In fact, the sword has not been lost. Isn’t the sword stuck in your heart?
The moment the old man's words fell, Ye Qin felt his heart twitching slightly, as if something really hit him directly, attacking his heart.
It broke our hearts.
It seems to have touched some memories that I don't want to look back on.
Ye Qin froze on the spot, chewing on these words repeatedly.
Although some things have passed away and can no longer be restored, they have left a strong mark in the memory.
Just like: "I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with me, but it turns out that it's not like I am a young man."
In the long river of time, how many people return to a certain node again and again, trying to find what they have lost, but they can only stand by the boat and wander.
What you lost will never come back because you are no longer the same person you once were.
The sword was actually lost, but not lost.
Because when I revisit my old place, everything is in my heart.
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Unknowingly, it was getting late, and the setting sun cast a faint afterglow. The water and sky continued to merge, and from a distance it looked like the setting sun was about to sink into the river.
Several golden waves surged, and sparkling light reappeared in them, like countless big golden fish, constantly jumping, chasing the setting sun, but they could never catch up with the passing time.
Soon the waves calmed down, and the sun set in the west, casting on the green hills on both sides of the bank. Deep shadows were reflected on the water, and the outlines of the mountains gradually became unclear.
Ye Qin was lost in thought until the old man's voice brought his thoughts back to reality.
"What do you think of this eternal thing in this world?"
The old man asked the previous question again, and this time Ye Qin had a vague answer in his heart, and it was completely different from before.
Throughout the five thousand years of civilization history, from the prosperity to decline of each dynasty and each generation, and from the beginning to the end of life, these are constant changes. The rise and fall of things follow certain laws. It seems that nothing is eternal. .
But the law is the law, and the Tao is the Tao.
Lao Tzu has a saying: "Tao creates one, creates two, and two creates three."
The Tao and Dharma of all things have never changed, and the Tao and Dharma transcend the universe itself and exist forever.
No matter what stage of life we are in or how we behave, it will not affect the fact that Taoism is independent and unchangeable.
Take himself as an example. Even if Ye Qin's end is approaching and he is going to die, Taoism will not be wiped out because of his demise.
Even if everything is gone, the Taoism will still exist forever.
This is the road that Ye Qin pursues, the "way" that he continues to explore and advance from the beginning to the present!
All things may cease to exist, but the Tao and the Dharma remain eternal in the heart!
The sword can be thrown away or replaced, but as long as your heart remains unchanged, it will always be stuck in your heart!
Ye Qinhuan's dilated pupils became firm again, "The Tao is not in the water, but in my heart."
He seemed to be talking to the old man, but also seemed to be talking to himself.
Although Ye Qin is the only one exploring this road alone, it is like a blind man crossing a river or a blind man groping for an elephant, full of unknowns and elusiveness.
But the road is not alone!
"Even if I am now submerged in the long river of history, revisiting my old place, and all external objects and even my body and soul have passed away, the Tao and Dharma in my heart will never fade away!"
When Ye Qin said these words again, his mind was already a little uneasy, and thousands of emotions came to his heart, just like when he tasted the old man's glass of wine.
All kinds of tastes, sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy, came to his heart. He hadn't felt like this for a long time.
The eternal thing in the world is "Tao".
Taoism and law exist forever and remain unchanged from ancient times.
At this moment, Ye Qin's Taoist heart is becoming more determined. No matter how great the dangers are in the future, it will be impossible to destroy him today.
It seems that what the old man dropped into the water was a sword, but what he picked up was not the Tao?
Seeing that Ye Qin was enlightened, the old man put his palms in his hands and laughed, "That's exactly it."
He was like a wise man who followed the instructions. He did not tell the answer at the beginning, but let Ye Qin discover it by himself.
Ye Qin looked somewhat enlightened, "Thank you very much."
The old man waved his hand nonchalantly, "Thank you for nothing. I'm just an ordinary ferryman, just giving you a ride."
"Now the wind has stopped and the rain has stopped, and the ship has docked."
Ye Qin understood the underlying meaning of the old man's words and took the next words, "It's time for me to get off the boat."
