Song Ciwan saw the wonderful and colorful side of this world on Aunt Wen's boat.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, based on Song Ciwan's previous cognition, you really wouldn't have imagined that there were such people in this world.

She obviously lived in the most barren countryside, with no one to lift or teach, and even on all sides of her there may be all kinds of shackles that no one can see, but are accustomed to.

Song Ciwan asked Aunt Wen: "Auntie, you paint so well, didn't anyone praise you before?" ”

Aunt Wen replied with a smile while rocking the boat: "What are you boasting about, you shouldn't eat or wear, painting this thing will delay time, and it will cost charcoal and cloth." Hey, those people in my family, it's good to see me or not, where can they praise me? How can it be? ”

Speaking of never being praised, although there was a sigh in Aunt Wen's tone, her expression clearly carried a kind of open-mindedness that she was accustomed to.

Perhaps no one has ever praised her paintings so sincerely and warmly, and Aunt Wen has a desire to talk.

After opening the chatterbox, there was no need for Song Ciwan to ask more, she herself said: "When I was young, my grandmother asked me to go to the stove to light the fire, I squatted on the side of the stove, and when I saw the blackened firewood, I couldn't help but take a firewood stick and draw a villain on the side of the stove."

At that time, the most beautiful girl in our village was the youngest daughter of Sun Tongsheng's family, and I loved to paint her secretly.

At first, I didn't like to draw like it, but my grandmother scolded me for drawing ghost talismans, and scolded me for not lighting a fire well, and chased me from the head of the village to the end of the village with a broom. The people in the village laughed at me, saying that I was born like a firewood stick man, and I also loved to draw firewood stick people, and I was ugly and wanted to be beautiful!

Little lady, I won't tell you ......"

Speaking of this, Aunt Wen's face showed a little shame again, and said: "I also have shame, even if I can't help it, it's not good to draw in front of people." At most, they quietly hide in the sand, in the mud...... Draw a picture of the various places where people are backed.

Even if someone bumps into me painting, I don't admit it, my grandma beats me, I hide, my aunt scolds me, I'm ...... The left ear goes in and the right ear goes out. Now, I have become someone else's mother, someone else's milk. My eldest son is 20 years old, and my youngest grandson is 2 years old!

When I was young, because I loved to paint, my man couldn't help but want to do it to me. As for me, I don't scare him, I just do with him. The two of them fought every day, and after doing too much, he couldn't control me, so he sighed.

sighing at a lover all day long, who can bear this? Then I'll just do, then I'll just have to hide from drawing! Nowadays, my daughter-in-law has given birth to a grandson, she is also busy, she is also difficult, there is a lot to do at home and outside the home, no, she is not used to seeing my love of painting.

I thought about it and finally found a way to make a living. I, just find a boat, take my little girl to hide on the boat to paint, can paint, can fish, sometimes also carry passengers, earn three melons and two dates, and take home the entry, finally be able to have an explanation for this big family! ”

She talked endlessly, and because she saw that Song Ciwan listened carefully, she spoke very energetically.

What kind of listeners are the most open to you?

If you think about it, it doesn't have to be the kind of sentence that can be responded to in words.

Song Ciwan is so late at such a moment, his expression is serious, he listens to every sentence, there is warmth in his eyes, and there is kindness in his eyes, and sometimes it is easier to hit the heart of the confidant.

Song Ciwan received two groups of Qi from Aunt Wen one after another while listening: [Human desire, mortal love, depression, and persistence, four catties and one tael, can be sold. 】

[Human desire, mortal suffering, confusion, and persistence, three catties and two taels, can be sold. 】

……

It turned out that Aunt Wen's heart was not as open-minded as she was at the moment.

There is a lot of depression and confusion in her heart!

It's just that she has pressed all the bitterness in her heart deeply, and this natural self-explanatory ability can even be called superior to most cultivators in the world.

On the path of cultivation, whether it is practicing martial arts, cultivating immortals, or studying and cultivating Buddhism, it is inevitable that you will experience the refinement of various moods.

It's just that different paths may have different requirements for the state of mind, and the direction is also different, so there is no need to repeat it here.

