What is a saint?
It has gone through thousands of eons without being worn out, and it has been stained by cause and effect without being stained. Always with heaven, coexisting with Tao.
The sage knows everything and is omnipotent. The sage is the Tao.
The saint looks at the past, present and future with his eyes, and plays time and space, birth and death, and reincarnation in his palms.
As soon as the thought moves, there will be changes in the way of heaven. It is infinite and immeasurable. It has no birth and no death. It returns to the silent void. It can be gathered and dispersed. It has no birth and no death. It is indestructible for all eons. It transcends time and space.
Cause and effect does not touch the body, swims outside things, is not based on the reincarnation of time and space, and exists forever.
The saint is the Tao, and the Tao is also the most fundamental embodiment of the saint.
When we reach a certain height in practice, we have to look back and experience the suffering of all things in the world, and understand the joys and sorrows of the world, the cycle of birth, old age, illness and birth.
Only by understanding the truth of reincarnation in the way of heaven, letting go of your proud figure, turning yourself into a mortal, and getting rid of all the murderous aura in your body...
Only by using mortals to deal with the ways of heaven and the sufferings of all creatures in the world will they have the opportunity to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, turning themselves into a real mortal.
My master once said that to cultivate to the realm of mortal transformation, one must go through the test of death.
Only with the courage to face death can we have the opportunity to emerge from the cocoon and become a butterfly and gain a new life...
Li Xiuyuan didn't bother to explain the truth he understood to Guan Yanhong, and couldn't help but sigh when he looked at her dazed look.
He continued: "As a disciple of the old monk, I asked him to be the shopkeeper and waiter of a restaurant by the Tongtian River, selling food by the river to passing merchants."
"The other one is a little princess from Phoenix City, who is also my friend. I asked her to go to the river to find a monk and learn together how to be a mortal, and go to the river to see the sky, the earth, and all sentient beings."
"Seeing the sky, the earth, and all sentient beings? What a novel statement!"
Shangguan Yanhong looked at the young man in front of her and couldn't help but murmured to herself: "Why haven't I heard of it before?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said with a wry smile: "This is what Buddhism says. There are no temples in the wilderness. How do you know this truth?"
Shangguan Yanhong nodded and said seriously: "Please explain it to me."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the ray of moonlight in front of the window and said leisurely: "The joy of seeing the vastness and greatness of heaven and earth, the insignificance and weakness of oneself, and the suffering of all living beings..."
"To put it bluntly, it is the upper body and heaven's heart, the growth laws of all things in the sky and the earth below, knowing the mind and nature, and figuring out one's position in the world..."
At this point, Li Xiuyuan also felt that he was a little short of words, so he had to stop.
"Speaking of which, I'm not a saint yet, so I can only explain so much to you."
While pouring out the remaining tea from the purple clay pot, Li Xiuyuan poured boiling water into it to wash the pot, and two pieces of cold plum tea fell into it.
He said to himself: "This spiritual tea is also grown by the female saint of Meishan. I mixed it with cold plums picked in winter. I hope that after you drink it, you can understand a little bit of the saint's principles."
In his opinion, the Hanmei Lingcha in his hand is probably unique in the world, unless he returns to Xuanwu Continent one day and goes to Meishan to see his old friend again.
Smelling the faint cold fragrance, Shangguan Yanhong was deeply shocked by Li Xiuyuan's words and the spiritual tea in front of her.
She didn't expect that the inconspicuous young man in front of her would first tell her the way of a saint in detail and let her understand why she should practice to the realm of mortal transformation.
She even took out the spiritual tea planted by the saint himself, just to let her realize what the way of the saint is.
Taking a deep breath, Shangguan Yanhong couldn't help but ask: "Where are Rushi and Ruhua? Can they drink this cup of spiritual tea now?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, gently poured spiritual tea into her cup, and said quietly: "No."
