Read the book a hundred times, and you will see its meaning. It's just that some people only need ten days, and some people need half a year, there is really nothing to say about this comparison, just like Tang Thirty-six said, that girl often leaves people with nothing to say, Chen Changsheng naturally had no choice but not to speak.

But for some reason, Shuang'er was unhappy when she saw Chen Changsheng's silence and even Mu Ne's appearance, or did she always think that since you and Miss have a marriage contract, even if your strength is far apart, you should at least show some will or ambition?

And in her opinion, if it weren't for the letter written by the young lady from Nanxi Zhai, Chen Changsheng would only be afraid that he would not know whether he was alive or dead, where would he still have the opportunity to enter the National Education College and sit on the clean floor to study and practice?

Frost looked at him and shook her head, took out a thin piece of letter paper from her bosom and handed it over.

"Now that you have a rare opportunity to practice, you should cherish it more. Start from the basics, be down-to-earth, don't always think about some crooked ways, and don't always pin your hopes on others, especially women. She didn't know what to think, and said sternly: "Cultivation, it's not that simple, even if there is no hope, I hope you don't break the jar, do you understand what I mean?"

Chen Changsheng took the piece of paper, stunned, didn't understand what she meant by this, and thought to himself that he was hiding in this cemetery-like academy to study and practice in silence, could it be that the Divine General's Mansion and that Miss Xu still felt that they were a bit of an eyesore?

Outside the library, the sun was high in the sky, and the leaves of the trees were tumbling, scattering the falling light into many spots. Fortunately, it was still early spring, the weather was not too hot, and the paper carried the fragrance of her daughter's home, but there was no sweat.

Chen Changsheng looked at the four words on the paper and was silent for a long time.

"It's good to do it yourself. ”

The handwriting on the paper is relatively delicate, but it is not amazing, and the strokes are very straight, looking a little naïve and cute, he guessed that these four words should be written by the young lady of the Xu family from the far south, but he can't connect the girl who wrote such a clumsy handwriting with the rumored genius girl.

He understood the meaning of these four words, and even more so as to faintly see the expression of Miss Xu when she wrote these four words, presumably she must have had indifferent eyes at that time, frowning slightly, a little impatient, a little unhappy, and more indifferent.

She wrote four words to him, in fact, the key is that one word, the word "self".

Self is oneself.

You live on your own.

You read the book yourself.

Practice on your own.

You eat and drink well by yourself.

Chen Changsheng thought quietly for a while, didn't think much about it, put the note in his sleeve, stood up, walked to the bookshelf and began to look for the forty-nine books on the back cover of the "Treatise on Washing the Marrow". While searching, while thinking about what Frost Yahuan said earlier, her brows couldn't help but wrinkle, and the speed of her fingers moving between the books became slower--it really only takes ten days to read so many books a hundred times?

Students should use the knowledge and wisdom in these books to open their minds and solidify their understanding of the worldly realm, so as to strengthen their own souls.

This is a purely spiritual practice – since the Heavenly Book came into the world, human beings began to practice, and the first step of contemplation was in this way. Either because countless predecessors have summed up that this method is the most efficient and has the highest success rate, or because words are the only carrier of ideas, then if you want to use the thoughts of your predecessors to help your thoughts become powerful, you must naturally use the bridge of words.

Since this method is used, the forty-nine books in the remarks of the "Treatise on Purifying the Pulp" are naturally the forty-nine books that are recognized by human society as the most capable of helping to condense the divine consciousness, and they have not changed since the specific bibliography was approved by the state church in 1582.

Chen Changsheng walked beside the bookshelf to look for it, Rao was very familiar with the sequence of books, and it took him half an hour to find the forty-nine books, and then all of them were moved to the floor next to the window, and arranged in order.

He did not start reading immediately, but went to Baihua Lane to have a vegetable soup and rice, and rested on the lawn by the lake with dense trees for half an hour, until he was satisfied, and then walked back to the library, picked up the first book and began to read.

When he was looking for books before, he had already determined that he had not read these books through the titles, and while he was a little regretful, he was also very curious about what these books were written about, and they could actually help human beings condense their divine sense.

The first book he picked up was called "The First Explanation of Pumen", and he confirmed that he hadn't read it, so when he opened the book and saw some familiar sentences, he thought he was dazzled, just like in the Tiandao Academy exam.

The book was thin, but he felt a little heavy. He looked at the contents of the book in a daze, and found with some amazement that he had already read these contents when he was four years old, and more precisely, he had memorized them backwards.

It's just that in the old temple in Xining Town, this book is called "Baopu Sutra".

