Life.

There will always be doubts.

From the moment we fell to the ground, life began its journey.

For each of us, no matter what the starting point is, what the process is, our end point is the same.

And this becomes the simplest question, where do we come from? Where are you going?

The power of the individual is small, so we become a group; Life is also short, so we have a continuation. Out of the desire for life and the fear of death, we begin to explore the meaning of life. Generation, generation......

No one knows the answer, and maybe there will be no answer in the first place, but human beings begin to think in the process of inquiry, grope for the truth, and gain some insights in the process of exploration, hoping to get the final answer.

The sun rises in the east, and the great river goes westward, day after day, as if it were eternal; Flowers bloom and fall, winter to summer solstice, year after year, like a fleeting moment. And we have a busy life, birth, old age, sickness and death, and we cannot escape the truth, but what is the meaning of our existence?

"What is the purpose of your existence?" A white-clothed old man sitting cross-legged, he closed his eyes slightly, looked serene, tapped the quaint rosewood fish in front of the seat, and asked slowly.

"What is the purpose of my existence?" Zhao Feng repeated this sentence, he didn't care at first, he already had words in his heart, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed it raw. He knew that it was not the answer, at least, not his. As soon as he thought of this, he put away the fatigue on his face and the casualness on his body. Instead, he sat upright, his expression was serious, and his eyes showed firmness, this is his truest state, and he can be described in one word, that is, he is sharp, but immobile like a mountain, a very indescribable state. At this moment, his mind was taken away by the old Taoist's question......

Zhao Feng is an orphan, it should be said that he is an outcast. No matter what fate played on him, he was still grateful for all this, he was adopted by Lao Dao since he was a child, and he went through many hardships, and many details can be seen in his crossed hands. The palms of the hands are broad, the knuckles are thick, the blood is open, and the muscles are strong at a glance, and the palms of the hands are a thick layer of calluses, and there are countless scars on the body. Yes, he is a Taoist priest, and at the same time a soldier, a special forces of the republic, no one knows, the true appearance of this young man, but his code name, is a legend in the world.

To become a legend, it takes a long time. The old man's words made Zhao Feng recall his own bits and pieces, he knew what he had paid, hardships, blood and tears, this was far from enough, he had passed by death several times, and he also buried his true emotions in his heart. He gave up everything in life and completely became a sharp weapon of the country, as long as there was a call, he rushed to the battlefield as soon as possible. In Hawaii, he led his team in a semi-open confrontation with the U.S. Delta Force, which resulted in a combat attrition of the Delta Force and a reduction of nearly one-third of its strength. And he did not suffer any casualties, and he retreated. The Americans suffered from the fact that they did not have the slightest evidence, so they had to settle for it. He has also snatched top-secret intelligence from Navy SEALs, killed key members of the Alpha Force of the Russian Federation, and so on.

"Fight, fight, give, dedicate. It's my life and it's all I have. So, that's what I'm all about! Zhao Feng muttered to himself. It was his choice, he loved the country, the crisp chirping of birds outside, the hissing of cicadas. is peaceful, even if he is in the next moment, he is still in the rain of bullets. originally thought that he was tired of the days of licking blood from the tip of the knife, and there were better days and a better life waiting for him, but looking back, he really saw his heart clearly, because he was abandoned, because he had seen the smoke of the beacon fire, he would know that ordinary life was not easy to come by. After a long silence, Zhao Feng gave the answer.

"You have learned something, done something, felt something, and aspired, although you have been a teacher for more than 30 years, you have not yet preached the Tao with a clear heart, nor have you first glimpsed Xuanqing, and you have become enlightened. That's it, it's not your fault, it's really the teacher's responsibility, and it's hard to make people miserable. I regret that you don't have to come back from now on. ”

"Master, why is that?" Unbelievable, there seemed to be tears in the corners of Zhao Feng's eyes. All his skills are carefully taught by this old way. His military career tempered his will, and what made him his master can be said to be his master. "The apprentice is stupid, he has not been enlightened in time, he has not learned anything so far, there is a lot of confusion in the Three Classics, and there is also confusion of light and darkness in the heart, please have mercy on the teacher." He knew Lao Dao's mind, and once he said it, he couldn't turn it over, but he still wanted to fight for it.

"Origin and extinction, flowers bloom and grateful. This is the way of heaven, and it is irreversible. Lao Dao sighed, as if he was reluctant. The reincarnation of destiny, the world is impermanent, it's not me who blames you, but me, time is short, I want to go to the immortal......"

"Master!" Zhao Feng's eyes were red, his lips trembled slightly, and tears appeared in his eyes. "The master is a master of the Tao, and he will live for a hundred years......"

Lao Dao shook his head: "Destiny is a matter of heaven, and it has its own certainty. Before that, I still have one more word that I hope you will remember. Lao Dao glanced at Zhao Feng deeply, and there seemed to be endless information in his eyes, but when the words came to his mouth, they became a sentence: "You have been with me for more than 30 years, although your qualifications are muddy, but you are pure and danxin, dedicated to the Tao, and give the Taoist number Yunzi and you for the teacher, from then on, you are the only apprentice of my You Yunzi, and you are the ninety-eighth generation of the Taixu Dao for the teacher." If there is a fate, pass on the Dao of this sect, and don't break the Dao system. As a teacher, you can see through the destiny of heaven and know that your fate will be doomed. This calamity is a life-and-death calamity, and you will surely die. If you can close the door for three days in this view, you should turn the danger into a disaster, and now you can do your best for the teacher, how to choose, you should be independent. Remember what you say today. As a teacher, I believe that there will be an afterlife, or that you and I will meet again. With that, the sound of the striking wooden fish stopped abruptly. Even the continuous Miao Miao sandalwood has come to an end and gradually dimmed.

