In the early morning of the next day, at the beginning of the day, Jun Ao was awakened by a beautiful sound of the piano and retreated from his meditation.

After getting dressed, he got up and walked out of the door, and just down the stairs, a little white dog quickly rushed out from some corner, standing at Jun Ao's feet and wagging his tail constantly, raising his head and sighing in his mouth.

"Senior Brother Jun is early. The little girl Zhiqiu ran over after her, picked up Dabai, then bowed to Jun Ao, and ran back to Wuye'er.

Wu Ye'er stood silently at the archway, wearing a plain and elegant long skirt, which showed her quiet atmosphere. It's like a lady's stone, looking into the distance.

"Come, sit. When the seven-string practice is over, we can set off. Mo Bai sat on the stone table in the courtyard of the square, smiling and nodding at Jun Ao.

Jun Ao walked over and sat down beside him, looking out of the arch. Under the spark tree where the two of them played chess yesterday, Qin Qixian sat cross-legged on the ground, with an ebony piano on his lap, looking intoxicated, playing a song 'Spring Comes Early', the branches swayed, and the breeze blew on his face, giving people the illusion of a spring breeze.

After finishing the song, Qin Qixian slowly put the ebony qin back into the piano case, his eyes were full of pity, and then brushed off the dust on the piano case, and took it back into the storage bag, his handsome appearance was praiseworthy, he nodded to Mo Bai, and smiled at Jun Ao.

"Let's go. Mo Bai got up, and a group of five people and one beast walked out of the arch.

Next to the garden are other gardens, and there are constantly blue-clothed disciples coming out of other gardens in twos and threes, nodding to Jun Ao and his party, the scene is harmonious, and the flow of people is surging, all walking towards the school.

After entering the school, the disciples sat down at will, although Jun Ao was new, but there was already a place in the school. At Mo Bai's signal, he sat next to him.

A lecturer walked in, sat down at the podium, and began to lecture the disciples. It's said that it is a matter of the talisman, although Jun Ao has read it in the book before, but he has not gone through the initial study, so he listened to it halfway, and he only knew half of it. And the lecturer also seems to know that Junao is new, so he will say some basic questions from time to time.

In this way, the three classes of Fu Gong, Dan Dao, and Demon Beast were finished after three classes in the morning. Under the leadership of Mo Bai, a group of five people walked out of the school.

"It's been a long time since we've been in class, how do you feel?" Mo Bai asked.

"It's true that we've learned something, but why don't we ** it?, is it of great use to our sword cultivation to learn these side acrobatics?" Jun Ao frowned, puzzled.

"Why do you say that? haha. Mo Bai laughed and asked, "Isn't it just that after teaching the Fa, you just practice it yourself? Only to solve doubts, where does it come from? The Fa can be explained clearly? The Fa is cultivated, and the same Fa, you and I can cultivate together, but we can cultivate different techniques." ”

"Besides, what is there to talk about the Fa, cultivation is nothing more than exercising and meditating every day, if you are willing to cultivate, take some Bigu Dan and find a cave to cultivate for a hundred and eighty years, no one will care about you. There are all cultivation experiences, truths, and scriptures in the book, if you can understand it, you can understand, and if you don't understand, you can find someone to solve your doubts, but there is no such thing as **. Also, what is called side-door acrobatics? Fu Gong, Dan Dao and demon beast illustrations, which one is not a practice? You look at Zhiqiu, she is about to cry angrily by you, she has a soft spot for Fu Gong, you actually said these things in front of her, it hurts too much, alas. In the end, Mo Bai couldn't help shaking his head, sighing, and looking like he had been hit.

Jun Ao looked down, and sure enough, the little girl took Wuye'er's hand, lowered her head and walked silently, holding Dabai tightly with one hand, looking sad. He hurriedly apologized: "Zhiqiu, I said the wrong thing, don't be angry, okay?"

"Hmph!" the little girl still didn't look up, buried her face in Wu Ye'er's body, and sulked alone.

Looking at the sad appearance of the little girl, Jun Ao couldn't help but use a killer move, and said: "Zhiqiu, let me tell you a story, once upon a time there were three little pigs, and their three brothers wanted to build a house. The second child refused to work hard, so he built a wooden house at random, only the third child was the most down-to-earth, and honestly built a stone house, and then one day, a big bad wolf came......"

When she heard that the boss's thatched house was blown away by the big bad wolf in one breath, and ran to the second child for help, the little girl raised her face, looked gloating, and said, "It deserves it, hum, let it be lazy." ”

It turns out that as long as it is a child, whether a monk or not, there is zero resistance to fairy tales.

After Jun Ao finished telling the story of the three little pigs and successfully coaxed Zhiqiu to be happy, he looked up and found that Mo Bai was looking at him with a smile, and listened to him say: "This story is excellent, the truth is easy to understand, and the situation of the three little pigs is not the situation of the ancient correction system and the false cultivators? ”

"That's right. Jun Ao secretly pinched his sweat. Children are easy to coax, but they are also easily injured, and it seems that when the little girl is present in the future, she will have to pay attention to what she says.

"Alright, let's move on to what we just did. Mo Bai changed the topic and said: "Actually, the academy does not require every disciple to come to the academy to attend classes, but must follow the academy's process. The four of us are now free to move freely, but you, for the first year, let's follow the rules of the academy. ”

"If what happened in the academy just now already made you feel confused, then what we are going to do now must be even more incomprehensible to you. As they spoke, the group had already walked out of the house and onto a wide meadow. Zhiqiu had already cheered and put down Dabai to play.

