Hua gradually flew out and touched the space around her, as if she was in a formless and colorless nothingness.

There is a feeling that in this dim space, Hua Fei feels like a tiny speck of dust, floating up and down, swimming uncertainly, in the dark, a light bursts out, and Hua gradually Fei burrows out.

Tiny dust fills the world, small but endless.

In the world, where is there no dust? Born in the dust, and returned to the dust after death.

The breath turned into a wisp of fresh wind, caressing the forest, rustling.

It was as if falling into the water, and with the bubbling water, things were shaking at will.

In a moment, it turned around and drooped down from the edge of the cliff, and in an instant it shattered into countless splashes.

In the blink of an eye, he was already standing above the nine heavens. The whole world is so small at the moment, but a speck of dust is big.

Look at the bottom, there are thunder and clouds rubbing against the verdant mountains, and there are several neon hanging in the four fields of heaven and earth. There is also a red sunset into the valley. There is also a sky full of ice and snow that blocks the heavens and the earth......

Everything that is ordinary but unusual evolves in this heaven and earth, from awakening and growth to extreme prosperity to decline and destruction. The growth of all things is constantly going against the odds.

In the middle of heaven and earth, there is a broken thatched hut, Hua gradually Fei knows that it is the middle of heaven and earth, this is not an illusion, but a real feeling, as if this heaven and earth are in control of themselves.

What you see is what you do.

In an instant, the flower had come to the hut, which was empty and empty. There was dust that had not been swept for a long time, and a man in a water cloud robe, a man kneeling on a futon, stretching out his white hand to hit a basin.

Listening carefully, the Taoist muttered and sang, but he couldn't hear what he was reading, but with the rhythm of his beating, the dust in the room seemed to turn into a breath of life, flying up and down.

A middle-aged man in coarse white cloth with a blurred face

Hua Wanfei wanted to go over and listen to what the man was saying, but as soon as he got closer, he saw that the middle-aged man seemed to sense his presence, raised his head to look at him, and asked lightly, "What are you looking at?" ”

Hua gradually flew in shock, her eyelids jumped, and the whole person woke up.

I woke up, but I still couldn't move.

At this moment, a fluttering butterfly flapped its wings, flew over and quietly stopped on his hand. Myself...... It seems to be a cluster of flowers.

In the subtleties, the bright wings of the butterfly fluttered, and countless dust drifted away with the starlight like a flying breeze.

Fluttering again, a kind cool breeze caresses the face.

Another pounce, and the sky was cloudy.

Then with a pounce, a gentle drizzle fell from the sky, like a veil cover, like fog and confusion, and countless rain, mist and water droplets hung on his branches.

Then there was another flutter, and it was the wind, the flowers, the rain, the fog, the sun, the moon, the stars, the stars, the thunder, the lightning, the frost, the snow, the clouds, the glow, the sky, and the neon were everything.

In a breath, the four seasons pass, spring and autumn are gone, and life is full of prosperity and decline in the blink of an eye.

Then a butterfly fluttered up from the colorful flowers and flew away.

The realm of Taoist materialization.

[Zhuangzi Theory of Things]: "In the past, Zhuang Zhoumeng was a butterfly, and a lifelike butterfly was also." Self-metaphor is suitable for the will. I don't know how to do it. Oh Ran Jue, then Yu Ran Zhou also. I don't know if Zhou's dream is a butterfly? Butterfly Dream for the Week? Zhou and butterflies must be separated. This is called materialization. ”

Huang Mengjue's body cracked a golden crack, just like a crack in porcelain, and it returned to its original state in an instant, he showed a solemn look, turned into a trance, and finally his eyes lit up, and he muttered: "I see!" ”

Hua gradually flew and didn't know how long she had been reincarnated in the dream, as if she was in another world, but in fact, the reality was only ten breaths of time.

His consciousness was becoming more and more awake, but his body still couldn't move.

Huang Mengjue waved the sleeves of his robe at the flowers, and said: "According to the words of Buddhism, since the cause is planted today, then the future will definitely bear fruit. ”

"If necessary, you can come to Tianji Palace to find the poor Dao, the poor Dao Huang Mengjue, the Dao number: Millennium Xiaomeng."

