Nan Dao was so obsessed with truth that he didn't even know when Qiu Xi'er left.
Looking up, he saw a deep twilight outside the white magnolia forest, and the sword in his hand was covered with ten peach blossoms.
Nan Dao felt that his sword was a little faster, but he couldn't tell exactly how fast it was.
Just like when people eat, they will eat a few more bowls after they start to grow. But when it was necessary to eat more bowls, Nan Dao couldn't remember.
He has been eating a lot lately.
Although I'm straight to the point, I still have to eat when I need to eat.
Like Zhang Xiaoyu, who stayed up all night playing cards without eating anything, Nan Dao really couldn't do it.
When Nan Dao thought of this, he remembered that he hadn't eaten yet, so he swung away his sword with white flowers, put it in its sheath, turned around and left Jingsi Lake.
I finished lighting the lanterns at dusk. Perhaps it was because I was too immersed in the matter, or perhaps because I was just familiar with it. Nowadays, Nandao is lighting up lanterns faster and faster.
After running to the Wenhuayuan cafeteria and eating two bowls of rice, Nan Dao walked towards the concierge, walked to the door, opened the door, and saw Chen He holding a biography novel inside, fascinated. Only then did Nan Dao remember that he said he wanted to sleep in a different place with him this morning. So he quietly walked to the door and left.
Walking back along the road, when passing by the Witch Ghost Courtyard, Nan Dao suddenly remembered the young master from Peking University who was drunk yesterday, so he walked in to take a look.
Behind Wuguiyuan is the Nanyi River. There are many half-bridges along the river. There are some people sitting scattered on the bridges, as if they are meditating and comprehending, but Nandao always feels that they are sleeping. , because Mr. Beitai was sitting on a bridge and dozing off.
Nan Dao looked at it for a while, and was about to turn around and leave. When he turned around, he bumped into a very serious-looking gentleman. The clothes on his body were very different from what Nan Dao usually saw. There were many strange patterns on the black bottom, and the sleeves The robe is so big that if you retract your hands inside, you can no longer see them.
"Nandao?" The gentleman looked at Nandao and pondered for a while, but then he called out Nandao's name.
But it's not surprising, after all, that day the gentlemen all knew that Dean Qingxiang personally rejected the boy.
"Yes, sir."
Nan Dao bowed to the gentleman from Wuguiyuan.
The gentleman's expression was serious and deep, but his words were gentle and gentle.
"I saw you had a sword on your waist. I guess you learned the sword from a gentleman from Qingniuyuan."
"Yes."
"Are you interested in coming to Wugui Academy?"
Mr. Nan Dao was a little startled by his sudden words. He hesitated a little and said, "Sir, are you not afraid of the blame from Dean Qingxiang?"
The teacher said calmly: "Although the dean is from Huangliang, he became a great demon by cultivating Taoism. In essence, he is actually a person from Huai'an. The cultivators always feel that there are many things that cannot be done. Yan’s fate, but we Huangliang people don’t believe it.”
Nan Dao asked curiously: "What do you believe, sir?"
"Believe in ghosts and gods." The gentleman walked to the side courtyard. There were many green plants in the courtyard, lush and green, with small red flowers in bloom.
Nan Dao hesitated a little and followed. The husband stood in front of the flowers in the yard and continued: "That's why we also practice witchcraft."
"I heard that the Wuguishen Cult has disappeared from the world for two thousand years."
"Hangu Temple has disappeared for a thousand years. Isn't Huaian still practicing Taoism?"
Nan Dao was silent.
"Do you think there are too few people in Wugui Yard?" The gentleman looked back at Nan Dao.
Nan Dao shook his head hurriedly and said, "No, sir."
The gentleman was very sincere. He lowered his head and looked at the little red flowers in front of him. After days of spring rain and snow, a lot of residual red had fallen on the ground.
"There are indeed very few people in Wugui Yuan. Even in Xuanxu Yuan on the other side of Huangliang, there are almost more people cultivating Taoism than people cultivating witches and ghosts. Only in the southernmost part, the three cities of Nanchu, where the Nanchu Wugui It boasts that it has the inheritance of the witch-ghost sect, where witch-ghosts are the most prosperous.”
"Sir, do you want to restore the glory of the Wuguishen Sect?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said.
When the gentleman heard this, he laughed and said: "This is indeed a great ambition, but in today's world, it is impossible." Then he turned around, looked at Nandao, and said , "I'm just interested in you."
Nan Dao bowed apologetically and said, "Thank you sir for your kindness, but I have already learned the sword."
"What's so good about learning the sword?"
Nan Dao remembered what Qiu Xi'er said before and said softly: "The sword has great principles."
The gentleman was silent for a while, sighed, and said: "The truth on the sword is indeed great."
The two of them seemed to have nothing to say at this point in their conversation.
So the husband turned around and headed towards the Nanyi River outside the courtyard.
"If one day you want to learn the ways of witches and ghosts, you can come to me in the courtyard. My name is Mingyu."
"Okay, Mr. Ming."
Nan Dao left the Wugui Yard and went to the library. Unexpectedly, Yun Hu was reading a book on the first floor and writing and drawing with a pen. Nan Dao walked over and looked at it for a while. He found that he couldn't understand it and wanted to come. It should be something from the School of Mathematics and Physics.
Unexpectedly, Yun Hu suddenly raised his head, looked at Nan Dao, a little surprised, and said, "Why are you still coming to the library today?"
Nan Dao talked about Chen He and himself changing rooms to sleep. Yun Hu nodded, but looked a little regretful and said, "It's a pity."
"What's the pity sir?"
