The sound of the bamboo forest gradually subsided, and another voice sounded slowly: "You are finally here, remove the appearance, and respect the truth alone." When all the disguises are stripped away, we can get something simple and true, without desires, without self and without law. Only by asking for nothing can we achieve our wishes, and only when there is no law in our eyes can we have heaven in our hearts. There is heaven in the heart, and there is no desire in the chest, so it can be achieved in the heart of the sky, the eyes of the sky, and the ears of the sky. ”

I didn't ask the other person for their name, and in this case, the other party spoke up, just to give me some profound enlightenment to help me grow in life. That being the case, it doesn't matter who he is.

"All things are born different, and their level of wisdom is clear at a glance. The dragon gives birth to nine sons, and they are also different, some can soar in the sky, and some can only dive deep into the abyss. Why is this the case? This is the most fundamental law of nature, harmony and difference, and similarity and difference. On the other hand, there are more than a billion people in the Central Plains, all of whom have heads, faces, bodies, limbs, hands and feet, as well as internal organs, and can breathe. The fundamental difference lies in the mind, the mind, the spirituality, and the feelings, and with these four differences, some people can worship each other, some people can ascend the throne and sit in the temple, and some people are struggling in the mire of poverty. If you want to be what kind of person you want to be, you must first look at your fate, then look at your talent, and finally look at your vision. When the three are combined, they can soar into the sky. After success, it depends on your good fortune and whether you can afford this supreme glory. If you want to wear a crown, bear its weight first. Those who can't afford it will be crushed to death by the crown, and everything that they have worked hard to achieve in the past will disappear in an instant. The voice rang out solemnly.

In my senses, this voice seems to come from Mr. Wang Zhenwu, and it seems to come from another person. Or, it was an oracle from heaven, conveyed to me through a human voice, making it easier for me to understand and accept.

The murmuring of the water, high and low, adds a spiritual, resonant background to the sound.

I closed my eyes and took in the sounds, the sound of the water, and the sound of the wind in the bamboo forest.

In an instant, my thoughts followed these voices back to the Li Qingzhao Memorial Hall in Baotu Spring Park. The sound of this waterfall is the sound of the waterfall on the rockery in the courtyard of the memorial hall, and the sound of the bamboo forest wind is the bamboo forest on the right side of the winding corridor in the museum.

I could even hear the footsteps of the tour group coming in and going, and further, I could hear the tour guides holding wireless microphones to introduce the ups and downs of Yi'an Jushi's life to tourists...... All kinds of human voices and sounds of heaven mixed together, gradually drifting into the sky, mixing with the white clouds and dogs above the clear sky.

"This is life, this is the traces left by life to the world, there are so many female lyricists and writers in the world, how many people can really leave their names and museums in history, and how many people can compare with Li Qingzhao? In the same way, there are as many thaumaturgists in the world as the stars of the Milky Way, and how many people really influence history like Xu Maogong, Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng, and Liu Bowen? As for today, the rivers and lakes are turbulent, and when the wind and waves are calm, how many people can stand proudly above the tide and overlook the rise and fall of the rivers and lakes?" Because of the presence of these sounds, I think a lot.

The water in the world is common, and the sound of water and the sound of water are only different in size, height and density, and their essence is the sound of flowing water, which is no different.

The sound of water in the bamboo forest at this moment is no different from the sound of the East China Sea, the Pacific Ocean waves, and the Atlantic Ocean waves.

"Listening to a song and knowing the ancient and modern miscellaneous music, that is, the heavens and ears. Tong refers to the truth, not the appearance. The voice said.

"I want to hear more distant sounds. I said.

"Listen to what you want, why dictate?" the voice asked.

"I can't do it, I can't hear it. I replied in a low voice.

What I really want to hear is Tang Wan's voice, not only to listen, but also to be able to talk to her, to know where she is at the moment and how to save her.

"How fast does sound travel through the air, how fast does light travel through the air, what about thoughts, and how fast?" the voice asked.

