Chapter 1 After Obtaining Wang Yangming's Philosophy of Mind

After inheriting Wang Yangming's philosophy of mind, An Qisheng learned everything much faster.

His astonishing talent in the spiritual path was fully developed.

After entering the Jiufu Realm, whether it was Old Daoist Wang Quan's nameless boy skill, or the later Dragon-Tiger Pure Yang Qi, Soul-Seizing Great Art, and Heaven-One Spirit-Seizing Scripture, he learned them all quickly, with almost no hindrance.

The Great Firmament Revolving Wheel Dharma was naturally no exception.

Even, because of his countless dream experiences, his cultivation of this Great Firmament Revolving Wheel Dharma was much faster than other martial arts!

In just two months, he had already broken through the three realms of 'Seeing People,' 'Seeing Self,' and 'Seeing All Living Beings,' and entered the fourth realm of the Great Firmament Revolving Wheel Dharma, 'Seeing Heaven and Earth'!

Da~

An Qisheng tapped the table lightly with his finger.

Substantial ripples splashed where his fingertip met the tabletop, spreading out like concentric circles.

It was as if the space he was in had turned into water!

The ripples and sound waves echoed on this 'water surface.'

"This is..."

The old monk's prayer beads paused slightly in his palm.

He only felt that the figure of the old Taoist beyond his arm's reach suddenly grew taller and larger. No, the old Taoist did not change, but he himself was shrinking, becoming smaller and smaller.

He was actually pulled into the spiritual world?

The old monk's face twitched, and the prayer beads made of the relics of eminent monks were almost crushed in his hand.

Startled, the old monk suddenly stood up, and the prayer beads in his palm suddenly shone brightly.

Buzz~

It was like a small sun rising.

But even though the light shone everywhere and the infinite heat instantly pierced through the surroundings, the slowly rippling ripples continued to spread.

Even as the light and heat exploded, the diffusion became even more turbulent.

And the increasingly tall figure, an arm's length away from him, seemed to be in another spatial dimension, unaffected in the slightest.

"How is this possible!"

A look of shock appeared on the old monk's deeply wrinkled face.

The string of prayer beads in his palm was made from the relics left behind by generations of eminent monks of the Zhuanlun Temple. It was the foundation for him to further peek into the divine veins!

Similarly, it was also an important reliance for him to stimulate the spiritual world with his great achievement of Qi and Meridians.

It could magnify his 'spirit' several times and had an extremely powerful breaking effect on all mental exotic arts.

He had once used this treasure to receive a blow from the White Lotus Matriarch, the leader of the White Lotus Demon Sect, 'Vacuum Hometown.'

But at this moment, he couldn't break through the old Taoist's spiritual world?

This old Taoist really learned the Revolving Wheel Dharma, and, learned it even more profoundly than himself?

How is this possible?

In the flame-burning light, the old monk's shocked face was reflected.

"Don't even think about it!"

The surging tide in his heart was instantly suppressed by him. The old monk flicked his sleeves and sat down cross-legged. His eyes were tightly closed, and as he turned the prayer beads, he chanted Buddhist scriptures in the soft golden light.

Having cultivated the Revolving Wheel Dharma for decades, he knew even better the power of spiritual combat.

If he was not careful, his soul would be shattered, and he would be wiped out, unable to even enter the Buddha country of his teacher, King Zhuanlun.

"Is concentration useful?"

An Qisheng's eyes drooped, looking down at the old monk on the ground, who was as small as an ant.

Pa~

He slowly raised his hand and gently snapped his fingers.

Buzz~

Pure and vast spiritual power was like a tumultuous wave suddenly rising on the vast river, instantly extinguishing the spiritual world constructed by the old monk, and completely submerging it.

Since he began to cultivate the Great Firmament Revolving Wheel Dharma, he had been thinking about how to construct his own spiritual world.

In the past, the Great Demon constructed a sea of ​​blood and hell. Anyone who was dragged into it often had to endure thousands of cruel human tortures, using the most brutal punishments to break the enemy's spirit.

In order to achieve the effect of completely ravaging the enemy's spirit and soul.

But for him, who had lived two lives and experienced two eras of information explosion, this was too childish.

What is the point of doing just that?

If you want to kill someone, your fists and palms are enough. Killing someone, the destruction of the body is enough, so why bother with this Revolving Wheel Dharma?

Therefore, at the beginning of his cultivation, he had countless thoughts on how to maximize the effect of this Great Firmament Revolving Wheel Dharma.

After months of thinking, a prototype finally emerged.

The arrival of this old monk was just right, just in time to experiment.

Whoosh~

As the rolling tide of spiritual power submerged everything, the old monk opened his 'eyes' in horror.

He was forcibly pulled out of his concentrated state.

Amidst the shock in his heart, he suddenly realized that he was standing on a square as white as jade.

And at an infinite height, two eyes like the sun and the moon were drooping down:

"Welcome to...

My world!"

Boom!

