"Close your eyes and go upstairs!" Wang Zhenwu snorted.

I closed my eyes, and his thumb nails moved slowly in my palm, slowly drawing a folded line.

To climb the stairs, you have to turn repeatedly and follow the stairs upwards. At this moment, the length and angle of the broken line drawn by Wang Zhenwu are exactly the same as those of Deng Chaoran Tower. So, when all my attention was on his fingernails, it was as if I had the consciousness of "going upstairs" in my mind.

His nails were twisted and turned, and I felt like I had climbed seven floors.

"Looking to the northwest, the island in the middle of the lake, the area of the long causeway lotus pond. He continued to remind.

I silently turned to the northwest, unable to see, but the real scene on the surface of Daming Lake naturally appeared in my mind.

The old Jinan people know a lot about the grass and trees, water and stones of Daming Lake, after all, they grow up here day by day, and Daming Lake is like a pond at the door of their own house, which is very familiar.

"Looking" at the island in the middle of the lake, I felt in a trance that the shape of the island was like a hanging silk, and the area around the causeway was like a silk silk on the top.

"Pick up the mirror. Wang Zhenwu said again.

I was stunned, because there was no mirror in my eyes, only the blue waters of Daming Lake.

"That's the mirror, that's it, don't hesitate, pick it up!" Wang Zhenwu urged.

I settled down, slowly stretched out my arms forward, took Wang Zhenwu's hands, and grabbed the lake from afar.

The lake was liquid, and even if a pair of Djinn Palms did fall from the sky and grab it, the water would surely leak through the cracks of your fingers. What's more, being on the transcendent building, a few hundred meters away from the lake, it is impossible to reach out and catch it. Strangely, when my arms stretched to the limit, I actually felt the coolness of the lake.

Later, I touched a flat object, which was really a mirror.

In desperation, I took a step forward.

In an instant, I saw that there was really a mirror on the surface of the vast lake, bright silver, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

I'm used to seeing blue skies, and I've seen many unpredictable patterns of clouds, but this time the white clouds are extremely thick and form a large circle in the sky. To be exact, the white clouds have obscured the entire sky, leaving only a small circle in the middle. Just above the circle, I saw the shadows of the gods.

It feels like hundreds of gods are looking down at Daming Lake, or rather, they are not just looking down on a lake, but a city, a country, and a planet.

Since the shadows of the gods are cast on the lake, they must be in heaven at the moment. I subconsciously looked up, still with my eyes closed, trying to figure out where the gods stood.

"In the mirror is the appearance of God, and if you have seen it, why should you investigate its origin? If so, you have already fallen into the quagmire of ignorance. Wang Zhenwu said in my ear.

I suddenly woke up to the fact that this is indeed the case, as long as there is a picture here, it has lost its sincerity to trace back to the source. The Buddhas of Brahma in the West are all cultivators who see their shadows in the underworld, and tell good men and women that they are shaped according to those shadows, and they are statues of gods. If the practitioner is not satisfied with this and blindly pursues the true face of the gods and Buddhas, then it is really a matter of abandoning the basics.

The so-called gathering of the Buddhas of the Western Heaven to preach the Dharma is nothing but a means for the Buddhas to enlighten the world, and its purpose is to enable practitioners and good men and women in the mortal world to contemplate their own hearts and see themselves in the shadows of the Buddhas.

I saw that God did not worship each other, and ignored it, but I was bent on peeking into the face of the true God, and I was dying.

"I see. I said.

"I knew you would understand, but I didn't expect the epiphany to be so fast!" Wang Zhenwu sighed.

He didn't ask me what I understood, because that was what I had learned from the gods, the lake, and the giant mirror, and even if I told him, he might not have understood. In this case, he is the guide, I am the passer, as long as the guide is dutiful, and the passerby passes smoothly, it is enough.

"Well, then, open your eyes. He said, and then let go of my hands.

I took a step back and didn't open my eyes immediately.

