Yangzhou City in July, shrouded in a faint mist, nourishing all things, the willows on the street, the grass and trees on the side of the road, growing silently in the faint mist.

The world is still in turmoil, the majestic and calm atmosphere of the ancient city of Yangzhou, the exquisite and simple buildings in the city, and the thriving grass and trees planted all over the streets and alleys, and the wild and interesting gardens in the backyards of large families, are incompatible with the world outside the city, and form a contrast with the refugees with yellow faces and thin muscles.

In a remote courtyard in Yangzhou City, adhering to Jiangnan's love for garden architecture, this covers an area of only dozens of acres of a two-entry courtyard, there is actually a small garden, the garden rockery and flowing water are also complete, piled into a small pavilion on the earthen platform, a young man in white under the eaves red tile sits on the futon.

Du Xu was meditating in the pavilion, his face was calm and serene, sitting there cross-legged, with a Yue Zhenyuan's bearing.

The mist in the air was blown towards him by the wind, but it lightly bypassed Du Xu's body, swirling around him, and from a distance, Du Xu's surroundings were surrounded by clouds and mist, and from time to time there was a strange cloud disturbance, as if there was a dragon in the fog, and the crane soared in the clouds.

Nearly a month has passed since Qibao Temple, and during this time, Du Xu's cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and his soul has grown to a bottleneck!

He is now running his true qi, hitting the bottleneck, and has been preparing for this for three days.

Three days ago, Du Xu felt that he was unsettled, and he often felt a little trance, he suspected that there was a demon calamity, and hurriedly went to consult Uncle Jiu, and after Uncle Jiu carefully inquired about his mental condition, he handed him a copy of the "Nanhua Sutra".

Du Xu was puzzled and went back to look through it carefully, he rarely read the scriptures of these sages, and when he looked at it, he felt that he had realized every word. Until I saw: "Those who look at the other side of the house, the empty room is white, and the auspiciousness stops." In this paragraph, I feel like I'm rushing to the face, and there's a kind of irritability that wants to grasp something, but there is no clue.

"Uncle Nine wants to remind me that my soul has grown to a limit, and my strength is full but my self-nature is insufficient, so my soul is restless, which is a precursor to not being able to control my soul power. ”

"There is a record of this in the Taoist scriptures, and the image of the soil is only three inches. Add water to make mud, only three feet high. Fire refining pottery, only three zhang. ”

"The soul of a mortal is like dust, even if the visualization is exercised to the extreme, it is like a clay statue made of dry soil, the highest is no more than three inches, and even if the soul of a mortal is exercised to the extreme, that is, the ears and eyes are clearer. ”

"Cultivators refine the essence of medicine from the human body, temper it into true qi, and the true qi of the soul nourish each other, just like adding water to the dust, turning the soil into mud, so that the soul has more room for improvement, the true qi and the power of the soul are mixed, and it can produce extraordinary power, which is called mana by the monk. ”

"But even if it is clay, the clay statue is only three feet high, and if it is heightened, it is in danger of collapsing, because the clay statue is not strong enough to maintain itself. My soul is now so strong that it can't be sustained!"

"The solution is already hinted at by Uncle Jiu, and the Taoist scriptures also make it clear: 'fire refining pottery'. Sublimate the soul and illuminate the sexual light. Let the clay soul sublimate into ceramics, which has a stronger essence. ”

Du Xu understood the bottleneck of his own practice, so he returned to the small courtyard he rented, carefully reflected on what he had done at this stage, began to reflect on his own cultivation, right and wrong, etc., and thought about his various thoughts repeatedly, which were from his own inner nature, and those were due to the influence of society and other people on him.

After three days like this, I felt that I finally had a feeling of returning to a baby as the Tao Te Ching said, and Du Xu's observation of his heart finally grasped his own nature.

As soon as a person is born as a baby, he has no thoughts and no thoughts, and he has no nature, but in the growth of the day after tomorrow, all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts contaminated with red dust cause the reaction and change of congenital light, forming the nature of a "person".

When I see people happy, my heart rejoices, and love is my nature.

I empathize with people when they see them suffering, and compassion is in my nature.

When I see retribution for people, evil retribution is with me, and I feel pleasure, and revenge is my nature.

When I saw that someone was harming me and hindering me, so that I could not get away with it, I had the intention of killing, and killing was my nature.

