"There's nothing to guess, maybe people just came to take a look on a whim, maybe they're gone. The dog said without looking back, the terrain here is empty, there is no need to raise the voice very high, you can hear it clearly if you raise your voice slightly.

Lin Suqing watched the dog enter the grass shed, kicked the haystack on the stone pier far away, and then climbed up and slept on his belly.

He turned back to the hut with a full load of wild fruits, and when he passed by the stack of palm mats, he put them on top of them, and folded some branches in the stone path to cover them, and then went into the house.

The dust stirred up by the red pandas in the house had now quieted down and covered the tables, chairs, stools and floors, so he lifted the wooden bucket, spilled the water that had just wiped the utensils, and cleaned it again.

I didn't sigh with a sigh of resentment.

For a moment, he was surprised by his patience, but soon he realized that this was not patience, just emptiness, because his heart and mind were suddenly loaded with too many unknown things, and he knew that those things could not find a solution for the time being, but he really couldn't get over it, and he really couldn't let go. And forcibly make yourself to shelve, to avoid, to climb over...... It was as if everything had disappeared in an instant.

The previous moment was full and all those things, and when it was suddenly removed, it was as if there was nothing pretended, blank, as if even the emotions had forgotten how to attack.

Cleaning, finding something to do, and diverting attention have become the most willing things to do at the moment.

When everything was in order, he tasted a few wild fruits to fill his stomach, and did not stop for a moment, and then stepped out of the threshold, sat cross-legged on the first layer of bluestone slab stone steps, facing the distant mountains and near the water, long forests and abundant grass, bathing in the evening color, and the veins were oblique.

When he casually put his wrist on his knees and slowly closed his eyes, it seemed that the earthly world was quiet for a moment, and when he deeply inhaled a mouthful of the mighty qi of heaven and earth, wandered through his body a few times, filtered out a cavity of mundane turbidity, and slowly exhaled it for a long time, it seemed that all the worries of a thousand threads were also left behind.

Yes, he used the true meaning of the sutras he had previously practiced to make himself truly calm and empty. Until there is nothing still, nothing is empty. What's more, the heart has no heart, the form has no form, and the thing has nothing. Looking back on the past, it turns out that there is nothing, just because of delusions, obsessions, and greed, which are disturbing the heart.

He understands that letting go does not mean giving up, letting go is an attitude, not demanding, not persistent, not extravagant.

In fact, he can let go of all the things he has experienced first, and he can let go of all his doubts first. It is not necessary to ask for a pale explanation or result. Just do what you can, and go with the flow. If you succeed, you will succeed, if you fail, you will be defeated, and if you stand, you will fall. Wait for the results, not chase the results.

Chasing, there may not be a response. Wait, there will be gain.

When the troubles of a hundred turns are simplified, reduced to nothing, and turned into nothing, a door suddenly appears in my mind, and there is nothing in the nothingness, but the consciousness feels that there is a door. He groped his way away with his consciousness...... After pushing the door in, his consciousness suddenly began to churn in the third and fourth layers of scriptures.

Two layers of scripture appeared at the same time, and he knew that it was consciousness reminding him to practice like this. These two layers are in the practice of trade-offs, after the scriptures are integrated and comprehended, they present two states in the body, which are interdependent, intertwined, and mutually reinforcing......

If you want to open up a vein, you have to give up a few points of cultivation, and if you want to cultivate a layer of cultivation, you have to endure the reverse flow of qi and blood.

However, if you calculate, no matter what kind of trade-offs you make, you will not be able to balance the gains and losses, and you must choose whether to change or not, otherwise your practice will come to a standstill.

These two levels are different from the previous ones - it is not that learning is gaining, and gaining is progressing. It must be bitter and painful in the midst of gains and losses, as if retreating and advancing.

In this way, when we rediscover the third and fourth levels of the scriptures, we find that it is not just a matter of choice, but also of strategy.

It turns out that the marrow meridian is not only easy for the mortal body and the turbid qi and blood, but also for the mind and mind.

About the completion of his cultivation, he suddenly felt an unprecedented lightness, as if his whole body was like a thin veil of lightness, which might float in the wind. But at the same time, you can clearly feel the steadiness of sitting cross-legged on the stone slab.