Hua gradually flew to finally move, and he held back the words he wanted to say but couldn't say: "Stepping on a horse, I'll go to your uncle!" "I was depressed and depressed, and I was angry.

However, Huang Mengjue had already jumped into the sky, stepping on the huge bright moon and drifting away.

The clear moon, the empty and quiet night sky, passed down a poem: 'Like a monk with hair, like a vulgar dustless.' Dream within a dream, see the outside body. (Wong Ting-kin)

"A bullshit master." The flower gradually flew into his belly, and suddenly he remembered that before he fell asleep, it seemed that something was desperately drilling into his brain, was it the bead before? Gotta find that thing!

I searched all over my body, but I didn't find it, but I looked down and saw the letter from the neckline, and the word 'dream' on the envelope was twisted and complicated.

Annoyed, Hua gradually flew out the envelope and wanted to tear it to pieces, and it took all his strength to do it, but the envelope was like a cowhide.

Huang Mengjue's letter: If you encounter something that can't be solved in the future, then close your eyes and think about it, what moved your original intention at the beginning?

Tossing enough, the flower gradually flew tired and lay on the grass, still not knowing the whereabouts of the spirit bead, and gradually fell asleep.

******

Hua Weifei placed the envelope on the table, this time he opened the seal in an orderly manner, and gently pulled it out of the envelope, and successfully took out the letter.

Fan Duowen's old face also leaned over and looked at it intently.

The letter paper reads: Dream seed, bright moon and Tiantang.

It's still the dreamy font, like an ethereal inspiration that only appears in dreams.

Even if the old fritter Fan Duowen who has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, he can't help but sigh a good word, this calligraphy is probably only the old guys of Shouyang Mountain Confucianism can fight with it.

Fan Duowen leaned on the root of the tree, supported the root of the tree with one elbow, carried the wine gourd in the other hand, tilted his neck, and poured a sip of soju, remembering that he had been walking in the rivers and lakes for many years, and he couldn't help but recite the Tao.

Huang Mengjue's dream is very weird, I heard that many years ago, there was a demon who thought he was invincible, and Huang Mengjue was famous all over the world at that time. One demon and two people are both the strongest streams of the rivers and lakes, and the two realms of fantasy and dreams are also known as the world's first mysterious virtual realm, and the virtual realm is also a kind of state of mind.

The adversary was unconvinced, and wanted to test Huang Mengjue's dreams in order to prove to the world that his illusions were better than his dreams.

So the demon entered the dream realm of the Taoist innate Huang Mengjue, and then was trapped for a year. Defeated in the first battle, the devil refused to accept it, and went back to cultivate his mind hard. After many years, the devil regained his state of mind and stood at the peak again, still going to Huang Mengjue to compete. As a result, the rivers and lakes could no longer see the trace of this devil.

According to speculation, the first time the dream was tried, the demon was trapped for a full year, and the second dream attempt, it is estimated that the demon will not wake up until he dies.

Constantly reincarnating, trapped in dreams, but unaware, and finally the illusion of the state of mind has to collapse.

Since then, Huang Mengjue's dream realm has ranked first in the virtual realm of the heart, and he has a reputation in the world.

Hua gradually flew over and asked curiously, "What is the state of mind?" “

The drunken old man Fan waved the wine gourd in his hand and said, "You will know later, and I can't tell you what this is now." “

Hua Wanfei asked: "Old man, do you have it?" “

"No, it's not so easy!"

Tianji Palace Huang Mengjue, the road number 'Millennium Dawn Dream'.

Huang Mengjue's dream belongs to the category of state of mind, hundreds of years ago Confucianism was revealed, the theory of state of mind is also unprecedentedly brilliant, the most popular at that time is Lu Wang Xinxue, its representative is Lu Jiuyuan and Wang Yangming, one is the deep nine abyss, one is the supreme Mingyang, the two co-authored "Yuanyang Lu" covers the heaven and the earth of the state of mind theory, prevailed for a while, and even now although Confucianism is declining, Confucianism still has a huge impact on the world.

