"Where did you come from, Master? It's just that when I was a child, I got a book by chance, and I practiced according to what was written in the book, but I didn't know that I knocked on the door of another world. ”

"That's a chance."

"Who's to say it isn't. But then again, it's because I don't have anyone to advise me that I've been making a lot of jokes. You've also discovered that there are many things in the world of cultivating immortals that I don't understand. You don't know how to practice, so why do you know so many things? ”

"My father is a man of this way, and he has heard more since he was a child, so he knows more. But it's just on paper. ”

"I see." Xie Xiaoman nodded, his heartbeat slowing slightly.

It was impossible for her not to be nervous when she asked such a question.

Since Guo Pu's accident, Xie Xiaoman has always been a little nervous and flustered when others ask him about his mentorship.

It's no wonder that at that time on the mountain, Wu Wei asked a shallow question, and then abolished her cultivation.

Now that some people ask it, what kind of mind does Ander have?

It is indispensable to guard against people, so Xie Xiaoman looked at Chu Qingfeng in front of him, and there was a slight scrutiny in his eyes.

These careful thoughts, where can they escape Chu Qingfeng's eyes? He smiled slightly, and naturally had some calculations in his heart.

Just stopped talking, picked up a piece of tea on the incense table, and tasted it carefully.

He tasted it carefully and seriously, as if it were the last time he had eaten in his life.

Xie Xiaoman looked at him, and suddenly remembered that he was drinking tea just now. Chu Qingfeng seemed to be like this.

Cherish, enjoy, and enjoy it at the same time, I don't know why there is a kind of shallow sadness.

To use such a series of words to describe the state of a person when he eats seems to be a bit pretentious and even contrived. However, Chu Qingfeng in front of him now is indeed doing this, natural and simple, without a trace of unpleasant appearance.

So Xie Xiaoman felt very strange, but he didn't know how to ask this kind of thing.

The autumn wind is swirling, and the wind chimes are ringing softly.

Chu Qingfeng quietly tasted the red bean cake in his hand. His eyes were slightly closed, and he looked serious and enjoyable, which fell on Xie Xiaoman's seriousness. She couldn't help but be a little greedy.

Could it be that this red bean cake is too delicious?

People who have some itching in their hearts also take a small piece to taste.

I took a look at it expectantly and chewed it...... Obviously, it's just an ordinary pastry. Even if it's more delicate than the usual ones available in the market. After all, it's just a simple red bean cake.

So he wondered, Xie Xiaoman frowned.

"In life, once you are exposed to the same things too much, you will take them for granted. In fact, the same is true for eating, a simple piece of red bean cake, when children first eat it, they will feel sweet and soft, and the aftertaste will be long, but after a long time. After eating too much, I felt that it was nothing more than that. In fact. The root cause is not that our sense of taste is no longer sensitive, but that we are no longer attentive. ”

Chu Qingfeng opened his eyes, looked at Xie Xiaoman's doubts, and smiled slightly: "You have to eat carefully, eat seriously, and concentrate on eating." It's like letting go of all noisy beliefs when you're in meditation, and it's the same when you're eating. Don't think about the complexities of the world, but put yourself in it, in the moment, in front of you, in what is in your mouth. Concentrate all your thoughts on a piece of red bean cake, and you will find the feeling of eating red bean cake in the first place. ”

Xie Xiaoman listened, and suddenly understood something.

So as if she had entered meditation thousands of times, she exhaled deeply, concentrated her energy, and abandoned the complex and serious entrance.

An almost wonderful sensation stimulated her senses, the sweet taste, the soft touch, obviously the red bean cake she was familiar with, but it seemed to have something more.

It was a feeling that I hadn't felt for a long time, something familiar, as if we had met in childhood, and I didn't know why I had passed away.

This is not pretentious or pretentious, but a taste that everyone can feel when they just put their hearts down and taste it.

If the taste is deep enough, it even reminds you of the dusty past. It may have been the time you ate red bean cake, when your mother was still young, and her hand was warm and delicate, and she was smiling.

Maybe it's at home, maybe it's in the park. No matter where you are, as long as you savor it carefully, many memories that have long been forgotten will come back again.

At that time, all kinds of aromas, hustle and bustle, or all kinds of quiet sounds, everything, like an old photograph with a pale yellow glow, came to my face.

As the soft and sweet taste spreads in the mouth, it comes to the face.

This kind of taste can be turned into emotion, and it can be turned into power.

Xie Xiaoman was a little stunned, she remembered her past, in this life and a thousand years later, mixed together, chaotic.

She blinked, ate the remaining red bean cake in her hand carefully and attentively, and then fell silent.

