On the top of Yunding Mountain, the fairy mist is shrouded, the white clouds are kind, the green forest is surrounded, and the cranes are crying.

In a quaint hall, hundreds of boys and girls were kneeling cross-legged on the futon, all of them talking to each other in low voices with a hint of excitement on their faces.

The door of the temple was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a cyan robe, walked in and walked to the front. Instantly, the hall fell silent.

The boys and girls stood up and clenched their fists, bent down and bowed, "See the mountain lord." ”

"It's all out of courtesy. ”

He looked at the children with a serious expression.

"You're all looking forward to today's sermon?"

The boys and girls looked at each other, but they were silent.

Shaoqing, a boy who was usually quite bold, finally couldn't help but say: "Back to the mountain master, the disciples heard that the ancestor will preach today, is this true?"

"Of course it's true. ”

When the mountain lord heard this voice, he twitched the corners of his mouth, swallowed the words that had not yet been spoken, and bowed to the door of the main hall and said, "Welcome to the ancestor." ”

The boys and girls were stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted and bowed their heads and clenched their fists in the direction of the temple gate.

"Welcome to the Ancestors. ”

There was awe and excitement in his voice.

"Come on, come on, I'm the most impatient with these vulgar rites, so I'll be exempt. A purple shadow flashed as he spoke, and everyone looked up and saw a round "ball" beside the mountain lord.

'It's too rebellious, this is my own ancestor, this is my own ancestor, not a ball'. Everyone was shocked and quickly erased the thoughts from their minds.

After looking at it carefully, "Wow, the ancestor is so young!"

It turned out that the "ball" looked like no more than twenty-eight or nine, wearing a bright purple robe, with a black waist seal tied on its round belly, and a piece of white jade.

Fat is a little fatter, but it doesn't look ugly - the lips are a little thick, the corners of the lips are slightly hooked, the eyes that are not too big are bent into a slit with a smile, and the whole person looks very kind.

"Sit down. With a swing of his robe, he sat cross-legged on the front futon.

He glanced at everyone with a smile, "I'm in a good mood today, Ancestor, if you have any questions, you can ask." ”

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, but no one dares to be the first to speak.

In the end, it was the bold boy who replied to the mountain master's words that took a deep breath, clenched his fists and said, "Ancestor, what do you think is the Tao?"

He was silent for a moment: "Before answering this question, let me tell us why you are cultivating?"

The bold boy immediately replied: "To be strong." ”

"For the sake of justice. ”

Another boy, who looked burly and powerful, also spoke his mind.

With someone taking the lead, boys and girls gradually let go and expressed their respective goals.

"For the prosperity of the family. ”

"In order not to be bullied. ”

"For immortality. ”

“............”

Hearing the children's answers, he smiled and raised his hand, and the hall fell silent for a moment. Looking at the young faces, he said slowly: "Someone once told me that she cultivated for the sake of ...... Alive. ”

Everyone's faces were full of puzzlement, and they didn't understand why monasticism was related to living. Even if their goals are different, if you work hard to cultivate and then work hard to achieve your goals, isn't this the reason why everyone cultivates?

The bold boy couldn't help but ask what he didn't understand: "Why did that person say that cultivation is to live?"

"Yes, why?" he looked at the boy, "I also asked her this question, and she said that no matter what a person wants to do, whether it is to repay his favor or take revenge, he can only achieve it by living, and when he dies, there is nothing." She said it was good to be alive!"

After hearing this, everyone's hearts were shocked, "Yes, only if you are alive can you talk about it, what is the use of those goals and ideals when you die." ”

"Dare to ask the ancestor, who is the 'she' you are talking about? The bold boy asked excitedly.

"Hahaha," he laughed, "she's not just a great power, she's a legend!"