I know what the other side is trying to say, and those theories are clearly printed in a book for anyone to read, but they don't solve my current problem.

"Open your palms, don't open your eyes, look with your heart. The voice commanded.

I silently raised my palms and placed them half a foot in front of my eyes.

Everyone knows their palms, fingers, and palm prints, so even if I don't open my eyes, I can think of the lines on my palms.

"Go and see. The voice commanded again.

I replied in a low voice, "I've seen it." ”

"No, you don't see it, you think you see it, but you actually 'think' it. Now, don't dream, 'look inward' with your eyes, stop all thoughts, and 'see' with your eyes only. The voice said.

I followed what he said, stop thinking in my brain and heart, stop all the functions of my body, and achieve relative "calmness".

When my heart calmed down, I felt a faint coolness surround my body, as if I was standing under the street lamp on a winter night, with light on my body, but no warmth.

The sound fell silent, and only the natural sound of nature remained.

I closed my eyes, I couldn't see anything, and there was darkness in front of me and in my heart.

Suddenly, a little light lit up, about half a foot in front of me, fainter than the light from the tail of a firefly on a summer night, barely visible.

Gradually, the shimmer intensified and turned into a candle flame. The candle flame was further strengthened and turned into a light capable of illuminating an area of five steps square.

I still had my eyes closed, but this time I really saw my palms.

When I flex and stretch my fingers in turn, I can "see" the movement of my ten fingers at this moment. In that case, like a shooter putting his finger on the front of the scope, the field of view is narrow, but when the focus is adjusted to the end, the fine lines on the finger can be clearly seen.

"Go see what you want!" the voice said.

I was able to comprehend "inward-looking" under his inspiration, but there was no joy in his tone.

"Tang Wan?" I turned my body slightly, and Tang Wan appeared in my field of vision.

Everything around her was familiar to me, including the wheelchair. Before leaving the mirror room, she was in a wheelchair, and whether she was really sick or pretending to be sick, the wheelchair was always with her. Now, she is out of her wheelchair and standing in front of a row of roof-high white bookshelves.

I didn't call her, I just watched quietly.

I have been separated for so long and have seen so many girls, but as soon as Tang Wan appeared, all my feelings came alive. She is the only one in my life, and no one can replace her.

She was flipping through a thick book, engrossed in it, unaware that I was looking at her.

"It's good she's still alive. I couldn't help but sigh again and again, but it was a sigh of joy, and it had nothing to do with sadness or sorrow.

I tried to see her surroundings, but everything was still dark except for the bookshelves and herself, and no matter how much I turned my body, it didn't work.

"This is already the limit of the eye of the sky, what you want to see is either in the deep sea or in the deep earth, and you need to break through extremely thick physical barriers. It's sad to see it for a long time, stop it, we still have a chance in the future. The voice said.

I am reluctant to "close my eyes", I really hope to watch Tang Wan like this for the rest of my life. However, reason tells me that it is better to return to the fish than to end up in the net. Instead of looking here, it is better to seize the time and find a way to rescue Tang Wan as soon as possible.

Just as I was "closing my eyes and opening my eyes" in the midst of my spiritual transformation, I realized that the place where Tang Wan was located was the edge of the blending of earth and water.

I can't accurately describe that feeling, but roughly speaking, at the end of "introspection, introspection", the scenery I saw quickly receded, and Tang Wan and the bookshelf instantly became only half an inch high. At that time, the space she was in passed in front of my eyes, and then I opened my eyes, and what I saw was still a bamboo forest and a waterfall, and what I heard in my ears was still the sound of water and wind.

"What do I see?" I muttered to myself.

"What is it?" the voice asked.

I couldn't find the source of the voice, which seemed to come from every bamboo tree and gather again, east, west, north and south, everywhere he was.

"You must have seen it too, she is in a huge inverted pyramid of the seabed, the pyramid is upside down on a cliff, on the left side is the topless earth, and on the right is the bottomless sea. Is there such a place in the world? If the Mirror Room really fell there, even if the Pangu Giant was reborn, it would not necessarily be able to turn things around. "I was defeated by my own description, because the pyramid was in such a dangerous position that if there was a gust of wind or a heavy wave, it would tilt and roll and fall into the deep sea.

