A moment ago, the delicious food that was still fragrant and overflowing, in the blink of an eye, emitted a foul smell. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info All the civil and military officials covered their noses, and even a jade plate, and threw away all the carrion inside.

Just as everyone was trying to find a way to avoid the stench, Surin quickly recited again:

"I can't eat when I stop throwing cups, and I draw my sword and look around. ”

Wow!

All the chopsticks on the table seemed to have spirituality, and all of them fell to the ground by themselves. Buzzing was the sound of a sword, and no one knew where Su Lin pulled out a sword at this time.

Holding the sword, looking around, the dazed feeling revealed in his eyes, but it was very resolute, making people look at it and unconsciously lower their heads.

"It's a good one to draw a sword, in this illusion, what Su Lin pulled out is not actually a sword, but a kind of scruple in each of our thoughts and hearts. Being content with the status quo and living in luxury is the wine and food mentioned in the previous sentence......"

Taishi Wu Jin couldn't help but clapped his hands and said, "How can you give up such a luxurious life? Why should you give it up? It is to seek your own breakthrough and be unsatisfied with the status quo." There is only one change that needs to be made...... Destroy the way to get this luxurious life, and stop throwing cups...... After losing all the chopsticks, he broke through all the obstacles and pulled out the sharp sword that he wanted to move forward bravely...... Looking around, with a determined gaze, who else can resist?"

This is a sharp weapon in the mind, this sword that is firmly grasped in Su Lin's hands. It is not a physical sword, but an illusion of thought, in this illusion, true and false, but it makes people dreamlike.

Following Su Lin's poetic thoughts, everyone frowned. As Wu Jin, the master of Fangcai, said, in such a state of life that is not satisfied with the status quo of luxury, in order to seek breakthroughs and changes, it is necessary to stop throwing cups and drawing swords and looking around.

So what's next?

After giving up such a comfortable and stable life, what kind of breakthrough will it be to pursue?

Blood!

There was an instant surge.

Everyone, who would be content with the status quo, and then die of old age day after day in the long years of time?

Is our life, our mind, at the time of creation, so that we may live and die?

If it is not broken, it will not stand!

This kind of thinking is the real idea of constantly transcending and pursuing the wonderfulness of life!

Wow!

The ideological illusion of the entire banquet suddenly began to crack, and everyone felt a wave of dizziness and biting cold. When they looked back on it again, Surin's third sentence came to them.

"If you want to cross the Yellow River, you will climb the snow-covered mountains. ”

In front of them was the surging Yellow River, more than a dozen miles wide, and everyone was forced to ride in a small boat. The Yellow River is superficially crossed, but in fact, it is a river of the heart, and it is the obstacle in everyone's heart that hinders their own thoughts from transcending.

Perhaps it is the desire for all kinds of rights and the exchange of various interests that make thoughts incapable of being innocent, and where can they be as innocent as a child?

What do you want to do!

There are obstacles.

To cross the Yellow River, the surging water is already a dangerous and difficult task. But now, as soon as the cold wind blew, the entire Yellow River was frostbitten.

Today, what everyone sees in front of their eyes is what Surin saw when he crossed the Yellow River. Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, but the boat that was moving on the river was suddenly frozen on the river.

In fact, it is not only the bed that is frozen, but also the vigorous blood, which is also being forced by the cold air hindered by difficulties.

In front of you, a high mountain suddenly appeared, and you were about to climb the mountain, but you encountered a cold air, and thick goose feathers and heavy snow covered the whole mountain.

How to overcome such difficulties and obstacles. One obstacle after another is in front of you, do you give up?

Faced with this situation, any official present seemed to feel the same way. Among them, who has not been enthusiastic and wants to rely on the power of their own thoughts to make a difference? Help the country, and even the entire human race, to stand on the top of the continent.

But what about then?

If the power of thought is insufficient, there is no possibility of realizing the ideal of life. Instead, he fell into the struggle of various interests and factions, and he could never maintain a hot-blooded childish heart.

"Thinking without evil" is the ideological realm in the "Book of Songs" that Confucius said, so once the mind is polluted, it can no longer be innocent. How do we introspect ourselves?

"Idle fishing on the river, suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun. ”

Immediately after that, Su Lin had just finished reciting, and the frozen Yellow River and the snow-covered Taihang Mountain disappeared in an instant. In front of me, there is a blue stream, the clear water of the stream, as innocent as a child's heart. Jiang Ziya caught the prince here, and a small boat came, around it, is the sun and moon hanging down, and the boat is sitting on the important minister Yi Yin.