Like a heavenly sound roaring, the old monk only felt a violent tremor in his heart, vaguely unaware of where he was.

The next moment, his spirit was completely submerged.

When he opened his eyes again.

What he saw was an old house with mottled walls and a rough face with a surprised look.

Who am I?

Where is this?

Who are they?

"This child is a bit ugly..."

"Newborn babies are all wrinkled like this."

"It will be better when they grow up..."

Voices he had never heard before, but naturally understood, rang in his ears.

He struggled to turn his neck to look. It was a woman leaning on the bed, with a tired and loving face.

"D郎 is looking at me!"

The woman smiled weakly and looked at the man:

"Wu Lang, you haven't named the child yet."

"I don't know many characters, how can I name him? I'll wait until I save some money and ask a teacher to name him."

The man hesitated for a moment and then said:

"For now, let's call him Da Lang first, Wu Da Lang..."

'Wu Da Lang...'

His spirit felt a little sleepy, and he fell into a deep sleep.

........

What can break the spirit is not necessarily only pain, but also many other methods.

In a dimly lit soul, under the water-like brilliance of the Dao-One Diagram.

An Qisheng slowly flipped through a white jade scroll in his hand. As his thoughts moved, the images in the scroll continued to change.

With his current spiritual realm, it was not enough to outline a perfect world.

In fact, even the former Great Firmament Demon was not enough to outline a complete world.

The Great Firmament Demon also knew this, so he only outlined a sea of ​​blood and hell, using torture to simply and brutally torment the enemy's mind and spirit.

If the enemy collapsed, he would take advantage of the situation to rewrite their soul and tamper with their memory.

And even if the enemy survived, they would inevitably suffer an indelible blow.

Because spiritual confrontation itself is a loss of 'spirit'. After being severely injured, it is naturally easy to kill them.

But precisely because it was too singular, it was easy to suffer a big loss when encountering someone who really didn't take pain to heart and had an extremely firm will.

This was also the reason why he was beheaded by the Dragon Sparrow Saber Master.

With such a lesson in front of him, An Qisheng had more considerations for his own spiritual world. He was not able to outline a complete spiritual world at this time, and he did not want to outline a place of punishment with no potential like the Great Firmament Demon.

Then it was very simple, first outline a corner, see the big from the small, and have a place to improve step by step.

"This old monk's mind is indeed firm, and his spirit is also rarely pure, at least he can support it for a longer time..."

An Qisheng looked at the scroll carefully.

With his current spirit, it was naturally easy to defeat the old monk in one fell swoop, but such simple and brutal methods would be too wasteful for such a valuable test subject.

With the old monk's spiritual power, it was enough to persist for a long time.

However, An Qisheng was not in a hurry. Having lived two lives, he did not lack 'stories.'

But this, was not urgent.

The mutual spiritual crushing and sharpening itself also has great benefits for one's own spirit.

It was a pity that even if he didn't want to easily obliterate the old monk's spirit, even if he did nothing in his spiritual world, his spirit would be worn away.

He had his body as a basis, and rolling essence and energy could be supplemented.

The old monk, whose connection between body and spirit was cut off by him, could only become weaker and weaker, until he was completely wiped out.

Hoo~

On the light-shining official road, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

Before the official road, it was empty. Where were the teahouse guests, horses, and goods?

There was only an old monk standing in the middle of the official road with his hands clasped together.

Everything was an illusion.

"Spiritual duels are much more dangerous than frontal fights."

An Qisheng slowly exhaled a turbid breath.

He had discovered this old monk when he first appeared. At that time, he was still a mile away, but now, he was only ten feet away from him.

And the spiritual duel between the two seemed slow, but in fact it was only a few flicks of the finger.

If one was to be affected by the spirit in a head-on battle, a moment of distraction would be a matter of life and death.

However, his 'spirit' was stronger than that of the old monk, and he still retained 30% of his strength in the duel. Even if the old monk had not been enveloped by his spiritual world, he would not be able to hurt him.

But if he had encountered this old monk a few months ago, when his five internal organs and meridians had not yet been condensed, then it would have really been unknown who would have won.

The old monk stood on the official road with his hands clasped together. The breeze blew his monk's robe, as if nothing was different.

But in his deep eye sockets, a pair of eyes were a void, losing all color.

"You have the courage to show off even though you've learned the Revolving Wheel Dharma so poorly."

An Qisheng muttered to himself, and took the string of relic prayer beads from his hand.

The monks of the Zhuanlun Temple were known for having nothing of value on them. This old monk was even more so. Apart from this string of prayer beads, only his kasaya was worth a little money.

"What a good prototype of a divine weapon, but unfortunately it is not suitable for me."

An Qisheng put away the prayer beads, strode past the old monk, and walked towards the distance against the breeze.

Hoo~

Behind him, a wisp of fire scurried on the kasaya like a snake, and then engulfed the old monk in it.

Under the light and shadow, a blazing torch burned on the official road.

Until it turned to ashes.