The universe is made up of existence and non-existence, the universe is space, the universe is time, space is tangible, and time is intangible.

The same is true of human beings: the body is real, the soul is empty, the body is tangible, but the soul is invisible, the body is full of veins and contains the shell, and the soul breeds thoughts and nourishes the spirit.

Cultivating the sea is the idea of being strong.

People have thousands of thoughts, and every moment, there will be different thoughts in the sea of consciousness due to people's thoughts, emotions, memories, people, events, and maybe some pictures; when they are in danger, they have thoughts of fear, when they encounter happy events, they have thoughts of joy, when they encounter grievances, they have thoughts of resentment, and when they encounter harm, they have thoughts of killing and revenge...

Buddhism emphasizes the practice of thoughts, emphasizing not moving for oneself, not moving for things, not moving for emotions, not moving for things; one thought is born, that is, ten thousand thoughts are extinguished; one thought is born, that is, one thought is the end; one thought becomes a Buddha, one thought reaches the sky; as the saying goes, "ten thousand thoughts are not born is the heart, and one thought is not extinguished to become a Buddha".

"Nine Yang Sutra" is the practice of Buddhism, with the meaning of meditation for nine days to be born to the yang, such as melting winter snow and extinguishing ten thousand thoughts, a total of nine realms, of which the first realm is: one yang realm.

The so-called Yiyang awakens the heart, people have no self-knowledge, only because of the heart is fascinated; among them, 'self-knowledge, heart fascination', is thought-provoking.

The next few realms are:

Eryang is enlightened, knows the source and opens wisdom.

Sanyang sees sex, nothing is right or wrong, and there is no good or evil thought.

Siyang is open, has a large heart, and embraces all things.

The five yangs are like this, true for self-use, not on the trail.

Six Yang gives birth to Buddha, one thought is born, and all thoughts are one.

The seven suns are empty, thoughtless, thoughtless, lifeless, and extinguished.

Eight Yang becomes a Buddha, it seems to be true but not true, formless and phaseless.

On the other side of Jiuyang, transcending all beings, it is called Paramita Realm, also known as Jiuyang Realm.

At this time, Tang Bai was meditating, meditating on a huge sun hanging above his head, surrounded by burning true flames, true flames like fire and light, constantly pouring into his sea of knowledge, breaking through the rich blood and evil thoughts of his sea of knowledge, burning the yin thoughts that were gradually growing in the sea of knowledge, and then pouring into the depths of the sea of knowledge with momentum like a bamboo, dominating many thoughts of the sea of knowledge.

In a trance, Tang Bai seemed to 'see' his own sea of consciousness, and a thought like a 'planet' began to heat up, as if since ancient times, in the dead universe, there were sudden fluctuations in life, although this fluctuation was extremely weak, but it exuded a brilliant atmosphere like an emperor.

Tang Bai felt that he was this planet, receiving a stream of light and heat from the depths of the universe; he even forgot who he was, only felt that his thoughts had passed through the distant starry sky, forming a unique channel with the burning sun, stealing the sun's scorching energy; the rolling flames and scorching white light ignited the idea of knowing the sea, and his thoughts were like a cold and lonely planet burning into a fire, constantly shining and heating, forming another shining sun.

Tang Bai's body naturally put on a strange posture, and a smile like joy fell on his face, the same smile as the wood-carved Buddha he obtained; there was a sense of artistic conception in the smile that saw through the world and had a clear heart; like a master outside the world, beyond all living beings, smiling at the joys and sorrows of the world.

The cultivation method of the "Nine Yang Sutra" flowed in Tang Bai's mind, and he was now practicing the first realm of the Nine Yang Realm, the One Yang Realm.

The so-called "awakening" of the yang awakens the heart, in which the 'awakening' is to understand and understand one's own heart.

The heart is the beginning of the mind, and the spirit is the end of the thought.

The origin of all ideas comes from the human heart, and the idea determines the behavior, language, and character of the person, thus forming the human soul.

As soon as a person is born, his heart is pure and flawless, without good or evil, without beauty or ugliness, without self and without other; with the growth of man and the influence of external objects, there will be many emotions such as joy, sorrow, longing, admiration, killing, complaining, grievance, etc., which accumulate in the heart, like a clean crystal, which has lost its luster due to the dust of many years.

When the soul is dusty, you can't see through the cause and effect of the world, and you can't understand the love in the world, and many emotions will be like layers of chains, binding people's hearts, not letting go, and rising and falling in the turbid world, resulting in deep troubles, making people breathless, and making people have evil thoughts.

If the heart is covered with dust, it will be like a great cloud covering the sun, and the wind shall not blow, and the sun will not appear.

As the old saying goes: "There is nothing in the world, mediocrity, self-disturbance." ”

Therefore, people have no self-knowledge, only because they are fascinated.

The so-called awakening of the heart is like pulling out the clouds and seeing the sun, being happy and knowing the truth is like nature; looking at the past, in addition to attachment, the inside and outside are transparent, and the access is unhindered, such as the consciousness is like enlightenment, and the self is in the heart.

In a trance, Tang Bai saw a door in his heart, and in the half-open crack of the door, there was an extremely familiar smell, as if the world behind the door had appeared in his countless dreams, as if as long as he passed through this door, he could reach the world of his dreams.

He hesitated, but an inexplicable force pulled him towards the door.

The closer he got to the door, the more apprehensive he became, and when he opened the door, the world in front of him suddenly changed, and he appeared in a small mountain village.