At this moment, Song Ciwan sighed that there were too many cultivators in the world who couldn't reconcile their state of mind, so that in the future, they would either cultivate to never advance, or wither and die early-

These are all good, but the most terrifying one is that the righteous path goes into evil and demons!

can't escape the greed, hatred and hatred in his heart, can't escape the obsession entanglement in the depths of his consciousness, and finally embarks on all kinds of terrifying paths.

Song Ci has seen too many such people, whether they are high up like the second son, or the countryside folk, such as the skeleton monk in Gujia Village.

Or maybe it's a little bit older, those creatures who have been obsessed with all kinds of demonic thoughts in the Phantom City......

Enlightenment requires great perseverance and great wisdom. People's hearts and minds can have thousands of changes in a moment, not to mention how many changes there will be in people's minds under the entanglement of life.

To maintain a pure original intention and love, not to bow down because of the world, not to be polluted by anger, not only to survive in the confrontation, but also to integrate into life, this is how precious and rare!

No wonder the sages wanted to say that it is better to read thousands of books than to travel thousands of miles, Song Ciwan only felt that what he saw and encountered on the road at the moment was really better than listening to countless stories and reading hundreds of thousands of scriptures.

As the saying goes, seeing the sages and thinking together, it is like this.

Song Ciwan listened to Aunt Wen and received several of her desires, but these were not Song Ciwan's real gains.

It can even be said that these insignificant gains are actually completely worthless to Song Ciwan at this moment.

The Heart Sutra flowed silently in her body, and Song Ciwan only felt that there had never been a moment in this exercise that was so round.

In her body, in her meridians, and even in the depths of her soul, it was as if many dark wounds had been healed.

Although before this, Song Ciwan had never felt that she had suffered any secret injuries, or rather, she had never noticed that some of the injuries she had suffered in the past had accumulated on her body and had not healed.

But in reality, the injuries are real.

Whether it was the various physical injuries she had suffered in order to cultivate the Thunder Fire Devouring Body Technique, or ...... Along the way, the things she had heard, seen, and experienced left traces on her heart—

Yes, she's not as indestructible as she once thought she was.

When she first washed the demons, she saw all kinds of human tragedies, although she warned herself to protect herself, but there was no sadness in her heart?

When she turned into a divine messenger, she saw all kinds of human suffering, and she also followed the principle, only caring about what she could reach out to in front of her, and only saving those who had the heart to save herself, but how difficult the world was, how could she not be touched by being born as a human being?

As for what happened later, it is needless to mention.

People want to learn to mature, it's not that people don't like naivety, it's just that this world can't tolerate naivety.

Song Ciwan said: "Auntie, from childhood to adulthood, and even now over half a hundred years old, you still have to be subject to all kinds of controls, don't you feel sad?" ”

Aunt Wen blinked, as if to blink a little dryness from the corners of her eyes.

She laughed and said, "To be honest, it's not without sad times. Sometimes I thought I would just leave the whole family behind and run away with my little daughter to a place where no one would control us anymore.

From now on, I can draw as much as I want, and my sister-in-law doesn't have to be disgusted by her sister-in-law......"

Speaking of this, Aunt Wen seemed to be speechless, and her tone paused.

Then she said: "But this can't be done, now in this world, we can be regarded as a rare peaceful realm." He who eats by water does not die of hunger, and he is better than many poor people!

Besides, I just have this little strength, and my Nizi is a villain, so what's the good of going out? Outside, it's a demon and a demon, and what kind of ghost is it, what can I protect her? I can't even protect myself!

Hey, it's been most of my life, and that's it. It's nothing, but I'm still secretly painting on this boat. ”

Speaking of this, Aunt Wen laughed even more happily, laughing like an old child who had stolen honey, an old child who seemed to be simple and clumsy, but was actually extremely dexterous.

Perhaps life is full of shackles for her.

These ubiquitous shackles are like pieces of heavy mud, dragging her, pulling her, trying to sink her forever in the dark, unable to poke her head out and grow freely.

But even so, it seems that she can always see colors in her eyes that are not in the black and white world.

She struggled to reach out of her own bud in the deep darkness, and quietly blossomed her own flowers in the barren soil, where no one could see.

