It is said that the white crane is the proudest of all birds, soaring above the nine heavens, singing among the clouds, frolicking in the wilderness, and never in the company of humans. However, they can be companions of Taoist masters. Everyone believes that the tiger is the most ferocious beast, devouring elk alive, skinning wild boar alive, mutilating domestic animals, and injuring people's lives. However, Zhang Cambodia unconsciously had the special experience of facing the fierce Siberian tiger in Changbai Mountain but having nothing to do. It can be seen that human beings can coexist peacefully, harmoniously and kindly with other living beings.

It can be said that it is precisely because of the harm that humans inflict on animals that causes them to either stay away or resist fiercely. People do not hurt the heart of the tiger, and the tiger does not harm people; People have the act of treating cranes well, and cranes are naturally close to people......

As a result, in Zhang Cambodia's mind, a harmonious and wonderful, vivid and magical new world appeared...... I don't know how long later, when he woke up from his reverie, he found that Daoist Fang Ding was already standing in front of him.

Daoist Fang Ding asked with concern, "Donor, are you okay?" ”

"Is there anything I can do?" Zhang Cambodia had not yet completely detached himself from his illusion realm, so he asked with a blank expression.

"But you've been sitting here for more than an hour!"

"No, I feel like I've only been sitting for a while."

"Look at the sun."

Zhang Cambodia turned his head and saw that the sun was approaching the sky. He was a little surprised: "Oh my God, what's going on?" ”

Fang Dingdao smiled and said, "Seven days in the cave, it has been a thousand years in the world. Time is relative, it can be long or short. ”

Zhang Cambodia nodded, as if he was very understanding, and said: "Yes, it's all the effect of the heart." ”

Fang Dingdao was taken aback. Because, he never thought that such a mysterious word could come out of the mouth of an old man who seemed to be ignorant. He couldn't help but look Zhang Cambodia up and down carefully, and asked, "Donor, what are you doing in the mountains?" ”

"Passing by."

"So, what about your path?"

Zhang Cambodia was speechless. However, from the knowingly asked questions of Daoist Fang Ding, he sensitively felt something meaningful, subtle and smart. But what it was, he couldn't say.

So, Zhang Cambodia asked smartly: "Dao Chief, what are you doing living in the mountains?" ”

"Monasticism."

"But what about your cultivation?" Zhang Cambodia tilted his head sideways, with the way of others, and the way of treating others, and looked at Fang Dingdao with a smile.

Daoist Fang Ding couldn't help laughing, said no more, and walked away. He floated on the rugged and bumpy mountain road, like flowing water, with an indescribable freedom and ease.

After a while, he disappeared in the verdant mountains and forests, and the sound of his chanting echoed in the mountains: Tao is Tao, very Tao; The name is famous, and the name is not very famous. The beginning of all things without a name, the mother of all things with a name. Therefore, there is often no desire to observe its wonder, and there is often a desire to observe its ...... Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders......

After hearing this, Zhang Cambodia smiled slightly: "You, a Taoist priest, actually threw your schoolbag in front of the old man, looking for chapters and excerpts from the Tao Te Ching!" ”

Zhang Cambodia looked at the Taoist chief in the distance and muttered to himself: The old man is also on his way.

After a while, Zhang Cambodia rode to the bottom of a valley, and he suddenly found that there was a monk lying on his back on the small bridge of the mountain stream in front of him.

It was a single-plank bridge, a long, round log across a rushing stream. The waves are flying, the water is splashing, and the faint-hearted people will be dizzy when they walk on it, and people often slip from it. However, the monk was lying on his back in the middle of the single-plank bridge, and he was still leisurely stilting Erlang's legs! That relaxed and complacent demeanor is like lying on the most comfortable couch in the world, indulging in a wonderful dreamland. The water is murmuring under him, and when the blank clouds are leisurely, he just casually lies on his back between the mountains and rivers, as if he melts into the heaven and earth, everything is so perfect and harmonious, free and natural.

What made Zhang Cambodia feel even more strange was that he seemed to have some kind of relationship with this monk, as if he had known him a long time ago. However, he couldn't remember that neither Xinzhou nor Chang'an had ever met him.

He was feeling incredulous, and there was a chant on the opposite hillside:

Xiaguang Immortal Mansion, Ziyun Dao family.

The leaves fall and the breeze sweeps, and there is a moonlight at night.

It's the head of Fang Dingdao. Naturally, the monk lying on the single-plank bridge also blocked his path.

Fang Ding said: "Monk, this is not your monk's room, let alone your meditation bed, hurry up." ”

The monk opened his mouth and said: "The chamber contains three thousand worlds, and the world is a meditation bed. Do you say, is this single-plank bridge within the world, or outside the world? ”

According to the Vimalaya Sutra, the Vimalaya lay man of the same period as the Buddha had a bedroom that was only one zhang square, but millions of people entered it and did not see it crowded. He sat on the meditation bed, his body did not move, but with the power of his supernatural powers, he could place the three thousand worlds in the palm of his hand like a mud pill, even if it was an immeasurably distant world, he could move it and show it in front of everyone.