Zhuang Zhou and his son walked to King Wen!
"Dad, he seems to be still alive? I just saw his fingers moving!" Zhuang Zhou looked at Lord Wen with his eyes wide open.
King Wen was already extremely weak at the moment, but when he saw the father and son coming forward, he was still filled with excitement. Two more lesions turned them into pus, allowing him to recover a little.
Father Zhuang put Zhuang Zhou down and looked at Lord Wen in front of him with a frown.
"Are these the clothes of a disciple of Saint Yang Zhu? Is he a direct disciple of Saint Yang Zhu?" Father Zhuang frowned.
"Ah? A direct disciple of Sage Yang Zhu?" Zhuang Zhou asked curiously.
You know, the teacher who taught Zhuang Zhou was not qualified to be said to be a direct disciple of Sage Yang Zhu. Is this the direct disciple of Sage Yang Zhu
"Dad, I see he's still breathing, he's injured!" Zhuang Zhou asked curiously.
The weak Lord Wen felt excited in his heart. As long as the two of them leaned a little closer to him, he would be able to take action just like the hunter before.
"Zhou'er, don't worry about him, let's go home!" Father Zhuang suddenly shook his head and said.
"Ah?" Zhuang Zhouyi looked at Father Zhuang blankly.
Mr. Wen also had a stiff face, don't you care about me? Why
"Just pretend you haven't seen him, Zhou'er. Saving him may be a good thing or a bad thing. That's enough of a good thing. What about the bad things? Our family is already in a very difficult situation. We can't let it get any worse! Your mother is still lying in bed. You still want to study, let's go! Just pretend you didn't see it!" Father Zhuang immediately shook his head.
Lord Wen: "...!"
"But, Dad, didn't you teach me before that a gentleman should be virtuous? If he is still alive, we will take him out of the mountain. Isn't he a direct disciple of Saint Yang Zhu? Let's send him to my teacher, don't we just...!" Zhuang Zhou's kind thoughts could not bear to watch this man die.
"But...!" Father Zhuang was still a little worried.
"Help, help, save me!" King Wen said weakly and trembling.
The call for help at this moment finally made Zhuang Zhou unable to bear taking a step forward.
Just taking a step forward, Lord Wen suddenly moved.
"Be careful, Zhou'er!" Father Zhuang exclaimed.
Isn't this a dying person? Why is it so sudden and violent
He saw King Wen's nails pierce Zhuang Zhou's skin instantly. Zhuang Zhou rushed forward and suddenly slipped away.
But it just slipped away, and the skin of his hand was pierced by Lord Plague, and a wave of plague poison entered his body.
"Ah!" Zhuang Zhou screamed in pain.
When Zhuang's father hugged Zhuang Zhou, Zhuang Zhou's face turned purple. The poisoning is deep.
"Poison? You poisoned my son, why!" Father Zhuang shouted in horror.
Zhuang Zhou fell to the ground and looked at the plague king in disbelief. He wanted to save him, why, why did he want to harm him.
Zhuang Zhou didn’t understand!
The plague entered the body and the pain was unbearable. After a while, Zhuang Zhou passed out.
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Zhuang Zhou’s spiritual world.
"Boom!"
When Zhuang Zhou was poisoned in the outside world, a thunder resounded throughout the world of Blood Sun.
The caterpillar that Wang Xiong transformed into was chewing on the leaves of a big tree. He suddenly raised his head and his expression changed.
"Can't sleep, wake up, wake up! Use the power of the avenue to drive away the poison!" Wang Xiong shouted anxiously.
However, no matter how anxious Wang Xiong was, Zhuang Zhou in the outside world could not wake up.
Wang Xiong was anxious for a moment.
But at this moment, another caterpillar that he had sent away not long ago quickly crawled over and bit Wang Xiong's leg.
"Erhei, why are you here again?" Wang Xiong frowned.
At this moment, Wang Xiong was already hundreds of times the size of Erhei. At this moment, he was anxious about the situation of Zhuang Zhou in the outside world. How could he have the attention to pay attention to Erhei
However, Erhei kept biting Wang Xiong's leg, making Wang Xiong frown slightly.
"My outer body was just unconscious, and you came here, Erhei. Could it be that the poisoning in reality was reflected in the spiritual world? Erhei, what are you going to do? Take me there quickly!" Wang Xiong's expression suddenly changed.
Erhei led the way, and Wang Xiong crawled behind.
Soon, we came to a rather large valley on the ground.
There are thousands of caterpillars in the valley, and everything is pitch black. On the other side, there are hundreds of thousands of termites.
These termites do not eat wood, only caterpillars.
Termites, caterpillars? The two sides, Zhiyang and Zhiyin, are starting a clan war
"Boom!"
From the perspective of termites and black caterpillars, the war is roaring at this moment, and the termites are more numerous and more ferocious, completely suppressing the caterpillars.