It was winter, and the snowflakes were all white, as if there was no stain on the earth, and he became a transparent man, appearing in a dilapidated hut.

The hut has two doors, and in the middle hall hangs an old photograph of an old man.

He looked at this photo and remembered that in his previous life, it was this old man who raised him, but when he was eight years old, this old man fell ill and died, and in the end he was left alone in the world.

Seeing this photo, Tang Bai's eyes moistened, and many memories that he didn't want to think about came to his mind again.

When he was distracted, he only heard the sound of 'clang' next door, and he turned his head to look, and saw a half-collapsed kitchen, on the stove made of blue bricks, with a deformed iron pot; a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old was pouring out a bowl of chicken soup from the boiling pot, and his cold hand was holding the bowl of chicken soup to keep warm, and his face was even more red because of the heat of the chicken soup; this kind of redness was extremely abnormal, and only appeared on people's faces when he was sick with a high fever.

The boy was indeed sick, but the discomfort of illness could not withstand the feeling of hunger, he carefully drank a sip of chicken soup, the whole person became energetic, just when he was immersed in his own world, the tattered door frame was pushed open, a middle-aged man of more than thirty years rushed in, slapped the only food in the boy's hand, grabbed the boy's chest, and slapped the thin boy to the ground.

Tang Bai couldn't hear what the middle-aged man was talking about, he only had infinite resentment in his heart, and those memories that he didn't want to remember appeared clearly in his mind.

He was this young man, he stole the middle-aged man's chicken, and then not only did he not eat the chicken, but he was slapped a dozen times; he remembered very clearly, that night, he left this small mountain village, a mountain village that he would never want to go back to, where the people had no kindness, no warmth, everyone was full of indifference, and until now, he did not have the wrong perception of stealing.

If a person is about to starve to death, Tang Bai feels that stealing is not a sin;

Just when he felt resentment, a ray of sunlight enveloped him, which was not scorching, but made him feel warm, and then he felt separated from the boy, forming two complete strangers, and even his resentment disappeared in the sun.

This was a trivial incident in his childhood in his previous life, but now, this matter seems to have nothing to do with him, and he is like a god from above, looking down on the ordinary life of the world.

And this kind of change is very natural, he feels that something is wrong, but he feels that the world is like the wind, when there is no trace, and he will never forget, there will be dust in his heart; in the long run, his mind will be deluded, and his nature will change by itself.

Just like many people, when people reach middle age, they often sigh that everyone has lived as the person they once hated the most;

Then the situation changed again, and every bit of his life in his previous life appeared in front of his eyes; in life, he had anger, joy, sorrow, resentment, love, hate...

All the pictures kept emerging, and he saw the process of his own growth, because of the changes in the external environment, his own heart also changed with the environment, becoming uninhibited, self-indulgent, indifferent, selfish, all these changes, from his current perspective, he actually felt strange.

He couldn't help but mutter, "Is this really me? If it's not me, what should I be?"

With contemplation, Tang Bai was completely immersed in infinite thinking.

For as long as he can remember, he has appeared as a stranger, constantly circulating, slowly, he has precipitated, when he is happy, it is like a joke, he has seen too much, he is indifferent, and he can't feel the joy that should be; when he is sad, after a long time, it is just a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and then he looks back, but he shakes his head and laughs at himself, and disdains it; when he is resentful, life is still moving forward, but it is just a stepping stone on the road; when he falls in love with someone, he realizes that people's hearts are changeable, and love is just the impulse of the body and consciousness at a certain time。。。

Memories and memories are dust, and these dusts seem to be swept over and over again from Tang Bai's heart by a broom, so that his heart will not be dusted by the past, and his personality will not be changed by the world, so that the dust of troubles can not be stained. Let him understand that there is a vast sea of people, there are fools and wise, fools are villains, and wisdom is adults; let him suddenly understand and return to his heart; let him not be evil and delusional.

Although his state of mind cannot reach the state of Bodhi without trees, the mirror is not a platform, and the Buddha nature is pure, at least he can always be clear, his heart is like Bodhi, his body is like a mirror, and he is always wiped by the Buddha, and he does not disturb the dust.

Time is endless, in the blink of an eye is half a moon, Tang Bai is like a Buddha carved in stone and wood, motionless, but he knows that the evil thoughts generated by blood and yin in the sea have been suppressed; a thought of the sun has become more and more vigorous, as if the rising sun is about to break through the shroud of darkness, rise up, and illuminate the universe.

His temperament has become very special, originally because of the relationship between blood and yin, his temperament is cold and domineering, which makes people fearful, but at this time, it is from this cold and domineering temperament and a faint Buddha rhyme, which makes people feel very evil, like Buddha and demons, like Buddha and demons; this kind of temperament has only appeared in Qin Youdao, and it is difficult to distinguish whether it is good or bad for a while.

At this time, in the temple, another person appeared, this is a woman in her thirties, a green shirt wrapped in a plump body, a pair of big eyes in the temple constantly scanning, slowly looking for Buddhist weapons. It's just that there is nothing in the temple except a thick layer of dust, and soon, she discovers the abnormality, she feels that there is a very weak breath of life in the pile of collapsed rocks in the right hall, and she understands that there is someone hidden in the rocks when she thinks about it, she narrows her eyes, and then walks slowly over.

Author's words: The practice of exercises in this chapter is the words of a family.