When the old man called him to take shelter from the rain, it was the origin of the relationship. Now that the rain has stopped, it means the end of the relationship.
The old man watched Ye Qin get off the boat, picked up the remaining single log paddle and slowly propped it up. The boat squeaked and drifted into the distance.
The setting sun is like blood,
The boat gradually turned into a small black dot in Ye Qin's sight, just like when it came, following the last few rays of sunset, it slowly merged into the river.
The old man's soul-stirring singing came from the distance.
the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.
Right and wrong, success or failure turn around in vain.
Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.
Happy reunion over a pot of wine.
Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter.
…
The sound got farther and farther until it finally disappeared.
Ye Qin looked dazed, and a huge wave came crashing down. All he could see was the vast white waves of the river, like salt and snow. The afterglow of the setting sun shed another light.
Not far away, there are many mountains, the river is like a mirror, the green mountains are floating on the water, reflecting the general outline, and the lingering sun is slowly sinking on the rock walls of the green mountains.
Ye Qin watched the river rolling by, as if he had seen the long river of history rushing by. Five thousand years slowly passed away, and he faintly heard a sigh coming from it.
It seems that the ancients are constantly rummaging through the long river of history to find the eternal value of life.
After going through reincarnation in the world, we will have a lot and lose a lot. Human life is a constant possession or loss. In the end, all dust will return to dust, and dust will return to dust.
But there is something that exists forever.
The Taoism remains unchanged from time immemorial and sticks in the heart like a sharp sword. This is what Ye Qin desires.
The waves are flowing, and the river is never ending. Let the river wash away all the things in the world and turn them into a surging tide.
The wheel of time is never merciful, and it will not be moved by human will. No one can keep the pace of time like the passing of time.
Some people let nature take its course and drift with it, while others look back and indulge in it, but no matter what, we must always look forward, because time moves forward, not backward.
Ye Qin watched the long river of time rushing endlessly, and in it, some eternal existence would always settle down.
"Life is limited, the river never stops, and Taoism will last forever."
At this moment, Ye Qin had a clear understanding. The river in front of him was surging, connecting the past and the future, and the shadows of the two gradually overlapped.
A bold idea suddenly came to him.
"If you visualize this river, what kind of effect will it have?"
Illusion and reality are intertwined, and Taoist temples are used as a medium to arouse the mottled power of time. In fact, until now, Ye Qin has not figured out whether this is a silhouette of time, or whether he himself participated in it.
A passer-by or a spectator?
Ye Qin had no way of exploring this issue. Even though he was wandering around for the second time now, he still couldn't figure out the mysterious power of it.
But it’s right to think about it. After all, the power of time is involved, and there are indeed some special existences. If it is so easy to find out, wouldn’t it be possible to overturn time and time casually?
Fang Buddha sensed the master's thoughts, and the Qi Pill slowly circulated in Ye Qin's body, emitting a few wisps of the energy of heaven and earth, and soon wisps of white mist emerged from Ye Qin's body.
It stretches continuously towards the river and blends into the green mountains and green waters.
Unconsciously, the origin of the bones appeared, and the melodious and far-reaching sight also fell on the thousands of miles of mountains.
The snake and the bones were silent, looking into the distance.
Visualize the river!
The river tide gradually subsided and no longer caused ripples. As if it was worried about disturbing something, it occasionally picked up a few fallen flowers and moved closer to Ye Qin and Bai Gu, with a hint of intimacy.
The surrounding water mist gathered and deepened, and the outline of the green mountains became blurred. It seemed that only this endless river was left, frozen in Ye Qin's eyes.
"call--"
Ye Qin calmed down and felt the information conveyed by the river. Every rising tide was its breath.
The sound of gurgling water continued, but his heart was calmer than ever before. It was as if his whole body was sinking in the river and swimming with the waves into the distance.
There was more and more mist on the river, covering the surface of the river. Even the original blue water was covered up, surrounding the bones, and then all was absorbed by the Shangqing Temple.
The eaves of Shangqing Temple held in the palm of my hand condensed into countless small water droplets, as if they were stained by mist and rain. The dilapidated Taoist temple had an indescribable meaning.
