When Mu Mu and the master woke up, Li Ye had already cooked the porridge and put some chopped mushrooms on top, giving it a faint fragrance.
Seeing the flying snow in the sky and the snow on the ground, Mu Mu was so happy that she took her master's hand and ran out of the cave. Bai Susu was so scared that she hugged her tightly.
He scolded gently: "I told you, don't run around on the edge of the cliff on a snowy day. If you want to play for a while, after breakfast, ask my brother to take you to the edge of the forest to play."
A gust of wind and snow swept up the snow particles on the ground, and Bai Susu wrapped Mumu into the wooden house.
Looking at Mr. and Li Ye in a daze, I remembered that my master and apprentice were indeed a bit wild.
Smiling softly, he pointed at Mu Mu and said: "This little guy is dishonest and wants to run wild in the snow, so he asked me to carry him in. There is a cliff a few feet outside the house. She can't handle it now. Falling down what to do?"
"Mumu wants to go crazy. After breakfast, let your brother accompany you to build a snowman at the edge of the forest."
Mu Mu woke up this morning wearing an animal skin vest over her white skirt, which looked very cute. She pouted, ran to Li Ye, and shouted: "Brother, hurry up and bring some porridge, and take me to play after eating."
Seeing Li Ye's troubled look, the teacher couldn't help but laugh: "Appropriate fun does not affect practice. Isn't there a saying: If you want to learn poetry, you have to work on poetry!"
You think that practicing swordsmanship on bamboo leaves is an insurmountable peak. It is like a tall wall blocking your eyes. You hate that you don't understand it deeply and that your desire is out of reach.
It should be noted that spiritual practice is like writing poetry. As high as Li Bai and Du Fu, it can only be said that it has reached the gate of the high wall. As for the poems of other so-called poets and poets, it is not worth mentioning.
If you really want to learn to write poetry, you must not only learn the words and sentences, but also have a deeper knowledge. The skill of writing poetry lies in the experience outside poetry.
Should your swordsmanship skills be experienced outside of practice? Just like you did at that moment, did you deliberately go to the branches to swing that sword?
I believe that if you swing a sword now, it may not be as good as the one just now.
Entering the foundation-building realm is just the beginning of your cultivation path. You can only start to feel the breath between heaven and earth. Only practitioners who have entered the golden elixir can integrate their consciousness with the vitality of heaven and earth. Then they must Existence and the nature of heaven and earth remain as one.
At what point will you understand that you must not only understand the rules of the flow of heaven and earth's vitality on the surface, but also master this rule in essence, use the origin of heaven and earth for your use, and fundamentally understand what the origin of heaven and earth is.
By that time, you will have broken the pill and turned it into a baby.
Bai Susu looked worried when she saw Li Ye wearing a thin robe. "I remember that my husband made you a robe made of animal skins. Why don't you put it on? It's freezing cold here."
Li Ye glanced at Bai Susu, then at Mu Mu, and replied softly: "Sir, he taught me that if I want to achieve something, I should work my muscles and bones and starve my body. The master at the Great Buddha Temple taught me that I must have a strong Taoist heart and not be a heretic." This causes barriers to grow outside the Taoist heart, and barriers to grow outside the barriers."
"These Xu Fengxue can't affect my Taoist heart, let alone become a barrier to my Taoist heart." Although Li Ye's body is thin, his Taoist heart is extremely determined.
The teacher nodded in approval and replied: "That's even true. As long as your Taoist mind is strong and not influenced by outsiders, your future cultivation path will be much smoother and you won't need to overcome all kinds of evil obstacles."
Mu Mu watched the conversation between the three of them and couldn't help it. She took Li Ye's hand and said, "Brother, hurry up and build a snowman at the edge of the forest. The husband and master are afraid of the cold, so let them stay in the house."
Both Bai Susu and her husband were laughed at by Mu Mu. Li Ye put on his boots, took Mu Mu's hand, lifted the curtain, and plunged into the snowy sky.
Li Ye is a person who likes to be clean, even in this stormy sky, but Mu Mu doesn't care about this. She grabs some snow from the ground, squeezes it into a ball in her hand, and throws it at him, giggling. .
Seeing the innocent look on Mu Mu's face, he had no choice but to follow her temper, grab a ball of snow on the ground, and gently throw it to Mu Mu, reminding her from time to time not to fall. .
Seeing that her brother was not playing seriously, Mu Mu threw it away for a while and stopped playing. She knelt down and rolled a snowball on the ground. Li Ye also came over to help her. After a while, the two of them rolled a big snowball. The two of them patted the snowball with their palms to make it firmer, then stood the snowball up to make a snowman's body.
Li Ye continued to beat the snowball with his hands, trying to shape it into a roughly human shape. Mumu continued to roll snowballs on the ground, and she wanted to roll out another one to be the big head of the snowman.
Li Ye, who had taken the human form, came to help her roll it. The two of them worked together to lift the snowballs and pile them on the snowman they had built before. Li Ye slapped them with his palms to build a complete human form. Mumu rolled the snowball for a while, panted a little, and then stayed quietly on the side to watch Li Ye fix it.
A small face was blown red by the wind and snow, showing a pink smile. From time to time, he reminded Li Ye to add some snow cubes to his arms, and asked him to follow him and dig out a few unburned chunks from the usual barbecue fire. The charcoal was thrown at Li Ye's feet and used to make the snowman's eyes.