Erhei brought himself here, as if giving himself a choice.
Wang Xiong looked at the battlefield where the black caterpillars were retreating in front of him, and he felt enlightened.
The termites represent the Confucian thoughts in my heart, and the caterpillars represent the Taoist thoughts in my heart. Has Taoism been suppressed
If Taoist thought has been suppressed or even died out, then Zhuang Zhou will never be able to understand Taoist thought and will only disappear all sentient beings
If you want to achieve enlightenment, do you have to suppress Confucianism and Taoism
Wang Xiong was thoughtful and understood that in Zhuang Zhou's body, Taoist thoughts were saving his body like a caterpillar. Unfortunately, because Zhuang Zhou himself resisted Taoist thoughts and was suppressed by the Confucian thoughts existing in his instincts and suppressed by termites, then Taoist thoughts would not be possible. If Zhuang Zhou accepts him, then he can’t save himself
Understanding this, Wang Xiong roared instantly.
"Roar!"
The caterpillar's roar was extremely low, and no one outside could hear it. However, at this moment, it shocked both armies to a standstill.
Wang Xiong understood that the caterpillars were Zhuang Zhou's acceptance of Taoist ideas. This group of termites must be defeated, and Zhuang Zhou must use Taoist ideas to save himself.
"Boom!"
The giant caterpillar transformed by Wang Xiong climbed up towards the center of the battlefield. Ordinary caterpillars were of average size. As soon as Wang Xiong's giant caterpillar came out, it immediately pressed down like a mountain.
Moreover, Wang Xiong has countless spikes on his body.
"boom!"
Wang Xiong was like the commander-in-chief of an army, leading the army of caterpillars to counterattack. At the same time, the spikes were like magic weapons. In a short time, many termites were pierced through their bodies.
There was a cave in the distance. Termites crawled out of the cave in a steady stream. However, when Wang Xiong arrived, he could resist thousands of troops with the power of one man.
As Wang Xiong fought, the sound of the Tao Te Ching seemed to resound in the void.
"The Tao can be Tao, but it is very Tao, and the name can be named, but it is very famous...!"
The sound of the Tao Te Ching represents Zhuang Zhou's instinctive acceptance of these Taoist ideas.
"Zhuang Zhou, wake up, Zhuang Zhou, wake up! Use the power of Taoism to drive away the poison!" Wang Xiong roared during the battle.
"Roar!"
In the distance, there seemed to be a loud roar coming from the burrow where the termites crawled out, and a huge queen ant, with a size as powerful as a queen, gave a command.
Suddenly, thousands of termites rushed over.
Wang Xiong crawled towards the queen ant. Although he was bitten by some termites, at this moment, Wang Xiong resisted the poison entering his body and rushed to kill her with all his strength.
"Zhuang Zhou, wake up, wake up! You can use Taoist ideas, you can use them, you are me, you are me, Taoist ideas can be used, used, used, used...!" Wang Xiong roared.
At the same time, the outside world.
Zhuang Zhou was poisoned and passed out.
Father Zhuang suddenly showed a look of horror.
"Please let my son go, let my son go. Whatever you want to do, I promise you, I promise you!" Father Zhuang immediately knelt down and looked at Lord Wen in tears.
"Hahahaha, then come here and scratch your skin for me, and you come here too!" Lord Wen laughed.
"Okay, okay, let my son go, let my son go, he's all black, let my son go!" Father Zhuang crawled to the place where the Plague Lord was.
"Tear!"
Lord Plague's nails pierced Zhuang's skin, and immediately, a large amount of plague poison entered Zhuang's body.
"Okay, save my son, please, I've been poisoned, please, let my son go, my son doesn't deserve to die here!" Father Zhuang said hopefully.
Seeing Father Zhuang falling to the ground with poison, Lord Wen became more and more proud: "Detoxification? Hahahahaha, I, Lord Wen, never only poison, but never detoxify!"
"You, you lied to me!" Father Zhuang said in horror.
"Yes, I lied to you. I will use you two to refine the lesions and use them to heal my wounds. Hahahaha, heal my wounds and you can die!" Lord Wen laughed.
"No, let my son go, my son doesn't deserve to die! My son doesn't deserve to die!" Father Zhuang cried out in despair.
Even though his whole body ached and the poisoning deepened, all Zhuang's father could see was his son, and his eyes were full of regret. He shouldn't have come, he shouldn't have come, he and his son were going to die, what should he do with his wife on the hospital bed.
"No~~~~~~~~!" Father Zhuang cried sadly.
"Hahahaha!" Mr. Wen laughed proudly.
Just as the two were laughing and crying, Zhuang Zhou, who was unconscious not far away, suddenly made a series of sounds.
"The Tao can be said, it is very Tao, the name can be named, it is very famous...!" Zhuang Zhou suddenly spoke.
