(Inscription: This is the last episode of the twelfth volume of the "Mountain People Chapter", where Ishino and Fu Jian will end their tracking at the Immortal Ascension Ruins.) 【】The title of this volume is Shanren Chapter, as the name suggests - Shanren is immortal. This journey has been traced to Tanxian Ridge, and thousands of miles of wind and dust are a symbol.

Ishino met a lot of people along the way and did a lot of things. If we look at his behavior from another angle, then what we see in the eyes of the world may be folklore, such as how Chen Yan, a noodle girl, will view Shi Ye?

If you don't look at the plot of Shiye's killing, then it will be a landscape travelogue. The purpose of this description is just to show that "killing" is not only about swords, swords, shadows, blood and rain, but also about eliminating demons and defending the road, but also has a picturesque artistic conception. )

The closing place of China's first national congress is in Nanhu, Jiaxing. The Nanhu Painting Boat was originally the place where the warbler sings, the swallows dance, and the sheng flute whispers, and now it has become a holy place of commemorative significance. When it comes to mountain and lake scenery, there is another place in Jiaxing that is far better than the South Lake, that is, the North and South Lakes located in Haiyan County, on the side of Hangzhou Bay in the East China Sea.

The north and south lakes are dotted among the surrounding mountains, although the mountains are not high, but they are undulating, such as green screens. There is a dike in the lake, and the water surface is divided into north and south, and the light waves are rippling, and the smoke and rain are pleasant. What is even more peculiar is to walk across the causeway, cross the lake, and then climb the cliff at the end of the mountain, and beyond the vast sea. The immortals are here. will also stop and linger, and the laity will come here and wish to be with the mountains and rivers for a long time.

I followed Fu Jian all the way, passed through a village and town, and occasionally saw a stone tablet halfway into the ground at the base of the wall of a house. There are four and a half characters on the stele from top to bottom, which can be vaguely identified as "Dong Xiaowan Funeral Flower". Only then did I remember that there was Nanbei Lake in front of me, and it was also the burial place of Dong Xiaowan, a famous prostitute in Jiangnan. This ancient burial flower monument has been lonely in the mountains for hundreds of years. Now somehow it has become the cornerstone of the wall of ordinary people. (Xu Gongzi's note: There are pictures in the "Works Related" section of this book.) )

Dong Xiaowan is talented, intelligent, beautiful, good at singing and dancing, and works in poetry and painting. Together with Liu Rushi, Li Xiangjun, and Gu Hengbo, they are known as the four famous prostitutes. She collected anecdotes from ancient famous women and compiled them into ". The book "Xi Yan" has been handed down to the world, and the calligraphy and painting include "Butterfly Hui Map". Yangzhou pastries "Cunjin Dong Candy" and "Roll Crisp Dong Candy" are also said to be Dong Xiaowanchuang. In the fifteenth year of Chongzhen, Dong Xiaowan returned to Xinjiang as a concubine. After the fall of the Ming Dynasty, Dong Xiaowan followed Mao Pijiang and fled from Nanbei Lake. At this time, her husband had the idea of leaving the Nanming regime and leaving her. Dong Xiaowan had mixed feelings, seeing the end of spring, the flowers falling, and feeling that her life was drifting, and she didn't know where she would be buried in the future. Sweep off the flowers and bury the incense mounds, crying and red. This move moved Mao Bijiang, and he dispelled the idea of leaving Dong.

This is the historical story of Dong Xiaowan's funeral flowers. Later generation Cao Xueqin wrote "Dream of Red Mansions" and transplanted the allusion of Dong Xiaowan's funeral flowers into the book. became Lin Daiyu's story. Later, Hong Kong martial arts novelist Liang Yusheng wrote "Seven Swords Under the Heavenly Mountain", according to folk legends, Dong Xiaowan was attached to Dong Efei, the concubine of Emperor Shunzhi of the Qing Dynasty, a novelist's fabrication, until now, there are many film and television drama directors who continue to joke.

And I glanced over this stone tablet, and I didn't have time to leave my footsteps to study it carefully, and I thought of Xiao Wan's burial here back then, and today I want Fu to be buried here. The poignant red and the demons of the world are buried in one place. Whether it is beautiful or ugly, it will be purified by heaven and earth in this mountain and water. Sink or sublimate!

At dusk, I chased to the north and south lakes. Fu Ji had climbed the mountain on the other side of the lake and reached the high cliff by the sea. He didn't leave, he no longer hid the aura fluctuations around him, on the contrary, a powerful and powerful momentum emanated from the mountain peaks in the distance. The moment he stopped at the end of Big 6, we suddenly had a heart-to-heart connection - knowing each other's intentions at this time.

