"I've waited too long, what age is it?" Guru Jia asked.

Lin Xuan was not surprised, and immediately replied: "2013 AD."

Master Jiahui let out an "um" and asked, "So it's been a few years since the end of World War II, right?"

Lin Xuan nodded: "Of course, it's been close to seventy years."

"Seventy years is not a short time. But what is seventy years for those who are truly immersed in history? A millet in the sea, grabbing a mustard seed in Sumeru......" said Guru Jiahui.

Lin Xuan couldn't answer, so he could only listen humbly.

He had seen Dorjee Tsomu's attitude towards Master Jiawu, and he was well aware of the other party's revered position in Jiwu Temple.

When the two of them were silent at the same time, the sound of the drop of water gradually became louder, and it actually stirred up a hollow echo on the surface of the water.

"Why are you here?" Guru Jia asked.

"I am a doctor, and I came to Ali to learn Tibetan medicine and Tibetan medicine, and to treat diseases and save people and help Tibetan compatriots." Lin Xuan replied respectfully. At all times, this is his only answer.

Guru Jia's eyes moved slowly, and his sockets were so dry that when he rolled his eyes, there was a clattering and rubbing sound.

"Look me in the eye." He said.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath quietly, raised his head, and looked directly into the two strange eyes of Master Jiayu.

If it was a strange thing to have two eyes, one old and one young, then Lin Xuan saw something even stranger: Master Jiawei's left eye suddenly reflected a green dragon with a sharp arrow, and a white-fronted tiger flashed in his right eye.

Lin Xuan had been trained in the most rigorous lie detectors, so he was not afraid of any psychic detection or other magical techniques, but Master Jia's appearance was extremely weird, causing him to suffer a heavy blow to his mind in an instant, and the dragon and the tiger took advantage of the void to break through his psychological defense.

"Ah" Lin Xuan subconsciously dodged backwards, and suddenly came to his senses, it turned out that a qiē was nothing more than an illusion of nothingness.

"I know who you are." Guru Jiayu whispered.

"I'm Lin Xuan." Lin Xuan smiled bitterly.

"Names are just symbols, just like me, the monks of Jiwu Temple call me 'Jiawu', but is that my real name? Even if the name is correct, am I still the one who used to be called 'Jiayu'? Even if I were still him, what about my thoughts? And who? And what has happened in the long history?" Guru Jiayu smiled bitterly.

His smile was terrible, as if he had rubbed a dirty rag so hard that it was unbearable to look at.

"So, who am I?" Lin Xuan asked.

"A traveler who is confused, a man who does a lot of things every day but doesn't know why. You lose your bearings, and the faster you walk, the farther you get off track. Guru Jiahu replied.

Lin Xuan did not agree with this evil, because he lived a fulfilling life every day in the Ali region, and felt that although he was far away from the set goal, as long as he worked hard, he would get closer and closer. As for "confused" and "confused", he never had, and the goal was always clear.

"So, who are you?" Lin Xuan asked again.

"That's a good question, young man," Guru Jiayu nodded, "I'm really just a piece of wood. ”

This answer made Lin Xuan laugh bitterly, because except for the patients in the mental hospital, no one would admit that he was just a piece of wood.

The answer is really...... It's really great! Lin Xuan raised his hand and rubbed his face vigorously. After looking at Guru Jiayu's half-old and half-tender face for a long time, he himself felt that half of his face was numb and had a tendency to be assimilated.

Nobody believes that, does they? How can a person who can speak and act be wood? But really smart people should be able to understand this problem. Guru Jiayu said.

Lin Xuan was indeed a smart person, and when he finished rubbing his face, his brain cells seemed to be rearranged, looking at Master Jiayu from another angle.

Everyone on earth knows that after tens of thousands of years of wood buried in the ground, it will turn into coal or other resources, such as wood fossils and woody jade, which are quite favored in the antique market. Humans use and consume wood every day, and when they breathe, they also use the oxygen produced by trees in photosynthesis. Of course, trees also absorb the carbon dioxide exhaled by people and constantly purify the air to maintain environmental balance. Some wood can be used as medicine to help humans overcome disease, while many more are cut down as adults to make furniture and decorate the environment.

Exposure to the sun and weathering can make wood decay quickly, and antiseptic technology can make wood perpetuated, and humans can transform wood so that it can better serve society.

So, if wood is also sentient and alive, have humans ever considered how wood really feels? Is it rare that the storage of wood is only to satisfy the selfish desires of human beings?

Lin Xuan has seen the plot of "Giant Wood Psychic" more than once in science fiction novels, and a famous science fiction writer in Hong Kong also wrote such a story: A big tree contains a person's soul, and the tree is cut down and turned into charcoal, and that soul is integrated with charcoal and lasts forever.

Therefore, human beings can never fully understand every animal and plant around them, but only rely on inertia to live, continuing the life trajectory left by their ancestors for thousands of years.

A big tree can hold a soul, why can't a wood become a person?

