There are two kinds of heavens in this world, and neither of them can be touched, but they really exist.

A kind of is called the blue sky, from a long time ago there was a saying that "the sky is like a dome, covering the four fields", the blue sky has been hanging on the top of all things in this world, has existed for a long time, so long that people in this world have forgotten the time.

The other exists for a longer time, which is called the Heavenly Dao, and even before the existence of this blue sky, this Heavenly Dao already exists, and it is the so-called Heavenly Dao, so under the existence of Heavenly Principles, there is this blue sky, and then there is the coexistence of all things.

Like the true wise men in this world, they all follow the way of heaven, so they have that righteous spirit in their hearts, and they can live without being worthy of their hearts, just like those words that were said before the enlightenment of Xuankong.

Everyone in this world has a conscience, conscience is born with it, there is no need to seek it elsewhere, and the heavenly principle is born in conscience, and there is no need to go out to find things.

So following the so-called way of heaven, the little girl Chunyu in the Southern Tang Dynasty found that the so-called Southern Tang Dynasty, the first powerful country in the Spring and Autumn Seven Kingdoms, had no fun for some reason, and when she was looking for some food on the street, she vaguely heard people talk about the "Western Desert Buddha Festival" and other words, so she forcibly pulled the helpless Guiguzi and went west.

Guiguzi originally had to go to the west, because he knew that this Buddha Festival, there would definitely be a third day of refining luck, and this world's luck seems to be not chaotic now, but in fact, it is turbulent and difficult to refine, not to mention that Wang Bai acted recklessly, forcibly ascended to the sky and asked, asking the heavens to fight, which caused chaos in the entire heavenly palace, not to mention the whole world.

Although he is not the one who knows luck the most in this era, Li Gongyang, who knows luck the most, has become a ghost under the Yellow Spring, and may have returned to heaven and returned to his position as Wenqu Xingjun, so he can only bother himself with this old bone to go west.

Originally, after arriving in the Southern Tang Dynasty, his mind moved slightly to think about this matter, and he was thinking about how to bring the Spring Rain girl to the West Desert, but he saw that the girl was interested in the West Desert for some reason, and he took her to the West Desert, which was in line with the central idea of the old Confucian, so Guiguzi couldn't help but stroke his beard and laugh after hearing the Spring Rain girl's request: "This is the way of heaven, and the way of heaven wants me to go west to go against the blue sky, and the heavens and men lose power." ”

Some of the happy Guiguzi didn't notice that they were a little out of shape, the little girl of Chunyu was once evaluated by Lao Ru as a real talented and intelligent person born to know, between the rolling of her eyes, the Guiguzi's mind was completely discerned, and then she just pretended not to know anything, just reached out and grabbed the gray beard of Lao Ru, and gently pulled it, and the joyful Guiguzi screamed, and then noticed the spring rain rolling her eyes towards herself, and then a little embarrassed:" Well, for so many years, I have taught you a lot of writing skills, and everyone in the world knows the taste of ink in the academy, but I don't really know the truth that the way of civil and martial arts that the teacher once said will eventually lead to the same end. ”

Looking at the Spring Rain Girl whose eyes were about to roll up lightly, Guiguzi decided to shut up, and took out an ink pen from his arms that the Spring Rain Girl had never seen, Guiguzi spit out a mouthful of turbid air, and the turbidity sank to the bottom of the ink pen, and the ink pen suddenly became larger under that breath and then held up the Spring Rain and Guiguzi from below.

"The righteousness of heaven and earth, the debate of the six qis, to swim endlessly. ”

In ancient times, there was a Confucian saint Meng Chen, became the first person to speak out of the law, Guiguzi said a few words, there was a strong wind, in the wind, the ink pen floated, the ink pen was like a boat, the ink pen was on the top of the ink pen, the old and young two people rode the wind and went west.

After the two embarked on the road to the west, the spring rain girl was even more like a chirping sparrow, looking at the fleeting mountains and rivers that unfolded in front of their eyes like a picture scroll, excited, the ink pen that crossed the air, hidden in the clouds, like painting in the white clouds, bringing a little ink marks, some people inadvertently looked up at the ink marks, Shang Zi was pleasantly surprised: "Look miles, the gods paint, the gods have appeared!"

The day before the two arrived in the Western Desert, the Confucian saint from the Western Desert, or to put it more seriously, was the Buddha Confucian Saint, entered the Tao with the Buddha, and embarked on the eastward journey with the Confucian Xuankong who jumped out of the enlightened Tao.

On the contrary to the two masters and apprentices, they traveled westward, and the sky went eastward.

When he walked out of Tianyin Valley, in the small town outside Tianyin Valley, he met those scholars who wanted to talk to him for advice, he didn't spend too much time on them, he only left a parchment scroll, the parchment scroll was very thick, and it was densely written with what he had gained in life, and the only thing he stopped to pay attention to was Lu Zhuo, who did not take the initiative to ask him for advice, but stood respectfully and watched the book he gave away.