Fu Jie, he didn't want to run away anymore, he wanted to make a break here. Because he finally understood that since I was able to chase him all the way here, I would continue to chase him everywhere, and I couldn't get rid of him. Over here. It will be the battlefield where I will have a duel with him. Either he kills me or hurts me hard, or this entanglement will not end. I felt that Fu Jie, sitting cross-legged on the top of the eagle cave, the highest peak of the North and South Lakes Mountains, was quietly recuperating his true qi, waiting for my arrival. I slowed down, didn't chase any further, and walked up another hill.

Among the mountains to the west of the North and South Lakes, there is a small hill with two peaks sandwiched between the two peaks, the south is Nanmu Mountain, the north is Beimu Mountain, the north is Beimu Mountain, and the east side is a three-mile-long valley. The surrounding area is full of ancient trees and bamboo forests, and there is only one path to enter and exit. I walked up the forest trail up this low mountain, and the sky was completely dark, and I saw the sky full of stars twinkling. Then, like Fu Jie, I also sat down and meditated to pranayama to wash away the dust and fatigue of the way. I think Fu Ji can also know my intentions, and we all need to rest and tidy up before finally letting go. Tomorrow at sunrise I will have a break with him.

The mountain is not high, there are immortals, the spirit is quiet, and the body and mind are quiet, and I immediately feel that there is a pure fairy spirit here. I suddenly knew what this place was - this place was called Tan Xianling, a remnant of the ascension of an immortal from a thousand years ago, and this immortal's surname was Tan.

Southern Tang Dynasty Taoist Tan Qiaozi Jingsheng Taiji worshiped Songshan Taoist priest as a teacher, and obtained the art of Bigu Qi nourishment, known as "Zixiao Zhenren". In order to devote himself to cultivation, he traveled all over the famous rivers and mountains, and finally chose to practice pills here and concentrate on writing. Tan Qiao built a furnace on this hill to refine stones and valleys to nourish qi, and also collected medicine and cured diseases for the local people, and left a hand-me-down work "Huashu". After Tan Qiao soared, people called this hill on the north and south lakes as Tan Xianling. The ancient meaning of Chinese characters "Tan" and "Tan" can be communicated, and it has been passed down for thousands of years, and now this mountain has been named "Tan Xianling".

When I was very young, Grandpa Jin taught me calligraphy, and once asked me to write a poem: "The line is made of the Yangtze River fan, and the shoes are thrown to the East China Sea, and there is no way to go to Penglai." Only before Tan Sheng's canoe". After writing it, Grandpa Jin asked me to memorize it, and then told me the story of Tan Qiao and the "Huashu", and also told the legends of Nanbei Lake and Xianling. I was very curious, and I was very clear to hear and remember as a magical story. I've never been to this place, but when I walked in, it was like a memory

So so. It feels very familiar and familiar.

I didn't meditate, but sat down under a towering ancient tree and quietly felt the ancient and clear breath of this place. I remembered what the Wind Gentleman said to me, which was one of the "fetal movements" method he passed on to me that night. After the "broken urn" and entering the "entrance", how should we practice in front of the "entrance"? It is not possible to do it only in meditation, and we need to perceive it ourselves, and the so-called "fetal movement" is actually to find the source of the true self, and to reach another state of existence beyond this source.

In the Floating Life Valley under the Palace of Forgetfulness, Master Tianyue helped me to send me into the door of the entrance by taking advantage of the time and place. But it's up to me to come up with any further realization. How long does it take to enter the entrance door until the holy womb condenses and the melon ripens? Is that really ten months? The Wind Gentleman said that it was not October, but just a virtual symbol. For example, I once lingered for three days and three nights in the delusional realm, which was just a snap of a finger for the wind gentleman. Another example is Fahai, who seems to me to sit for 60 years, for him, just close his eyes and open them again.

Judging from the mantra of "fetal movement". "Broken urn" is followed by "entrance", "entrance" is followed by "in front of the eyes", since the ancient Dan book has a mantra "the entrance is in front of the eyes". The thirty-six caves of the Zhengyi Gate Tiandan Dao divides this realm into four caves, heaven and earth, step by step, and the wind gentleman passed on my four gates and twelve floors, and these four caves and heavens are only combined into one tower. What exactly does the phrase "the entrance is in front of"? I have always had difficulty understanding the "entrance" before there is the "front door". But tonight I suddenly figured it out on Tan Xian Ling!