The pyramid was originally the most stable structure invented by the ancient Egyptians, with the center of gravity evenly distributed on all four sides and corners, and the margins were reduced proportionally with each rising floor, so that the weight of the upper floors was steadily and evenly distributed among the lower floors. If it weren't for the erosion of wind and sand and the destruction of man, those huge buildings that stand in the Cairo desert would have survived for hundreds of millions of years and become the strongest symbol of human beings left on the earth.

The strongest end is the "most vulnerable", and if the strongest pyramid is turned upside down with the base up and the spire down, then it becomes the least solid building on the planet.

At the same time, it occurred to me that the Mariana Trench in the Pacific Ocean was exactly what I saw with my "eye in the sky".

The trench appeared on the edge of the continental shelf, the deepest point on Earth ever discovered, and Japanese scientists have been predicting since 1965 that Japan will eventually slide into the Mariana Trench with the collapse of the edge of the continental shelf, repeating the tragedy of Atlantis.

"If the mirror room is there...... If the mirror room is there...... "I said it twice in a row, and I couldn't continue to phrase it."

If the mirror room is there, it is impossible to get rid of it with manpower alone. Tang Wan will die, the people trapped in the mirror room will die, and the mirror room will also become an insoluble mystery in the history of human industry.

I also saw that in the deep sea on the right side of the mirror room, tens of thousands of shadows were swimming chaotically, like tadpoles in spring. Of course, it was not a tadpole, but a merman ubiquitous in the East China Sea.

"Alright, alright, let's stop for a moment. You must know that there are many things in the world that cannot be solved by manpower, and 'man will conquer heaven' is just an empty phrase. Throughout the ages, those who dared to go against the sky, the corpses of those who were violent in the wilderness, and were gnawed by wild dogs, that is the manifestation of God's will. You stop, listen to me, the qi and blood return to the internal organs, calm down and listen to me. The voice commanded.

I got up from the blue stone and paced counterclockwise around the stone mill until the fifteenth lap, and the tumbling qi and blood calmed down.

With a few bangs, three trees waded up the stream and appeared under the waterfall.

He still held Tibetan incense in his hand, and the pale gray smoke enveloped his body, looking from afar, like a giant moving hornet's nest.

"I've found a solution, come down quickly, I'll tell you. He shouted on his back.

It can be seen that he has worked very hard all the way, and his face is tired.

I was inspired by the sound of the bamboo forest, and it seemed that it was more straightforward to solve the current dilemma than the three trees brought me.

"What are you waiting for?" Miki urged.

Steeply, he looked around, and seemed to hear something.

"This is the best place for communication, where do you want to go? You have practiced for half your life, don't you know the truth of 'one sand, one world, one flower, one Buddha country'? The faster you accelerate, the farther and farther you will get from the truth. Stop, just like him, stop, think about nothing, do nothing, don't move, don't think, introspect repeatedly, seek answers from the depths of your heart......" The voice rang out again.

"The time flies like a white horse, and the more you wait, the more you miss it. I tried, and when I stopped to think about it, the sun, moon and stars were already spinning, and it was not at all the direction I had before I stopped. Every time I stopped, the work I had done in the past became a carving boat for a sword. Therefore, I can't stop, I have to run, and I have to make up for it with diligence in order to catch up with other people's achievements. Miki replied.

I immediately realized that his answer was questionable.

If he always wants to "catch up with others", then he will never be easy and happy if he stares at the advantages of others all his life, and he will never be easy and happy if he is short of himself and longer than others.

A true practitioner is a person who is confident, self-sufficient, and self-respecting, and with each round of retreat, he becomes stronger physically and mentally, and this is the meaning of spiritual practice.

"You're wrong, even he knows you're wrong. Come, come, let him tell you why you are wrong!" the voice laughed.

