Chapter 19: A Magical and Coherent Dream (2)

When Situ Xuan woke up, it was actually the morning of the second day, Situ Xuan pinched his body, and learned that last night was all a dream, but the dream was too realistic, he could walk and move and talk to people, I have to say that this dream is too bizarre. I only listened to a few limerick poems www.biquge.info I passed overnight, and the time seemed to pass a little quickly.

Ordinary people dream, whether it is a spring dream or a nightmare, no matter what they do or say in the dream, they will quickly forget the things in the dream after getting up the next day, and at most they will have an inexplicable familiar feeling when they encounter a scene similar to the dream. But Situ Xuan's dream is more magical, after he finished his routine morning class, practiced for three weeks and even practiced a small set of swordsmanship, he still remembered all kinds of dreams last night, especially a few limericks by the white-haired old man.

Unfortunately, due to the limited conditions in the cottage, these heroes of the green forest may collect some swords and blades, but there are absolutely very few who collect poetry and books, let alone Taoist classics such as the Tao Te Ching. Situ Xuan had a question mark on his belly, so he had to ponder it alone, looking forward to going down the mountain early and buying some related books to make up for it.

The bed with the national character face was a little messy, and he wanted to come back late last night, and at this time he was gone, so he was dealing with the aftermath or sharing the spoils on the spot. Situ Xuan ran into Li Wei and the bear child Zhang Ran when he went out, and the three of them had a hasty breakfast, and they were told that they were grounded in the center of this big village, because the surrounding area of the cottage was not completely cleared, and it was dangerous for them to run around a few children. The three of them chatted and practiced swords idly, but the bear child provoked him several times, Situ Xuan ignored him, shrank in a corner of the courtyard and secretly pondered the 'golden house' that the white-haired old Taoist said last night, and even the thought of helping the national character face to share the spoils faded.

The day passed quickly, Situ Xuan fell asleep with some expectation and some apprehension, as he expected, not long after he fell asleep, he felt that someone was talking in his ear, and slowly his voice gradually became clear, and he heard the song that Qingyue was somewhat familiar with:

The love of the three worlds has returned to the dust, and no one knows the flowers that bloom and are unknown.

Tianjiao stands outside the avenue, and it is difficult to cut the earthly fate with a sword.

Situ Xuan followed the song recipe and walked towards the cave yesterday, secretly slandering himself as he walked, it was always this song recipe that brought him into a dream, and led him to the cave, could it be that this song recipe was a spell for some kind of soul conjuring. However, Situ Xuan didn't feel the slightest fear, maybe he was a little uneasy before falling asleep, but after hearing this voice, although it was not cordial, he really didn't feel afraid. And this method of the old way is really bizarre and unpredictable, if you really want to be unfavorable to yourself, then you have to understand it first and then make a plan, no, you can't turn a deaf ear in your dreams, and strive to continue sleeping.

When Situ Xuan entered the cave again, he found that there was only the white-haired old man today. Lao Dao saw Situ Xuan nodding and smiling at him, Situ Xuan really couldn't bear it, and immediately asked: "Dao Chief, forgive me, the kid has something unclear, and I ask the Dao Chief to dial it." The Taoist chief said yesterday that 'the true essence has returned to the golden house, and a pearl will never leave', I don't know where this 'golden house' and the 'pearl' correspond to in the body."

Lao Dao did not have the slightest impatience, and gently shook his tail and said:

But the dead will be the living household, and the door of the dead will not be the door of death.

If you will kill the machine repeatedly, you will know that there is grace in the harm.

Situ Xuan's face darkened, and he said in his heart that it was really so, and it was really so. King of the wall, can you die if you don't pretend to be a wall, and we can still be friends if you don't pretend to be a wall. He didn't expect Lao Dao to give him any specific answers, so he immediately made up his mind to hurry down the mountain, hurry home, and hurry up to buy some Taoist scriptures.

At this time, a Buddha horn came from outside the cave, and then an old voice read:

All sentient beings are pure in nature, and they are inherently indestructible.

That is, the body and mind are illusory beings, and there is no sin and blessing in the illusion.

Not long ago, yesterday, the black-haired old Taoist led a white-eyed bald old monk into the cave, and the old monk said: "Mr. Wuzhen is worthy of being the master of Taoism in the world. As he spoke, he glanced at Situ Xuan without a trace, and when he saw that the white-haired old man seemed to be unconscious, the old monk took care of himself and found a stone to sit down.