It's just that the Shangqing Observation is a miniature version of the existence, and the water droplets, rain and mist are even smaller, making it difficult to capture with the naked eye.
Ye Qin's heart gradually became calm. Regardless of the direction of the river, time seemed to have been frozen at this moment, becoming an eternal picture.
The river tide became turbulent again, rolling up countless snowflakes, like a silver vase being broken, water slurry poured out, washing the bones continuously, and each bone was lingering with the mist of water, making it look extremely sacred.
Even Ye Qin's dark green snake scales had small droplets of water on them, like jade beads on emerald, which was so beautiful to see, but he remained motionless, as if he was respecting a stone.
Thousands of water flows gathered together, looking so ordinary, but in Ye Qin's eyes, both the direction of the river and the shape of the waves were extremely special.
"Buzz——"
The faint bell rang again, as if the dusty history opened a door, picking up the dust of countless years and slowly rushing towards Ye Qin.
The feeling of weightlessness came back again, as if someone was constantly pulling on the soul.
"Am I leaving?"
But at this moment, Ye Qin hasn't finished his visualization yet. It would be nice if he could be given a little more time.
However, no one can resist the power of time. This is just a mottled fragment and will not change because of Ye Qin's thoughts.
As the sun sets in the west, the surrounding scenery becomes more blurry, and it seems that with the sunset, all the light sinks into the river, causing weak ripples.
Ye Qin was introverted, trying not to be affected by the things around him, and concentrated on visualizing the river in front of him.
However, the flow speed of the river seemed to be fluctuated rapidly by two invisible hands, getting faster and faster, so that it was drawn into afterimages in the air, and its speed could not be caught with the naked eye.
boom!
Seeing the torrent of time rushing towards his face, Ye Qin's heart palpitated and he opened his eyes suddenly.
The sun was just right at the moment, and there was nothing like the sunset just now.
The water surface was filled with sparkling waves, and everything seemed so calm, except that there would never be a small boat, nor would there be an old man on the black-top boat.
The green hills on both sides of the Taiwan Strait remain the same, and they don't look any different, but upon closer inspection, there are still big differences.
In the distance, a group of people were slowly coming towards us.
The leader should be a teacher, smiling and very friendly. He also held a sign in his hand that said "Class 73".
Behind him were a group of children wearing light blue school uniforms and little yellow hats, but they were a group of students on an outing.
Those young faces, which have not yet lost their baby fat, are filled with innocence, like the rising sun, looking at the world with curious eyes.
Compared to the excited expressions of the others, the little girl at the back of the team lowered her head and looked very worried.
"What a strange feeling... Why do I feel that Grandpa Mountain God is coming?"
She looked at the river in the distance with a blank expression. She always felt that there should be a small boat there, but she couldn't see anything.
"Everyone, please don't run around. There is water nearby. The water depth is dangerous and you must keep a good distance. You must not leave the teacher's sight."
The teacher's voice came, carefully reminding the students to pay attention to safety matters.
Those students were also very obedient and listened carefully.
"We are about to arrive at the 'Dai Wang Village'. According to legend, the first people to come to this village were the mausoleum keepers of the Chu State. This is also where the name of the village comes from. Not only that, this village is also related to another historical story. , do you want to know?"
"think!"
The students said in unison.
"Then, students, rest where you are, then take out your Chinese textbook and turn to page five."
As the teacher finished speaking, the sound of turning pages could be heard, and the breeze ruffled the river water like a "swishing".
The students curiously looked at the fifth page of the textbook and saw this short story in classical Chinese:
"Carving a Boat and Seeking a Sword"
[There was a man from Chu who was wading into the river. His sword fell from the boat into the water. He suddenly signed a contract with the boat and said, "This is where my sword fell from." The boat stopped, and the person who signed the contract entered the water to find it. The boat has moved, but the sword cannot move. Isn't it confusing to ask for a sword like this? 】
…
Naturally, the students could not understand this kind of classical Chinese, so soon, a childish voice came from the little yellow hat, "Teacher, what does it mean to carve a boat and ask for a sword?"