Thinking of the previous argument that really made him jump out, Xuankong felt a lot of emotion in his heart, so he took the initiative to walk towards Lu Zhuo and asked, "Do you want to learn grammar, or learn Taoism?"

Xuankong took out a parchment scroll that was exactly the same, but much thinner, and a piece of paper.

The two things were placed on his left and right hands respectively, and Xuankong looked at Lu Zhuo's gaze, but he knew that his heart was not without waves at this time, and what he couldn't deceive himself was that although he had the desire to be clear and clear and have a bright conscience, he also wanted a disciple to be by his side.

Lu Zhuo did not hesitate, stretched out his hand to Xuankong's left hand, held the parchment scroll with both hands, and then said respectfully: "Lu is a scholar who naturally learns grammar. ”

Xuankong nodded, what he was a little pleased in his heart was not Lu Zhuo's humility, but his reaction, he was able to choose to take this parchment scroll without thinking about it, and naturally he didn't have to ask why he firmly believed that it was not nonsense such as Taoism, as he realized, the so-called first reaction, that is, the conscience in his heart, this is the unity of knowledge and action, which is the characteristic that the disciple in his heart should have.

"Dare to ask Master Xuankong, the Dao method you hold in your right hand is enough for a piece of paper?" someone asked Xuankong with some doubts.

"First, I have returned to the vulgar, please call me the common name in the future, Wang Wenluo is, in the future there will be Wang Wenluo in the world, and there will be no Xuankong monk; second, the simplicity of the avenue, since I have said that the essence of enlightenment is where the conscience is, the conscience exists, how can there be those red tape to understand the truth, my piece of paper, what is written is just my perception of this avenue, once enlightened, you can become holy immediately. Xuankong, no, it should be Wang Wenluo's face with some smugness, he opened the rolled up piece of paper with his right hand, and there was a word "Dao" written on it, as long as there were people above the heavenly realm who looked at it, they should feel the traction of a qi machine.

The people present were all literati, and when they looked at this word, their hearts were like falling into thousands of realms, and they felt all kinds of feelings of joy, anger, sorrow and joy in this world.

"This word is just the accumulation of my conscience and some distracting thoughts that I have given up, and since I have distracting thoughts, I should get rid of them. After that, Wang Wenluo had a fire in his hand, and the paper spontaneously combusted in the air and turned into ashes, but the artistic conception on it swept almost the entire Western Desert.

Wang Wen, who turned around and was about to leave, said slightly: "Lu Zhuo, if you want to worship me as a teacher, then come forward and walk the world with me." ”

The expression on Lu Zhuo's face was a little excited, and he hurriedly followed, Wang Wenluo led a black donkey, he was just pulling in front, and Lu Zhuo followed behind him: "Teacher, dare to ask what is written on top of this so-called grammar." ”

"True Sacred Learning, and some words that I wrote after I felt something. ”

"What's the difference between what you give to someone else?"

"Idiots, since they say that they are sacred, and what they write down after they have a sense of sacredness, there is naturally a big difference between those so-called annotations sent to them, their books are for inheritance, and your book is for opening the way. Wang Wenluo led the donkey and walked quickly, but his heart still seemed to have some doubts about the Tao he had realized, so he was ready to verify it.

"Teacher, where are you going?"

"There is a mountain not far ahead, which has been replaced by Niulan Mountain, and there is a monk on Niulan Mountain who has cut off the red dust, and has been sitting in enlightenment for 20 years, and I will go to see him. ”

"What do you see?"

"Buddhahood as a human being. ”

Hearing this, Lu Zhuo was a little shocked in his heart, but he also admired his former idol even more, and now the teacher admired him in his heart, he used to be a Buddha, and now he is a Confucian, and the first thing he did for Confucianism was to be a Buddha.

On Niulan Mountain, in a cave, the monk in Wang Wenluo's mouth is now sitting cross-legged in the cave, there is no sign of becoming a Buddha on his body, but the dust, piled up and piled up, like a clay man, now this clay man feels something, but the body is still majestic, and his mind is quietly guarding the spiritual platform.

The crisp sound of the donkey's hooves and palms constantly touching the ground kept sounding, when it stopped, it gnawed on a few small grasses that stubbornly pushed out of the head in the stone cracks at the entrance of the cave, and swallowed them into the belly, Wang Wenluo walked in front, Lu Zhuo followed behind with the book, when Wang Wenluo stood still, Lu Zhuo closed the open book again and rolled it up, inserted it into his belt and went out, he opened his eyes wide and prepared to see how the teacher lived the Buddha.