So...... This is the heart, light, the qi, light, the essence, the light, the god, the light...... Everything is lighter......

I didn't notice my breathing, but now I can perceive it, and that's the time to "wake up" from my practice. If you force it in and then carry it out, I'm afraid it won't have any effect, not to mention that the third and fourth layers are still so complicated, and there is a process of self-damage and self-injury.

So, he inhaled a slightly cool breath of heaven and earth like smelling the fragrance of flowers, and let this qi go all the way down his spine, hovering in his abdomen for a few times before slowly exhaling it......

Then I slowly opened my eyes, only to realize that the sky had fallen into the ink. There was no moonlight, but it was covered with densely packed stars, bright and vast, tempting people to reach out and pick them.

The autumn night is like water, not cold and slightly cool, making people sober.

He got up and dusted off his robe, the glaive was still silver, not provoking the starlight, not stained with dust. He just habitually dusted his leg twice, and also hammered his leg twice. There was no numbness in the legs and feet, just a little heat and swelling.

He casually looked ahead, the water surface of the fish pond on the left side of the front was as quiet as a mirror, reflecting the galaxy, the water was pale and white, and the night breeze rose gently, opening the sparkling waves. Occasionally, a few fish are restless and turn around with their tails, causing the sound of the water. It is a view that there is not in the daytime.

When he looked at the hut, he saw that there was no dog on the stone pier, and he estimated that it might have gone to the wooden house. When his eyes swept over the mountains and fields under the night, he suddenly found countless green and faint points of light among the low trees in the jungle.

He guessed it wasn't some light, it was the eyes of the beasts, staring at him as an outsider.

However, those eyes that were cast from all directions seemed to contain only curiosity.

Suddenly, there was a strange movement in the long grass, and it was like something was about to be squeezed out of the dense grass, and the movement was very difficult. Isn't there any danger?

Lin Suqing was subconsciously wary, and was about to retreat towards the cabin, when suddenly, a round and fluffy little head poked out of the grass.

The soybean-like frowning, the little mouth seemed to pout, looking around, and then it came out, and as soon as the head came out, four more followed out one after another, and it was actually the red pandas who followed the dog to deliver wild fruits during the day.

"...... you come" Lin Suqing was about to ask them, but suddenly found that they were all walking upright, only holding something in their arms, from the "honeysuckle" that approached the head, it seemed that they were covered with many branches and leaves.

The reason why it is called honeysuckle is because the name of the fruit with the most wild fruits in the afternoon is called blue indigo honeysuckle, I don't know what its original name is, so I will call it so for the time being.

The one who sent the loquat to the ground in the afternoon was the smallest, and he was holding a bunch of branches in his arms, and it didn't seem to be able to walk upright, stumbling and stumbling a few steps and stumbling.

When the five of them approached, they took honeysuckle as the main heart, and there were four side by side behind them, followed by jujubes, August fried, loquat and chestnut. The loquat actually came to deliver wild cherries, but those loquat left a deep impression on him, so he directly called it loquat in his heart.

They picked up the covered branches with their mouths and threw them aside, and as the branches and leaves dwindled, a faint glow of glow yellow gradually penetrated their arms. Until they had lost all their cover, they held the fluorescent thing in their paws and held it high to him, trying to get him to take it.

They were holding cocoons the size of his palm, but instead of chrysalis, they were a few small insects flying around.

"Fireflies?" Lin Suqing asked, and the red pandas nodded in unison, their brows still frowning tightly, and they looked at it with blank eyes, as if if they didn't accept it, they would always be holding it on tiptoe.

Each red panda holds such a cocoon with many fireflies in its hand. Thinking that they must have hollowed out their cocoons before catching fireflies and putting them in, they were afraid that the light would bring danger, so they specially folded branches to cover them with leaves. It's to illuminate him.

But this is the first time he has returned, and it is impossible for these little cubs to know him, and since they don't know him, why can they take such care?

Could it be that the "acquaintance" that the dog said in the afternoon arranged it?

They are always holding on tiptoe, as if they don't pick up or close their claws, and they don't leave.

"Okay. Lin Suqing had to take the insect cocoons from them one by one, "Who lined you up?"