Difficult to see, impossible to observe.

He picked up the dishes and chopsticks, frowned and thought for a long time, and finally sighed, and fed the dish that was about to be cold to his mouth.

Thinking so much and doing so much, I can't see or hear.

Maybe it really exists, but it can only be counted as an existence in his eyes, and it is not known whether it is actually active in the outside world.

Not to mention how the rest of the things are interconnected.

Qi is fused with spiritual power and fetal breath, and the formation and appearance of these two are inseparable from the cultivation of spiritual energy.

It can be said that all these things come from the inspiration.

But not a single grass, tree, stone or insect outside the body can be compared with the eight poles of inspiration.

Unable to think through it for a while, Chen Yu had to suspend his reluctance to give up, and the sudden inspiration linked all kinds of different things in the past, and after barely doing this, he realized that he seemed to have a very superficial understanding of the world.

At this time, he couldn't help but remember the thin veil that he vaguely perceived when he had spent a lot of mental energy to perceive the microscopic details, the layer that covered the entire world, and now he thought that there might be something hidden behind it.

It's a pity that it can't be touched upon with the mental intensity at the moment.

It's not a difference in quantity, it's a qualitative one, like holding a handful of grass wool and trying to pierce leather.

"Eat, eat first!"

The people take food as their day, and then consider what they have or have after eating.

……

As the saying goes: all things have spirits.

Originally, when Chen Yu named the light particles floating in the sea of consciousness in his mind, he had the idea of a spirit that captured heaven and earth.

Ling, this word is by no means unfamiliar to Taoist practitioners, others may be ashamed to speak and half-understood, but in Taoism, the meaning of 'spirit' is far from being summed up in a few words and a few biased sentences.

Just from the word "living beings" that refers to billions of living creatures, we can get a glimpse of one or two.

And today, he will hide the things in the Qi, in the depths of the spirit, and in the dense aura, and call them by the same name.

It's not that there is any deep meaning, but he thinks about the connection between it and the spiritual machine, aura, spiritual liquid, etc., and it is not impossible to call it spiritual.

Or, spirituality?

He muttered, thinking it was okay, a single word was indeed a bit weird, and spiritual words were much more pleasing to the ear.

Immediately, his thoughts fluctuated, and he had praised the old man's grandson for his spirituality earlier at the foot of the mountain, and now it's okay, this word really can't be used indiscriminately in his place in the future.

After all, it seems that at present, the family of three who is really worthy of being spiritually rich is probably the spirit generation.

The aura nourishes the human body, the spiritual fluid matures the plants, and the spiritual genius transforms the living beings.

So what is the use of spirituality? Chen Yu has not yet figured out this point, but it is in spiritual consciousness.

No matter how bad it is, it will lean in this direction.

"I made another one that I didn't understand." He swallowed the last grain of rice and put away the dishes.

As you walk, you look around.

The flowers and trees, as well as the gravel and water tank, which were familiar to him in the past, seemed to have a thin layer of light and hazy in his eyes at this moment.

It's all imaginary.

Chen Yu shook his head, everything in front of him was gone, the pear tree was still the pear tree, and the dwarf pine full of pine nuts was not brewing, as for the largest water tank, the half-white did shine in the sun, but it was just a black fish basking in the sun.

It seems to be the same, but it seems to have changed something.

Animism? He didn't know if it was the case, maybe he would be able to see it with his own eyes later.

However, if spirituality really exists and is indeed related to spirituality, he may have to wait for his spiritual strength to reach a higher level before he can do this.

After lunch, I read the book as usual.

Since he no longer used Qi indiscriminately, he put down the magic formation that was wrapped around his body, and Chen Yu's time suddenly increased again, and he used to be like a huge ball of soft cotton stuffed with a bowl, but at this moment, he pinched out the water, but he was mostly free.

For a while, I didn't know what to do.

After reciting the Taoist scriptures and then flipping through the medical books for a while, he thought about it and took out a firewood knife and decided to go up the mountain.

Suddenly I couldn't stay idle, and I felt that my heart that I had managed to cultivate at the beginning seemed to be a little restless, and sure enough, people can't be idle.

Let's chop some mangosteen and just go and see the bamboo shoots.

Not long ago, he thought about using Qi to write words on bamboo tablets and engrave books, and this method is indeed a good way to carefully calculate, not to mention others, at least saving the effort of buying pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The mountain is high and the road is far away, and it is troublesome to go up and down.

Of course, the more important thing is that Chen Yu wants to eat bamboo shoot slices of meat, but there is no meat, and bamboo shoots and ginger slices are fine.

Boiling, stir-frying, stewing, you can also make soup, cut shreds and cold dressing after steaming, there are many ways to eat bamboo shoots, and you don't have to worry about not finding them.

"When the time comes, grind some yellow noodles and wrap a steamed bun filled with bamboo shoots."

Forget about the game, don't force it, unless there is really a fat rabbit who is stupid and planted under the stump, Chen Daguan doesn't have the time to run around with those creatures who live in the mountains and forests.

With a bamboo basket on his back and a hoe stuffed in the basket, he walked quickly into the mountain.

No more climbing up and down like you did at the beginning.

Step lightly on your feet, and your body is constantly moving.

There is nothing unusual about chopping bamboo, and the stupid rabbit who threw himself into the net naturally did not encounter it, but he accidentally landed on a bird's nest on the top of the bamboo.

It has long been abandoned, and only traces of filth remain.

Bamboo shoots can be dug in June, but he has not moved before, because the bamboo in this piece of Qingtai Mountain looks like there are spotted bamboos and bamboos, but the bamboo shoots seem to be slightly different from the previous life.

In my memory, the predecessor was dug once, and I remember it deeply.

And in October, the bamboo shoots are old again, so I chose this time, and August is just right.

The summer light is hot, and the bamboo forest has fine leaves.

The halo shattered on the top, sparsely casting shadows, Chen Yu drilled in and out several times, but did not dig a few bamboo shoots, but the bamboo beetles caught a handful.

The black and yellow carapace, the long thing that I don't know if it is the mouth or the nose, two thin whiskers poking out from under the eyes, and the head is round and oval, like a longhorn cow.

What catches people's attention is a pair of barbed hook feet arranged under the shell, which is not called or noisy, but is a little 'sticky'.

"I didn't expect there to be one in this world."

In the last life, when I was fishing and catching shrimp, I relied on these little ones to have fun in the summer - I wrapped a string around it, or broke off the sour vinegar spikes on the side of the road and inserted them into the foot segments. After letting go, the pair will hover back and forth in the sky.

Now he naturally can't do this kind of thing, and sour vinegar is also a kind of medicinal herb, and there is no trace of growth in Qingtai, otherwise he would not have no impression in his memory.

The big black and yellow beetle opened its two front chelas, the posture was very powerful, and then the wings shook and were about to fly away, Chen Yu did not stop it, and grabbed it to play together, so that it would not have to be divided into life and death.

Buzz Buzz –

One after another, a handful of bamboo beetles took off, leaving only a small one in his hand, climbing over the palm ravine to his fingertips.

"Oh yes, I remember it looks like a pest."

The last one also flew away, Chen Yu slapped his palm and remembered, when he was young, he seemed to have read a book that said that this insect eats bamboo shoots very quickly.

However, he glanced at the bamboo forest in front of him, it was still lush without him in previous years, and there was no need to draw snakes and do anything after him.

"Keep digging bamboo shoots!"

Lifting his hoe, he looked at the basket that had only been filled with a thin layer, and felt that he had to have at least ten of them today to make this trip in vain.