At this time, Su Shi's eyes closed slowly, and his mind was immersed in Zifu.

Although the seeds have been planted in the soil, there are still no signs of rooting.

It has been a dozen days of work. In normal words, it should have been taken root for a long time. Su Shi can't help wondering.

After all, he has passed from the sky to the present, and it has passed for dozens of days.

But disappointing is that the seeds still have no movement until now.

Could it be possible, the seeds need a special method to take root to germinate.

The more Su Shi thought, the more thoughts, the more thoughts were chaotic.

He shook his head. If I was thinking hard alone, I was afraid that I couldn't think of any good way.

Thinking of this, his expression was slightly moving.

When the mind was moved, Su Shi passed the sound to Xiaoman, and then called the Tonger, Qing Ye.

After a while, Xiaoman had already rushed to the chamber.

Master, call me about me, Xiaoman looked at Su Shi a little doubtful.

Su Shi said faintly: "People have a lot of eyes, and I am slowly coming to you in Zifu."

In addition to calling Xiaoman waiting for people, the blind monk was naturally called by him.

Seeds cannot germinate, it is not simple. As long as there is sunlight, there is water, and the small barbarians grin.

Su Shi thought about it, the seeds in Zifu's soil floated in the void.

Seeds? I try, Xiaomi is quite like a motionless look.

Su Shi is about to hand the seeds to Xiaoman.

Xiaoman's thoughts, Su Shi's Zifu space, a round of sun rising slowly.

Suddenly, in the space of Zifu, the sun shines, and the light is shining.

Xiaoman's palm was incarnated to transform a rainwater and poured it towards the seeds.

Put the seeds in the soil, and the soft soil can wait for the bud.

Xiaoman patted the soil on his hands and stood aside.

Everyone looked at the soil with expectations.

Yanyang Gao Zhao, hot sun.

After an hour, the seeds still had no movement. After two hours, everyone still did not see the seeds of the seeds.

Your method is not spiritual.

Is it because the sun is too strong.

As soon as he moved, in the space of Zifu, the gentle sunshine continued to shine on the ground.

In addition to the sunshine, moisture is needed. Su Shi thought of it, and a trickle in his hand dripped in the soft soil on the ground.

There must be appropriate temperature and circulating air.

"Huhu!"

The wind blew, in the space of Zifu, there was a burst of breeze accelerating the circulation of air.

Temperature, the temperature shining now is not cold or hot, it should be okay.

Everyone, like Su Shi, looked at the seeds.

However, after waiting for a long time, there is still no reaction to the seeds.

At a glance, Su Shi smiled bitterly.

Still ...

At this time, the Buddha came over and said to Su Shi: "The master, maybe the seeds will not take root, just a symbol."

Why did the master say so, Su Shi looked at the Buddha in doubt.

The Buddha said slowly: "Once my Buddha Buddha once realized under the Bodhi tree."

The tree was originally an ordinary tree, but the Buddha was meditated under the tree, so it became a bodhi tree.

It can be seen that the most critical factor why the Bodhi tree becomes a god tree is not the tree, but the Buddha.

The Buddha realized under the tree, and his heart was clear, and a tree became a god tree.

The master said that whether the seeds can germinate, not only rely on external conditions to survive.

This little monk is unknown, but the seeds fall in the hands of the master, which is fate with the owner.

The seeds are rooted and germinated, but the owner himself.

Su Shi thought about it, nodded, and thanked the Buddha for your guidance.

Indeed, as the Buddha said, if it can easily germinate, then it cannot be the seed of breeding of the magic.

Su Shi dismissed everyone.

Holding the seeds tightly in his hands.

Could it be a seed ..., Su Shi thought of here, his expression moved.

He slowly picked up the gourd and drank the entrance in a bite.

Since the Buddha realizes the road under the tree, I realize that I have learned in the wine.

If the seeds can be integrated into my path, it is equivalent to recognition.

Su Shi seemed to realize it.

Immediately, he wore his knees on the ground, thinking about the wine road again and again.

Taking the body as a bridge, communicating with the world, changing the heart, the right, the method of Xuanmen, the magic method is endless.

The liquor road, move at will, do what you want, is invisible, unspeakable.

In his mind, a young man walked bumps.

The young man held the wine gourd, his cheeks were reddish, and he took the pace towards the front.

The path he took was different from others.

Perhaps, it is a lonely and long road.

Su Shi's body continued to converge with the bumpy man. His mind, his black child child, and even the six major incarnations seemed to be integrated into the youth.

The youth holds the wine gourd tightly and walks on the road, a deep sense of weakness spreads to his heart.

The realm of others or avenue, after all, has the origin. At least to practice according to the scheduled road, you will know the corresponding realm of your own.

But Su Shi is different. His road is a road that has never tried.

Every step he takes must continue to explore and try.

His Tao brought him firm confidence, but he also brought him confusion.

It is firm that a way must persist. What is confused is that Su Shi didn't even know how to go. He didn't know.

The young man coughed fiercely, he continued to drink, walking towards aimlessly.

Just as he thought before, the road was under his feet, and there was a way to walk.

How difficult it is to open up an avenue that belongs to your own.

The lips of the youth trembled, and his breathing became rapid.

He is examining the way he cultivates and looking at himself.

In the minds of youth, the color of the memories became stronger.

His pace was even more bumpy, and even a little messy.

In his eyes, he was even more confused.

The corpse king passed on my liquor road, and let me cultivate the prototype of the bartender.

I entered Kendo again and practiced Jianxin.

Taking the prototype of the wine road as the foundation, cultivate the bartender.

Taking the sword as the road, the kendo is not alone.

His face was exposed, and then he was confused.

The avenue is in a different way, and the same goes are the same. All the avenues must be attributed to this source, so I have condensed the bartender realm into the most pure Taoism.

With the whole body, my Tao can exert endless power.

It's just that the accumulation of Dao Yun is really too small.

I am divided into six, condensed into six incarnations with a strong Yuan Shen.

The six transformed into the way of enlightening the Taoist method, broken the method of learning, and then converting the most pure Taoism to make up for the shortcomings of the Taoism in my body.
To be continued...