In the same way, when encountering difficulties and obstacles, these two people can break and stand up, and when they are repeatedly dissatisfied, they can calm down, find their childish heart on the Bixi, and let their thoughts be innocent.

"It's hard to walk!

Many divergent roads, now safe. ”

A sigh again and again is Su Lin's heart, and it is also the unanimous emotion in the hearts of these civil and military officials at this time. How difficult is the road of life, how difficult, and complicated, where is the real road?

Cultivating thoughts, pursuing ambitions, keeping enthusiasm, and walking on the path of thought, but encountering so many wrong paths. There are thousands of avenues, which way to go, I am afraid that this is the most difficult choice that every Confucian scholar encounters when practicing his thoughts.

When Su Lin sighed, everyone raised their hearts to their throats, and in the wisdom of Zhihai, the sea of Zhihai's thoughts boiled in an instant, and suddenly bubbled up with all kinds of questions, wanting to know...... In this poem of Zhenguo, what kind of answer does Su Lin give to such a crucial question?

"There will be times when the wind and waves will go straight to the clouds and sail into the sea. ”

Without him, when Su Lin's last sentence was completely released as if he had accumulated countless powers, everyone was in front of them, and once again entered a sailboat, in front of them was the boundless sea, the long wind on the sea can make the sailboat break the waves, although you can't see the goal ahead, but in the vast sea, don't think too much, uphold this childish heart, think innocently, don't be blinded by luxury and stable life, you can finally reach the other side of the thought!

"My mind is innocent, I have a childish heart. Even though you have set up countless dangers and difficulties, what can you do about me? I will hang the clouds and sail straight to the ...... of the sea in no time."

After reciting the poem, Su Lin began to use his own thoughts to guide the ideological power of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military ministers.

Su Lin turned all his thoughts into a spear of thought, and directly pointed at Zhao Tian and others, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites. With the power of thought in the illusion, he questioned them in the sea of wisdom.

"Oh! no...... Surin, you ...... What if you use poetry and fantasy to deal with me, and I just want to harm you? Could it be that I, a dignified scholar of Hallym University, will be condemned by you? Even if I have a flaw in my mind, can you break through my wisdom sea?"

Feeling Su Lin's aggressiveness, Zhao Tian became excited, "Since you want to take advantage of this opportunity to punish me, that is also my chance." My soldier's thoughts are integrated into your poems, do you think they can really be controlled by you?"

With a bang, Zhao Tian grimaced his face, and the thoughts of the soldiers surged out of his wisdom, wanting to subvert the illusion and counter the poet Su Lin. But suddenly, his complexion changed drastically, and his whole body fell backwards like this, as if a mountain of tens of millions of pounds was pressed down in front of him.

"In this case, you have used this illusion to stimulate everyone's thinking about life and the Tao. Then concentrate the thoughts of these thoughts to punish me...... Surin, you're too ...... It's too insidious!"

Zhao Tian was dumbfounded, although his military thinking was powerful, and the civil rank of the scholar of the Hanlin University was several levels higher than Su Lin, but he was definitely not an opponent of the ideological power of so many officials present! Even if Su Lin only collected a small part of the ideological power leaked by everyone, the accumulation of this total amount was enough to completely crush Zhao Tian.

Burst!

Not only did Zhao Tian spit out a mouthful of blood, Zhihai began to collapse, but even some of the officials who followed him were also hurt to varying degrees, and their thoughts began to be burned strongly.

"You want to hurt me!" But I didn't expect it, and I didn't forget to settle accounts with you. ”

Su Lin looked at Zhao Tian, who was slowly crumbling in Zhihai, and said with a slight smile: "The heart of a childish child is the innocence of thought. I stick to my heart, even if you have the chance, you can't punish me. But in your heart, there are too many flaws, and your thoughts have been pierced by thousands of holes, and you are consumed by the desire for profit...... How can your mind reach the Great Dao, so I just need to follow your flawed hole and gently poke the ......."

Whoa......

The illusion around him began to fade away like fragments, and everything returned to normal. The Lama Temple is still the Lama Temple, the wine in the golden bottle is still wafting with a rich fragrance, and the delicacies on the table still make people swallow their saliva.

The music and dance began to play again, and everything seemed to return to the way it was before the illusion. But only Zhao Tian, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, was full of blood, and a huge depression appeared in the position of his eyebrows and minds, and he fell to the ground and died with a pop.