"Whose voice is that?"
Fang Yun asked the question, but after asking, he suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "Of course it is the original text of The Analects. Zilu asked Confucius how to treat ghosts and gods, and Confucius asked in return, if people can't even treat people properly and can't practice the most basic morality, why should they consider treating ghosts and gods who are even farther away from people? Zilu then asked Confucius what happens after death, and Confucius said this sentence, 'If you don't know life, how can you know death?'"
While living in this world, there are still many truths that are closely related to ourselves and to life that we don’t understand. So why is it necessary to explore the truth about what happens after death
People walk on the path of life, not the path of death.
"Then why do I think about death?" Fang Yun asked himself in his heart.
"Oh, so you're worried that the manuscript will break."
"Then why would I worry about the shattering of the Wendan?"
"Because the literary talent is more and more covered in dust."
"Why is my literary talent becoming more and more covered in dust?"
"Because I lost myself, I couldn't tell what I had done wrong or what crime I had committed."
"So, when did the literary talent begin to be covered in dust?"
"When I'm worried about being distracted."
“Why worry about being distracted?”
"Because it's dangerous here, I have to be alert to any problems that may arise."
"In the Ancient God Tower, evil spirits and holy spirits are dangerous, monsters and ferocious creatures are dangerous, and the mummies in the treasure pavilion are dangerous. Why are my thoughts and ideas more dangerous than them? Do you think you are the most dangerous?"
Fang Yun thought of this and suddenly muttered to himself: "Yeah, why should I doubt that there is something wrong with me?"
“Why should I care whether the feeling is real or imaginary?”
“Why should I doubt myself when I have no solid evidence?”
Fang Yun's eyes gradually became clear.
Fang Yun walked down from the sky and stepped on the ground.
"This ground is hard."
Fang Yun looked forward.
"There is light and there is darkness."
Fang Yun looked at the walls, the ground and the roof again.
"It has shape and color."
Fang Yun's gaze became firm.
"Where I stand, all things are true!"
Fang Yun's voice seemed ordinary, but upon closer listening it was majestic and thought-provoking.
Taking the self as a reference, everything in the world is real, and this is an indisputable truth.
Since everything is real, there is no falsehood or illusion.
If you haven't even fully understood the truth, why should you care about those falsehoods and illusions
"What do I want? I want the holy way, to bring eternal peace to the world! Now that I know what I want, all kinds of distracting thoughts are just distracting thoughts. Distractions are neither things nor the way. If you look deeper, they are nothing but distracting thoughts piled up, layer upon layer. These distracting thoughts are not depression. If you have depression, you have literary talent above and medical books below, and you will definitely be able to cure it."
"The world is real, and I am good. Why do I have to deny myself and seek help from ghosts and gods?"
No matter whether it is good or bad, real or illusion, dangerous or safe, it cannot shake your heart, nor can it make your heart turbid.
"Don't force things, my heart will know."
Fang Yun smiled, his literary courage rang softly, his eyes were sparkling, his whole body was shining, illuminating the maze.
The literary talent was covered in dust and burned out in an instant.
Fang Yun could still feel a kind of ambiguous spiritual force influencing him, and he didn't know whether it was external or came from within.
Fang Yun smiled calmly, not caring at all.
Good is true, bad is also true.
Distractions are like uneven ground. Even if you cross it, they will still be there. There is no completely flat place in the world, because even the earth is uneven when viewed from a high altitude.
Life is short, so seek the sweetness of life instead of denying your own life.
"Baby, here I come!"
Fang Yun continued walking forward with a casual smile on his face.
Although the fog is thick, it cannot stop the body from moving forward!
The further Fang Yun moved forward, the more he felt the presence of that power, and the lighter his heart became, because after he figured out that "my heart is clear", his literary courage had improved significantly.
Those distracting thoughts are like the whetstone that tempers one’s literary talent.
Not long after, a demon king suddenly appeared at the corner ahead.