"Zhou'er?" Father Zhuang, who was lying on the ground, exclaimed.
But he saw that Zhuang Zhou stood up, surrounded by black energy.
At this moment, Zhuang Zhou's whole body was filled with black air, and his eyes had turned pitch black, making him look like a devil. He was reciting sentences from the "Tao Te Ching" in his mouth, forming a moral air.
"Tao Te Ching? What's going on? The idea of Tao Te Ching should be moral purple energy. Why is your moral energy black? Black moral energy? How is that possible?" King Wen said in surprise.
"Tao gives birth to one, gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, three gives birth to all things, all things carry yin and hold yang, and the qi is in harmony...!" Zhuang Zhou said.
As he spoke, the black air behind him became stronger and stronger, rising into the sky and forming a suction force.
However, he saw that the plague poison in Zhuang's father's body seemed to be absorbed by Zhuang Zhou's black energy and flew into the black energy. Zhuang's father suddenly felt much better.
"Zhou'er?" Father Zhuang looked at his son in disbelief.
Zhuang Zhou's eyes were dark at this moment, and he seemed to be walking towards Lord Wen step by step with a sense of resentment. Every step carries a surge of yin energy.
Zhuang Zhou transformed Taoist thought into the power of the Great Dao. However, Zhuang Zhou's Taoist thought seemed to have become different from Laozi's Taoist thought because of the pure yin energy of the black butterfly that Zhuan Zhu gave.
Lao Tzu’s Taoist thoughts form the Purple Qi, an indescribably precious Purple Qi! Zhuang Zhou's Taoist thoughts formed the black energy, the evil and evil black energy!
As Zhuang Zhou walked step by step, Lord Wen felt a sense of fear in his heart for some unknown reason.
"Impossible, my plague is the most poisonous in the world. No one can neutralize it, not even you, nor can you!" Lord Plague shouted in disbelief.
When Zhuang Zhou came closer, he immediately used his sharp claws to inject countless plagues into Zhuang Zhou.
"Zhou'er, be careful!" Father Zhuang exclaimed.
However, at this moment, Zhuang Zhou seemed not to be afraid of the plague poison. The plague poison entered the black energy and turned into a part of the black energy, and was further purified into the most sinister and evil black energy.
Plague poison is the evil spirit!
The black energy on Zhuang Zhou's body was even more sinister and pure than the poison.
"Impossible, my various plague poisons have no effect on you, my poison, my poison!" Lord Plague exclaimed.
"The best thing is like water. Water benefits all things without fighting...!" Zhuang Zhou reached out and grabbed Lord Wen.
With a soft drink, Zhuang Zhou's moral blackness went straight towards King Wen.
Instinctively, Lord Wen felt the danger and his expression changed: "Poison is useless to you. I still have Taoist ideas. The best is like water. Water benefits all things without fighting...!"
A large amount of purple energy also emerged from King Wen's body and headed towards Zhuang Zhou's black energy.
"Bah!"
Lord Wen's purple energy was instantly corroded by Zhuang Zhou's black energy, making a harsh sound.
Not only that, as soon as the Supreme Good Water came out, the black energy on Zhuang Zhou's body poured into Lord Wen's body.
"Bah!"
There were bursts of harsh sounds coming from King Wen's body, and a large amount of corrosive poisonous gas emitted from King Wen's body.
"Poof!" Lord Wen spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Impossible, poison, your black energy is poisonous. It is stronger than my plague, a hundred times stronger? Impossible, I have cultivated the plague myself. I am immune to all poisons. I will not be poisoned. Impossible, no ~~~~~~~~~~~!" King Wen shouted in horror.
"Bah, bah~~~~~~~~~!"
They saw that King Wen's body, which had been fine just now, turned into a pool of blood and was completely corroded in the blink of an eye.
King Wen is good at poisoning, but eventually succumbs to it.
He uses poison to harm others, but eventually dies from poison.
Until his death, King Wen never thought that he would fall into the hands of a child. Before his death, his eyes were full of unwillingness, but now, only an empty robe is left.
"Zhou, Zhou'er?" Father Zhuang also looked at Zhuang Zhou in shock.
"The way of heaven is to benefit without harm! The way of the saint is to work without fighting!" Zhuang Zhou finally read.
After reading this last sentence, the black energy around Zhuang Zhou instantly dissipated. Zhuang Zhou fell to the ground and passed out.
"Zhou'er!" Father Zhuang rushed over immediately.
at the same time. spiritual world.
Wang Xiong finally tore the termite queen into pieces.
"Roar~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
Wang Xiong roared.
"Roar!"
Countless caterpillars also shouted in triumph.
ps; one more prediction, from New Year's Eve to the seventh day of the first lunar month, I will take eight days off to watch chess. Updates will be resumed on the eighth day of the first lunar month. Please forgive me!