Forty-three, quiet

Jin Xiangdi didn't know the name of the old immortal until now, and he hadn't had a chance to ask the other senior brothers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info watched as the master, who named himself Ru Hui, slowly overlapped with the image in his heart, and became a complete stranger.

When he didn't enter this Fangcun Mountain, he imagined through his wisdom that the ancestor of this Lingtai Sect must be an immortal who is the same as light and dust, and he is the perfect immortal image in his heart. Later, I met Zhitong, and through Zhitong, I imagined the ancestor of Lingtai, imagining that he must be an immortal with the spirit of Ren Xia in his heart, and now I see it with my own eyes, but I only feel that he is like a mass of gas, a mass of living qi, or a mountain, standing still, drifting in the wind and rain.

In the end, the three become one and become a blur, mysterious, ethereal, and invisible.

"All thoughts start from the heart, if you want to go far, you must be calm. ā€

The first sentence of the old immortal's mouth was to say, Jin Xiangdi thought that it would be the first time to talk about the kind of things that you can't really listen to and can only feel. So when I heard the words of the old immortal, I was quite surprised.

The old immortal lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, but Jin Xiangdi felt that he was looking at him, and only heard him say: "This qi is not the five elements aura, not the yin qi of the underworld, not the Dan qi of the purple mansion, but the qi of the heart." ā€

"If you want to live forever, you must first sink into this soaring spirit. ā€

The old fairy said unhurriedly, and the people below listened quietly, and no one spoke.

"Let me tell you a story, in the world, there is a bookcarver, young but carved a hand that looks very charming, in the carving workshop is quite famous, sometimes praised by his peers. One day, the proprietor told him that as long as he finished carving the million-word "Biography of the Sacrifice God" in his hand, he would give him ten times the current monthly money. At this time, the bookmaker's "Biography of the Sacrifice to the Gods" had been engraved to 700,000 yuan, and the bookener was very happy, because this month's money was something he had never thought of before he entered the book engraving business. When he returned, he told his parents, wife and children about it, and they were equally happy. At the rate at which he was engraving, he would be able to earn ten times as much in a few months as he was now, as long as he endured the cold for a few more months. ā€

Jin Xiangdi listened quietly, trying to hear some meaning from it.

The old immortal continued: "However, one day someone from a newly opened book-engraving workshop came to him and said that he would be asked to be the master of the carving shop, and the book-engraver asked the other party how much he could offer, and the other party gave more monthly money than the current owner gave. The engraver was moved, and he only said that the monthly money was low, and if I wanted to go to you, I had to add more. The other party said that he would reply to the request and then reply. When the calligrapher returned home and told his parents that someone had asked him, his parents were equally impressed. Said that he could promise him. ā€

The bookcarver said that the other party was a newly opened bookstore, and it was too risky to go there, so it was better to be stable here, and the owner was very good, so he couldn't make up his mind. There are relatives and friends who have learned the news, and they are expressing their opinions one by one. The main argument is: you are still getting very low now, and the owner may not really give it to you in a few months, so it is better to take what you have at hand than to wait for that empty promise, and only the monthly money you get is money. Moreover, it is the same everywhere you work."

The carver's heart began to move, and he thought of the promise he had made, and thought that he would be the only one who could promise the price, and the old owner would not keep me, so I would go to him. A few days later, the other party agreed, just to sign a three-year contract. The engraver was quite resistant to this, and secretly thought that I would go to you to help you with all my heart, so why bother to sign this thing. Then he went to the proprietor and said that he would refuse him if the proprietor kept him. But in the end, the owner did not keep him in any way, and then the engraver signed a contract with the man. ā€

After signing the contract, he remembered that this was a newly opened bookstore, and the books he carved would not be seen for a long time. It was only a year before the bookstore opened, and although it opened, the bookcarver got a higher amount of money than he was at that time, but at this time it had disappeared like everyone else, and there were many people in the bookstore where the original owner was located. People who were not famous before are already more famous than him. ā€

"Mr. Keshu looked up to the sky one day and sighed: My talent is not under anyone, I work the same hard, and I will not slack off. ā€

The old immortal looked at the disciples, and finally set his eyes on Jin Xiangdi, and said, "You listen to me for the second time, tell me what you heard." ā€

Even if Jin Xiangdi stood up, he was only less than a foot, and after he bowed, he said slowly: "The disciple heard the limitations and people's hearts. ā€

"Tell me about it. The old immortal closed his eyes and said.

"The talent of the engraver lies in the engraving of books, and he does not have the vision to recognize the current situation, at least not when he makes a choice, and the environment in which he grew up affects his choice, which is the limitation. When making a choice, many people owe that they only see the money in their eyes, and the hearts of his relatives and friends are full of pearl yellow, which shows that people are greedy. ā€

"Hmm!" the old immortal nodded, and said, "Who else heard anything?"

One of the disciples stood up and saluted and said, "The disciple heard, the timing and the choice. ā€

The old fairy nodded and closed his eyes.

