinking about the correct answer.
The shadow of Taoist Lingche also remained silent, completely unlike the previous shadow, trying every means to connect with the dark thoughts in Chang Li's heart.
Silence spread in the illusion, adding a solemn atmosphere to the illusion.
This solemnity was incompatible with the environment, but it was also unusually harmonious.
Outside the illusion, everyone in the Zixiao Sect was also looking intently at the answer to Chang Li's whereabouts, which they also wanted to know.
As the silence continued, the atmosphere in the illusion actually became tense, and the hearts of everyone outside the illusion also tensed subconsciously.
In the end, Changli gave the answer: "Heaven and earth are ruthless and forget all things.
Heaven and earth are sentient and nurture all living beings.
Life or non-life, what existence does it have in terms of heaven and earth?
They all exist."
The meaning of this sentence is probably that the life and death of an individual does not matter much to this vast world, because no matter whether he lives or dies, the weight of the soul in the world will not change.
To put it bluntly, It is to ask the monk not to take himself too seriously, to regard himself as the center of the world, and to ask the world to do more for him.
And this sentence does not directly answer Taoist Lingche's question of birth or non-birth, but explains the boring nature of this question from another aspect.
For higher beings, birth or non-birth is not a very important issue.
Instead of worrying about these issues, it is better to practice hard, go longer and further on this path of practice, and experience more scenery. .
It is always impractical to look at the scenery on the top of the mountain from the middle of the mountain.
Instead of spending time looking at it, it is better to lower your head and move forward step by step.
The perspective of looking at the question is different, and the direction of answering the question is also different.
Compared with the Lingche Taoist who is still in the golden elixir stage, Chang Li who has gone through the vicissitudes of the world has obviously reached another level.
He looked at the phantom in front of him calmly, and his eyes seemed to reflect the sound of the waves in the entire illusion.
He said: "Don't worry about this.
When you are a living being, you have the qualifications to grow."
He sighed softly, then waved his hand gently: "Go."
After Chang Li gave the answer, Taoist Lingche was in a state of confusion.
His body seemed to be frozen by thousands of years of ice, unable to move at all, but his blood was boiling hot.
It pulsed in his meridians all the time, making his heart beat uncontrollably.
An indescribable sense of transparency hit his whole body, giving him a feeling of surprise from the bottom of his heart.
His fingers moved slightly, as if a crack had broken through the ice sealing his whole body.
The feeling of seeing flowers in a fog slowly dissipated, and a sense of clarity gradually spread throughout his body.
He heard his own voice say slowly and firmly: "Thank you."
These words appeared before Chang Li waved his hand, and at this time, Taoist Lingche's spirit body quickly dispersed.
Looking at the empty place, Chang Li said softly: "The calculation is too clear, but I can't see myself clearly."
This sentence is as light as the boundless wind, floating in this empty space, and is vaguely consistent with the essence of this space.
It just dissipated in this space without spreading the illusion or entering anyone's ears.
Outside the illusion, the Jindan monks of Zixiao Sect looked at Changli with complex and grateful eyes, and this gratitude also contained some imperceptible respect.
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In Lingche Taoist After his spiritual consciousness returned, his junior disciples all looked at him with suspicion: "This is really the newly recruited disciple this time."
Taoist Lingche nodded without hesitation.
Facing the panicked expressions of everyone, Taoist Lingche said helplessly: "Since you have joined the Zixiao Sect, you are a disciple of the Zixiao Sect.
Junior brothers, there is no need to be afraid."
Hearing this, the expressions of surprise on the faces of these Jindan monks began to shrink.
Since this one has already entered the Zixiao Sect's apprenticeship ceremony, it means that he has no ill intentions towards the Zixiao Sect.
In this case, Then just make peace with it as it comes, not to mention that he just gave his senior brother some advice.
When he thought of this, he couldn't help but cast jealous eyes on Taoist Lingche.
If he had known this, they would have started the task of selecting disciples that day.
Taoist Lingche, who was surrounded by everyone's attention, was also a little helpless.
He pondered for a while and then said: "After this incident, I also realized something.
After this is over, I will retreat to attack the Nascent Soul."
This sentence struck everyone's ears like a thunderbolt from the blue.
They all cast worried eyes on Taoist Lingche.
The man with the wood grain on his forehead was the first to say: "Brother, why are you so anxious?
Your longevity If you have enough energy, the end is still far away, why not practice it and consolidate your Taoist heart, it is better than not accumulating enough and being defeated by the Nascent Soul Tribulation."
Taoist Lingche shook his head.
He waved his hand to stop everyone's words, and then said firmly: "No need, I know my state myself.
No matter how good it is, it can't be better than now.
If I just retreat, I still have 60% chance."
If you continue to grind the broken pill into a baby, I'm afraid your Taoist heart will be flawed again, and by then, you won't even be 30% sure."
After hearing this, everyone could only swallow the words of persuasion. 30% and 60%, smart people know how to choose between the two.
Taoist Lingche once again focused his gaze on the illusion, and saw Chang Li inside quietly changing his direction.
His distant and gentle gaze was stained with a touch of gratitude.
He was really awakened by one word.
People with inner demons.
He felt a little melancholy in his heart for no reason: "Practice is so troublesome":