The so-called experience is a process of searching.

The little ants in the past were as simple as a piece of white paper. In order to find the meaning of existence, they were ignorant and fearless and fearless.

After many storms, the little ant already knows how to think and knows that if you want to practice, you must first "apprentice to a teacher".

If you want to "apprentice to a disciple", you must first find a master who is willing to teach you.

So the little ant began to find a master.

But it never thought that who would take an ant as a disciple in this world?

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Looking for a teacher.

Sleeping in the wind and sleeping in the open, starry and moon, in the vast ancient times, a little ant moved forward persistently and never retreated.

On this day, the little ant struggled to climb over a rocky land filled with wind and snow, and was almost swept away by the wind and snow several times.

Finally, when it lay down on the stems and leaves of a purple hyacinth plant to shelter the wind, it could no longer help but fall asleep.

The little ant had a dream.

In the dream, it heard a voice calling it all the time - "How can you fall down before you reach the distance? Get up! You can't sleep anymore, otherwise you will never become as brilliant as a meteor..."

meteor?

In the confusion of consciousness, the little ant had no idea where he came from, and suddenly woke up from his sleep. It glanced around in a daze, took a deep breath, and took another step of exhaustion and crawled forward little by little.

Behind it, a purple hyacinth swayed in the wind and snow. It quietly watched the little ant leave step by step, making a murmur like a blessing: "The humble, move forward with perseverance. Even if you die, you will die in pursuit. This is already a miracle."

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Taihua Mountain.

The mountain is ninety thousand feet high, majestic and majestic.

On the top of Taihua Mountain, there is a green peach tree standing tall, swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon, eating the energy of clouds and clouds all year round, and experiencing the four heavenly tribulations of wind, fire, and thunder seeds, but never dies. Finally, it becomes enlightened and becomes a Taoist immortal spirit, and is named "Qingxiaozi".

Qingxiaozi successfully attained enlightenment, imitated the sages of the heavens, opened up the altar of Taoism with his own strength, and taught the scriptures and teachings to the creatures in Mount Taihua.

After thousands of years of hard work, Qingxiaozi's name has spread all over the surrounding Taihua Mountain and is regarded as a master by many creatures.

On this day, the sunset was steaming and the sea of ​​clouds was magnificent.

Qingxiaozi was wearing a green robe and sat upright above the Taoist altar. His eyes glanced at the sentient beings who sat cross-legged around the Taoist altar, and immediately began to teach Taoism.

"The so-called Tao can all be obtained by sentient beings, but if the great Tao is lacking, and those who have no Tao roots, no wisdom, no spirituality cannot realize the wonderful truth of Tao."

Qingxiaozi's voice was heard all over the temple, "It's like this summer insect, born in the heat of heat and died in the heat of heat. I don't know what ice and snow are in this life. The so-called summer insects cannot speak of ice. This is the same for practicing and enlightenment. People with no roots, wisdom, and spirituality are like this summer insect."

Hearing this, many creatures were thinking, but only a small ant shaking its tentacles, which was very puzzled.

What a person Qingxiaozi is? Not to mention a tiny ant, he could see it clearly at first glance.

He smiled and reached out and picked up the little ant, pinched the fingers and said to a sentient being: "Look, this ant is the most humble and insignificant person in the world. Now he comes to listen to my teachings and teachings. Although this heart is worthy of praise, it is a pity that it has no roots in the Tao, no wisdom, and even its spirituality is extremely slow and mediocre, just like the summer insect, destined to have no fate with the Tao in this life."

As he said that, he gently flicked his fingertips, and the little ant flew out immediately, was thrown into the clouds from a distance, and was swept away by a strong wind.

At this moment, the little ant was indescribable anger and disappointment.

It originally thought that Qingxiaozi on Mount Taihua was a master of enlightenment, so he went through many hardships and traveled for many days and nights before finally reaching the top of Mount Taihua.

Who would have thought that it did not find a preacher, but was ruthlessly humiliated by Qingxiaozi in front of a sentient being. He did not even give it a chance to refute it, so he bounced it out of the temple with one finger and drove it out of Taihua Mountain!

Perhaps, Qingxiaozi didn't think there was anything wrong with hurting an ant, or perhaps, he never cared about an ant in his heart from beginning to end.

But his behavior and words are undoubtedly a ruthless trampling and blow to the little ant!

The mountain wind whistles and whimpers.

I could vaguely hear a burst of laughter coming from the Taoist altar in the distance.

Are they all laughing at themselves for overestimating themselves?

The little ant felt cold all over, and felt an incomparable loneliness and anger from the inside out.

It gritted its teeth and said to itself: "One day, we must tell those guys who have ignored and humiliated themselves who are the poor Summer Worm!"

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After leaving Taihua Mountain, the little ant moved forward again.

From the moment he left the ant nest, it was suffering a lot of doubts and ridicule along the way. Although Qingxiaozi's words and behaviors were abominable, they would not discourage the little ant. If it wants to become an existence that is more brilliant than a meteor, how could it be defeated by this little harm?

