Looking at Zhou Dingcheng, who was like a petrified person, Xiao Nier's face was full of worry, she didn't dare to approach him, and she didn't dare to walk away, and she didn't know what to do for a while. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Brother, what's wrong with Brother Zhou, it's going to be fine, right?"

Besides, he didn't know the bottom of his heart, after all, it was the first time he saw such a strange thing, so he hurriedly ran over and gestured twice in front of Zhou Dingcheng's eyes with his hand.

"I'm fine, this is enlightenment. Go out and let me be alone and quietly enlightened. Zhou Dingcheng suddenly said.

"Nell, let's go."

Besides, pull Xiao Nier out and close the door gently, don't touch his moldy head at this time, otherwise even the king of heaven and Lao Tzu don't think about it well.

"I'm a little uneasy to let my eldest brother be alone in the house." Xiao Nier looked at the closed door, her heart still hanging, so she leaned over and looked through the crack in the door.

"It's okay Nier, enlightenment is like this, he'll be fine."

Besides, he was convinced, he was still only at the stage of appreciating and copying calligraphy and painting, and Zhou Dingcheng had already improved to the realm of enlightenment. Enlightenment is not an easy task, when the ancestor of Bodhidharma was enlightened in Shaolin, a sitting is nine years, even the figure is engraved on the stone wall, and then the enlightenment is successful, the wall flies away, I don't know where to go, only Shaolin this Zen ancestral court.

"But what if something happens, and there's no one in the house to look after him." Xiao Nier's heart is still tight, these days, she and Zhou Dingcheng are also like brothers and sisters.

"We're next door, if there's something happening, I'll be able to come over right away, and as long as there's a breath left, I can save her." Besides, it's all about it.

Xiao Nier thought about it, she had seen the healing magic, even the living dead who were hanging with only one breath left could be saved, let alone a big living person. Xiao Nier looked at the situation and looked indifferent, so she was relieved.

Moreover, the room was occupied by Zhou Dingcheng, and a typical dove occupied the magpie's nest, so he could only move the nest.

Besides, he smiled and said: "Nier, this, my room is occupied by my eldest brother, and I must not disturb him halfway, so I have to go to your room to sleep tonight." ”

Xiao Nier's heart suddenly moved, and she exhaled in his ear: "What, miss me." At this moment, she is not good at amorous feelings, but she is also as charming as silk.

Besides, he said embarrassedly: "No, I just don't have a place to sleep." We're all together all day, what do you think? ”

He naturally knew what Xiao Nier meant, and he didn't want to, let alone resist, but his body was locked, and he couldn't do what he wanted to do at all, and in the end it was so uncomfortable that his body was about to burst, which was really unbearable torture.

"Then you can sleep wherever you want, don't go to my place, and I won't take you in." Xiao Nier said, turning her head into her room, and slamming the door behind her.

Besides, I really didn't expect her to be so ruthless, and wanted to go to Zhou Dingcheng's room in the outer house to sleep, but she was worried that Zhou Dingcheng was here, so she went to the hall to find a chair, meditate and practice, and simply didn't sleep.

Xiao Nier was angry, after a while, she quietly opened the door, wanted to let the situation in, waited for a while but did not move, she tiptoed outside, not to see, I was shocked, thinking that besides, she had to leave her alone in the inner house, in case she became insane in the week, what should I do?

She hurriedly put on her coat and prepared to go to the outer house to find the situation back, but when she reached the door of the hall, she found that the light was on inside, and when she looked through the crack in the door, she was even more angry, and sat cross-legged on the chair, sitting quietly like a monk participating in meditation.

"Hmph, love doesn't come, as if someone is rare." Xiao Nier looked unhappy, muttered viciously, and went back to sleep.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Dingcheng felt a surge of energy in his arm, and finally had the strength to open the painting. The scroll was not spread out on the table, but hung on the wall, and then he knelt on a cushion on the ground, as if he were worshipping a god or Buddha, and looked at the scroll with reverence.

This look is a night, the posture has not changed in the slightest, the expression on the face is even more dull, and the mind has already melted into the painting.

Besides, when others hung their hearts for him in vain, they thought that he would have to howl wolves in the middle of the night, but who knew that there was no movement at all.

Besides, he got up after sitting quietly for an hour, and he didn't dare to open the door to look, so he looked in from the crack in the window outside, and only after watching for a long time did he see Zhou Dingcheng's condition clearly, and then he put his mind at ease.

"Son, why are you still looking in from your window?" A female guard suddenly appeared and asked in surprise, as if she couldn't help laughing.

"It's nothing, Brother Zhou is looking at the ancient paintings in my house, and the reaction is a little intense, I don't feel at ease, so let's take a look." And it's embarrassing. The small actions of lying on the window crack and listening to the foot of the wall are generally things that the servants of large families often do, eavesdropping on the master's private life, and of course they are all forbidden by the eighteen bans. But besides, it's lying on your own window, which is a bit strange.

"Ah, there will be such a thing, I've never heard of it, how can you look at the painting?" The female guard grinned, indicating that she did not understand at all.