Seeing the confused expressions of the children, the teacher smiled and explained:
"In ancient times, a man from Chu State took a boat to cross a river. When the boat reached the middle of the river, the Chu man accidentally slipped a sword he was carrying with him into the river. He quickly reached out to catch it, but it was too late, and the sword had already fallen into the river. in the river. The people on the boat felt very sorry for this.
But the Chu man seemed confident, and immediately took out a knife, carved a mark on the side of the ship, and said to everyone: "This is the place where the sword fell into the water, so I want to carve a mark."
No one understood why he did this, and no one asked him anymore.
After the ship docked, the Chu people immediately launched into the water at the marked place on the ship to retrieve the fallen sword. The Chu people fished for a long time, but there was no sign of the sword. He felt very strange and said to himself, "Didn't my sword fall from here? I also carved a mark here, how can I not find it now?"
Hearing what he said, those people laughed and said, "The ship has been moving, but your sword has sunk to the bottom of the water and will not move with the ship. How can you find your sword?"
Okay, this is the story of "Carving a Boat and Searching for a Sword", and this story takes place right in front of everyone in Daiwang Village. This is where the story of "Carving a Boat and Searching for a Sword" comes from. "
The teacher's vivid words and vivid movements made the children quickly understand the meaning and burst into laughter.
"Teacher Zhang is so stupid. The boat keeps moving forward, and the dropped objects don't move with the boat. How can we find them?"
"Yes, Teacher Zhang, he is too stupid. I feel like the chubby guy who came last in this exam is smarter than him."
The person who was named was a somewhat chubby boy with a thick body. When he walked, he felt like his whole body was shaking, so he was nicknamed "Little Fatty" by everyone.
Xiaopang couldn't help but retort after hearing this, "What's wrong with being in last place? I just didn't perform well this time. Maybe I can be first in the exam next time!"
The children were chattering and the scene suddenly became extremely lively, like a vegetable market. Teacher Zhang looked on with a kind smile and did not stop their discussion.
"If I were that person, I would jump down and pick things up immediately."
"If it falls, just let it fall. If there is anything to be gained, the worst thing is to buy a new one."
"If it were something from before, I would fish it out. If it's worthless, I'd just leave it alone."
The children expressed their opinions one after another. The children's words may sound ridiculous to adults, but they are their own ideas.
Seeing that they had almost finished their discussion, Teacher Zhang finally spoke, "Students, please be quiet. This story tells us a very important truth."
After hearing Teacher Zhang's words, the originally noisy team suddenly became quiet.
"This person who is looking for a sword only thinks that the sword will be found wherever it fell. His understanding is inconsistent with the objective facts, and the result will naturally be failure."
"So if our thoughts are not in line with objective reality, we will not succeed in doing things. Moreover, objective reality is constantly developing and changing. If we regard old rules and regulations as a magic weapon to solve new problems, we will make a lot of jokes."
The children seemed to understand.
"Teacher Zhang, I understand. All in all, we can't be like this sword-seeking man who foolishly only uses one method to do everything and doesn't listen to other people's advice."
Many children also echoed and expressed their own opinions, "This person is really stupid."
"It's actually not like this."
But at this moment, someone in the team suddenly spoke. Although his voice was small and immature, it was very firm, which was particularly obvious among the children who were echoing.
"I think the story of carving a boat and seeking a sword is not understood this way."
Hearing the different voices, Teacher Zhang was slightly surprised. His eyes fell on the end of the team, and he suddenly showed a gentle smile.
At the end of the team is a little girl who was recently transferred. She looks very quiet and cute. Compared to the immature peers around her, she has a special feeling about her.
Although she doesn't like to talk and seems a bit unsociable, she is very quiet and never takes the initiative to cause trouble. She is obviously a child, but sometimes she looks like an adult, mature and sensible.
After learning about her life experience and background, Teacher Zhang felt even more affection for her.
And she is very studious, but the strange thing is that she likes to ask about knowledge related to classical Chinese, but this is obviously not what children of this age like.
But maybe this is talent, so Teacher Zhang is very concerned about it. After all, he also wants to help new students integrate into the group as soon as possible.
Teacher Zhang asked softly: "Xiaocao, do you have any different ideas?"
(End of chapter)