At this moment, I had a new understanding. When I saw the Japanese sumo mural, I felt an indescribable disgust in my heart, and I wanted to pick up a sledgehammer and smash the mural and the shadow wall to pieces.

Japan is China's neighbor by a strip of water, but this small neighbor has brought great trauma to its people. Every year on the anniversary of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War on August 15, the streets of Jinan are full of parades and celebrations holding banners. In addition, when the anti-Japanese sentiment was at its worst, Japanese cars that drove on the street would suffer, and they would be beaten with rotten eggs, stinky tofu, and household garbage, just like rats crossing the street.

If humans can't control their emotions, they will have such excesses. People are not sages, and not everyone can control their emotions reasonably, appropriately, calmly, and rationally. There are always a few moments in my life when my emotions are out of control and my mind breaks down.

I was on the verge of losing control of my emotions just now, but under the guidance of Wang Zhenwu, when I saw the shadows of the gods and Buddhas appear, I immediately realized the "evil" in my spiritual realm.

Using "evil" to deal with Japanese culture is tantamount to another level of spiritual depravity, contrary to the "forgiveness, letting go, tolerance, and forgiveness" preached by the gods. There is a famous passage in the Buddhist fable of "sacrificing one's life to feed the tiger, cutting the meat to feed the eagle", which preaches to the world is dedication and doing good, and must not "fight violence with violence, stop killing with killing, and fight evil with evil".

Now, when the Dharma appears, it leads me to the right path of life with a broad mind and inclusiveness.

I opened my eyes and looked at Wang Zhenwu.

He was human, but not mortal, but a perfect man with great wisdom.

"Thank you for your advice. I bowed to the ground again.

"Don't thank me, I want to thank you. When you come, the burden on my shoulders will be lifted, and I will say goodbye to this filthy and filthy red world. You know, I've been desperately trying to turn back the ages in order to wait for you to show up. Look at the linden tree to your left—" He pointed to my left.

There are no large trees on the left side of the stone bench, only a one-foot-tall stump with a diameter of four feet.

Although there are many ancient and famous trees in Jinan City, it is rare to see more than four feet in diameter, and only one or two remain in Baihua Park.

The cross-section of the stump is densely packed with growth rings, roughly estimated to be hundreds of turns. In other words, it was once hundreds of years old. The felling of such an ancient tree is not a trivial matter, let alone a good thing.

"I forgot, there is no linden now, only a stump. Wang Zhenwu laughed helplessly.

I know that in ancient thaumaturgy, there was a "Hundred Years of Knowing and Countering Technique", which probably means that when a practitioner lives to be 100 years old, he takes some special means to bring himself into a stage of rejuvenation, from 100 years old and then reverses growth to infancy.

If the cultivator's mana is sufficient, this kind of reverse growth can be repeated repeatedly, and a person can live for several hundred years, which is equivalent to living with heaven and earth.

It is recorded in the "Zhuangzi" that the long-lived Peng Zu used this thaumaturgy to easily live past the age of 800.

"The seniors have profound spells, admire. I said.

We don't talk about the "100-year-old anti-reversal technique", but when he mentions the Bodhi tree, I already have a vague understanding of the inside story.

I realized that a hundred years could not wait for someone to be destined, so I could only risk death to activate the technique of reverse growth. This 400-year-old Bodhi tree is my magic guarantee, and I cut down the ancient tree and inject half of my life into it as a backup. At that time, I had a selfish intention, and if I didn't succeed, at least half of my life would be alive. Now, these insurance measures are useless, and I can die with peace of mind—" Wang Zhenwu laughed, laughing endlessly, but suddenly bursting out of breath.

I was taken aback and probed his large carotid artery, which was no longer alive.

The smile remained on his face, gradually solidifying, and no longer dissipated.

I was stunned for more than ten seconds, knelt on my knees, and kowtowed to Wang Zhenwu's body three times.