He was a little surprised, because it seemed to be back at the assessment site of the Heavenly Dao Academy. He thought that such a good thing could not appear all the time, but he didn't expect it to really appear again, which made him a little trance, and it took a while to wake up.

After waking up, he quickly opened the second book.

The name of this book is called: "Tianshu Ling Zanfu Collection"

Quickly flipping the pages like a breeze blowing a book, he quickly confirmed that he had read this book himself, and those hymns after the former sage Guan Tianshu Mausoleum were all in his mind, but when he read these poems in the old temple of Xining Town at the age of five, the name of that collection was "Shihualu".

Chen Changsheng was silent for a moment and opened the third book.

Still so.

He had also read this book, but it had a different name than the one he read when he was a child.

Book 4, Book 5...... He took a quick look at the forty-nine books to make sure he had read them all.

Is that so?

Is this still a surprise? Chen Changsheng picked up the "Treatise on Washing the Marrow" again, and was silent for a long time, silently thinking in his heart, the corners of his lips had been raised at some point, his eyes were squinted like a galaxy flowing, and he was full of smiles.

He remembered what Frost had said when she left.

"Cultivation is not that simple. ”

He looked up, only to see the light and shadow at the door of the library, and the breeze was blowing, but there was no one there, and he couldn't help but feel a little stunned—if the little girl was still there, he really wanted to tell her that he really seemed to be able to condense his consciousness faster than your young lady.

But he immediately thought that Xu Yourong had read the forty-nine books a hundred times to see the true meaning, and he was only four years old when he succeeded in condensing his divine sense, and the little pride he had just given birth to suddenly dissipated, and he laughed at himself, thinking that it was really not interesting.

The next thing is to use the method above the "Treatise on Cleansing the Marrow" to transform all the words engraved in the mind and the information attached to the words into the nutrients of his powerful divine soul, and then condense his divine consciousness in one fell swoop.

Anyone else, at such a critical moment, will probably continue to go down. But Chen Changsheng glanced at the skylight and found that the sun had already moved westward, and the twilight was getting thicker, so he put down the "Theory of Washing the Marrow", packed up the books on the floor, and walked out of the library.

It's time for dinner.

......

......

Because you have to eat dinner, you can ignore the opportunity to change your life at your fingertips. If this is self-discipline, it is inevitably too harsh and cruel, more like a kind of masochism, but it can also be said to be a kind of self-confidence, because he believes that the opportunity will not slip away.

From the admission assessment of the Heavenly Dao Academy, to the rediscovery of these forty-nine volumes of books in his mind today, Chen Changsheng has been able to determine some things-Master has already laid all the foundations for him to practice, and Master is really not an ordinary Taoist.

The road of cultivation is long and long, and he and Senior Brother Yu Ren have studied the Taoist Tibetan since childhood, and thousands of books are in their chests, which means that he has set off a long time ahead of others, and he has already walked thousands of miles, so it is natural that he will reach the other side before others.

Chen Changsheng has always been very confident, and now that he has determined these things, he is even more confident. At this time, the twilight is getting thicker, and the remnant sun is fading, but in his more open mind, there is a red sun rising, where can he worry about the darkness ahead?

After dinner, he returned to the library again, boiled a pot of boiling water, brewed a cup of flower tea bought in Baihua Lane, sat cross-legged, meditated for a moment, and his eyes slowly swept over the forty-nine volumes of books that were neatly arranged, and finally fell on the "Treatise on Washing the Marrow".

The words in the book, floating from the deepest part of his mind, came back from his childhood memories, became extremely real, and then gradually released a certain breath, following the method of the first part of the "Treatise on Washing the Pulp", and constantly blended in the world of his thoughts.

Many years ago in the old temple, he had already completed enlightenment, and what he had to do at this time was to consolidate his knowledge.

He closed his eyes, thought quietly, and then gradually forgot to think.

The so-called clear mind is not so complicated.

It's just a blend of four words.

Time gradually passed, and in the wetland outside the library, the croaking of frogs sounded at some point.

It's still early spring.

The night is getting darker, the stars are getting brighter, and the people in Kyoto are bustling.

The Anglican College of One Man is still so quiet.

The oil lamps in the library are faint, but they never seem to go out.

Suddenly, there was a soft buzz in the hall.

The voice came from between heaven and earth.

There is a wind blowing around the building.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, his eyes were a little confused, and then gradually calmed down, and finally he was filled with joy.

In one day and one night, he condensed his consciousness and succeeded.

Practice, it turns out that it is so simple.