Wang Wen didn't make any moves, looking at the mud monk in front of him, looking left and right, and then he didn't take the initiative to speak, just sat cross-legged in front of the monk with a smile on his face.

In this way, Lu Zhuo saw that Wang Wenluo did not move, but he was even more curious in his heart, and he did not dare to move, for fear of missing any important details, but Wang Wenluo just opened his eyes and watched the monk sit for a full hour, until the evening glow sprinkled the sky and the whole sky was like a red neon dress, Wang Wenluo patted his ass and stood up, and scolded with full anger.

"Monk, what do you understand!" A loud shout was like thunder, and the dust on the mud monk's body was sprinkled a little, and the mud monk's eyebrows, which had turned gray, trembled twice.

Seeing that the monk hadn't replied yet, Wang Wen was slightly more angry.

"Sitting in the mountains and rivers but hiding in the cave, what sound do you hear? What kind of scene do you see when you close your eyes and don't look at them? Sitting cross-legged, what evil is the town? Covered in dust and ashes, what evil have you created? Lock your heart and soul, dare to ask the monk, what kind of way do you realize?"

Not to mention the mud monk, even Lu Zhuo, who was standing quietly next to him and was about to watch how Wang Wenluo spent his Buddhahood, was trembling in his heart by his increasingly imposing question, and his eyebrows were unconsciously raised, and he felt that there was some deep meaning in his words, and he couldn't help but laugh a little wickedly in his heart.

The monk finally opened his eyes, first a little dazed, and then sighed slightly: "It seems that you are also a monk, why bother me with Qing Xiu." ”

"Just because your enlightenment has deviated, I have gone away from my Buddha, and now I have come to save your Buddha. ”

"Since you are not me, how can you know what I have understood, and how can you be biased?"

"Just because the way you have realized is a great rebellion!" Wang Wen's face was slightly expression, but there was some hatred in his voice, and his words completely woke up the monk.

There was an invisible aura on the monk's body, which melted away the dust, his bald head became shiny again, his eyes became bright, and he looked up at Wang Wenluo, with a look of doubt in his eyes.

"Are you sitting here with any worries in your heart?"

That day, the monk who cultivated in the realm of re-feeding back to his body sighed leisurely: "I was worried that the realm had been stagnant, and I wanted to retreat into a real Buddha, but I wanted to fall in love with you, an unreasonable person, and forcibly break my meditation." ”

"Parents at home, don't you care?"

This sentence was even more like thunder, directly hitting the bottom of the monk's heart, and the monk stood up completely, his eyes were red: "How can you not hang." ”

"Escape from the world because of a momentary desire, and have a good conscience?"

"A little uneasy. ”

"Don't say a little, but it is against your conscience in the slightest, dare to ask what path you can understand, what kind of Buddha you can achieve?" Wang Wenluo finished his last sentence, turned around and left the cave, Lu Zhuo confirmed his thoughts in his heart, and followed the teacher out of the cave with a smile.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It turns out that becoming a Buddha is the wrong way. ”

"It's good to become a Buddha, but what is wrong is dry meditation, what is wrong is evasion, and what is wrong is uneasy conscience. Wang Wenluo thought of his former self and couldn't help but sigh.

"That's why the teacher came to visit the Buddha, and he wanted to save himself more. Lu Zhuo looked at the old man in front of him with a smile and admiration.

During the conversation between the two, the mud monk walked out of the cave, he squinted his eyes after not seeing the sun for a long time, and hugged Wang Wenluo: "Thank you for going to the fake Buddha sitting in my heart." ”

"Since there are parents in the family, it is time to go to these personal affairs, there is dirt in everyone's heart, and the Buddha is even more vain, if this conscience is complete, you are a Buddha, an immortal, and this supreme blue sky. Wang Wenluo waved his hand and motioned for the monk to leave.

"If there is an opportunity to say goodbye, in the future, I will repay the great kindness of today. After that, the monk hurried down the mountain, and the longing in his heart was even more unbearable.

"I have been sitting in the cave for twenty years, and today I know that I am me. ”

People are gone, and in the residual voice, there is endless remorse echoing, Wang Wenluo heard it in his ears, and a smile appeared on his face: "Sure enough, everyone has a conscience." ”

Lu Zhuo bowed even more behind him, and when Wang Wenluo looked up, he saw a little ink mark faintly scratched in the air: "In this world, it is still a romantic place." ”

Wang Wenluo patted the donkey's back: "Boy, I've rested enough, I should rest too." After that, Wang Wenluo stepped on the donkey, Lu Zhuo walked in front of the donkey, and didn't ask more, but Wang Wenluo still added: "Go all the way south, go slower, see more, this world has its own responsibility, the things in the west, there are too many people involved, there are no more than me, but there are too few people in this world, not only me." ”

Two people and a donkey, slowly moving south.