Chapter 7: Children of Destiny
"I refuse. ”
"What do you mean?" the three janitors didn't seem to understand Chen's words.
"Of course, I refuse to join you. You value me because you think I am innocent. But alas, I'm not what you call a child's heart, I'm just an exception. ”
Chen Xinshen paused and continued: "I know what kind of person I am. Lazy is my adjective, but freedom is what I really yearn for. Taoism has Taoist rules, Confucianism has Confucian etiquette, I don't want to hide your worship, nor do I want to be a Taoist priest or an ancient scholar, I don't like to be bound, that's not the life I want. ”
Life is fundamentally a state of mind, what we think and do, we think they work, they work, it depends on our valuation. The dreamer is the issuer of banknotes, and the banknotes he issues circulate in the city in his conception in the same way that real banknotes circulate in the outside world. If imaginary alchemy can't make gold, and the currency of the mind can never be exchanged for gold, why should I care?
Chen Xinyan glanced at Mu Songbai complicatedly, and smiled with relief: "I am not what you call a child's heart, I don't like to get along with people by nature, and this has nothing to do with the heart of a child." Freedom leads to loneliness to choose me, and I choose to embrace loneliness. I don't want to deceive you, common sense blinds you, but I am not a child. ”
Yes, in Chen Xinyan's opinion, he has never been innocent, he is just a stupid child who is lazy and mournful, thinking a little more than others, other than that, there is no difference.
"I regretted it, he was right, if it was because of my innocence that he valued me, then I would rather not. If the Daomen wants to be punished, then I will bear it with him. Mu Songbai retreated from under the statue of Lao Tzu to Chen Xinshen's side, his voice gentle but firm.
"Sorry for lying to you. I'm not a child, and I can't mirror each other with you. And, thank you. Chen Xinyan turned his head to look at the girl and said softly.
"It's okay, it's okay, you've never admitted it, so why deceive. It's a matter of course. And what you just did is a reflection of me. The girl smiled brightly, as bright as the sun in early spring.
"Don't mess around with pine!" Zhang Xuanyi scolded, "There are no rules, there is no circle." The sect has existed so far, it has its own mission, and without the constraints of our three sects, the capable people are very proud of themselves, and the real world does not know what to mess up with. We value you, naturally, not only because of your innocence, but also because Taoism and Confucianism are not as old-fashioned and boring as you think. ”
"Alright, alright. Don't shout, it's waking me up. If they don't want to enter, they won't enter. Chen Tuan, who had been sitting on the chair and dozing off, opened his eyes, wiped his saliva and said slowly, "The five colors are blinding, the five tones are deafening, the five flavors are refreshing, galloping field hunting is mad, and the rare goods are disturbing." It is not the goal of the saint's belly, so he goes to the other and takes this. ”
Aware of his embarrassment, but Chen Tuan didn't take it to heart, and still looked sleepy-eyed. Rubbing his eyes, Chen Tuan Old Ancestor yawned and said, "I know everything, this matter, the public says that the public is reasonable, the mother says that the mother is reasonable, you all think right, but you look at the problem from different angles." If you pay too much attention to the momentary gains and losses, you will fall into this obstacle of knowledge. It doesn't matter if it's not the heart of a child, the Tao is natural, since this kid has received half of the chances, even if he is not a pure heart, he has a fate with us. Since the opportunity has been obtained by him, let him have it. ”
In the face of this ancestor, the three gatekeepers naturally did not dare to resist.
Chen Tuan Ancestor said, glanced at Chen Xinyan, and said slowly: "Existence is reasonable, the sect has its own meaning of existence, you kid don't talk too much, the way of heaven is ruthless, and we are always human." For the way of heaven, freedom is absolute, but for man, freedom is relative. But I like your kid personality. Frustrate its sharpness, resolve its disputes, and its light, and its dust; I'll just ask once, you and this little girl, do you want to enter my door and not enter the door?"
Chen Xinyan and Mu Songbai looked at each other and smiled, just like a child who finally scored 100 points in the exam with his own efforts.
"I do. ”
"I do. ”
Old Ancestor Chen laughed and swept away his previous sleepy appearance. At this time, he stood in the void, as if standing on the edge of the abyss, and his whole body was climbing with momentum, breathtaking, like a tiger descending from a mountain, and like a sleeping dragon opening its eyes.
"Ten years of plum traces stepping on the red dust, for the memory of the green mountains into dreams.
Zi Mo indulges in glory and sleeps, although Zhumen is more expensive than poor.
Sadly hearing the sword and halberd to help the lord in danger, listening to the sheng song is intoxicating.
Bring old books back to the old hidden, wild flowers and birds like spring. ”
"Poor Dao Fuyaozi, surnamed Chen, named Tuo, the world calls me Mr. Baiyun and Mr. Xiyi. Today, I will accept you two as disciples, and I hope that he will have two more Taoist friends one day. After that, he took Chen Xinyan and Mu Songbai and waved their sleeves away, leaving only the people in the square looking at each other.
In the distance, on the eaves of the main hall, Lao Zhuang was already drunk, and seemed to be unaware of all this, just looked at the wine jug with drunken eyes, and muttered: "Everything in life is just a dream." No one knows what they do, what they want or what they know. We live in sleep and are always children of destiny. ”