Shangguan Yanhong nodded thoughtfully, smiled slightly, picked up the spirit tea in front of her and sniffed it gently, and then sighed quietly.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at her and said, "Drink tea first. You can go back and think about it carefully. If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
She had to meditate when she was enlightened. Li Xiuyuan didn't want to interrupt her thoughts at this time.
The future is long, and if you have anything to say, talk about it tomorrow. This is the principle of life.
Shangguan Yanhong naturally understood this truth, looked at him deeply, took a sip, and then looked at the spiritual tea in the cup.
It wasn't until the two of them drank two cups of spiritual tea that Shangguan Yanhong smiled brightly, clapped her hands and stood up to leave.
Before leaving the room, I couldn't help but turn around and say, "So, you turned yourself into a mortal?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at Xiao Hei by the window, and said with a wry smile: "I didn't expect to be like this?!"
That night, Li Xiuyuan couldn't sleep.
He slept for an hour in the afternoon, and drank a lot of spiritual tea with Guan Yanhong in the evening, which made him unable to find sleep for a while.
He stretched out his hand to touch Xiao Hei's shiny feathers and thought to himself, you idiot is so big-hearted that you dare to sleep in death wherever you go.
Out of boredom, he took out his iron piano and placed it on the piano stand in front of the window.
He took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the body and strings of the instrument, but in his mind he was thinking about the "Quiet" he got in the wild world.
Not afraid of waking up Xiao Hei from his dream, he gently plucked the strings.
Just listen to the sound of "cluck!", as if he was dragging a five hundred kilogram iron sword on the ground, making an unpleasant and harsh sound.
Even if he freed his mind, he could not find the feeling of the big strings noisy like the rain, or the sound of the big beads falling on the jade plate.
Not to mention the words of Guan Ying in the room, or the artistic conception of quiet spring flowing.
What I was thinking about was the bright moon in the sky, but when I popped it out in my hand, it turned into a frosty branch. A bunch of ice couldn't bear the weight and fell to the stone slab under the cliff, making an unpleasant sound.
At this moment, Shangguan Yanhong, who returned to the room and sat quietly, frowned slightly.
I think you have just become a mortal, why has the sound of the piano become so unpleasant? It can even be described as unbearable.
Even so, it’s hard to say much.
She closed her eyes quietly, turned her ears away from what was happening outside the window, and carefully understood the artistic conception that the cup of spiritual tea brought to her.
The girls who were not asleep in the building also started shouting softly, which young man is this playing the piano in the middle of the night?
You play the piano as you please, why do you play so badly and dare to show it to embarrass yourself? Aren't you afraid of girls making fun of you?
It should be noted that the tunes played by any girl in the Four Seasons Tower will not smell so unpleasant.
The older girls all thought of the boy that year, and the song was also played in the middle of the night, but it made the guests and girls in the building panic.
Comparing these two people, there is simply a world of difference between them.
"I can't stand it anymore. Let's go see which girl's young man is playing the piano. Why don't you let anyone sleep in the middle of the night?"
"Shh, don't talk nonsense. That voice came from the VIP room. Fortunately, he is the guest of the landlord."
"Oh, forget it, I'll cover my ears and go to sleep."
"Hehe, are you also afraid of the landlord? Maybe it's the young man today."
The girls in the building were chattering, but Li Xiuyuan in the room was in pain and couldn't stop.
Unwilling to give in, he reluctantly played the requiem once and then had to stop.
With both hands on the strings, what I was thinking about was why is this piece called Soul Resurrection?
Is it possible? If you want to compose a soul-soothing song, you must first understand what it means to lose your soul and not succeed?
And now that he thinks about it, there is no sad and tear-jerking story?
After much thought and confusion, I finally had to shake my head and give up the idea of continuing to play.
During the long night, Li Xiuyuan, who was leaning on the bedside, was thinking about where to find a sad story that would help him find the feeling of being lost, hurt, and miserable.
In the jade disc space.
Xiao Yu'er and Xiao Hei, who had put on new skirts, were sitting under the tree making tea with the old man.