"Boy, if you are interested, you can go and see the Confucian classic "Yuanyang Lu" in the future, the state of mind is very mysterious."

Hua gradually flying: "Didn't you say a state of mind before that?" ”

"Just kidding, King Lu just drew up a state of mind and summarized the state of mind completely, but it doesn't mean that there was no mood before that, in fact, everything has a trajectory to be found before it flourishes. It already existed before the appearance of King Lu, such as Emperor Qin's domineering, Wang Mang's revolution, Emperor Wu's Tianjiao, etc., which can be said to be the source of everything, because the source of Dao is long-lasting and affects the most people. ”

Fan Duowen added: "It's just a pity that if a thing exists for too long, it will always deviate, and the current Dao Gate is." It's worrying. ”

Hua Yanfei pondered: "Then it means that before Yuanyang Lu, there were still relevant classics?" ”

After hearing this, Fan Duo was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "I also want to tell you the difference between martial artists and Taoist cultivators, compared with the same person, the difference is quite big."

One asks the avenue of heaven and earth, and the other pursues the cultivation of martial arts. The former pays attention to the word 'reason' of things, while the latter aims at 'martial arts'. The two cultivation paths are diametrically opposed, so it is difficult for martial artists and practitioners of the three religions to be confused, and the two are often diametrically opposed. ”

The realm of the mind has always been wonderful.

Old Man Fan asked suspiciously, "Have you really passed the dream of Huang Mengjue?" ”

Hua Wanfei nodded: "Well, it should be, anyway, I fell asleep, and I woke up naturally when I slept enough." ”

Old man Fan almost squirted out a sip of wine, and scolded at the fledgling flower: "I'll just hehe, you casually broke the dream of the first in the virtual realm?" And thou shalt go out and say this, and see how many of them believe thee? ”

Hua Feifei hurriedly skipped this paragraph, and then continued, must he be scolded to death by Old Man Fan?

borrowed the Lingzhu of that night, and made a funny comparison for a while, and hurriedly asked about related things.

"Just the snow-white beads, as warm as jade, the whole bead is round, and the beads are covered with flowing cloud lines, looming."

"By the way, what the hell is that pearl?"

Fan Duowen didn't even listen to Hua gradually flying over there, and described it indiscriminately, so he left his opinion, "Heavenly Spirit Treasure, or Demon Pill, or Elixir Elixir, it is possible, but it is not excluded that you will treat it as a treasure!" ”

The flowers gradually flew and smacked their tongues. Excluding the last one, a treasure of this level, if placed in a city casually, will cause a bloody storm.

Fan Duowen asked, "What about the beads?" “

Hua Wanfei was also depressed: "Later, I waved and touched it, and almost lifted the surrounding ground, but I still didn't find it, it seems to be lost?" ”

Fan Duowen smiled: "I can't keep the opportunity when I get it." ”

Hua gradually flew and muttered, "Didn't I learn to use qi to control things at that time? I'm so excited..."

Hmph, chuckling twice, Old Man Fan poured two sips of soju, and then he lifted his strength, and gave Hua Yanfei a heavy blow, "Bullshit, don't believe you try it now?" ”

After that, Hua gradually flew really unexpectedly, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't live or die.

Old man Fan looked at the sparkling waves and remembered Zhuang Ji's famous sentence: Floating life is like a dream, if a dream is not a dream, how is floating life, like a dream. (Zhuang Zhou)

In life, doesn't everything that has passed dissipate into nothingness and become a dream-like existence?

Old man Fan's love of drinking is also related to this, after getting drunk, he always has a vague feeling of living in a dream, gently swinging, so as to imagine like the poet fairy and wine fairy in the past, wanton rivers and lakes and then wanton landscapes, but he really lives too hard, he can't let go of this so-called heavy burden.

I don't want to let go, and I can't let go.

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In order to avoid confusion with historical figures, some of the names of the characters have been slightly changed