Harvesting grain these days is also a physical work. The big man of the farmer's family, why not carry his hands on his shoulders and push the flat cart to and fro, and there is a simple wife and child with the baby in his arms sitting in front of the door, tiptoeing, and singing nursery rhymes?

Little swallows, flying, flying, flying to ordinary people's homes, flying under the eaves.

The little swallow, falling and falling, landed on an elm tree, on the edge of the pond.

Little swallows, chirp, chirp into the rice flower wheat fragrant field, and lie next to the grinding plate.

This ballad came with the humming of the incense stealing demon, and it gently took out a small book, on which a man and a woman were drawn, and a naïve child ran with a tree branch, looking at the busy Li Shuishan sweating like rain, and laughing stupidly.

Li Shuishan waved his hand, grabbed a small worm, and threw it to the fat babies, they struggled to swallow, chirping, like swallows, only to listen to the incense stealing demon humming softly, and said: "Rice flower fragrance, rice flower field, rice flower fragrance says a good year." The book it held in its hand, opened a page, drank a sip of water in the melon scoop when it was thirsty, nodded with satisfaction, Li Shuishan wanted to rest for a while and sat next to it and said, "Where are the children's books?"

The incense stealing demon said, "The female cultivator stays." ”

Li Shuishan glanced at it and said, "What is it about?"

The incense stealing demon said: "Very good! The ballad in it is very beautiful, it depicts the love between a woman and a man, and soon gave birth to a son, and the pastoral dwelling is like an ordinary peasant family, but I see that his face is pure and blue, and the outline of the body is not like an ordinary person, I am afraid that he is hiding in seclusion, and he will survive quickly." ”

Li Shuishan took the small book, squinted his eyes quietly, and threw it to him and said: "The woman is very beautiful, the man is quite talented, a son is full of heaven, his expression is unrestrained, and he has the spirit of his old son. ”

The incense stealing demon recalled: "It's a little, but this female cultivator is a little withdrawn, her eyes are cold, and she can leave in the pursuit of many people, which can be regarded as extraordinary." Now, his death is uncertain. ”

Li Shuishan sighed, took a sip of melon scoop water, quenched his thirst sweetly, and dried up.

One day only harvested one acre of grain, but also after beating, to grind into rice flour there is another process, but there is joy in suffering, while now that there is no rain falling, the rusty sickle in the wooden house was sharpened by him by the stone for more than an hour, white and bright! If you kill someone, you will wipe your neck and hold your breath, and use it to cut rice, it is simply not too pleasant, until the sky is slightly dark, and a few demon birds roar past, so they will clean up today's results and pile them in the wooden house.

When I arrived at the ruined temple, luck breathed out, and I was surprised to find that the qi and blood in my body were surging.

Huang Yu bookmarked: "It's the late stage of the Condensation Realm. Swallowing incense still has some effect, but it should not be too much. Your mood is always in a state of turmoil, and you need to recuperate, meditate, and be alone is the best way for you. ”

Li Shuishan looked at it and said, "Then what's the difference between me and solo cultivation?"

Huang Yu bookmark said with a smile: "Duxiu is a famous indigenous clan in the mountains and seas, with infinite strength and mysterious whereabouts, if it is not good, they are extremely cunning, and their personality is slightly like a person who will be revenged, killing people without blinking, but reasonable." You are a person from outside the mountain, and you have countless opportunities and futures, but they don't. ”

Li Shuishan asked in surprise, "Why not?"

Huang Yu's bookmark fell on Li Shuishan's shoulder, and replied: "They uphold the legacy of their fathers, they are not allowed to leave the mountains and seas, explore the secrets of the mountains and seas forever, and kill any threats to destroy the existence of the mountains and seas, and the human race has a part of it."

It's its nirvana. Therefore, when their realm reached its peak, it was probably the Daohua realm of the human race, and they couldn't break free and die of old age. ”

Li Shuishan pondered: "The person you said must kill is a person from the mountain, right?"

Huang Yu replied, "Exactly." ”

After a day, another day is like the light dissipated, after being busy, he sat on the cloth mat to rest, sucked another incense breath, and left the last time to give the incense stealing demon, it slapped its ass with a small smile, turned into five hands and three feet to sit on the ground, saw a wisp of fragrance coming to the face, opened a few inches and swallowed it violently, and finally sucked the last wisp of escaping exhaust gas through his nose, and lay on the ground with satisfaction, saying: "It's delicious!"

Li Shuishan meditated, sat and watched the lotus pond, and it closed its eyes again and walked like a dream.

The wind swept through his body, the water dripped on the surface of the pool, the insect chirping wooden card swinged, turned into a lamp, he went away again, this time standing in the air and looking down, there was a strong momentum, when he raised his hand, countless white filaments lingered in the palm of his hand, after holding it, twisted into a mass of air, discarded down, scattered into a small kingfisher, back to the original place.

Repeat it a few times, and it's a little amazing.

When he opened his eyes, a few hours had passed, and when he had finished harvesting all the rice, he sat in front of the wooden house with a smile, drank a sip of cold water and smiled, "Life should be like this, and I am also satisfied." It is not in line with reality, and the monks still need to fight for heaven. ”

In the next few days, I beat the rice with a wooden stick, looked for a few stones, and pulled it by the powerful incense thief demon to make a simple grinding plate, sighed in my heart, grinded some rice noodles, boiled it into rice porridge, and even if there were no side dishes, I also smiled and ate a few bowls.

