ask the mirror

Chapter 88 Mad Song

"Do you think this is easy? The Dao of Longevity can be stolen, and the thief can take it. The word 'take' is the most difficult thing on the road to longevity. The problems you encounter during your practice are not only this The beauty of jewelry and radiance, thousands of practice methods, thousands of panacea 'medicines', and thousands of human relationships, which one do you take and which one will you give up? If you take it, can you really live forever? If you give it up, in the future Do you really not regret it?"

Yu Ci's smile restrained, this was no longer a matter of ideals and practice, but was led back to the theory of fish and dragon by the old way.

"People must focus on this principle in their practice: people are born between heaven and earth, never to isolate themselves. I don't know how to reach the peak of practice, but on the way of practice, people communicate with each other and help each other. For those who help each other, there are those who are strangers, and those who are inseparable; between people and things, there is also inductive communication, some are inseparable, some are dispensable, and some are disgusting to see; as for between people and heaven and earth, What is the harmony between man and nature and the sympathy between man and nature are clearly written in the classics.

"Although such a connection is complicated, it is the right way to choose and give up. If you don't understand the truth inside, you don't understand that 'external objects' are also the foundation of practice. Going to the mountains alone to practice Zen is a beautiful name" Death pass' is actually just a dead word!"

Yu Ci bowed his head and responded, "I would like to be taught!"

But soon, he raised his head again, grinning wryly: "It's just that the truth sounds complicated, difficult, and... ruthless."

At this time, he thought of a friend he had met recently.According to the theory of the old way, in the pursuit of the Dao, if necessary, Ye Tu can give up, Baoguang can give up, Xiao Jiu can give up, and other old Taoists can give up too!

do you mean this?

The old Taoist expression is long, seems to be in a daze, and he strokes his beard and smiles: "It's not a person who has experienced wind and rain in the world, and can't say the word 'ruthless', which is very good. But you must know that the Dao is ruthless Guan... But 'even if it is ruthless, it is touching'!

After talking and laughing, laughing and singing, clapping the cup:

"The road to immortality is long and immortality is difficult. Immortal life is difficult and it is difficult to pass through calamity. Difficult calamity is the pass of life and death, and the pass of life and death is not difficult to die."

In the small pavilion of plum snow, the old Taoist with white eyebrows cleared his throat and sang, the sound shook the branches and leaves, and the sound of snow falling.In fact, the voice is not pleasant, and the words and sentences are straightforward and ordinary, but there is a sense of humor and self-deprecation in the tone of voice. After thinking about it again, I feel that the words are bitter and crowded.

Yu Ci knew that the old Taoist used this method to wake him up, but he paid himself for it.He wanted to smile, but when he put it on his face, he was already bitter.

This is the first time he has come into contact with advanced theories in practice, but if all the monks in the world practice like this, how boring and boring is it?

This is not the longevity he imagined and pursued... really not!

So, amidst the emotional agitation, he swallowed another glass of wine and became a little tipsy.

His wine taste is actually not very good. Once he feels a little bit drunk, his temperament will appear too wild, and he tends to talk endlessly without surprising him.He squinted again, although he didn't like the old Taoist's remarks just now, but he admired the old Taoist's laissez-faire attitude.This old man is indeed a man of temperament.

Probably because of this, the old Taoist fell into the sand on the road to longevity.

But when the evaluation came to his lips, he changed his words again, taking advantage of his drunkenness, and shouted: "What a veteran, he is a wonderful person!"

The sudden praise made the old Taoist look more leisurely and intoxicated.He changed the syllables slightly and sang the four lines repeatedly.Yu Ci heard the words "Longevity is difficult" many times. When he saw the old Taoist with a bright head and pale face, he was getting old. How could he feel nothing in his heart, and his heart was so excited that he clapped his hands on the table and sang along with the old Taoist:

"... Difficult catastrophe is the key to life and death, and life and death are the key to death."

One vigorous and one clear, the high and the low are excited; the clapping and clapping are echoed by young and old.In this way, the simple lyrics really gave them a taste of singing.After the word "death is not difficult" passed, Yu Ci's mood was like a 'tide', excited and surging, with a sudden force in his hands, the small pavilion was so loud that it almost collapsed.Under the rustling dust, he said in a hateful voice:

"Death is not difficult, death is not difficult, the least difficult thing is the most suffocating thing!"

The old Taoist also stopped talking, and said with a smile: "Only by facing difficulties can you live forever. Do you know how to walk the road of longevity?"

"I know, I know……"

Yu Ci did understand what the old man meant, but he became more and more frustrated. This kind of trade-offs, ruthless things made people feel too fat.In fact, he is not afraid of death, on the contrary, he is worried about these entangled things. Why can't cultivating Taoism be like using a sword, with a single sword passing through, life and death are separated, and it's a good time?

