The man who is older than Zhang Shaofei is from Honggang Village. His surname is Li and his given name is Wei Ming. He is shorter than the average person and his body is thinner. However, after being nudged by Zhang Shaofei, he became the person who collects the most firewood in the village.
He picked much more firewood from the firewood market every day than anyone else. Those strong men with big arms and round waists, who are extremely powerful, naturally refuse to accept it, and they cannot afford to be embarrassed. So, they secretly competed with Li Weiming.
Early in the morning, before it got dark, they rushed to the mountains. In the middle of the journey, even though they were exhausted and about to fall apart, they did not dare to slack off for a moment. At the end of the day, they still couldn't chop as much firewood as Li Weiming who followed the steps.
They thought: Li Weiming is not as strong as they are, and it does not take as long to chop wood as they do. He uses an ordinary hatchet and does not have any magical or sharp tools. The reason why he chops more firewood than they do , he must be opportunistic, and he only cuts the softest dry firewood, while they usually cut hardwood, which is more laborious and time-consuming.
However, the results they quietly checked were exactly the opposite.
Li Weiming's firewood bundles were made of the finest and hardest mountain violet inside and out. Unlike theirs, the outside was layered with hard wood and the inside was wrapped with half-rotten soft wood.
As a result, customers are vying to buy Li Weiming's dry firewood, which also shows that the firewood he harvests is stronger and more resistant to burning.
The firewood collectors in the village were puzzled. Strange! Could it be that Li Weiming had help from an expert?
Li Weiming's master is Zhang Shaofei - he made himself understand the wonderful function of the heart and mastered the laws of nature.
When others chop wood, they always chop hard towards one place, but Li Weiming chops around; others always try their best to avoid the knotty places and drop the axe, but Li Weiming only starts from the knotty places. The wood in the unknotted parts of the trunk is softer, and they are strong, so each cut can cut deeply into the wood; however, precisely because of this, their woodcutter is always stuck, and they often pull the knife outward. It took more strength and effort than slashing down.
Although the knots mean that the wood is hard, the harder the place, the less likely it is that the wood will get stuck in the wood cutting knife. The wood is brittle and easier to cut.
The truth is so ordinary.
Because it was too ordinary, despite Li Weiming's repeated explanations, others just refused to believe it. Human thinking is often trapped in a vicious cycle of inertia and refuses to extricate itself.
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On this day, Zhang Shaofei came to Yunwu Mountain again without knowing it.
On the way, he picked up a plum branch.
It has probably been abandoned for a long time, and the leaves have withered.
Zhang Shaofei especially loves plum blossoms. He is a person of temperament. In winter, in the vast mountains and fields with withered trees and dry flowers and grass, he will often smell the faint fragrance of flowers.
The fragrance of the flowers will pull him to the plum blossoms blooming in the cold wind.
A plum blossom blooms alone in the mountains.
There is no news of spring, but the secret fragrance is coming.
When Zhang Shaofei was in Hepu, although he only attended a private school intermittently for a few years, he never took the scholar examination and did not have the talent of a poet or poet. But he also knows the unique natural law of plum blossoms blooming in the cold winter: how can plum blossoms be fragrant without going through a bone-chilling cold?
Zhang Shaofei conveniently inserted the half-withered plum blossom on the hill, picked a banana leaf and used it as a spoon, filled some water from the mountain stream, and poured it into the soil around it.
From then on, plum blossoms grew all over Yunwu Mountain. During the season when plum blossoms are in full bloom, mountains and mountains are covered with a vast expanse of white, like snowflakes falling on the earth. The snow-white plum blossoms all over the mountains and plains form a unique landscape, just like the scenery of the North with "thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow drifting".
When the mountain breeze blows, the fragrance of plum blossoms ripples and is intoxicating. It can be said that the mountain people are living in a sea of flowers and a world of fragrance, and they are contented. On the other hand, every time the plum blossoms fall and the plum trees bear fruit, countless green plums hang on the branches, and the branches are bent under the weight of the heavy fruits. The harvested plums can be soaked in wine or sold as preserved fruits. In this way, the plum blossoms planted by Zhang Shaofei have brought a lot of tangible benefits to the local mountain people.
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Zhang Shaofei went up the mountain to collect firewood very early today. Because Lu Huilan was not in good health recently and everything was not going well, he wanted to go to Baiyun Temple in Yunwu Mountain to ask for a peace charm for her, so he had to walk several miles more on the mountain road than before.
The mist shrouded the mountains, making the mountains look very lonely.
"What's wrong with Yunwu Mountain today? Why is it so quiet?" Zhang Shaofei climbed to the top of the mountain with a look of suspicion on his face.
Standing on the top of the Yunwu Mountain, facing the vast sky and the vast sea of clouds, Zhang Shaofei sighed with emotion, "I have never seen the ancients before, and I have never seen the newcomers since. Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears all alone."
The wind blew from the distant sky, carrying the aura of the mountains. Zhang Shaofei seemed to be talking to the sky, the mountains, and the gods. He seemed to hear the heavy voice coming from the depths of the years...
In the busy city, his blurred eyes were no longer covered in dust, and his heart was filled with the innocence and happiness of childhood.
At this time, a white cloud floated eastward leisurely like a graceful girl singing and dancing in the blue sky.