There was a pile of snacks on the table, and a dozen chicks were lying quietly under the wooden house.
The old man looked at the crescent moon in the sky, looked at the two of them and smiled and said: "Now you are happy, now you have to practice hard and feed the chickens."
Xiao Hei nodded, looked at the old man and asked, "Grandpa, is this chicken just for the little fish to play with?"
The old man shook his head and said with a smile: "This chick will lay eggs when it grows up, which will be used to feed you two little guys."
After thinking for a while, he pointed to the open space under the grass slope and said, "I bought some spiritual rice seeds today. Starting from tomorrow, you have to learn to open up wasteland and cultivate land."
When Xiao Yu'er heard this, he gave up and shouted: "Xiao Yu'er wants to take the magic medicine."
The old man smiled and said, "I can't afford to support you. I've told you a long time ago that after you transform, you won't be able to take elixirs every day. You will have to grow your own spiritual rice and raise chickens."
Xiao Hei nodded and said with a smile: "When my brother goes to the mountains one day, we will catch a few wild beasts and bring them back to raise them."
Xiao Yu'er said with a sad face: "Xiao Yu'er is so small, does grandpa want me to dig in the ground?"
The old man looked at her, shook his head, and said seriously: "You are not young anymore. When you finish planting the weapons in the cave, I will teach you how to practice."
Xiao Hei patted his chest and said with a smile: "Xiao Hei wants to practice swordsmanship like my brother!"
Xiao Yu'er thought for a while and then said: "Then Xiao Yu'er should also practice swordsmanship."
The old man poured the spiritual tea into three cups, thought for a while and said, "I'll go pick the spiritual tea from the mountain tomorrow."
Xiao Yu'er touched her skirt and laughed: "In a few days, Xiao Ling'er will go shopping with Xiao Hei and grandpa."
…
"Brother, I want to buy those boots!"
"Brother, I want to buy some more new clothes!"
"Brother, Xiao Hei wants some snacks. Those pastries are all good."
Li Xiuyuan got up early and walked around Wangtian City with Xiao Hei for an hour, buying clothes and boots. Only when Xiao Hei was satisfied did he walk towards the Four Seasons Building.
After thinking for a while, he looked at Xiao Hei and asked: "Xiao Hei, you bought so many clothes, how long will it take to restore your body?"
Xiao Hei, who was lying on his shoulder, laughed and said, "Xiao Hei doesn't know either."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, thinking, could it be his master's fault again? For the sake of yourself and for Xiao Hei not to be remembered?
Thinking of this, he felt that he should ask the old Taoist priest carefully next time he saw him.
The few fragments of the jade dish I obtained on the ancient Tianshan Mountain last time flew into my own divine sea between life and death, and were never heard from again.
At the moment, I can't find the space of the jade disk, and I don't know what laws of the great law are recorded on those jade disk fragments.
Is it possible that there is a yin and yang?
When he thought of the Yin-Yang Avenue, Li Xiuyuan felt very excited, thinking that the final fusion of his water-fire sword power was inseparable from the power of Yin-Yang.
And his own delusion-breaking eye also needs to understand the power of the laws of Yin and Yang Avenue.
Could it be that the old Taoist priest had long ago expected this day to come, allowing himself to obtain the two delusion-breaking eyes transformed from the yin and yang power of heaven and earth in an unknown place?
And the old man in the Reincarnation Tower must know more about himself and his secrets. It doesn’t matter if he can’t see the old Taoist priest but the old man.
I can't say it, I want to ask clearly and understand all the questions I have accumulated over the years.
As soon as she stepped through the door of the Four Seasons Building, the inn clerk came up to her and said with a smile: "The host has been waiting in the attic for a long time. She asked the young master to see her when he comes back."
When Xiao Hei heard this, he couldn't help but croaked: "Xiao Hei is lucky again."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, took out a spiritual stone and handed it to the waiter, frowning and said, "Can you stop being so greedy? Xiao Hei."
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