Shi Ji closed her eyes, Tao Taoran recalled the intoxicating charm of the truth, and after a long time, she opened her eyes, and then she smiled and said to the young man: "It's wonderful, your state of mind to watch fish." ”

The beautiful boy who had been standing quietly by the river like a beautiful woman naturally accepted Shi Ji's praise, and clearly expressed his meaning in six concise words: "You didn't lie this time." ”

Shi Ji bowed slightly, smiled wordlessly, and she didn't know how to answer the young man.

What she didn't expect was that the young man's next words were even colder, and the young man looked at Shi Ji with a serious expression and said, "Fake is fake after all, your state of mind is too fake!"

Shi Ji's face changed, and she denied what she was most proud of to an unusually confident person, it was more painful than slapping her face, Shi Ji's expression did not change, but her eyes were much deeper, and she smiled coldly: "Fake? too fake? Hehe, if I hadn't let you out, you wouldn't know where to cool off." ”

Shi Ji didn't exaggerate this at all, she could completely trap the boy in her mind as a fish, the fish would never die, but she couldn't get out, and she didn't even know who he was, he would just be a lost fish.

It's not the first time Shi Ji has done this kind of thing, before she got lost, she trapped the god of Qianhu Lake in her state of mind, the old clam spirit counted pearls day after day, year after year, never to get out of trouble, and finally was sucked dry by the stone needle A body of essence blood, it can be said that he died in an unknown way.

The young man was angry by Shi Ji's words, his calm breath fluctuated a little, his face was a little red, and the young man stubbornly argued: "Even if you can trap me, your state of mind is not good, cultivate your mind and cultivate truth, your state of mind is very large and wide, but it lacks reason and has no vitality." ”

"Oh?" Shi Ji raised his eyebrows, and retorted without changing his face: "Cultivating the mind and cultivating the truth, that is just your family's words, not enough to rely on." ”

The young man suddenly stopped talking, he shook his head with some disappointment and said: "You are wrong, this is not my family's words, but countless powerful Taoist theories, it turns out that you don't know how to cultivate the mind, the mind cultivator realizes the truth and cultivates the truth, what are you cultivating? Is it just cultivating an empty field?"

After speaking, the young man no longer paid attention to Shi Ji, the young man bent down to lift the green bamboo chair, turned around and walked to a green bamboo house not far from the river bank, he was not interested in Shi Ji and everyone behind Shi Ji, they were not as good as a fish in his eyes.

The young man who watched the fish, but Shi Ji was silent, her Dao heart was shaken, and the 'Taichu Dao Heart' that she was proud of was completely denied by the young man, and it was degraded to nothing.

Is there anything sharper than a 'you're wrong'?

No.

If you are wrong, it means that you are on the wrong path, on the wrong path.

"Am I wrong?" Ishiki asked herself, and then she shook her head, "I'm not wrong!" She came to the conclusion with extreme conceit, she had always believed that her things were the best, even if it was one of her hair.

The right and wrong of the path of cultivation is not judged by a certain person or a certain group of people, but needs to be proved by oneself.

Obviously, she Shiji is going farther on this road than watching fish.

But it is undeniable that many of Guanyu's views are very touching to her, such as what he pointed out: false, big, empty, Shi Ji knows very well that there are many problems in her state of mind, but whose state of mind is perfect?

No one is perfect, the human heart is not perfect, how can the state of mind be perfect, the cultivation of the Tao and the mind, is just the cultivator's perception of the external scene to modify the inner scene of the powerful soul.

Thinking through this, Shi Ji sighed easily, she looked at the green essence house in the distance and smiled, she decided to come to the mermaid tomorrow to discuss, today she was obviously blindsided.

Shi Ji looked back and saw that everyone was looking at her cautiously, especially the boundless old way, which could be described as worried.

Lao Dao stiffened his head and said with a flattering smile to Shi Ji: "The fish boy has that stinky temper, and Taoist friends should not be like children." ”

Shi Ji smiled and said, "Boundless Daoist, it seems that you have no status here!"

In the old forest, the quiet boy is just that, from the little monkey hanging upside down on the tree, to the lifeless little girl who pokes the ants, and then to the current fish-watching boy, no one has taken care of Wuyan, it can be said that he has not been taken into account.

The Boundless Old Dao smiled without any thoughts, and said: "They are all children who have grown up with old decay, and they still care about what to do, the children are busy practicing, and they are all serious things." ”

"Ancestor, they were all brought up by you, then they are too unruly, and they owe a lesson!" Yu Ding said with an unhappy expression, he had great respect for the ancestor of the Boundless Old Dao.

Lao Dao waved his hand disapprovingly: "Housheng, you don't understand, when I explain it to you, you won't blame them." ”

The good temper of the old way makes everyone feel strange, where is there a high-level monk who compromises in front of the low-level monk, the cultivation of the old way is far more than everyone in the valley, according to Shi Ji's judgment, the boundless old way should be a half-step demon handsome.

But an old man who cultivates like this acts but tolerates everywhere, many times he acts based on people's faces, and his caution is a little too much, and he is not worthy of his identity as a major repair.

There must be a story in this.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the old road stopped in front of a thatched hut that was some years old, and the pillars of the hut were full of cracks, apparently the thatch that had been exposed to the wind and sun for a long time, and the thatch spread on it was covered with moss and weeds.

"Fellow Daoists, please come inside, please come inside. "Lao Tao is very polite and polite to let everyone into the house.

Shi Ji held December's little hand in front, followed by Yuding Huanglong, the little black dog Xiaotian was isolated at the end, and Xiao Qingluan kept soaring in the sky.

The four walls of the house describe the endless old hut, except for a stone table and a stone bench around the stone table, empty, but fortunately it is large enough that so many people standing in it are not crowded.

"Sit down, everyone sit, Ling'er, you go to the back and pick some fruit. ”

"We don't eat fruit. ”

As soon as I heard the fruit, the faces of the guests, big and small, changed, and they all felt constipated and wanted to vomit.

That terrible memory came back to my mind, a supernatural giant sat on the bow of the ship full of seaweed, staring at them expressionlessly, with a cold word: "Eat!" They were all supported by the mountains of fruit and rolled their eyes, but they didn't dare to resist, swallowing with tears, thinking about it were tears.

"The old fruit is not ordinary, the five-hundred-year-old Zhu Guo, usually the old man himself is reluctant to eat, Ling'er go quickly!"

"It's very sweet!" Xiao Ji Ling winked at December flatteringly.

As a result, the rabbit was so frightened that he was about to cry, and the poison of that time hurt the little one's young mind too much.

Xiao Ji Ling jumped out of the door with a grin, he thought he had impressed the cute little white rabbit.

The boundless old Taoist hurriedly placed a circle of stone bowls on the stone table, and then waved his hand, and there was water coming from him, and the old Taoist politely said: "All Taoist friends should drink some water to quench their thirst." ”

Yuding drank a bowl of Ganlin, Huanglong drank a bowl very kindly, how could Shi Ji not have the desire to drink cold water, the little white rabbit looked at his black hands, and then looked at the dusty bowl on the table, still didn't have the courage to drink the water in the bowl into his stomach.