"The three rivers and the four seas are the dust of the past. ”

I have traveled around the imperial capital, lived in the Northland, walked on the sandy beaches of the East China Sea, and looked at the clouds of the West Mountain.

And these are all in the past.

"The mountain on the ridge is here. ”

Now, I am the lord of this Annan, and I am also a monk of Dongshan.

But such an identity and such an experience are just a part of the road after all.

Here, I am just a passerby, even if I stay alive for a hundred years.

"The rivers and gorges in the southern region are vast, and the snow in the fields of the northern states is abundant. ”

The vast water, exposed by the wind and the sun, turned into clouds in the sky, and the clouds in the sky gathered and turned into snow and fell to the earth again.

From the Southern Regions to the Northern State, this is how the creation and transformation flow.

It is also the creation that gives us a chance to meet here.

"I used to be close to the people of the village. ”

From a child, I walked step by step, from condensing qi to the pulse, from the pulse to the enlightenment, and from the human step to the ground, along the way, I met and met many people.

I talked to street vendors.

I also talked to farmers in the countryside.

"It is also adjacent to the holy land of the saints. ”

The clouds and water are everywhere, between heaven and earth, east and west, north and south, and no one knows what kind of encounter a certain cloud or a drop of water has had.

I never thought of a scene like this today.

People like you come to me.

It may not only be you, but there may also be someone who even my teacher can't match.

"Where does the sun go at dusk? ”

Clouds don't always float in the sky, just as people don't always wander in the rivers and lakes.

Where is my home, my tomorrow?

I hope it's what I imagined it to be.

This poem is not at all subtle, Xu Yishan just plainly tells his past, his present, and envisioning his future.

Or there is Xu Tonghui's future, an expectation for the future of the two.

So much for.

The beginning talks about the dust of the clouds at this moment, and then naturally transitions to the creation and flow of the clouds. From the flow of creation and transformation, it traces the life experience of the cloud, and from the life experience to the contraction, and asks the final fate of the cloud.

There are eight sentences in the whole article, and each sentence is talking about clouds.

But every sentence is talking about people.

Said Xu Yishan himself.

After finishing speaking, Xu Yishan fell silent, he didn't look at Xu Tonghui, let alone urge anything, he stared at the sky leisurely, as if he had entered some kind of calm state.

The so-called "Taoist poetry", "poetry" is only the bearing, and "Tao" is the core.

And in this poem, there is no doubt that Xu Yishan's Tao is carried.

Therefore, Xu Yishan asked, "Tonghui, is this what Taoist poetry looks like?"

Xu Tonghui must say, yes!

That's what Taoist poetry looks like!

Although he actually didn't have a deep understanding of Taoist poetry, the model provided by the young master was only the twenty poems in the Qingyun Road.

But.

Enough is enough!

He understood Xu Yishan's poem.

It is precisely because I understand it that my heart is heavy.

The young master once said to him that Xu Yishan's current cultivation is close to the Dacheng level, and he is only one step away from the heavenly level.

Such a monk said, "Where does the sun go?"

Where else could he go?

There is only one direction, the Heavenly Steps!

And is the Heavenly Ladder the goal?

No!

Because in the last sentence of the twilight of the day, what Xu Yishan said was "It is also adjacent to the holy land of the saints." ”

These words sound bland and shocking to think about.

In the face of this sentence that seemed to be unsurprising, Xu Tonghui even had a creepy feeling, not afraid or shocked or anything, but an instinctive tremor.

It is also adjacent to the holy land of saints!

This is really talking about clouds, whether it is clouds, whether it is water, whether it is rain, whether it is snow, it may be here, it is watched by them, it may also be in the holy place, it may be in the holy place, it is also in the company of the saint.

The cloud is so.

Could the person the cloud refers to just be willing to be on a heavenly level?

No.

And go up further!

During this period of getting along, Xu Yishan's impression of Xu Tonghui has always been gentle, and at this moment, in front of this poem, Xu Tonghui suddenly woke up, or suddenly found that gentleness was just the appearance.

Xu Yishan's interior is such a grandeur!

It was so powerful that he felt small for the first time in front of Xu Yishan.

Usually, the young master is his confidence.

At this moment, he could only face Xu Yishan alone.

And in the face of such a "torrent", how can he stand up and not be swept away by this torrent?

