Chapter 45: Cultivation Begins with Curiosity

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Warm sunlight shines through the woods. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The fruit hanging from the treetops exudes an intimate fragrance, not strong but enough to make people smell, that kind of fresh fragrance.

The meadow is full of countless flowers, one by one, one by one, one by one, all over the meadow, decorating the whole meadow.

The clear stream flows south from the north end of the forest, and the clear water is swam by a few small fish with bright colors and beautiful colors.

The sun shines on them.

And yet where the sun can't see it.

Under the mottled shadows of the woods, in the shadows of the turquoise leaves, there was a fruit that no one saw, falling from the clouds, and then lying quietly rotting under the leaves.

In the meadow near the woods, there was a pinch of loess, where flowers used to bloom, like the other flowers on the meadow, beautiful and delicate, and then a sheep came, and finally, the sheep left again, and the flowers left.

Under the tree, there was a little squeaky squirrel that was in pain.

Next to the tree, there was a scrawny old horse, waiting to die.

In the carriage, there was a teenager who was quietly driving the car, and he could only catch the car.

Finally, on the roof of the carriage, there was a young man looking into the distance, who was already dead.

Sunlight is never fair, just as natural selection has never been fair.

The revenant of that world will tell you what is unfair, the fruit that falls down from the treetops and loses everything will tell you what is unfair, and the gnawed flower will tell you what is unfair.

It's just a pity that they can't say anything.

Maybe you should look at fairness like this, then be treated unfairly, and then create unfairness.

Yin Huai stopped the whip in his hand and looked at the little squirrel, the old horse stopped, and it also saw the poor little fellow, and it snorted.

Poof.

It's light, it's small, and you may not hear anything in the cries of squeaky squirrels.

Yin Huai didn't hear it either, but he saw it.

It was a gray figure, small, but one size bigger than the little squirrel, and it was another squirrel.

A large squirrel.

The gray figure was very flustered, but there was still a little more calm in the panic. And the little squeaky squirrel was a little lower.

The squirrel went away, climbed up the tree, climbed to the place where the sun was shining, it was warm and suitable for healing, and the wounded little squirrel was very happy and left with a happy squeak.

Not far ahead, the handsome foal continued to run with cheerful steps, leaving only the silver bell-like laughter of a little girl.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the branches, and fell on the old horse's grinning teeth, and it snorted again.

Yin Huai used his hand to slightly block the somewhat warm and dazzling sunlight.

Xia He didn't look at the unseen scenery in the distance, and looked back at Yin Huai, who was also looking at him, and grinned.

The corners of Yin Huai's mouth also outlined an arc.

"Look, that's nature. ”

"Nature that doesn't give up a single plant of life easily. ”

"Everyone in the world talks about impermanence in the world, they all talk about the sorrow in the world, and they all talk about happiness in the next life. ”

"That practitioner is cultivating happiness in this life. ”

"Life is a practice that never stops. ”

"Cultivation is to cultivate people, and to cultivate life is to be satisfied. ”

"If you are so righteous, cultivation is the sword in your hand, and the sword cuts the evil in the world. ”

"It's so fair, cultivation is the scale on the table, measuring the right and wrong in the world. ”

"Cultivation is the perfection of life, and as for the practitioner, he is a perfect person, and he is a perfect person who cultivates life without regrets. ”

"The statement in the Source Sutra is very reasonable, but it is very cold. ”

"Then I read another book. ”

"A nameless and nameless book. ”

Xia He rubbed his fingers, even though he couldn't feel the presence of the temperature anymore, there was no way to read the book again. But he still remembers the book that had no name and no fame.

"It's a storybook, and there's only one story written in it. ”

"It's a story about caves and sunshine. ”

The protagonist of the story walks out of the cave and finds that the ghost on the cave wall that scares countless people in the village is nothing more than his own shadow on the cave wall. ”

"The campfire in the cave is warm, but it's a source of fear. ”

"As for those who are frightened by their own shadow, they are still in the cave, bowing down under their own shadow. ”

"As for the only one who was not afraid of his own shadow, he walked out of the cave. ”

He saw the warm sunlight outside the cave. ”

"Very few people have read this story, and those who have read it have just laughed and taken it as a lesson for the brave. ”

"Perhaps, this is the story of the origin of the practitioner. ”

Xia He blinked and smiled proudly at his cleverness.

Yin Huai, who was holding the horsewhip, continued to start to drive the car, and the horsewhip in his hand was whipped the old horse's back.

The old horse was in pain, and secretly made up his mind to throw down this flaunting little ghost on his body, as long as he was sure that the hateful young man was not there.

Seeing that Yin Huai ignored him, Xia He didn't feel embarrassed, it was better to say that he was already a little used to being ignored, especially after he became a ghost.

Yin Huai ignored Xia He, not because his words were not attractive enough, on the contrary, he listened to every word he said very seriously, and it was precisely because he was serious that he didn't see Xia He's smug smile.

The old horse was walking.

Xia He touched his nose, but there was nothing where he started, but he could only continue helplessly.

"The person who came out of the cave was the practitioners, they were just a bunch of brave people. ”

"Cultivation is a game that only the brave are qualified to participate in, and even if you have qualifications, it doesn't mean that you will be able to become a practitioner. ”

"It's like getting out of that dark cave, you still need to go through countless hardships and dangers, and you need to not be afraid of your own shadow. ”

"Or more importantly, you have to be curious about the outside world. ”

"It all starts with curiosity, and practice begins with curiosity, trapped by qualifications, and perfected by firmness. ”

This is called practice. ”

"The way of cultivating people. ”

Therefore, the path of cultivation is centered on cultivating people. ”

"To practice is to cultivate people. ”

"Cultivation begins with curiosity, curiosity about everything in the world, about the truth of the world. ”

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The story in the article should be read by someone, so I won't say more, it's a good story, I like it very much, so I moved here, I want to say that natural selection may be destined for the way we live, but I hope that in this story, the hope for the future drives us to try to live.

Maybe not right enough, but good enough, at least not so cold.

The practice in this article is born out of curiosity about the world.

The same goes for the ones out there.

Finally, good luck to you!