Land Reclamation Stops

The eternal supreme Hu Fan, who once overthrew the heavens and controlled all realms, was shackled by eternal shackles to seal his cultivation, and fell into the mortal world in Buzhu Village. In the past, he commanded thousands of realms and killed invincibly. Now he lives in a hut in the mountains with only his grandfather by his side. In the sea of ​​consciousness, only his spiritual pet Xiaobai is left with him. Monks all over the world are pursuing spiritual hard work and secret realm opportunities, trying their best to escape from the shackles of the mortal world in order to seek immortality. Hu Fan just went against the grain and took the initiative to put down his supernatural power, lose his supreme edge, and choose the path of refining his heart in the mortal world. When the heavy snow falls on the mountain, he steps into the snow and digs bamboo shoots in the sea of ​​bamboo; when he sits quietly at dawn, he blends into the winter world and understands the rhythm of the four seasons; when cooking dinner at dusk, he watches the firewood on the stove and appreciates the fireworks of the world. There is no need to control the air to travel, no need to use gods to detect winter bamboo shoots, no need to cultivate to resist the severe cold, just cultivate the mountains and fields as a mortal, feel the warmth and cold, and take root in the soil inch by inch on the foundation of the road that has been suspended for eternity. He watched the bitter bamboo bending and unyielding in the wind and snow, and realized how to combine hardness and softness; he listened to his grandfather's daily chat about fireworks and made up for the warmth and original heart that had been missing in the years of killing. While others practice hard in order to achieve a dramatic increase in their realm, he works, meditates, observes the four seasons, and tastes three meals. In ordinary daily life, he wears away his arrogance and anger and perfects his incomplete Taoist heart. The wood spirit chalcedony nourishes the soul with the vitality of the bamboo sea. The warmth of ancestors and grandchildren melts away the eternal thoughts of murder. It hides in winter and accumulates strength, waiting for the spring thunder. The eternal seal has not been loosened even a little bit, and the power of cultivation is still sleeping in the sea of ​​consciousness. But Hu Fan has long been pessimistic about whether the lockdown will be lifted. Realm cultivation is an external force, and the perfection of the original mind is the foundation of the great road. The Nine Heavens Immortal Way is certainly a smooth path for practice, and the smoke and fire of the mortal world are also the source of enlightenment.