Sword Philosophy

The Palace Without Gods

Yan Ri woke up on the river bank. It turned out that deep underground there was a flowing river, filling the tunnel that was heading somewhere. Because it felt stranded after flowing out of nowhere, making Yan Ri did not know where to go. If it headed upstream, the faint faint of his memory felt that the exit there had been sealed during the explosion. So the choice is to flow following the river path, hoping at the end there is an exit, only then start looking for a position to determine the direction of the way home.

Before deciding to walk, Yan Ri made a small campfire from the rest of the trees or pottery dry tendrils, just to dry the body and help cook some shrimp and river fish caught.

After finishing, I decided to go back down the tunnel. Although the atmosphere is rather dark and dim, at least with the torch from the rest of the campfire made earlier, it is quite helpful to walk.

When walking arrived, Yan Ri's hair was goosebumps. In the upper corner of the dark cave wall was a human shadow-like figure attached to the wall. His eyes were reddened, and despite the dark atmosphere the shadow body was emitting an aura \(or the original language aurora \-writer\) that was deep green. At the same time radiating air that makes breathing heavy. Let alone stepping, even harder.

" Sir.... , I apologize, I am lost here, and just to pass by to find a way out, not at all to disturb the master or mean bad, he said, if you are pleased, please let me pass..... " .Yan Ri said respectfully.

As soon as the figure descended from the dark place and was seen through the torchlight, Yan Ri saw that the interlocutor was no more like her. Humans too, dressed in tangles for never buying clothes in the market, were trapped in this cave for years. But even though the form of an old man in a dull clothes tattered camping, it did not cross Yan Ri's head to underestimate anyone now who was in front of him. Because there have been many examples, cases in the martial world about high-level warriors who are actually knocked down by those who look less convincing. Moreover, the nature of Yan Ri does prefer to find a safe way to achieve the goal. If warriors who had high Ego, could be able to instantly slash without thinking about the possibility of them having high science, at least their abilities were tested for living many years at the bottom of the earth like this.

" we.. body... we .. soul.... because..... " .Grandpa was just raving indistinctly.

" Oh yeah... Our bodies exist because we have souls... Haaaa haaa haaaa " .the grandfather actually jumped backwards, continued to jump here and there until it disappeared no longer visible.

Yan Ri was pensive, that sentence was in harmony with the cultivating flow of her soul art book. It's just like from a different source. More like the Buddhist School in enlightenment from Hinayana to Mahayana. The illusion that is part of absolute consciousness. That is why many monks chant mantras: "the content is empty, the empty is the content, everything starts from the heart, if there is a Buddhist consciousness in the heart, then all is no longer important.... " .This is the basis of the art of creating the reality of the animating form.

So for example, if someone is hypnotized as if he has a wound, or hypnotized his hand is broken, then his awareness will create the fact that his hand is completely severed. Even at a higher level, a high level soul art cultivator, was able to turn a pomegranate tree into gold, or even sand into gold.

But throughout history, no bright light has ever reached that level. Unless an elder from the palace Without a God \(or precisely because the power of an elder was already equivalent to a god, it means there is one god dong ya, yes the elder. he he he he \- authors\) .Shivering Yan Ri if given the possibility that grandfather was the elder in question. Fortunately, it was still polite, if cursed to be a frog or tadpole, it was over.

But if an elder of the Godless Palace who was so famous could become like that, making Yan Ri think there is no true science is perfect. And the answer to why the elder had become like this, was answered when Yan Ri saw a wedding invitation paper. It seems very old. And the scratches on the wall whose name is the same as on the invitation paper make Yan Ri shudder, it turns out that love clapping one hand can make a magical figure as a general teenager who is heartbroken.