"Master!" Zhao Feng threw himself to the ground, tears in his eyes, and after three bows and nine buckles, he wiped away his tears. When I got up, I realized that the master was no more. Thinking of Shizun's words, he suddenly stopped feeling sad. "Master, what I say today is the impression of my life. I was an orphan, but I have always remembered what happened when I was a child, it was you who raised me, you taught me martial arts, and I became a talent. Although I have been killing for half my life, I am very grateful to have today. I won't forget, won't, forget! He shouted.

"Life is nostalgic, death makes me afraid. You told me to shut up for three days to avoid the killing, but the disciples knew that I couldn't. My life is enough. At this time, the country needs me, I will go, even if I die, I will go. Tears flowed from the corners of Zhao Feng's eyes. He believed in the words of the old Tao very much, because Dan You Yunzi never missed what He said. "You say this is my fate, then this is my fate, I won't hide, I will face it bravely, just like you." Zhao Feng clenched his fists again, then wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and after taking a deep look at the dilapidated Taoist temple, he turned around and retreated. He closed the door of the Taoist temple heavily, and then stared at the plaque of the Taoist temple for a while.

As human beings, we are faced with a variety of choices every day, starting from bed, we are faced with the time to get up, then what to wear, what to eat early, where to go, to work, or to be absent from work, to play or to meet friends, to turn left or right, and so on, these choices are so mundane that we don't care at all. Life is like this, bland, unremarkable, and depressing. But this does not include Zhao Feng.

He has experienced too much life and death, and he knows deeply how to survive in the most dangerous environment, so every action he makes, every decision he makes, is the result of his careful consideration. And this saved the lives of him and his comrades more than once. So everything he did had a very strong purpose, three days, three days. Zhao Feng walked on the mountain path. In three days, he will appear abroad, a plan of action that has been prepared for several years, and cannot be canceled at all. There he will be picked up by his comrades to complete an extremely dangerous mission. The operation had been carried out several years ago and had cost the lives of at least two intelligence officers. The opportunity is rare and cannot be canceled, so you can only give it a go.

For three days, Zhao Feng thought back to his life. The beautiful scenery of the mountains flashed from his sight for a moment, but he ignored it for the first time. He quietly reflected on this life. Growing up in an orphanage, he was later adopted by Lao Tao, who taught him martial arts and also taught him Taoism. From a modern point of view, this is a set of feudal superstitions. But Zhao Feng knew that the Tao existed.

Lao Dao knows a lot, and he has a lot of ancient books. Therefore, Zhao Feng followed the old Tao to learn scriptures and classics when he was a child. Many of them are unknown. This made Zhao Feng extremely headache, not to mention how obscure these scriptures are, that is, the ancient style of writing is daunting, every time he learns it makes Zhao Feng miserable, people in modern society may only need to learn two thousand commonly used words, but he is different, he is learning the real ancient text, the text of the ancient period. Not to mention the lost, there are at least more than 50,000, and the collection is more than the National Museum. Most of them are hardly known today, not even by paleographers. However, fortunately, these words have specific meanings, and the meaning can be roughly guessed from the shape, coupled with the old Taoist words and deeds, so after a period of time, Zhao Feng gradually mastered the rules, and the speed of understanding and learning is increasing rapidly.

But Lao Dao hated iron and steel, saying that he was the only one in the whole world who had these priceless treasures, and he couldn't exchange the whole world for him. Therefore, it is not only required that he can read and understand, but also to write it out word by word, that is to say, his thousands of volumes of scriptures and classics Zhao Feng has to remember all in his heart, but Zhao Feng does have his talent, he has an excellent memory, and he can often master it in a very short time, although it cannot reach ten lines at a glance. It was still a painstaking, long process for him.

Compared with learning literature, Zhao Feng prefers to practice martial arts, he was also taught by the old Taoist to practice martial arts at a very young age, the way of martial arts is very wide, fists and feet, swords, guns and halberds, this is actually more difficult, and he doesn't know how he persevered. And Lao Dao often gave him some inexplicable medicinal baths. Every now and then, Lao Dao will have a heartache on his face. Then he taught him some inexplicable things, such as mental qigong and other confusing things. Every time Zhao Feng would feel his obvious progress, but Lao Dao always sighed and shook his head. Zhao Feng also asked the reason, and Lao Dao sent him away every time. He trained harder, and later one night he got up conveniently, on the futon where the old Taoist often meditated in the Taoist temple, he glanced at it sleepily, and was surprised to find that the old Taoist was suspended and meditated out of thin air. He was amazed, but didn't bother, and he never asked the reason again. But he doubled down on training, and even if he had always resisted Xi Wen, he no longer refused.