When everything is ready, just sow the seeds and turn them into seedlings.

But what is missing?

On that day, the sky was hazy.

He sat on the ground and breathed out, a color of pain came, he lifted his sleeve and looked, his left arm was purple, showing a tendency to spread, and called the yellow rotten wooden stick, it trembled and said: "Purple is a vision." Someone covets the cause and effect of the person of your destiny, and the higher your cultivation is, the purple will spread deep and spread all over the body.

Li Shuishan's eyes were solemn, he knew that he saw Ziyi in the plum blossom forest, and he was stepping into the nameless city to breathe in, but now it was so obvious, it seemed that the old ancestor tree asked him to kill Mr. Church, otherwise it would take his life?

"How can that be solved?" he asked.

Huang Yu bookmarked: "To untie the bell, you must tie the bell." ”

Flatten his sleeves, he sat on the edge of the window, took out his sleeves, took out a pile of paper, full of vicissitudes of life, read it carefully, his arms trembled slightly, and he was a little moved, who knew that those dead Zhufeng monks sacrificed their lives for the back monks, and the scene of the flower and earth people killing them appeared in front of his eyes, he couldn't forget the moment when he escaped, so far, he didn't understand why the only cultivator he didn't know helped him?

The paper is written in black, and the wine is not gone.

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There is a road in front of the mountain, and the flowers bloom by themselves.

There are butterflies chasing the sun, and the sunflowers are hungry and devouring.

There are birds singing and flowers, touching the belly and laughing, and the white-headed Ruosi is full of children.

Smile and be tolerant, self is the way, big is the way, and small is also the way.

Self-Calendar:

The old man is full of strength, and his two thin thighs are not thin because of hunger, but they are angry and angry!

It's a formality, oh, I have forgotten, I was still a child at that time, and I was still a mortal who didn't know what the Tao was. In the blink of an eye, the sky suddenly changed, and the story at the beginning of the love word was already the first half of his life.

There was a child who loved to swallow eggs, he stole the eggs laid by some old hens, hid and boiled them, and my mother took a thick stick and hit me with a crackle, and looked at the old woman who was so good that I choked and cried and swallowed my stomach. The mother lost two taels of silver. In the middle of the night, I lay on my bed and couldn't sleep, looking at the poor house, with raindrops falling, I decided to buy a big house and take my mother to live in. My mother picked up the lamp and sewed my clothes, waited for me to half sleep, stroked my swollen buttocks, muttered in distress, and touched my tears from time to time.

I was ten years old.

When I was fifteen years old, I said goodbye to my mother and traveled away from home. Passing through a mountain, seeing a grass, life to the soil. This is a monk's magic weapon, which gave me a grass and dust, and I swallowed it and floated on the surface of the lake. After waking up, I walked into a characteristic town, with a flock of chickens and ducks, and the people were very hospitable, but the weasel showed its tail, and I stayed for a few days, and left quietly, and it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.

At the age of 20, I studied poetry in a thatched hut. After falling off the list again and again, I committed suicide by jumping into the lake several times, but remembering my mother's wish for her son Jackie Chan, she has not seen me return. I continued to study under pressure.

At the age of thirty, his family returned home. The official of the government, with a sonorous expression, is no longer the person he used to be, thinking of his mother at home, crying and going home. A mountain, a grass, a tree, a withered glory. The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait. I have been filial piety for three years, and I have been crying like rain.

Fifty years old, childless and daughterless, framed and dismissed.

Sixty years old, living in seclusion in the mountains.

At the age of seventy, he met the soil and grass seedlings again, and he entered the Tao in old age.

Now, more than 100 years old, God is light-hearted, but he is disgusted with the world and returns to the West!

Commentary:

The spirit of the Tao soil for me to guide the Tao, although it is a magic weapon of people, but it is extremely magical, I can not see through the sand grains he gave now, I only feel that there is a mountain or a state in it, the more I look at it, the more persistent it is, a seedling of grass supports it, enough to break through the wilderness, and the vitality is flashing. Every time I breathe, I feel that there is a foreign body stuck in my heart, but over time it slowly dissipates, and the boundary between me and it blurs, it seems to be for me, I for it.

I have never crossed the condensation realm in my life, lack of roots, I am ashamed of my mother, like a wandering person, borrowing wine to express lyricism, complaining about myself, this is an estrangement that I cannot achieve in my life. After seven or eight years in the mountain, I felt the soul in the mountain, which was similar to me, and after the condensed divine thoughts were sent to the mountain, I wandered in the mountains, but at the moment of departure I stopped, and I knew that once I left, my soul would not return, and I would die.

After the initial stage of the mood, I was already 100 years old, and my roots had long since disappeared. Although I realized that I could cross over without roots and find another way, I was unwilling.

I have no hope of dying, guarding the mountain.

I have been honest about my spiritual practice all my life, and I can summarize one point: the path of cultivation is like a small stream flowing and converging in the ocean.

The heart is a big threshold, and a large number of monks are circled outside, and a large number of monks are circled inside, or a small group is circled in the realm of mortal divisions, and there must be a realm on it, but we can't reach it. We are chasing immortals, chasing his figure, as well as the years and time he left behind.

Those who practice must not be like the monks on the mountain, for their path will be wrong. All dust belongs to the human heart, and it is not appropriate to cut it off for the time being. Many mortal laws are born here, bound here, and they will look back, go to mortal dust, and have another experience.

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