Her struggle is also invisible, it seems to be quiet, there is no earth-shattering confrontation, and there is no wonderful story that resonates with the heart, but this kind of intangibility is so ordinary and powerful, so gorgeous and colorful!

Song Ciwan once deeply recognized a passage:

If the sky is dark, then survive in the dark;

If it is dangerous to make a sound, then keep silent;

If you feel powerless to shine, then crouch in the corner;

But don't get used to the darkness and justify it;

Don't be complacent about your own stubbornness;

Don't mock those who are braver and more enthusiastic than yourself;

We can be humble as dust, and we cannot be twisted like maggots!

Song Ciwan has seen too much darkness and distortion in this world, whether it is a human, a demon, a treacherous, or a demon, they have all become unrecognizable due to the entanglement of the world, but in this world, there will never be a shortage of those who really know how to love!

From now on, she may continue to stick to her principles. On the premise of self-preservation, we only do what we can to be kind.

But she thought that with such a precious encounter, at least she should be able to guarantee that she would never be numb!

When she looked up at the skies of this world, she would always see a ray of light in the darkness.

The Heart Sutra flowed silently, and the second layer of the mind was practiced by Song Ciwan to the extreme, and unconsciously formed a state of harmony and overflow.

A strong feeling that he was about to break through to the god struck again, and Song Ciwan tried his best to suppress it.

Until the existing demonic qi is sold, it is impossible for her to break through in short.

If you break through early, wouldn't the hundreds of thousands of years of life that might be offset be in vain?

What's more, her dantian is still not filled, so it is impossible to break through, so she can only suppress it again and again, so that the foundation is a little stronger.

Song Ciwan asked: "Auntie, your paintings are so good, didn't you ever think of selling your paintings for money before?" ”

At this question, Aunt Wen was stunned and said, "Sell paintings for money?" ”

She showed an incredible look on her face, and she couldn't even care about shaking the boat, so she hurriedly freed up one hand, and hurriedly waved her hand and said, "Ouch, little lady, you are really too high-minded, I ...... It's just a boast of my painting, where can others see it? ”

Saying this, Song Ciwan suddenly asked: "What others don't look down on, but I praise and praise, what does aunt mean, is it that my vision is far inferior to others?" ”

Aunt Wen immediately hurried: "Ah, little lady, that's not what aunt meant!" Whew, you, you, how can you think that? That's not what I meant, no......"

Song Ciwan immediately smiled: "What does that aunt mean that the vision of others is far inferior to mine?" ”

Aunt Wen: ......

She didn't know how to answer for a while, so she could only hold the oar with her left hand and wipe it on her headscarf with her right hand.

Then he changed his hand, and then he put his right hand on the oar, and wiped and wiped his turban with his left hand.

The scales resurfaced and collected a ball of her qi: [Human desire, mortal joy, joy, and shame, four catties and three taels, can be sold. 】

Song Ciwan smiled slightly: "That's the case, others are far less than me." Auntie, are you willing to sell this painting? If so, how about I pay for it? ”

Aunt Wen said "ah": "Little lady, don't tease me, my painting, you see that this canvas is all made of rags, and I don't have any ink or color, all with a few charcoal branches to scribble." It's a little bit like it......"

Speaking of this, she gritted her teeth, stomped her feet and said: "Little lady, I won't hide it from you, not long ago, in fact, I, in fact, I quietly entered Huijiang City and tried to sell paintings." Those who look at the paintings, no one laughs at me...... Oops, anyway, you don't want to buy it, this painting is not worth anything!

If you really like it, I'll give you a few...... No, one, just one! ”

As soon as the words fell, Aunt Wen's face was flushed.

Song Ciwan only said: "Auntie, you underestimate yourself too much. One day, these paintings of yours will be priceless. I look at you, you refuse to sell me, it's not because you don't think you can paint well, it's obviously reluctant to sell!

Auntie, you make a price, otherwise I don't believe you are willing to send the painting. ”

Aunt Wen said "ah" again: "This, this ......" She was stunned and stretched out five fingers at Song Ciwan.

After stretching five sticks, she hurriedly retracted two more, and finally gestured three fingers in front of Song Ciwan.

Song Ciwan took out three small silver ingots from her storage bag, and she said, "Thirty taels or one?" How many are you willing to sell? ”

(End of chapter)