Miki was stunned, not knowing why.

"Why be like everyone else? Everybody has a different IQ, so it's impossible for everybody to be Einstein or Picasso. If there are 10,000 practitioners in the world, there will be 10,000 successful thaumaturgists. We strive for everyone's success, not everyone's sameness. Master, the theory that diligence can make up for clumsiness, is only applicable to simple mental work, and once it rises to the realm of thaumaturgists, it is important to protect the mind and strengthen talents. What is the solution you just mentioned? Is it also a means to imitate others?" Since the voice has already named me, I can only try to explain it to Miki.

As a tantric monk, his IQ will definitely surpass that of Einstein, but he should change the way and pace of his life instead of being a monk for the rest of his life.

Sanshu shook his head: "I understand everything you say, but I still think that I am born with a talent and must be of great use." Before I turn 50, I will travel all over Kyushu and then go back to Tibet to retreat. ”

It seems that he is a very stubborn person who is difficult to be persuaded by others.

"What the hell do you want?" the voice in the bamboo forest snapped.

"I want to rainbow into the sky and merge my soul and mind into the gods. Miki replied.

Rainbow transformation is the most revered way of death in Tibetan Buddhism, the deceased turns into a long rainbow at the end of his life, and his body is refined into a relic, which has nothing to do with the laity.

"Is the only purpose of your life to ascend to heaven? What about your responsibilities and obligations to this world? The temple where you belong has cultivated you to become what you are today, just to wait for you to become what you are today, and then leave a non-existent legend for the world? Master Sanshu, if every Tibetan Buddhist monk thinks like you, does not ask about the world, and only seeks self-detachment, then is there still a need for Tantra to exist? What is the difference between Tantric monks and those extremely selfish rich people in the world?" I asked repeatedly.

With great power comes great responsibility, and this is the truth of the enduring thaumaturgical realm.

If, on the other hand, the greater the ability, the more wealth and power are gathered, in a vain attempt to become the first person in ancient and modern times, what is the difference between it and the overlord of Qin Huang Han Wu, Tang Emperor Song Zu, and Genghis Khan?

Heaven gives all things to man, and man has nothing to respect God. In the long run, will the sky still rain rain and shine sunshine? Will the earth on which mankind depends for survival still have smooth winds and rains and calm waves?

I didn't know much about the Tibetan Esoteric before, but it was clear that the three trees had gotten into the horns of the bull, practicing for the sake of cultivation, and rainbowing for the sake of rainbowization, completely deviating from the bright path of thaumaturgists.

"I ...... the world I have fulfilled my greatest responsibility, and I have lived until now, and I am running for the world every day. The three trees argued.

"What about the results?" I asked.

"Running doesn't need results, the process is everything. Miki's forehead was sweating again.

I know that when he jumps out of the horns and looks at himself, he realizes the great fallacy of his mind. As a wise man, he should know what he is wrong without being pointed out. Now he sweats because he suddenly woke up, ashamed of his past desires.

"Say no more. I said.

"Don't say it, hehehehe......" The voice in the bamboo forest followed.

"Don't say it, don't say it—" Miki cried out in tears, swaying and falling into the stream.

The stream was not deep, only half of his body was soaked, as if it was going to "freeze" him.

I have lived in Qushuiting Street for a long time, and since I was a child, I have known how to use this posture to quickly calm down my fanatical mind in order to achieve the purpose of continuous thinking.

Sanshu is different from the Blue Devil Hand, His Majesty and others, he is a Tibetan secret, he has been educated to become a Buddha since he was a child, and he has an absolute boundary between good and evil in his heart. Even if the steel knife is strengthened, it will not cross the dividing line between good and evil.

Therefore, I believe that the result of his final thinking must be good, good, and beneficial to the world.

Tibetan secrets have been prosperous for thousands of years since the Tibetan king Songtsen Gampo, and are inseparable from its sincerity, kindness, benevolence, and love for others. Only on the basis of that kind of ideology can it be embraced by the Tibetan people.