Li Ye went to the forest to pick up two pine branches and used them to make the snowman's hands. In the end, it was the snowman's mouth that stumped the two of them. Li Ye said if that didn't work, just use charcoal. Mu Mu disagreed and said, "Obviously people's mouths are red, how can there be a black mouth?"
But where can I find a carrot on this mountain to make a snowman's mouth? In the end, someone compromised and used some broken charcoal to press into the snowman. It looked like the snowman's teeth were black.
After patting the snow on his body, Li Ye turned around and wanted to go back to the wooden house, but saw Mu Mu pulling down the branch stuck on the snowman, holding it in his hand and cutting it with a knife. He couldn't help but ask her: "Mumu, what are you doing?"
"What you did is so ugly. I'll cut him a sword and let him stand here and chop the snowflakes." Mu Mu pouted her little mouth and let out a breath of heat. With a wave of his little hand, a smooth branch was inserted into the snowman's hand.
Li Ye was stunned and suddenly felt the sound of a trace of snow being penetrated by a branch on the snowman's body.
Holding Mumu's little hand, the two walked through the thick snow and returned to the wooden house.
Mu Mu exhaled hot air from her small mouth, shouted with her little hands that it was too cold, and threw herself into Bai Susu's arms.
Li Ye sat opposite his husband, who was cutting a Tianshan hemlock tree with a black knife in his hand. It looked similar to the Shura knife in his hand, but was one size smaller, and the blade was only two feet long.
Mr. Sheng was very careful with every cut he made, and the force was not too heavy. It seemed that if he used more force, he would cut off the wooden knife that was about to be formed.
Li Yeshan stared at his husband's hand, but his mind flew into the wind and snow in the sky.
He heard the sound of gurgling water at the entrance of the cave. It was so cold that before it fell into the mountain stream under the cliff, it turned into ice and shattered with a crisp sound under the cliff.
He heard the sound of the ice flakes cut from the cedar branches in the morning falling from the pine needles and falling on the snow because the snow was too thick to bear the weight.
He heard the sound of hares gnawing at the grass in the woods that had not been completely sealed by the heavy snow, and a snow leopard was foraging for food on the slopes a few miles away. The sound of snow.
The fire in the stove is burning, and the water vapor in the kettle is coming out.
It is a very painful thing for a practitioner to break through a realm. Sometimes, even after years of hard practice, one may not be able to break through a realm, just like Li Hongxiu before.
Sometimes breaking through a realm is a very simple matter. Just like when Li Ye went from gathering Qi to building a foundation in one go, he didn't feel the hindrance of breaking through two realms in a row.
The wind and snow were flying in the sky outside, but it couldn't affect Li Ye's mood at the moment.
The teacher said that after cultivating the golden elixir realm, the practitioner will develop spiritual consciousness, so that he can wander outside the world, feel the connection between heaven and earth, realize the origin of heaven and earth, and integrate with heaven and earth.
At this moment, Li Ye actually felt the endless breath between heaven and earth, as if he was about to become one with it in a moment.
The gentleman looked at him, picked up the kettle in front of him, poured the boiling water into the purple clay pot, looked at Li Yeye and said, "The tea I made is ready!"
Suddenly hearing his husband speak, Li Ye, who was in a daze, came back to his senses, looked at the tea that his husband poured into the cup, and gently replied: "Sir, I'm fine too!"
The scriptures on the stone wall behind the house had merged with the snow and ice in the sky. The moment Li Ye finished speaking, there was only a cracking sound, and the ice cubes on one side of the house shattered and fell to the snow behind the house, revealing The walls are filled with solemn Ksitigarbha Sutra, and gentle chants of the Buddha are swirling around...
"Sir, I heard the sound of ice falling and breaking in the mountain stream outside the cave." Li Ye took the tea poured by his husband and spoke softly as if it had nothing to do with him.
Mu Mu tilted her head, thought for a while, and shouted: "I can hear this a long time ago?"
Bai Susu and Mr. Bai Susu were shocked. Mu Mu had already been in the golden elixir realm, and cultivating spiritual consciousness was an extremely normal phenomenon. But Li Yecai had only built the seventh level of foundation, and actually developed divine consciousness. This was far beyond the common sense of practitioners, and both of them were stunned.
Both of them are great practitioners, and they know very well the prerequisites for cultivating spiritual consciousness. They never expected that Li Ye would not only break through the realm easily, but also cultivate spiritual consciousness.
The gentleman looked at the steaming tea in the cup and looked at Li Ye: "Are you seventh level? How far can you feel the breath in your heart?"
Li Ye thought about it and realized that the snow leopard on the grassy slope was about three miles away from here, so he replied to his husband: "I just saw a snow leopard walking on the slope two miles away in the woods."
Mr. Bai Susu and Mr. Bai Susu were shocked again. As we all know, the average practitioner can only enter spiritual consciousness from a distance of fifty to one hundred feet at most.
The teacher looked at Li Ye and smiled and said softly: "Now close your eyes and try to write a sutra on a bamboo leaf."
After hearing what Mr. Li Ye said, he took out a bamboo leaf from the bag behind him, took the wooden sword, closed his eyes, concentrated his energy, and emptied his mind without using the "Phaseless Dharmakaya". Downward, he carelessly scratched the bamboo leaf in his hand...