Wu Ye'er also stopped and found a place to cool off. Mo Bai took Jun Ao and Qin Qixian to the hillside, but this hillside is farmland, neatly arranged in pieces, there are many people doing farm work in the farmland, take a closer look, you will find that those who work are wearing sect clothes, young, and seem to be disciples in the courtyard.

"Wouldn't it?" Jun Ao was surprised, vaguely guessing the reason for coming here.

Sure enough, Mo Bai found three hoes and divided them among him and Qin Qixian, kept one for himself, held it in his hand and waved it and said, "Look, you definitely can't understand why the monk wants to do such a thing as farm work. ”

"Yes. Jun Ao nodded, if he could understand other knowledge that had nothing to do with sword cultivation in the living room before, then now, he couldn't understand it at all.

"You don't have to understand, you just need to know that this is a practice. Mo Bai finished with a smile, and then took the hoe to find a piece of uncultivated land and began to plow the ground, looking very serious.

"You know what. Qin Qixian, who had been silent, suddenly opened his mouth and said a word.

"What?" said Jun Ao.

"We are immortal cultivators, and we are cultivating immortal paths. After Qin Qixian finished speaking, he kept silent, and also found a piece of land to plough the land.

Jun Ao froze in place, and looked at the sky speechless after a long time.

Am I so bad at heart? I don't understand what they're saying!

In desperation, he only found a piece of land and began to plow the ground.

The thoughts in my mind are very chaotic, but my hands do not stop, although this mud is a little strange, extremely hard, when the hoe digs down, it seems to be smashed on steel, ordinary monks without mana can not dig this mud ground at all. But with Jun Ao's strength, he quickly and easily finished plowing a piece of land, and when he looked up, Mo Bai and Qin Qixian had only dug less than half of it.

We are immortal cultivators, and we are cultivating immortal paths?

What does that mean exactly?

Jun Ao was puzzled, looking at the comparison between the fields dug by Mo Bai and Qin Qixian and his own, suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and found the difference between the two, and some doubts were all solved at once.

Although Mo Bai and Qin Qixian hoeed the ground slowly, the mud roads dug by the two of them were very neat and the depth was the same. Looking at the ground dug by Jun Ao, the length is different, some are deep and some are shallow, like a dog planing. If Jun Ao is attentive, he can naturally dig better than him, and the problem is that he has no intentions.

Why didn't he pay attention? It's not that he's confused, thinking about things. It's because he despises this thing from the bottom of his heart, what kind of practice is hoeing? At most, he can practice patience and concentration.

That's right, hoeing is indeed also a practice, and it is the heart that is cultivated. Then combined with what Qin Qixian said, we are immortal cultivators, and we are cultivating immortal paths.

Immortal cultivation, the cultivation is the heart, and the others are all in the back.

If cultivation is only for the purpose of dominating the world, immortality, ruling over sentient beings, treating sentient beings and all things as ants, and asking all sentient beings to surrender, then it is demonic cultivation. If cultivation is only for strength, for fighting, for power, for fighting, everything is just to satisfy oneself.

The path of Buddhist cultivation is a great aspiration, which is to universalize all sentient beings, to let all sentient beings, regardless of whether they are high or low, whether they are ants, as long as they are alive, as long as they are spiritual. It is necessary to let all sentient beings and all beings attain transcendence, attain great freedom, so that all sentient beings and all beings can ascend to the world of bliss, and all sentient beings can be good.

And immortal cultivation.

It is to cultivate the mind, self, and the heart. Whether you want to dominate the world, whether you want to purify all sentient beings, or if you want to be as free as idle clouds and wild cranes. Fix your heart so that your mind is always the same and eternal. No matter what the world thinks, just repair your heart and walk your own path.

Not all immortal cultivators are righteous men and gentlemen, and there are also murderous people among immortal cultivators, killing demon cultivators, killing demon clans, killing demon beasts, this is also killing, but they are in the light, killing is upright, bright and fair, and killing people is convinced, so immortal cultivation will be recognized as the right way. In the end, it's also fighting, and it's also for **.

For the so-called justice, for the so-called ideals, for the so-called avenue.

Immortal cultivation is more like a combination of demon cultivation and Buddhist cultivation, and demon cultivation and Buddhist cultivation are two extreme cultivators. Therefore, the immortal cultivator must cultivate his own heart, and what he does in this way is not a demon or a Buddha, but an immortal. An existence that is based on demons and Buddhas, but is higher than demons and Buddhas.

Conscience.

Jun Ao understood it like this, realized it like this, and understood the original heart of cultivation.

"The hoe really made sense. Jun Ao shook his head, calmed down, found a piece of land and started digging again, this time he slowed down, calmly, little by little plowing the ground, all the way down very neatly.

Hoeing is just a form, for others, such as fishing, chopping wood, Jun Ao can understand this truth, realize his own heart, although he has not yet understood, but with this idea, it will be slowly perfected.

Such practice is unheard of.

On the hillside, hundreds of disciples who have achieved cultivation are facing the scorching sun on their backs, and their faces are not changing their colors, all of them have solemn expressions and are extremely serious, and a gust of wind comes, sweeping away all the heat, which makes people feel calm.

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