I remembered Tan Xianren's poem full of Zen - Penglai has no way to go, only before Tan Sheng's cane. This world is so vast and so small, and the realm I want to pursue is so ethereal and so close. It's ethereal because it's with me and I don't realize it. It's close, it's right in front of you, where is it? right where you're on your hands. The Diamond Sutra mentions "having no place to live" and then says, "One should dwell as it is, and surrender one's mind." Now I finally understand, although it is not suddenly enlightened, but it is also a hazy epiphany. This is "the front of the entrance". The breakthrough of the spiritual realm is not achieved in meditation, but in the sudden realization at this moment

A little sprout in the hallway, a little state of existence, consciousness began to awaken from the point of eternal stillness, and it grew little by little. Gradually, I began to communicate with the outside world. Such a small thing can echo the whole universe, and the small of my mind can retreat to the greatness of no thought, or it can return to nothing. After I comprehended the power of my mind, I created my own Divine Night Heavenly Thunder Spell, and I finally fully understood it tonight, and its power is not entirely in my mana, but in how much power it can stir up in heaven and earth. I am the "guide" of a realm, and the key is how broad the connotation of the spiritual world of my place can be condensed.

One sitting is one night. The dew dripping from the branches reminded me that a new day had arrived. I opened my eyes and felt a little dazzled – the sun hadn't risen yet but the sky was already shining. Although you can't see the sea in the distance, you can feel the sparkling waves on the surface of the sea from the white glow of the sky. Silky. A few egrets flew out of the gauzy mist on the edge of the lake, and their silhouettes were swaying in the morning mist. I stretched and stood up and walked towards the top of the eagle where Fu Jie's was located.

Like me, Fu Jian also spent the night recuperating and practicing among the mountains full of fairy energy. Maybe it's because of the difference in our hearts, we choose different places to stop. I'm talking about the fairy ridge, and he's on top of the eagle's cave. The top of the eagle's cave is the highest peak at the time of the sea and the sky, the peak is rocky, like an eagle spreading its wings, and the peak of Wucheng where the seven leaves stop, is somewhat similar. Practicing here has the momentum of a small world and the state of mind of taking the sky and looking down on all sentient beings. When I climbed to the top of the eagle's cave, Fu Jian stood with his back to the sea and looked at me coldly. I stopped a few feet in front of him, and there was a natural conversation between us.

Fu Jie: "You're finally here." ”

"It's not that I'm here, it's that you have nowhere to go. ”

Fu Jie: "It's not that I have nowhere to go, but I don't want to go." I'm here to wait for you. ”

"In that case, why are you still running away thousands of miles? ”

Fu Jie: "Can't you see that my injuries have healed this night." ”

"It's your injury, what does it have to do with me. ”

Fu Jie: "Do you think you can kill me today?" ”

"How can I know if I don't kill you. ”

Fu Jie: "Aren't you afraid of death, you can still live well if you leave here." ”

"I don't know life and death. I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want to die either, my practice is longevity. Kill you to live well. ”

Fu Jie: "If I kill you, don't say immortality, you will be a short-lived ghost in your life." ”

"I don't know how to live forever if I die. How many innocent people have suffered because of you, you have harmed sentient beings, and I am also the living beings of sentient beings. If you don't get rid of demons, how can you live forever? If I don't kill you, how can I live, how can I know that others are not me, and how can I know that I am not others. ”

Fu Jie: "How can you have such a tone at such a young age." ”

"Yesterday, I met half of the funeral flower remnants on the road, and I just figured out this truth this morning. ”

Fu Jie: "If you want to kill, you will kill, either I will kill you or you will kill me." It's hard to think about you all night. ”

"I wasn't thinking of you this night. I'm not in vain when your wounds heal. ”

This time he didn't have the slightest advantage in answering and answering, he condescendingly gathered all night, and the momentum did not suppress me under the mountain. Seeing that he couldn't gain the upper hand, he immediately changed his mind and slowly pulled out the two-foot Yanling knife. He flicked his finger at the blade of the knife, and after the echo dissipated, Fu Jian did not look at me, but looked into the distance and said, "The magic weapon in my hand is called Hao Guangyu. Light Feather is never stained with blood, but he can transform into thousands of flying blades to kill people. It can also accumulate the power of heaven and earth to deliver a dazzling blow that overwhelms mountains and seas. This device is varied, can be divided, combined, attacked, and defended. Since my debut, there have been countless people who have been like you in a vain attempt to eliminate demons and defend the Dao, but under the light of the feather, they have fallen into a catastrophe and have never been restored, and their cultivation has been ruined.