Situ Xuan's heart moved when he heard it, the name 'Mr. Wuzhen' seemed to have heard it, but he really couldn't think of it at the moment, so he immediately decided to go back and inquire to see what the roots of this old Taoist were. Under Situ Xuan's gaze, the white-haired old Taoist wall king continued to pretend to be the wall and said: "This sect should not be established by me, and this sect should not be established by me." ”

The old monk was stunned when he heard this, his brows frowned slightly, as if he was calculating something, and he thought hard for a long time before he bowed and said: "Mr. Wuzhen's avenue, the old man admires, and he is worthy of being the great master of the Daomen." ”

The white-haired old Taoist smiled: "Yuan Yuan Zen Master is polite, I have heard that the Zen master is round and fixed, and he can cultivate superior Zen principles, and can enter and exit the gods, and travel hundreds of miles in an instant. ”

An excited look flashed in the old monk's eyes, and he said: "But also, only Mr. Wuzhen is from, but I don't know where Mr. wants to go." ”

Situ Xuan listened to this monk's bragging, and was surprised in his heart, thinking that it was possible that there was really a fugue method in this world, so he immediately couldn't help but say: "The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March." ”

The white-haired old man also smiled at the same time: "I am willing to go to Yangzhou with the Zen master to watch Qionghua." ”

The old monk couldn't hold back, looked at the corner where Situ Xuan was again, and finally nodded and agreed: "Yes." ”

The black-haired old Taoist was also aware at this time, and followed the old monk's gaze to look in the direction of Situ Xuan. Situ Xuan was furious by these two eyes, he knew that the white-haired old Taoist would definitely be able to see him, and the black-haired old Taoist would definitely not be able to see it, this old monk seemed to have a bit of a doorway, and he found himself when he entered the door, and he seemed to be able to hear one or two when he spoke out loud just now.

The old monk said, "I'll go first." Then he closed his eyes and fell into a steady state, and the breath of the whole person seemed to be a little weaker.

The black-haired old man said: "There is a distance of nearly 1,000 miles from Linhai to Yangzhou, and I don't know how many days the teacher will be able to return." ”

The white-haired old man said: "The Zen master is here, I will go back when I go." After that, he also closed his eyes, and the tail in his right hand also happened to fall on his left hand.

In a moment, the white-haired old Taoist and the old monk's bodies moved at the same time, and then they opened their eyes and woke up. The old monk said: "The flowers are blooming just right, Mr. Wuzhen is so Yaxing." ”

The white-haired old Taoist said: "Good, but the disciples have not seen the flowers, I ask the Zen master to appreciate it with the disciples." As he spoke, he raised a Qionghua in his right hand and looked at some point.

The old monk was taken aback, and then remembered that the old Taoist invited him to fold flowers for Ji just now, and he did fold a Qionghua. Unconsciously looked into his hands, but found that his hands were empty. Then he bowed and said: "Mr. Wuzhen Dao, I should pay homage to the teacher." ”

Situ Xuan was also shocked, and said that the wall king must be given full marks for this wall, although I don't know if this white-haired old Taoist really traveled to Yangzhou in an instant, but the Qionghua in his hand really didn't know when it was conjured.

The old monk may have an unbalanced mentality, and he said goodbye to the white-haired old man after a hasty few words, and made an appointment to visit again the next day. The black-haired old Taoist turned back shortly after sending the old monk away, and asked, "Yuan Yuan Zen Master and his teacher went to the fugue together, why is there a difference in folding flowers?"

The white-haired old man shook his tail lightly, and said proudly: "My Jindan Avenue, life and cultivation, is the formation of the gathering, the dispersion of the gas, the place where you go, the true god sees the form, and it is called the yang god." What he cultivates, wants to see the work quickly, does not regain his life, only cultivates the sex sect, so where he goes, people see no shadow, and he is called the Yin God. ”

The black-haired old man sighed: "The master is a master of the Tao, and this avenue should also be passed on to the world." Then he said: "The Zen master once said that the teacher inherited what the ancestor Zhaoyuan had learned, and the Taoist sect was authentic, and there was no teacher on his right. ”

The white-haired old man's originally leisurely face tightened when he heard the words, and he looked deeply in the direction of Situ Xuan, and he didn't know whether to Situ Xuan or the black-haired old man, or to himself and said slowly: "The layout of Zhaoyuan's mentor is far-reaching, and my Ziyang Avenue is also different from Chunyang Avenue. ”

Then he looked at the black-haired old man and said: "If you can understand the words 'this teaching should not be established', you should know the reason." And Situ Xuan has already complained about his weakness, and said in his heart, can you die if you don't play dumb riddles?

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