Fang Yun took a closer look and found out that it was the Bear Warrior Emperor. Before entering the Holy Burial Valley, he was a well-known Great Demon King of the Fifth Realm in the demon world. His strength was not extremely strong, but he liked to fight with various races and was quite famous.
The bear king saw Fang Yun at the same time and grinned, revealing a mouthful of fangs. Then it was stunned, because it saw that Fang Yun, who was only in the third realm, was not afraid or ran away. Instead, his eyes were shining and he rushed towards it with excitement on his face.
At this moment, Fang Yun did not look like a cautious human, but rather like a monster hunting for food.
"No, there's something fishy!"
The Bear Warrior King instinctively felt that something was wrong, and when he saw Fang Yun wearing a powerful tortoise armor combat body, he immediately slammed his four palms down on the ground and ran away.
Fang Yun was also stunned when he saw this scene. He thought to himself, this great emperor ran away when he saw him. Could it be that his literary reputation could be transformed into prestige? Or was it because it was injured and got a precious treasure and was afraid of being robbed
“Can’t let it go!”
Fang Yun had originally achieved enlightenment and wanted to test his skills. Now, he was excited to see the prey and sped up to catch up.
So, in the vast maze, a human figure less than ten feet tall was chasing a giant bear that was forty or fifty feet long and more than ten feet tall.
From behind, Fang Yun could only see the giant bear's huge hairy butt.
Emperor Xiong Yong was running while looking at Fang Yun, and found that Fang Yun was actually speeding up to catch up with him. He felt angry and depressed, and his rage gradually grew.
"Fang Yun, do you think this emperor is afraid of you?"
"Why aren't you afraid of running away?"
The Bear Warrior King was choked and speechless. He became more and more angry, and blood slowly gathered in his eyes, becoming redder and redder.
"Hand over the treasure and I will spare your life!"
Emperor Xiong's body trembled, and the blood color in his eyes disappeared by half. He was extremely panicked: "How did he know that I got a treasure? But I don't even know what the treasure is for. Should I give it to him?"
The Bear Warrior Emperor felt extremely humiliated, and the pride of the Demonic Emperor made it impossible for him to accept Fang Yun's conditions.
"How about I exchange the holy energy ball with you?" Fang Yun keenly sensed the changes in the Bear Warrior King's body. He didn't expect that his blind cat would catch a dead mouse and he actually guessed it right.
The Bear Warrior Emperor was so angry that his nose was crooked. The humans and the monsters were ready to fight to the death when they met in the Holy Burial Valley, but Fang Yun actually started to make a deal. This was the biggest humiliation for the monsters.
"Fang Yun, I am going to look for treasures and I don't want to bother with you. Don't be ungrateful! You are only in the third realm. I can kill you with one palm!"
"Then come here." Fang Yun said.
The rationality in the eyes of the Bear Warrior King was finally overwhelmed by anger and humiliation. He turned around abruptly, his body still retreating under the influence of inertia, his huge claws grabbing the ground and rubbing out conspicuous sparks.
"The emperor cannot be insulted!" The Bear Warrior King roared and pounced on Fang Yun.
Fang Yun was surprised. He didn't insult the Bear King, so why did it get so angry
Fang Yun had already summoned famous generals of war poems on the way, and after stopping, he immediately summoned tens of thousands of war poem soldiers. After the Bear Warrior Emperor approached, a flow appeared under his feet, and he covered the mask of the tortoise armor battle body.
For the flow, the weight of dozens of tons is as light as a feather.
Afterwards, Fang Yun summoned out two ordinary fifth-level spirit corpses.
"Fang Yun, you really have something to rely on. But do you think that a mere emperor's skeleton can stop me? Half-saint ancestor soul!"
The Bear Terracotta King roared, and a huge shadow of a giant bear appeared behind him. Then the giant bear entered its body, causing its momentum to rise steadily, as powerful as a semi-saint.