Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 83 The Confucian scholar asked, are there immortals in the world?

A tall plum tree appeared on the riverside out of thin air, and each plum blossom slowly spread in the wind, dotting the place.

See this scene.

Wu Huasheng suddenly sat up from the Grand Master's chair, changed his previous gentle demeanor, and strode towards the blooming winter plum.

He stretched out his fingers and groped carefully, feeling the rough texture of the winter plum and smelling the aroma of the winter plum. His whole body trembled with excitement and he murmured to himself:

"Painting is not painting, painting is the transformation of painting, which is not painting."

Ruoxing's eyes suddenly flashed with eager light, and she raised her head suddenly, searching for something in the noisy crowd. Then she bowed her hands to the noisy crowd and shouted:

"Sir, please stay!"

"Junior wants to meet sir!"

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There was a large crowd just now, but someone must have embellished one of them, and this astonishing scene happened just now.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Huasheng abandoned a bunch of guests and chased after him. The remaining guests who were watching had not yet recovered from the shock:

"Could this be done by Wu Huasheng?"

"Is there anyone else here? It must be the painting saint!"

"I don't think so. If you don't see the painting saint looking lost, he must be someone else."

"Hiss—could this be the legendary realm of Danqing?"

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Everyone speculated.

After all, the picture scroll disappeared out of thin air and turned into a cold plum tree. Apart from the legendary realm of Danqing, the only thing left was the immortal method.

After all, this place is a mirage. Even if there are any weird things, they are all expected.

Even though everyone was shocked, they could not personally feel the shock in Wu Huasheng's heart.

When the Confucian scholar sitting at the tea stall not far away saw this scene, he seemed to suddenly have some enlightenment in his heart.

He saw everything that happened just now clearly.

He saw with his own eyes that Mr. Hu Qiu and his wife and children were happily enjoying themselves. With a tap of the gold pen in his hand, the cold plum blossom emerged from the painting.

Such magic.

'Human Immortal.'

"Will this happen too?"

Enter the world, marry a wife, and play in the mortal world with your children.

This is far away from the teachings of Buddhism and Taoism: "Be born out of the world" and "purify the six roots". Only by cutting off worldly love can one become an immortal and become a Buddha.

He seemed to suddenly have an epiphany in his heart. All the troubles he had faced along the way were solved after meeting Mr. Fox Qiu. He murmured to himself:

‘The so-called lofty realm of attaining enlightenment, becoming an immortal and becoming a Buddha, as claimed by both Buddhism and Taoism, actually lacks the foundation of human nature and is definitely not the realm of a saint that I pursue. ’

‘The thought of love is born in childhood. If you can get rid of this thought, it will destroy your caste! ’

Then, he bowed deeply to Mr. Foxqiu who disappeared among the crowd, and held the scroll in his hand tightly.

Combined with the essence of Confucianism that he had summarized in his heart during this period, at this moment, he only felt that the living heart in his chest was full of indescribable and awe-inspiring meaning:

"The root of everything is the heart."

"Heart is reason."

After burning the incense, Wu Painting Sage returned to the plum blossom with a lonely look on his face. He sat on the recliner in a daze, staring blankly at the cold plum tree that came out of his painting.

He pursued a journey of painting for a period of time, and traveled to almost every beautiful place in the Zhou Dynasty. His technique became more and more proficient, and he was worthy of being called the 'Sage of Painting' in this world.

However, he was still not able to comprehend the realm he was looking for in his heart. However, he never thought that it was a fabrication in the book. Painting was by no means just painting, painting also had a way. He wanted to exhaust what he had learned throughout his life and open up a path for future generations. The road that belongs to painting

The crowd around him gradually dispersed, and after a long time, until the sun set in the sky and a bright moon rose on the sea, Wu Dao stood quietly in front of the cold plum tree, silently looking at everything in front of him.

"Sir, since you don't want to see me, what do you mean, sir?"

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At this time, the Confucian scholar holding a book slowly walked behind Wu Huasheng, looked at the stars in the sky reflected on the river, and said lightly:

"Junior brother, you are obsessed with it."

The Painting Saint's pupils shrank instantly, and these brief words instantly pulled him out of his confusion.

He took a breath, slowly turned back, looked at the elegant middle-aged man in front of him, and was stunned:

"Senior Brother Wang, long time no see."

The Confucian scholar surnamed Wang took a deep look at Wu Huasheng, then put the scroll in his hand in the basket behind him, stood with him, and looked at the stars here.