Chu Qingfeng also accompanied her to be quiet, but she kept a light smile on her lips and looked at her with approval.

I don't know how long it took, the wind chimes were blown by the wind again, and the sound of the clear spirit made Xie Xiaoman come back to his senses from his memories.

She looked up and looked around, the desk, the teacup, the window lattice...... Everything is so ordinary, but now it has a different taste.

The case is half-old, mahogany material, and there is no lacquer carving on it, just simple lines, criss-crossed.

Xie Xiaoman stretched out his hand and stroked it gently, slightly cool, but it seemed to be contaminated with the temperature of the previous Shaoxiang tea, and there was a warmth, as if it would disappear in an instant.

She looked at the grain on the wood, which was the mark of the growth of the tree, the record of the growth of the tree year after year, the intertwined roots, the mark of life day and night.

Touching its texture with his fingertips, it seems that he can feel it, and it seems to be just a fantasy in his heart, but inexplicably, Xie Xiaoman seems to see its original appearance.

At that time, it was just a small sapling, and the seed was blown down by the wind to a lonely place, next to a jagged rock, and on the right was a cliff.

There is rain poured down, and it is quietly absorbed. Because of the barrenness of the land around it, it grew very slowly.

At the same time, it is also lonely, because the place is so deserted, except for the occasional bird that comes here to rest, the only thing that catches its ears is the sound of the wind.

It felt lonely, so it struggled to grow, trying to attract more birds.

It succeeded, and the birds began to swell on its body, sing, and sometimes even come here in flocks for meetings.

It is very happy, and even though sometimes the birds peck at its body mischievously, most of the time the birds are singing, catching insects, and discussing things it does not understand.

When the storm comes, it shakes its body and tries to dance.

In times of drought, it strives to extend its roots in all directions to ensure its prosperity.

It wakes up in the spring, grows in the summer, dances in the fall, and sleeps peacefully in the winter.

This is its reincarnation, until a human passes by and chops it down with an axe to make a simple but beautiful table.

It is not very sad, because even now, it is still "alive", with those indelible lines, silently singing about its past and present lives.

Xie Xiaoman suddenly felt that what he was touching was a living life. Because at one point, she almost felt its pulse.

Xie Xiaoman was startled and quickly retracted his fingers.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

This feeling that everything has life and that everything in the world is harmonious has been experienced in the initial state of meditation, but the feeling at that time is far less vivid than this, let alone seeing the past and present lives of a case.

She was a little puzzled, not understanding whether the scenes she had just "seen" were her own imagination or something that had really existed.

So she raised her hand again and touched the lines on the desk, twisting and turning, turning a thousand times, and there was only a very delicate touch on her fingertips, but it was deep as if to attract her thoughts to it again.

Xie Xiaoman was very puzzled until Chu Qingfeng spoke.

"I really didn't expect that just the first time you tried it, you would already be able to 'insight'."

"Insight?" Xie Xiaoman didn't know why.

"The heart is not shaken by the changes of life and death, and the anger is not taken away from the friends who are pampered and humiliated, which is for insight. The insights spoken of by the nobles were a wonderful reward for the noble things of poetry. However, the insight that the immortal cultivators say is the insight of one sand and one world. Are you not understanding what you just saw? I wonder if that's true or not? I can tell you that it's true, and it's the past and present lives of this case. ”

Xie Xiaoman was a little shocked: "But, why can I see it?" ”

"It's not accurate to say 'see' because it's just what you feel, so we call it 'insight'. Looking up to heaven and earth, all things have spirits, and the spirit is extended, and cannot be broken. No matter how much the aura between heaven and earth is turned over and over, there is only these after all. Wherever it is scattered, it will be contaminated with aura, and the carrier of aura, which will disappear, will be reattached to other places.

"Nothing lasts, but Reiki is eternal. As long as you can perceive, even a faint trace of aura is enough for you to see a lot of things. ”

Xie Xiaoman had some understanding: "You mean, the aura is actually a USB flash drive with a huge capacity, scattered among all living beings, constantly recording the information of everything?" ”

Chu Qingfeng blinked: "I don't quite understand what you're talking about, but it sounds to the effect that it's right." ”

So Xie Xiaoman frowned in confusion and fell into thought: "Then I don't understand, if this is the case, the earth has existed for hundreds of millions of years, and the aura has existed for hundreds of millions of years, even if there is only one milligram of aura, the amount of information carried is extremely amazing." If according to what you just said, where is just a sand and a world? Since the cycle of aura is constantly repeated, doesn't it mean that with just one milligram of aura, you can understand the history of the entire earth? (To be continued......)