Besides, he can understand this, but he can't explain Zhou Dingcheng's crazy realm. Artists are often a little different in spirit, and it seems that the more gods talk about it, the higher the realm they can achieve. If you put together every generation of top artists, you think, doesn't it look like a madhouse?

Needless to say, those artists in the Wei and Jin dynasties are all performance artists, even the masters of Li Bai, Du Fu, Du Mu, and Li Shangyin in the early Tang Dynasty seem to be out of the norm. Li Bai has paranoia, Du Fu has serious masochistic tendencies, Du Mu is a sex addict, Li Shangyin is a lover, and Han Yu, the great master of ancient literature who is most admired by Su Shi and the decline of the eight generations of Wenqi, is a money idiot, who goes around giving people tombs to collect money, and finally cries poor and says that he can't eat enough for a meal, so he writes a letter to the prime minister if he has nothing to do, asking the prime minister to save the breakfast money and give it to him to support his family. Those artists in the middle and late Tang Dynasty intensified, each showing their magical powers, and it is difficult to count.

Of course, these things can't be explained to this beautiful female guard, in the artist's own words, it is not to be used by outsiders, in fact, it is a derogatory word, and you don't understand it.

It is true that the spiritual world of artists is different from that of ordinary people, otherwise, they would not be able to follow the customs and create otherworldly works of art. Those calligraphy and painting craftsmen are similar to the spiritual world of ordinary people, but they are also destined to be only the best handicraft makers, not artists.

Zhou Dingcheng sat for three days and three nights, didn't move his body at all, didn't change places, and didn't pay attention to talking to him, he gave him water to drink, and steamed buns to him to eat, Zhou Dingcheng at this time was like a patient with heart loss.

The next morning, all the people who came yesterday came, but they didn't see the two Wenbin brothers.

Besides, I went to say hello to the teacher first, and then I fought with the little prince and brother for a while. Chen Musa didn't see Zhou Dingcheng, so he asked, and after listening to the explanation, he smiled, but he was also convinced: "Well, without this energy, I can't succeed if I want to realize the Tao." Back then, Wang Shouren vomited blood in order to enlighten the Tao, and finally lost his longevity, otherwise he would not have died young. ”

Wang Shouren died in the governor of Guangxi, only fifty-six years old, which is not an early death in terms of the average life expectancy of people in the Ming Dynasty, but Wang Shouren has achieved success in cultivation, and it is not a problem to live to be 100 years old, and fifty-six years old is indeed still young, which is related to his early enlightenment and vomiting blood and excessive consumption when quelling the rebellion of King Ning.

Besides, he smiled: "Baisha Patriarch's enlightenment doesn't seem to be so hard, right?" ”

Chen Musa shook his head and said: "It's not easy, Patriarch Baisha is like an ascetic, the hardships of enlightenment are no worse than Wang Shouren's, but the paths of enlightenment and enlightenment are different." By the way, your ancestral doctor's method of health meditation seems to be a different way. ”

Moreover, he explained: "That's just to nourish the mind, and it has little to do with enlightenment." ”

Chen Musa smiled: "Otherwise, you are shallow in kung fu, so you can't realize it." In fact, the medical road is the nearest avenue, and the I Ching has the same origin, and it is not good to enjoy the broom, but don't lose your own treasures. ”

Besides, he pondered: "The teacher instructed, and the disciple remembered." ”

He is really not interested in enlightenment or anything, and always feels that there is no difference between meditation and enlightenment in Buddhism and Taoism, which is already the law of birth, not the method of entering the world, and deviates from the purpose of Confucius, the founder of Confucianism.

He still likes the Confucian avenue represented by Ouyang Xiu and Su Shi, who not only integrates the philosophies of Buddhism and Taoism in one furnace, but also does not fall into the trap of sitting and meditating, both vigorous and self-disciplined, with benevolence and righteousness as the heart, morality as the body, when the country is peaceful, it will educate the avenue, and when the country is in danger, he will not hesitate to kill himself to become benevolent, even if those who avoid the chaos of the countryside during the war are at least moral gentlemen.

In addition, meditating every day is just a habit of nature, and when he meditates, he also enjoys the feeling of not thinking about external objects, his mind is clear and spotless, and after waking up in an hour or two, he returns to the normal state of life. Speaking of entering the meditation, he has never had one, maybe this is what the teacher said about the kung fu is too shallow.

Where is the way of medicine? Besides, I have never thought about it deeply, and I haven't taken it too seriously, the pulse diagnosis and dispensing are as changeable as the I Ching, but this is obviously not the Tao, the road is simple, those complicated processes can only be regarded as technical things, and they definitely cannot rise to the realm of the Tao.

Today, after Chen Musa's guidance, he thought about it with his heart, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.

Seeing that there were only him and two disciples in the room, Chen Musa asked in a low voice, "Where did the three pieces of jewelry you gave to Pomegranate yesterday come from?" ”

Besides, I was most afraid that the teacher would ask this, but the result was still unavoidable.

"It can't really be your heirloom." Chen Musa seems to be questioning, but in fact it is an affirmative tone.

"It's not." Besides, he knew that he couldn't hide it from the teacher, so he had to admit it with a wry smile.

"Oh, since it's not a family heirloom, where did it come from?" Chen Musa squinted his eyes and asked sternly.