When I see people happy, I look back on my own misfortunes, and I feel jealous and hateful, and jealousy is my nature.

I see that the pursuit is right in front of me, and I am indomitable in my heart without bending means, and this indomitable is my nature.

There is no distinction between superior and inferior nature, only whether or not it is blinded! Congenital light is often polluted by red dust and distractions, and there are all kinds of distortions, but they forget their original intentions, their true nature.

Du Xu began to recall since he had a memory!

Du Xu spent three days in this way to reflect on himself, and reflect on what is out of nature and what is influenced by the environment and other people after his heart matures!

In the classroom, a thin figure held a book, looking at it happily, his heart was full of joy and satisfaction, and he felt that he knew a little more, and he was happy. Later, this thin figure, under the scolding of his father and the tears of his mother, put down his favorite books and picked up the textbooks, and in his heart, there was dissatisfaction with being restrained and disgust with knowledge.

On the road, an ordinary young man walked towards the opposite side in high spirits, and suddenly a big truck rushed towards him, the young man did not have time to react, and died under the wheels, his heart had a desire for life, reluctance to his family, and disappointment in reality, and the helpless connivance of death.

In the dormitory, a college student woke up with a headache, holding a mirror-shaped tattoo on his left arm, with the expectation of eternal life, the joy of getting rid of shackles, the ambition to cross the world, and the desire for money and beauty.

In the broken temple, a young short-haired Taoist priest, with a black belt wrapped around his left hand, supported the ground with his right hand, sat loosely, and outside the temple was a dense number of ghosts and ghosts, with the pride of leveling demons in his heart, and the strong confidence and courage in himself, as well as the fear of facing ghosts and the threat of death.

Is this all me? In the past three days, this person who likes and dislikes, who is unwilling and indifferent, who longs for freedom and covets red dust, who is brave and fearless, who is greedy for life and afraid of death, is it really me?

Du Xu was confused, for three days, he continued to reflect on himself, recalling his thoughts on facing life, but he was lost in these contradictory thoughts.

Who am I? What kind of me am the real me? I love learning, I hate learning, I long for life, I give up on myself, I am at ease, I want the sea, I am brave and fearless, I am greedy for life and afraid of death, which is the real me?

Such countless chaotic thoughts constantly hit Du Xu's mind, these are Du Xu's thoughts and thoughts, if Du Xu accepts these thoughts, it will cause great conflicts, half of them may die, and half of them may go crazy.

Only by clarifying the spiritual light of nature in these contradictory thoughts can we cut away the delusion of distracting thoughts, wipe away all kinds of acquired filth of the innate spirit, and see the sexual light.

Du Xu is now in this pavilion, drumming up his true qi and maintaining the clarity of his soul, observing and thinking.

In the sea of knowledge, there are many figures of Du Xu, including Du Xu when he was a child, Du Xu when he grew up, Du Xu when he was in love, Du Xu after breaking up, Du Xu who is a mortal, and Du Xu who is a monk. Among the thousands of figures, there is one figure that is the clearest, this figure is sitting on a futon, dressed in white and with short hair, exactly the same as Du Xu in reality.

This figure is not as illusory as others, just like a living person, it is Du Xu's soul.

The eyes of the divine soul slowly opened, and the black and white colors in the eyes formed two Taiji diagrams, slowly rotating like a whirlpool, and then an overwhelming black and white sword qi slashed towards the other figures.

The little figure in the classroom, happily holding the book, a sword light, cut off the disgust for knowledge in his heart. - I don't hate studying, I just don't like being constrained.

The young man under the wheels looked at the oncoming truck in fear, and a sword light cut off the connivance of death in his heart. - I love my life, I just don't like some aspects of reality.

The college student in the dormitory was looking forward to holding his left arm, and a sword light cut off the greedy desire for power and money in his heart. - Eternal life is my wish, money and beauty are all vain.

The short-haired Taoist priest in the broken temple looked fearlessly at the ghosts outside the temple, and a sword light cut off the fear of ghosts and gods in his heart, and the fear of death. - I pursue immortality with the courage to face death.

The illusory distractions of a figure were cut away by the sword light, some disappeared completely, and some condensed into points of light, suspended in the sea of knowledge. A little bit of light slowly converged into a beam, thousands of points of light, gathered together and turned into a long light and threw it into Du Xu's soul.