"Yeah!" Yuan Qing looked at the child below, pondered for a moment, and took out the Sancai Vision Mirror to look at him.

As a mirror-like magic weapon, it has considerable advantages in communicating yin and yang, creating illusion and reflecting reality.

Although the Sancai Vision Mirror focuses on seeing through illusions and pointing directly to the real direction, it also has some unique and wonderful uses as a medium of illusions.

Although the children at the foot of the mountain are elves born from the earth veins, they have natural advantages in spiritual awareness and practice than ordinary people.

However, facing the Three Talents Observation Mirror that absorbs the origin of some worlds is still much inferior.

Today's Three Talents Watching Movement Mirror has evolved into the mirror with the help of the growing three talents in the Jile Spirit House.

Ordinary monks in the wizard realm may not be able to see through it immediately if they are suddenly observed by the treasure mirror. How can a slightly miraculous child escape from it?

He was easily pulled into the illusion, and he could not even distinguish the boundaries between reality and illusion.

This is also a great exploration of Yuan Qingwei's path of cultivation. With several world experiences, he actually has his own guesses about the methods of practicing in the main world.

In Yuan Qingwei's view, the method of cultivation in the main world is to simply summarize it: refining qi, concentrating the mind, and cultivating the truth.

Among them, Qi refining is undoubtedly the foundation of the practice of immortality, and it is also the basis for immortality and sublimation of the essence of one's own life.

Concentrating the mind is an important part of the main world's resistance to the erosion of the aura and murmur in the spiritual world.

The final cultivation is the product of fighting against the spiritual world. Strictly speaking, the Dharma realm of the mage realm is actually the external influence of the cultivator's personal reality, and it is classified into the category of cultivation.

Although the meaning of cultivation is profound, the most important point must be "cultivating to achieve truth".

The best thing in this regard is the Pure Land Spirit House in Yuan Qingwei's hands.

In Yuan Qingwei's view, this magic weapon originated from Ji Hu is probably a concrete example of his exploration of the concept of cultivation.

Now the Sancai Guanyun Mirror gradually evolved into a real phantom by reflecting the changes in the Pure Land Spirit House. Although the forest and everything in the mirror is just an illusion.

But as the Pure Land Spirit House changes from virtual to reality, everything will naturally become more and more real, just as the Pure Land Spirit House gradually extends out of the real world of the Three Realms under the sacrifice and refining of Yuan Qingwei.

The world in the mirror of the Three Talents's Contemplation will gradually become real. Even for the child today, the world in the mirror is actually a kind of reality.

‘From this perspective, the theory of the four false combinations of Buddhism is also a famous saying!’ Looking at the boy who was learning from the mirror and traveling to the world, he stretched out his hand and saw everything in the mirror begin to reverse, and the path of cultivation that was originally smooth, all kinds of ups and downs began to appear.

But beyond Yuan Qingwei's expectations, this guy never gave up.

He always held a naive optimism, liked to seek one-tenth of hope, or even one-tenth of hope in despair, and even gave up his own practice for this.

During the earthquake, he suppressed the earth's veins, and even if the seven orifices were bleeding, he tried to delay for one more minute; in the waves, he cut through the wind and waves, and rescued the fishermen from looking for food; in the famine, he traveled everywhere, looking for food...

Gradually, Yuan Qingwei's eyes gradually became solemn. He was no longer controlling all things in the mirror of the Three Talents' observation, but constantly extracted the power of the rest of the world, integrated into it, and turned into the spirituality of all living beings in all things, making all living beings have more changes.

The child began to be injured. What's ridiculous is that he was not injured due to natural disasters, but was injured by the people he rescued.

At that time, he learned the word "Sheng Mien, fight against Mie".

After a while of sadness, he understood the word "to save urgent care but not to save the poor."

He began to pay attention to the standards of helping others. In this process, he gradually realized that only appropriate gifts and favors can make people grateful. Once the standards are not grasped well, they will only raise an enemy for themselves.

‘Is the heart light?’ Yuan Qingwei’s eyes darkened, and his eyes at the boy couldn’t help but soften a little.

The light of the mind is derived from nature, but it has an outward propagation, similar to the light of the sexual but different from it.

I have to give a judgment, similar to the Buddha's light in nature, the brilliance of the lights of thousands of families and the original prototype of the Dharma Realm of the Master Realm.

‘Let me see what step you can do!’ Yuan Qingwei cut off some turbid breath from the incarnation of the Shrine of the Netherworld, and then took some illusory breath from the incarnation of the Shrine of the Main World. The two were mixed together and integrated into the Spirit House of Pure Bliss.

A ruin evolved into the earthly world of the Pure Land Spirit House, and then he connected the Sancai Vision Mirror to the Pure Land Spirit House and sent the boy into it.

The confused boy shook his head. At this time, his original memory of his practice had been suppressed. He looked at the ruins around him and the fresh traces flowing between some stones.

He didn't care why he appeared here, nor did he pay attention to why there was no one around, nor did he care about the strange height of the surrounding buildings. He just simply went forward to save people, and took action to lay down the gravel, and pieces of soil and stones were stripped open, digging out a bloody corpse from it bit by bit.

Straws of black air surrounded the body, and a phantom formed around the boy, muttering to his ear: "Why do you want to save people? Don't you know that everyone below is dead? Why do you have to dig it out? Isn't it just right to bury it? It's not easy to bury it!"

"But somebody is waiting for them!"

After the boy finished speaking, he continued to pull the stones again, and the sharp edges of the gravel brought him tenderness and blood from his fingertips, mixed with the soil and gravel.

Another corpse was dug out, and this time the black air flowing out turned into a cultivator, standing beside the boy: "Follow me to leave? I can teach you the art of immortality!"

"But somebody is waiting for them!"

The boy was silent for a while, and after giving the same answer, he continued to dig. Gradually, his fingers were already bloody and bloody, and the pale bone structure could be vaguely seen.

But he didn't seem to feel any pain, he just kept digging.

The third, the fourth, the fifth... The corpses were dug out, and strands of black gas tangled around the boy, and finally turned into the appearance of a man who adopted him in the past. Looking at the boy, he excitedly said, "Baby, come with me quickly. The immortal elder who sent you to see you back then."

"Dad! Someone is waiting for them!"

The boy answered stubbornly that his character, who seemed a little demented because of his soul, felt a little ridiculous when he heard it.

The feeling of moist eyes made his adoptive father silent for a long time before he turned around and left.

At the moment of turning around, the adoptive father's body gradually collapsed, turning into wisps of black gas, which gradually penetrated into the air, turned into colorful gray smoke, and after recondensing, he came to his side again.

At this time, his adoptive father was covered in white hair, his loose skin was covered with old-fashioned spots, and the breath of death condensed on him, as if he would die in the next moment. He was here to persuade the boy. He was too old and was about to die, and hoped that the boy could go back and take a look.

The boy was stunned for a moment, raised his hand, and realized that at some point he had grown up, his hands covered with wounds and calluses could not see any delicate skin.
Chapter completed!