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"Little ants dare to seek a path to practice? If you have not thought that you are not easy, you must erase you in a flash and leave quickly. Don't blaspheme your Taoist priest!"

"You go, although it means that all sentient beings are spiritual, your qualifications are too mediocre and stupid, and you are not suitable for practicing Taoism."

"Hahaha, little ant, who also learns to practice and ask questions, is really ridiculous."

"Hmph! If you accept you as your disciple, your disciple will make you laugh at me. You can leave quickly, this path will have no chance to be with you."

What the little ant never expected was that in the years after leaving Taihua Mountain, he became a disciple again and again, but every time he was ruthlessly rejected, and suffered countless rolling eyes and sneers, and even more so many times he was disappointed and painful.

One blow may not make the little ant despair, but when the number of times is too many, even the little ant itself begins to doubt itself.

Could it be...I really can't practice?

Why is this?

These doubts are like sharp blades, ruthlessly stinging and tortureing the little ant, making it almost full of thoughts.

This world is so big, isn’t there any way to seek a cradle?

The little ant who is helpless, disappointed and painful is like losing his soul, walking in the vast world in a daze.

Without comfort or encouragement, no one will pay attention to the pain and confusion in an ant's heart.

This is the situation of the humble, just an ant, who will pay attention to its joy and anger?

Until later, the little ant even began to give up on itself, unable to find its target, nor could it see it becoming a brilliant meteor, it suddenly wanted to die like this, at least it did not have to bear the pain and unwillingness in its heart.

There is nothing greater than the death of the heart.

It was then that the little ant, who was on the verge of collapse, met a person.

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That day, it was raining heavily and thunder and clouds were covered with thunder and clouds.

The little ant was soaked in the cold rainstorm and was drifting uncontrollably on the ground. The fatigue and pain all over the body seemed to explode at that moment, allowing the little ant to smell the smell of death for the first time.

It even knew clearly that it was destined to die this time, but it was no longer willing to struggle, and its heart was silent and waiting quietly.

At that moment, a cold and endless voice filled with contempt sounded in the thunderstorm: "What a shitty sage, even if you transcend the five elements and have the supreme means of heaven, but as long as you ignore the nature and spirit of sentient beings, trample on the fairness of order, and distort black and white without distinguishing between good and evil, you will have to endure the judgment of reincarnation!"

The sound was so resolute and so sonorous, like the roar of the nine dragons, stimulating the world.

The originally silent heart of the little ant felt a trace of trembling. It couldn't help but open its eyes and saw a shocking picture that it would never forget for the rest of its life.

A huge figure stood in the void, as if it was supporting the backbone of the sky, with an indescribable look of scruples, as if as long as he was willing, the heaven and earth could not stop him, and the great way could only bow down and surrender!

And opposite this majestic figure are the gods in the sky!

The golden light was as bright as rain, and the sound of Tao was roaring. The gods in the sky seemed to have walked out of the legend, not like the world could possess. Each one was so majestic and so terrifying.

Compared with them, the little ant suddenly realized that many of the masters whom he had met before were so unbearable and so dim.

Characters like Qingxiaozi cannot even gain a foothold in this situation!

In the days that followed, the little ant finally realized that the majestic man that appeared that day turned out to be the third emperor of the Netherworld who was in charge of the power of reincarnation.

The gods of the heavens that appeared that day were the culprits in suppressing the third person, Emperor Netherworld!

When that shocking showdown broke out, the little ant could no longer see anything or hear any sound. The extremely terrifying power came, making it once suspected that it would die in the impact of this shocking showdown.

But until the stunning showdown that lasted for seven days and seven nights ended, the little ant realized that he was not dead.

"I didn't expect that an ant would see me off before I died. Little guy, live well. If there is an opportunity for reincarnation in the future, I will drink with you and stop drunk."

A sound full of freedom sounded in my heart. The little ant was stunned and looked up, but only saw a bloody world like ruins.

Although this sentence is not strong wine, it is even stronger than strong wine. It makes the little ant's blood burn, and there is an indescribable surging and high spirit in my heart.

For the first time in life, the little ant was invited by a legendary and majestic figure to drink a drink together! Even if this invitation is probably difficult to achieve in the future, but... the little ant remembers it and will never forget it for the rest of his life.

Live well!

Not only should you live well, but you should also live more brilliantly than a meteor!

The little ant stood in the ruins, looking at the blood color dyed in the void, and felt unprecedented firmness in his heart.

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However, passion can never solve reality.

The little ant who returned to reality has once again embarked on a slim and uncertain road ahead, walking alone in the bumpy and bumpy situations.

Cold eyes and ridicule, crack down on humiliation and trampling... For the small and humble little ant, the road to seeking and asking for trouble is always full of ruggedness and twists and turns.

But it will no longer be beaten, and its heart is already unprecedentedly firm and strong.
To be continued...