In an instant, Zhang Shaofei seemed to have turned into a white cloud, floating over the mountains, over the top of the mountain ridge, and over the tall Immortal Peak. In the mist-shrouded mountainside, under the shadow of the towering ancient trees, he finally saw the exposed cloud. A corner of the blue brick and black tiled hall of Baiyun Temple.
Ancient temples are hidden deep in the mountains, and mountains and rivers wash away the dusty heart. Zhang Shaofei thought to himself: With such beautiful scenery, Taoist Priest Yunwu Mountain should be dancing with the cranes in such beautiful scenery.
However, things in the world are so unpredictable. Some things and people are different... just not what you think, or in other words, it is the opposite of what you think...
No, the fulfillment was right in front of him - Zhang Shaofei suddenly heard a loud "bang", and in an instant, the Immortal Peak collapsed together with the wide cliff below it!
Great sound and sound...
Zhang Shaofei almost didn't hear the earth-shattering roar of collapse. Although he opened his mouth, he didn't utter a cry of surprise - he was completely stunned. He watched the shock wave caused by the collapse of the cliff and pushed away the mountainside first. In the mist, the Taoist temple revealed its final full appearance, and then disappeared without a trace.
The ancient Taoist temple is like a tiny speck of dust in the hand of a giant. With a gentle blow, it disappears without a trace. It is gone and no trace can be seen...
"Taoist Priest Yunwushan...where are you?"
The mountain forest was like a huge sponge, sucking in all his frantic shouting without any response.
Zhang Shaofei, while walking towards the Taoist temple like crazy, shouting heartbreakingly, braving the falling rocks and dust, desperately walked towards the Taoist temple...
Time seemed to be frozen, and Zhang Shaofei lost his initial madness. He was exhausted, his clothes were torn to pieces by sharp rocks, and his ten fingers were bloody.
All efforts were in vain. Zhang Shaofei could not find anything about the Taoist Master of Yunwu Mountain, not even one of his hairs, his alchemy furnace, or his whisk. It seemed that everything about the Taoist Master had been wiped out, and it seemed that he had never existed. Lived the same way.
In the vast universe, the human body is too small! Compared with the towering Yunwu Mountain, it is too insignificant.
Although Taoist Master Yunwu Mountain has achieved great success in cultivation and has easily lived to such an old age, making him a rare longevity star among people, compared with the mountains and rivers and the earth, and compared with the Immortal Peak carved by Pangu during the time of the founding of the world, the so-called long life is nothing more than a long life. At your fingertips.
Mountains, rivers, and vast land are also subject to ever-changing changes.
Isn't it? Even the Immortal Peak of Yunwu Mountain, which stood tall and towering over the vast land, with its immortal legend, collapsed and disappeared in an instant...
Zhang Shaofei thought carefully: impermanence, flux, change, change... Nothing in the world is static. Thinking of this, he no longer felt the heart-wrenching pain, despair, or sadness.
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The sun has passed the zenith, and the sun shines thousands of golden lights on the mountains and rivers. The Yunwu Mountain under the sun is still full of life.
Every place in Yunwu Mountain, every flower, grass and tree seems to have a story, and each one contains a profound fantasy charm.
When Zhang Shaofei diverted his attention from the ruins of the Taoist temple with blue bricks and black tiles, he discovered a footprint 104 centimeters long and 40 centimeters wide.
This footprint is related to gods: One year there was a severe drought, the land was bare for thousands of miles, and the rice fields and seedlings were withered and yellow. Hundreds of villagers in Qiu County, holding ingots and candles to incense, and carrying temple gods and Buddhas on their shoulders, traveled dozens of miles to Xiangluping in Yunwu Mountain.
When people come here, they only feel the dew and fairy water cooling their hearts, and they still worry about when the good weather (with rain) will come in the future.
After a short break, everyone was busy lighting incense and candles, burning treasures and praying.
Suddenly, the fire reflected on the mountainside, sweat dripped from people's bodies, beads of sweat flowed to the ground, and cigarette smoke shot into the sky, touching the eyes of gods.
The gods parted the clouds and suddenly saw this scene in the human world. They immediately summoned the wind and rain, and a heavy rain fell.
Seeing the heavy rain, the people hurriedly planted the seedlings. The gods, calling for wind and rain, parted the clouds and peered into the human world. They saw that the water in the mountains and rivers was slipping away in vain, so they roared: "We must block the rivers and build dams to retain the water!"
The sun was setting and the crowd had dispersed.
As night falls, the gods descend to earth. Use an umbrella to pick up the fossil of Dashigu and the chun stone from Datang'ao, and prepare to put them in Qiu County to build a dam to store water.
Who knew it would be dawn and it would not be completed.
When the immortal was preparing to return to the heaven in Xiangluping, the light of the incense candle was still bright and the smoke from the incense was still smelling. The crow of roosters in the human world became louder and louder, and the sound of grinding and pounding rice came frequently. The immortal used his fingers to grind the stone in front of Xiangluping. After a few turns, the rumbling grinding sound was earth-shattering. He stepped on the chun stone with his feet, leaving a footprint 104 cm long and 40 cm wide.
Sometimes things in the world are really strange. No matter how hard you try to find what you are looking for, you just can't find it, and what you don't want to look for suddenly appears in front of you. Just like Zhang Shaofei was looking for the relics of Taoist Priest Yunwushan in the ruins. No matter how he searched, he couldn't find them, but unexpectedly he found the footprints of a legendary god.
Ha ha! interesting.