In such a short period of time, he taught me a lot, and used the thaumaturgy of "Tianyantong" to bring me to see the "Divine Aspect Water Mirror" at the core of Daming Lake. There is no master-apprentice between us, but there is a master-apprentice reality, and we should bow down to him.

"Thank you for the teacher's teachings, I am not talented in the summer, and I must devote myself to the prosperity of the country for the rest of my life. I whispered.

He told me that the example of "Jinan Garrison Capital" was a clever exposition of the truth of "patriotic dedication." The ancients have long said that the great man of chivalry is for the country and the people. To this day, this truth is still universal.

If half of his life is infused into the Bodhi stump, as long as he does it properly, he can still continue to resurrect, and continue to live in two, two, four, and eight parts like Peng Zu.

"Teacher, if you can hear it, release the other half of your life and come back to life again!" I whispered as I leaned over the stump of the Bodhi tree.

The age lines on the stumps are not clear, and some of the coils are so close together that they are impossible to count.

I looked at the tree stump and really didn't know what to do, so I could only get up and go into the courtyard and ask Zhang Quanzhong for help.

As soon as he turned the shadow wall, the cry of a baby croaking to the ground suddenly came from the west wing.

There were several men and women who shouted together: "It's good, it's great, it's finally born, it's a boy, it's good, it's a boy......"

I was stunned, looking at the carved door of the west wing, my legs were a little weak, and I could only lean back and stand still against the side of the shadow wall.

Wang Zhenwu had just taken his last breath, and a baby was born here. From the analysis of feng shui and physiognomy, it may be related to "reincarnation".

In the theory of the six realms of reincarnation, the reincarnation of the deceased is mainly near. In many cases, the left neighbor died, the friend neighbor gave birth to a son, the former neighbor died, and the latter neighbor gave birth to a daughter. The new and the dead always have some special physical association.

Wang Zhenwu died simply and neatly, as if he was in a hurry to be reincarnated, and ended his life in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Quanzhong came out of the north room, stood on the steps, and with me, looked at the door of the west house.

Soon, several stout women with sleeves rolled up came out of the door of the West House, giggling, discussing the process of giving birth as they walked.

There was another person behind Zhang Quanzhong, about fifty years old, with a short black beard on his lips and under his chin.

"Brother Xia, come here. Zhang Quanzhong beckoned to me.

I walked over, and he pointed to the person next to me and introduced me: "This is the son of Mr. Wang, the director of the Municipal Association for Science and Technology, Wang Yongbang." ”

Wang Yongbang, a very serious and boring person, glanced at me and nodded arrogantly.

"Brother Xia, the younger generation of thaumaturgists, the old Jinan people of Qushuiting Street, take care of me. "Zhang Quanzhong introduced me to Wang Yongbang.

Wang Yongbang was not enthusiastic, and he didn't even mean to shake hands with me.

"I'll take a look. He pointed to Westinghouse.

Zhang Quanzhong stepped back and gave way, and modestly stretched out his hand: "Please, please." ”

Wang Yongbang walked into the Westinghouse and immediately closed the door with his backhand.

"Mr. Wang is not at home, he went out for a walk early. We'll have to wait, anyway, Wang Yongbang said he's coming back soon. Zhang Quanzhongshu.

I shook my head: "Don't wait, Mr. Wang won't come back." ”

Zhang Quanzhong was stunned: "What?"

For some reason, I was a little disgusted by the surprise he had shown. As a thaumaturgist, you should have a keen sense of anything that happens in the outside world, even if you can't be aware of it, you should be aware of it later, not be ignorant and unaware.

His appearance was in itself a thaumaturgist's failure.

"Outside, but ...... But we'd better look at the newborn baby first. "I bowed to the Westinghouse.

Zhang Quanzhong became more and more confused, frowning slightly: "Brother Xia, what do you mean?"

I can only tell you bluntly: "Mr. Wang passed away outside, and less than three minutes after he lost his breath, the baby was born here." So I wonder if it has something to do with reincarnation?"