A winter plum tree is motionless in the wind, but the more than eighty petals of the plum blossom are all light ink, and only one petal is azure, which seems to record the current weather.

After being silent for a long time, Wu Huasheng bowed to Wang Ru and showed gratitude:

"Thank you, senior brother, for waking up. Junior brother did sink a little deep for a moment."

The Confucian scholar in front of him is named Wang Yun, and he is Wu Dao's fellow disciple.

After entering Confucianism at the age of eighteen, he changed his lively personality and wrote down the seven characters "A saint must be learned to become a saint" and seriously pursued becoming a saint.

It is a pity that thirty years ago, he was obsessed with Buddhism and yearned for the Buddhist and Taoist concepts of "leaving the world and being reborn". However, the concepts of Buddhism and Taoism were contrary to the Confucian concept of "joining the world". In pursuit of becoming a saint, he left behind After writing a letter, he left and found a strange mountain to live in seclusion.

Wu Dao was really surprised to meet on this mirage this time.

The next moment, Wu Dao suddenly thought of something and said in surprise:

"Senior brother, during this trip down the mountain, could it be that he has figured it out?"

What Confucianism has always pursued is to "become a member of the world and serve the world". Since Senior Brother Wang Yun can appear here, I guess he must have had some understanding and got out of the inner demon of "leaving the world and emerging from the world".

Wang Yun nodded, took a long breath, and slowly said:

"Just now, I saw the immortals traveling around the world. Although they didn't point out anything to me, they demonstrated it themselves. I just felt that my chest was vast and I had an epiphany!"

"I feel that this epiphany still needs to be sorted out. If my heart is clear, it will be enough to lead my Confucianism to a world-beating road -"

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Wu Dao looked at Senior Brother Wang Yun in front of him with a blank expression, and then said excitedly:

"Human Immortal? Did you just see the Human Immortal?"

Wang Yun nodded lightly, but was far less excited than Wu Dao:

"Junior brother's picture scroll Hanmei is the human immortal playing in the world of mortals, doing it casually."

Hearing this, Wu Dao looked a little lonely, shook his head, and smiled to himself:

"Is it a fairy? Is it just a game of mortals?"

"As expected, it seems I've thought too much."

Wang Yun reached out, patted his shoulder, shook his head calmly, and said:

"No, there must be a reason for what the Immortal does. Perhaps that Immortal used this to enlighten you. Even though I was watching, I gained a lot."

Wu Dao looked at Wang Yun with confusion:

"What exactly did senior brother realize?"

Wang Yun sat down, and there was no more noise and a bit more silence.

Then he sorted out the words in his mind, thought about it, and said softly: "In order to become a saint, I have been obsessed with 'Buddha' for thirty years. The more I study this way, the more profound it becomes." It suits my heart, but I always have the thought of filial piety in my heart, so I am hesitant and have a doubt."

"Buddhism claims that there is no attachment. Buddha is afraid that father and son will be tired. If he escapes father and son, he is afraid that king and minister will be tired. If he escapes king and minister, he is afraid that couple will be tired. If he escapes husband and wife, it is all for the sake of king and minister. Father and son. When husband and wife are attached to the appearance, they must escape."

"My heart is concerned about my parents. In the Buddha's opinion, it is because I have not seen clearly the essence of the relationship between father and son. I am confused by superficial phenomena. I am obsessed with it. Only by giving up these can I become a Buddha."

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Wu Dao looked at him blankly. A Buddha can become a Buddha without seeing his appearance. This concept has long been ingrained in the hearts of the world, but he didn't know what Senior Brother Wang Yun meant.

But I never thought that as soon as Senior Brother Wang Yun changed his words, there was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly:

"Because of the confusion in my heart, I went down the mountain to seek answers and became a secular bystander. Along the way, I gained some insights and gains in my heart, but in the end, there was no confirmation of what I thought. After all, there are no immortals in this world."

"——But I just saw the human immortal, taking his wife and daughter, blending into the world of mortals here, no different from ordinary people."

"Junior Brother Wu, do you know what this means?"

Wu Dao shook his head, not knowing in his heart.

Wang Yun let out a long sigh, then looked at Wu Dao seriously and said:

"This means that whether it is Buddhism or Taoism, the root of becoming an immortal and becoming a Buddha, leaving behind all love in the world, is by no means the only one! In my opinion, it is even too extreme!!"

"I am a Confucian who has nothing to do with my appearance!"

"Following what is in your heart is the foundation of human beings."