When you hold your breath, drink alcohol.There was ashes in the wine glass, so he didn't want the wine glass, grabbed the wine jug, and drank it in one gulp. Although the taste of the wine was thin, it rushed to his forehead in one go. The words of things and people came up in one breath, like a stick in his throat, and he couldn't vomit quickly. He suddenly slapped the desk and yelled:

"Why do I have to choose? Let all things be my own, let all people be used by me, let the nature of the heavens and the earth be used by me... If this is the case, can't I live forever?"

The old Taoist was startled when he heard this.

Yu Ci roared out, but also cleared his mind, and immediately realized that he had said nonsense, just about to explain, but saw the old man burst out laughing, suddenly flicked his sleeves, bang bang bang bang, the table was full of wine glasses and side dishes It fell to the ground, and almost dropped the stone box containing the fish and dragon.

At this time, Baoguang had brought the wine to the small pavilion, and he was shocked to see this scene suddenly.

The old Taoist laughed, then looked at Yu Ci again, and remained silent for a while.

It was the first time in Yu Ci's life that he regretted his slip of the tongue after drinking. Facing the eyes of the old man, he smiled bitterly and said, "This is an angry word..."

The old Taoist suddenly smiled: "Very good!"

"what?"

"I know it's angry words... But these sentences, even angry words, I can't say."

The old Taoist patted him on the shoulder, and just left the pavilion without looking back.

In the afternoon, the Taoist priests in the temple finished their lunch classes one after another, and the voices of people in the Taoist temple gradually rose, but when they reached the private courtyard where Yu Ci lived, most of them died down, leaving no trace of the tranquility.

Yu Ci paced slowly in the courtyard.

This is the tenth day since he came back to meditation.

After the old Taoist walked away that day, Yu Ci never saw him again, even the fish and dragon did not hand it over, and as for the matter of the outer disciples, it was even put on hold.It seems that that slip of the tongue really offended the old man and brought everything to a standstill.

Time went on for a long time, and he felt that he seemed to be forgotten, and only Baoguang came to talk about it every day, making him feel that he was still in the world.

It's not that Yu Ci hasn't been anxious, nor hasn't he been suspicious.

But as time went by, the mind slowly settled.Before he knew it, the intrigue and life-and-death struggle during the Rift Valley became blurred, and the sense of urgency that had always filled his heart also eased. The distant things are buried in the deepest part of my heart, with another layer of cover added.

In this way, most of his heart was emptied, and the beating rhythm naturally changed.

Yu Ci has found a brand new rhythm, which is completely different from his rhythm in Tianrift Valley, his previous 12 years of wandering career, and his childhood in Shuangxianjiao.It seems to be leisurely and leisurely, and his perception is very delicate. He has not forgotten the past, but gradually changed his angle, simply extracting information from it to enrich his thinking.

In short, he was reflecting.

It's not that he thinks there is anything wrong with what he did before, but that he has found some valuable things that are inevitably missed in intense situations.

The more illusory ones are like his subtle mood changes at different times, and the more realistic ones are like the subtle way of transportation and transformation of "innate one energy" when using the atomized sword intent.Among these details that are easily overlooked, there are some things that he has been pursuing, but are covered up by the more dazzling reality.

Therefore, Yu Ci began to like to walk in the quiet courtyard, to recall, think, explore, and finally grasp those things, because they are closer to cultivation and longevity.

He's been in great shape, even more so today.

In the quiet environment, he can even hear the dense chorus of muscles, bones and flesh under the nourishment of the "innate qi", like the "tide" water hitting the shore in the middle of the night, with regular ups and downs, like hearing the sound of nature.

Baptized by this secret sound, Yu Ci naturally entered into a state of half-awake, half-awake, trance.The clear thinking and awareness in the past is now like a lake full of dikes, flowing in all directions, without any purpose, but in the deepest part, there is a little light, which constitutes the most fundamental core, shining unfathomable Its deep heart lake.No matter how far the lake water spreads, it will be affected by the light, even though the effect is minimal.

Inexplicably and naturally, he thought of Ye Tu's remarks, but he lost the sequence, and even lost the shell of language, but restored to the most intuitive images, the purest ideas, presented in the heart lake.

That's a set of concentric circles.

The twilight is the center of the circle, and the lake water is the arc that has blurred the boundary between them.

The spreading lake actively communicates with the outside world, encroaching on new territory.And the outside world is also communicating with the lake water, maybe it is a fallen leaf, maybe it is a breeze, through this subtle change, the vague information that is far away is conveyed.

The lake itself can digest the information and give feedback, and the glimmer of light in the center of the lake, from the perspective of a bystander, imprints the whole process of information input, the effect with the lake water, and the feedback of the lake water, and then prints The process itself is shaved off, leaving only a tiny bit of "truth" declared by the process, which is collected in its light, and that little light seems to be enlarged by a tiny bit.

Then, under the twilight of the light, the lake water becomes clearer, and the feedback information becomes clearer, and the cycle repeats itself.

Until a bright and strong stimulus suddenly 'cut in' in!