Thinking like this, Lin Xuan was relieved.

"The words of the guru seem to have opened a window in my soul and opened up a different world." Lin Xuan said.

Guru Jiahu sighed: "What I want to say is my mission, the mission of a piece of wood......"

Lin Xuan closed his eyes and slowly cleared all the chaotic thoughts in his mind, just like the sea restores the beach like a blank sheet of paper at low tide, his mind is clear and his mind is clear, and then he memorizes every word that Master Jia Hui said, and quickly understands the profound meaning beneath the words.

In this peculiar gossip array, the voices and sounds of the people outside are blocked, and when the two are silent, there is only the monotonous sound of water.

Lin Xuan closed his eyes and listened to the sound of water, and found that it was not the sound of dripping water, but a naturally formed timer.

In the era before the invention of clocks and watches, the ancient Chinese had already relied on their superb wisdom to create a tool for keeping time, that is, "copper shell dripping", relying on the water in the copper kettle, drop by drop to calculate the length of time.

Its specific mode of operation is as follows: there is a hole in the bottom of the copper kettle, and in the pot is an arrow with 100 scales, each of which is called "a quarter of an hour". After the pot is filled with water, the water drips out of the hole and is knocked out for a day and a night. In modern timekeeping tools, a day and a night on the earth are 24 hours, so that the time represented by a scale on the arrow is 24 hours divided by 100, which is equal to 14 minutes and 40 seconds.

Master Jiahu sat in the middle of the formation, without any timekeeping tools, and the sound of water drops was his clock. Day after day, year after year, counting his life.

"In ancient times, wood was used to make fires for cooking, build houses, decorate palaces, and so on. I had many companions who were cut down and taken away to do the above things. If that strange thing hadn't happened in my life, my fate would have been the same."

The "strange thing" mentioned by Guru Jiayu is not actually strange, but in the course of a large-scale felling work, there is a magnificent old man with white hair, white eyebrows, and white beard, who bolted a horse to his body.

The old man seemed to be in a very high position, and when he stood under the tree, all the lumberjacks consciously stayed away, and did not dare to come and disturb him.

At that time, Guru Jiayu was really just a piece of wood, a part of the trunk of the big tree.

The old man paused under the tree for a long time, looked into the distance with a deep gaze, and suddenly began to recite slowly.

As part of the tree, Guru had seen countless woodcutters and shepherd boys, travelers passing through the area, and thieves who cut paths and plundered, but he had never met a scholar and was a very wise man of learning.

He was very fond of listening to the old man's recitation, and memorized every word. In the past, he could not even understand the slang used by the woodcutters to talk to each other, nor did he want to listen to the bamboo flutes and mountain songs of the shepherd boys, but now, when he heard the old man speak, he understood what he was saying.

The few words he remembered most vividly were these

"Forever. Therefore, those who can live long and long in heaven and earth can live forever because they do not generate by themselves. It is the saint who comes after him; Outside of the body, but in the body. Isn't it because of its selflessness? Therefore, it can become its own selfishness. ”

"Good is like water. Water is good for all things without fighting, and it is evil for everyone, so it is more than the Tao. Dwelling in a good place, a good heart, a good heart, a good word, a good word, a good governance, a good work, and a good time. The husband is not fighting, so there is no especially. ”

"To the extreme, keep quiet. All things work together, and I look at it. There are many things and things, and each one returns to its roots. In the final analysis, it is said to be quiet, which means to return to life. Returning to life is said to be normal, and knowing is often said to be clear. I don't know what is usual, and I act in vain. Knowing Changrong, Rong is the Gong, the Gong is the king, the king is the sky, the sky is the way, the Tao is long, and the body is immortal. ”

It was from these few words that he understood the truth of "immortality".

Only by forgetting life and death can we not die; Forget that you are a piece of wood, so as not to repeat the fate of your friends being cut down; Only by forgetting the world and time can we break free from the shackles of time and become a free soul. To do this, we must rely on the "good as water", that is, the water source of the earth. Then, if you have roots, roots, and water, you will "die alive", that is, "get rid of life and death, and not be born or die".

And so, he did it, and from a piece of wood came into being the human mind. After thousands of years of cultivation and refining, it finally became what it was in front of him.

In Master Jiayu's description, there was very little to say about the old man's appearance, but Lin Xuan immediately understood who the old man was.

There is such a passage in the classics that the old man lived in Zhou for a long time, and when he saw the decline of Zhou, he went away. At the end, Guan Ling Yin Xi said: "The son will be hidden, and he will write the next and second chapters for me, and the meaning of morality will be more than 5,000 words, and I don't know what it will end."

He was the only true wise man in Chinese mainland for 5,000 years, and even the Confucian scholar Confucius studied under him.

It was precisely because of the old man's indoctrination that Master Jiahu opened up the wisdom of a tree and became a body that was "immortal and immortal" when he was a timber. This kind of encounter has never been seen before, and there is no one who will come after.

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