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Wu Dao's eyes widened instantly and he took a deep breath.

"hiss--"

If Senior Brother Wang Yun's words were heard by Buddhism and Taoism, he would definitely be scolded. These remarks subvert the foundation of these two Taoisms and are treasonous.

Everyone knows that whether you want to become an immortal or a Buddha, the most fundamental thing is to give up the desires in your heart, give up all the mortal world, and finally become an immortal. However, what Senior Brother Wang Yun said is equivalent to overturning everything they said. !

Wang Yun ignored Wu Dao's shocked look, just looked at the galaxy and said to himself:

"Human love and affection sprout from childhood, and they are the nature given to people by the way of heaven."

"If a person abandons love, it means he has lost his humanity and his foundation as a human being!"

"Even if I rely on this to become a saint, it is definitely not my pursuit."

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Wu Dao swallowed his saliva and looked at Senior Brother Wang Yun with disbelief in his pupils.

He knew in his heart that if Wang Yun's theory exploded in Shangjing, it would be like a ground-breaking shock.

Whether it can lead Confucianism to glory again is not known, but Buddhism will definitely explode.

He looked at Wang Yun and asked tentatively:

"Then what's your plan, senior brother?"

Wang Yun raised the book in his hand and looked at him seriously:

“I wanted to continue traveling and gain insights, but now I have changed my mind.”

"what?"

"I'm going to Beijing!"

"Going to Beijing?"

"Junior Brother Wu, have you ever heard what the Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty said that on the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, there will be an immortal preaching at Bulxian Mountain?"

"Know."

"Before, I scoffed at this. The more I studied the truth of Buddhism, the more impossible I found it. Even if there were immortals in the world, how could such immortals be willing to join the world? But now I have changed my mind."

Wang Yun took a deep breath and suppressed the awe-inspiring feeling in his chest. He, who was nearly sixty years old, was actually flushed and hot at the moment:

"The three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are in ruins. Buddhism and Taoism in the Central Plains look prosperous, but in fact they are all fakes wearing cassocks and Taoist robes. Just like Confucianism today, everyone in the world is a scholar, but there are only a few real scholars in the world!!"

"I'm going to Beijing to hear Mr. preach!"

"The immortal in Buxian Mountain is most likely not a Taoist, but a certain sage from our Confucian sect! A saint who has entered the world! Only our Confucian sect can say such heroic words as 'all living beings in the world can be taught without distinction'." !”

"Just like your paintings, Junior Brother Wu, I will lead Confucianism to create another avenue."

"The great road for scholars in the world!!"

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Wu Huasheng stared blankly at the senior brother in front of him, and was also infected by his great ambition.

Will it create another avenue for scholars all over the world? What a lofty ideal?

But what about yourself?

Don't you, like your senior brother, want to open up a road for future generations?

Wang Yun's direct expression of his feelings made Wu Dao feel very proud and his eyes were shining brightly. He put his arm on Wang Yun's shoulder and looked at the mountains and sea with him, shouting loudly:

"Going to Beijing! I'm going too!"

"I also want to open up a road to painting for future generations! I am worthy of the name of this painting saint!"

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Lu Chenran, who had returned to the elegant boudoir, suddenly sneezed twice.

He wiped his nose and felt a little confused. He rarely sneezed like this suddenly as he cultivated along the way.

Then he shook his head and didn't think about it. He walked directly to the scroll on the table and touched the brush:

"Sir, do you still need some advice from me?"

Yue Fu blinked at the side.

"Thank you, senior. Lu wants to practice by himself."

"Then I won't bother you sir anymore."

After that, he closed the door and took Xiao An out.

He was the only one left in the wing.

Lu Chenran silently looked at the dim oil lamp and the dim side room.

He had a sudden idea, pondered for a while, plucked out a long strand of hair, and imagined it into a golden pen.

Covered in ink, I closed my eyes and thought for a while before waving my hand to draw on the paper.

One hook, one pick.

The water halo lightly dyes this picture.

[Fantasy painting skills]

As the spell was cast, the next moment, I felt that the souls of heaven and earth were closely connected with the scroll.

Immediately afterwards, a flash of light shone brightly here!

It is different from the dim yellow of an oil lamp, and also different from the dim red of a candle flame.

Just completely bright! Thorough light!

Lu Chenran raised his head and stared blankly at the bright wing. He took a deep breath and suppressed the surprise in his heart.

This sum.

It painted a ray of light into the dark wing.

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(End of this chapter)