The disciple continued, "The seven emotions and six desires cannot be eradicated even by immortals who meditate every day, let alone earthly people who swim in material desires. There is nothing wrong with being greedy, but it is wrong that he did not choose the right time, so he is only greedy for money for a while, but he cannot be greedy for wealth for a lifetime. ā€

The old immortal opened his eyes, nodded, and asked, "Who else heard what?"

Immediately, another disciple stood up and saluted, saying, "The disciple has heard the vanity and the self. ā€

"Hmm. The old fairy closed his eyes again.

The disciple said: "The bookmaker was originally a diligent book-carver, and he did not have much greed, so he was able to become famous in the original bookstore, but then he slowly became greedy, and this must be because his heart began to swell, and these are mainly because he has filled too many beautiful words, and those beautiful words are vain, coming with the wind, going with the wind, he has lost his self-positioning in the beautiful words, although he still works hard, but he is on the wrong boat." ā€

The old man opened his eyes again and said, "A few days after the calligrapher sighed with emotion, suddenly, he said to the person: No one dared to say that the choice would be right or wrong when I made a choice before, because no one could divinate a clear future, and neither could the Buddha. There are many things that I can't grasp, the only thing I can grasp is the words under my knife, I know that my own words are much better than before, no matter how valuable these words are in the eyes of others, I am engraved at the price of a thousand gold. One day, I will use the words carved with a knife to break through the barriers and fly freely. ā€

Jin Xiangdi listened to the words of the old immortal and pondered, and the old immortal said again: "Only by calming down and calming down can you not lose your square inch." If you want to take off, you must first accumulate the power of wind and rain. For those who practice, meditation is fundamental, and if they lose meditation, a thousand avenues and infinite wonderful methods will only be clouds covering their eyes and fascinating their hearts. Desire is like a storm, like a stormy wave, and it can break the calm heart anytime and anywhere, so it is not enough to meditate, but also to sink down, when it is as quiet as a rock like a mountain and river, the rain and wind only increase its static. Everything will be integrated, round and wishful, and evolve into a square inch of heaven and earth. ā€

The disciples listened, each thoughtful.

The old immortals never talked about the same things in their preaching, and the content they preached was imaginative, but they were all closely related to the path of cultivation.

Jin Xiangdi knew that the spiritual room was to practice meditation, and the practice of qi was only secondary. Not only did he think of this, but he also thought in his heart that this was the patriarch telling him not to go to Lingshan to save Senior Brother Zhitong before he practiced the Great Divine Power. If you can't hold your breath, you'll only break yourself.

Then the old immortal began to preach: "Jinggong is the foundation of my Lingtai Sect, but this meditation is not just meditation and thinking, and the years are dry. The key lies in the word 'Ming'. Know everything about yourself, including the desires of your heart. Knowing oneself is just a part of the meditation exercises, and after knowing oneself, it is necessary to know the time, which can be the time of the day, or it can be said to be the situation. Meditation and thinking, reciting mantras is quiet, and knowing oneself and knowing the situation is to sink oneself down. Only when you can calm down can you be truly quiet. ā€

Jin Xiangdi listened quietly, and finally understood why so many cultivators walked between heaven and earth. It can be regarded as understanding the difficulties of the cultivation path, worshipping the immortal gate, and learning the qi cultivation method does not mean that the Dharma image can be concluded.

He couldn't help but think of Huiyan, Zhitong, and Hua Qingyang. At the same time, Huiyan and Zhitong are deeply worthless, in his opinion, even if the Xuantian Sect is completely destroyed, they will not be able to be replaced at all.

Suddenly, the old immortal's tone changed, and it turned into that vast color, and in front of Jin Xiangdi's eyes, a vast world suddenly appeared, which could not be seen clearly and was blurred. Heaven and earth are still heaven and earth, but there are no colorful colors, only black and white. Thoughts and thoughts flew freely between the black and white heaven and earth, and he flew straight towards the nine heavens, wanting to see what was beyond the sky, as if he had been flying for hundreds of millions of years, and still did not fly out, and there was still a vast expanse in front of him. Flying in the other direction again, all the time flying, he wanted to see where the sky was, and it was hundreds of millions of years, but he still couldn't see it.

Finally stopped, landed on a high mountain, looked at the world, no life, no color. Everything seemed to be watching him, watching him soar, and nothing had changed here.

He suddenly thought of the silence that the old immortal said, and everything in front of him didn't show the word calm, and he was like a soaring desire.

Suddenly, he woke up.

Everything is still the same, next to him is Senior Brother Ruwei, sitting quietly and closing his eyes. The old immortal on the cloud bed has stopped.

He looked at the disciples and said, "Everything you have seen is illusory and real. A thought of the Lingtai, between square inches, the thought of the big can become the heaven and the earth, encompassing all things, and the thought of the small into the micro, not visible in yin and yang. ā€

ps: I would like to pay tribute to my impetuous years that have passed.