Xu Tonghui is wholeheartedly cohesive and focused.

He was thinking.

Desperately thinking.

Thinking about the days before April this year, he was at the banker's house, almost forty years, this moment seems to be both long and short.

Thinking that after being selected by the young master, he carried a big package on his back, and together with the young master, he started from the ancient road outside Qingshui City, passed through many cities all the way, and finally came to this county town.

Thinking of the days when he was in the fragrance of pure blood, he abandoned all distracting thoughts and devoted himself to meditation.

Thinking that after the retreat was completed, he was thrown out by the young master again, and traveled around the days of the major forces in the county town.

From the past, to the present.

From the present, I think of the past.

After thinking back and forth a few times, at this moment, Xu Tonghui really discovered that he was no longer the Xu Tonghui in Qingshui City.

I've thought about it more than once before.

But never before has it been so profound and thorough.

Xu Yishan also started from childishness and came over step by step.

His goal is the Heavenly Ladder, above the Heavenly Ladder.

Where is his Xu Tonghui's goal?

Thinking of this, Xu Tonghui lowered his head slightly.

This is a small pavilion in the garden, and outside the pavilion, there are many trees and flowers.

Although it is the end of the year, the weather is a little cool, especially in the morning and evening, and it may even feel a little cold for ordinary people, but the trees in this garden are still very energetic, and there are many red and purple flowers, blooming to the fullest.

There is a faint aroma throughout the garden.

Xu Tonghui remembered that ancient road, the door of the felt canopy that day, the inconspicuous grass, and the equally inconspicuous flower afterwards.

"When I say the flowers bloom, the flowers will bloom. ”

The young master pointed to the grass and said with a faint expression.

Then, the flowers bloomed.

Immediately after, the young master said, "I said that you would advance, and you would advance." ”

Then that night, he was promoted from Condensation to Tongmai.

"Tonight, you're going to be promoted. ”

"Promoted from condensation to pulse. ”

"Remembered?"

Xu Tonghui will never forget it for the rest of his life!

These days, lying in bed at night, he can't tell how many times he remembered the scene of that day.

In fact, I didn't think about it at all.

And that's it, from time to time, it pops up in my head of my mind.

"Tonight, you're going to be promoted. ”

"From the pulse to the enlightenment. ”

"Remembered?"

One day in the future, will the young master say such things to him again?

No!

Regardless of whether the young master would say it or not, he didn't want him to need the young master to say it again.

If his promotion still needs the young master to be promoted in such a way, then where is the young master's so much teaching, and where is his own practice day after day?

"Tonight, you're going to be promoted. ”

"From opening the body to inducing qi, from the human level to the ground level. ”

"Remembered?"

One step further, does he need the young master to say that?

No!

No, you don't!

Further up, further up, all the way up, does he need the young master to say that?

No!

No, you don't!

He only hoped that the young master would say to him:

"Uncle Xu, promoted? ”

"Uncle Xu, have you broken through from the human level to the ground level? Yo, not bad. ”

"Uncle Xu, it's time to reach the heavenly level, hey, it's good! Don't be proud, keep coming on!"

The future he envisioned should be such a situation.

Xu Yishan has Xu Yishan's direction and goals.

He also has his direction and goals.

During this period of time with Xu Yishan, Xu Yishan said "luck" more than once, and said that the luck of both of them was good.

Xu Tonghui just wanted to say one more thing at this moment.

Be!

Brother, you're right!

But you may not know it, but my luck is supposed to be better than yours, and probably much better!

At this point, senior brother, I conceded!

You are the first mover.

But I hope that one day, I will be able to stand by your side.

And after being side by side, I should surpass you, you and me today, and me and you in the future. Today, I look up to you, and in the future, I hope you will look up to me.

It doesn't matter if you're a heavenly step.

It's still above the heavenly steps.

Brother.

Agreed!

And his Taoist poem about clouds finally condensed and formed from consciousness at this moment:

"Ambiguity and faintness gather here, and it is the dust of the past to follow the waves. ”

"Once from the earth to the sky, thousands of purple flowers shine. ”

"It is luck that adds luster to me, and it is Tao that turns me into truth. ”

"If you ask me, how fortunate is it? ”

"To borrow some words from the senior brother, but it is not as neat and smooth as the senior brother. Senior brother, I smiled. After reciting, Xu Tonghui said calmly.

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