Nan Dao felt a little strange and took another look at the scrolls in front of Yun Hu Zhi and the many papers filled with writing.
I checked my eyes and found something I couldn't understand.
"I used the model of the Academy of Mathematics and Physics to calculate a solution to enlightenment." Yun Huzhidao tried to explain to Nan Dao. "But this solution does not belong to the realm divisions in the current human monastic system. I think there should be a small realm here, but it has never been recorded in Taoist classics. It is probably the limit of the vitality of heaven and earth in the body after the fruit of enlightenment. I named it Jin Dan, but I thought this name might be too vulgar, so I thought I would let Chen He come up with a nicer name."
Nan Dao was stunned.
"Can the avenue be counted?"
Yun Hu said sincerely: "Of course the Dao cannot be counted, but the practice can be counted. Look here, we first build a model, and then quote the classics preserved by the practitioners in the history of human practice, and then convert it into exact data, and then By asking for the solution, you can know what kind of monastic trend the world is currently in..."
"Sir." Nan Dao interrupted Yun Hu Wuzhi. Yun Hu Wuzhi looked at Nan Dao with confusion. Nan Dao said awkwardly, "I haven't read much, so I don't understand what you are talking about."
Yun Hu didn't know how to react and said awkwardly: "Sorry, I forgot."
Nan Dao walked upstairs in embarrassment, and heard Yun Hu asking from behind: "What do you think this realm should be called?"
Nan Dao stopped upstairs and thought for a while, then said, "Sir, what do you think about stones?"
Unexpectedly, Yun Hu's eyes lit up, and he took up a pen and wrote the word "stone" on the header.
"Thank you very much. I'll give you a second author for this book."
Yunhu sorted out the paper in his hand, lifted it up, and showed it to Nan Dao - on the possibility and trend of the existence of the 'stone' state when attaining enlightenment.
Nan Dao covered his face and left.
"Sir, there is no need to be so polite."
"Must, must."
Yun Huzhi kept talking downstairs.
Nan Dao sat down on the wind terrace on the third floor. The spring night wind brought a lot of chill, but it also relieved Nan Dao's embarrassing heat just now.
Unexpectedly, Yun Hu was walking out of the library towards the small bamboo garden with a lot of books and papers in his arms. When he walked to the path, he turned back and looked upstairs. He saw Nan Dao sitting on the edge of the stage and waved happily. Wave.
Sir, it’s so pure.
Nan Dao was sitting on the stage, recalling Yunhu Wuzhi's smile, but suddenly remembered what Yunhu Wuzhi told him that day about Qingxuanxu, the founder of Xuanxuyuan.
Yes, pure people, noble people, people who are free from vulgar taste.
Nan Dao sighed for a long time, feeling that he probably couldn't be such a person anymore.
So there was some regret.
"You, you, you."
Nan Dao shook his head and stood up, walking towards the room.
Then I opened the door and saw the high cliff and flat lake.
Nan Dao rubbed his eyes and looked behind him. There was still the listening tower there. Nan Dao stepped back and stood on the platform in the dark night. Behind the door, there was still high cliffs and flowing water, and the sky was full of spring.
Nan Dao hesitated a little, then raised his legs and walked inside.
As you walk into the cliff, the door behind you disappears.
The Gaoya remained unchanged, and Nandao continued to walk towards the trail like the previous two times.
At the end, the flat lake is still there, and the stone path on the lake is still there.
Nan Dao walked along the stone path and looked at himself in the lake.
The flower buds between the eyebrows and the heart were still there, showing no signs of opening, which made Nan Dao feel a lot more relaxed.
Walk through the stone path and arrive in front of the small town.
Nan Dao looked at the stone tablet in surprise.
The stone tablet is in good condition, but the words at the top have changed.
It’s not that I dare not speak loudly.
But don't speak loudly.
Someone casually crossed out the word 'dare not' and changed it to 'please don't'.
Who changed this, people from the town, or?
Nan Dao stared blankly for a while and then raised his head.
In an instant, there was a huge crowd.
Nan Dao squeezed into the crowd along the town path.
It seems like just an ordinary small town on earth.
There were vendors not far away, shouting, some bargaining, some starting to curse after arguing, children on the street holding a penny and stepping on the candied haws on the haystack; a dog on the street corner was wailing after its tail was stepped on. Rushing past Nan Dao; a plump woman holding a baby walked around looking at the market, and there was a thin child squeezing and picking up a scholar's money bag.
Nan Dao stood there in a daze, not knowing where this place was.
After watching for a while, someone was pulling Nan Dao's clothes. Nan Dao looked back and saw a little girl holding a basket of fresh strawberries in her hand.
"Do you want to buy a few, big brother?"
Nan Dao politely refused, and the little girl continued to walk in the crowd with the basket in her hands in disappointment.
Nan Dao was still a little confused and walked forward with the flow of people.
After walking for a while, I saw the little girl again. A young man in green clothes was squatting in front of her, looking at the strawberries, and then bought them all.
The little girl happily took the money and ran away jumping.
The young man in Qing Shang smiled and held a basket of strawberries. He stood there and watched the little girl leave, as if he was very happy. Then he suddenly looked back at Nan Dao. Just as Nan Dao was about to ask something, he saw the young man making a hissing gesture.
Don't speak loudly.
Nan Dao remembered the words on the stone tablet outside the town.
Still thinking about it, the young man in Qingshang had already picked up the strawberries and left while eating them.
Nan Dao hurriedly followed, trying to catch up with the boy, but found that no matter how fast he ran, he would always be three feet away from the boy.
The young man just walked leisurely while eating strawberries, and then stopped in front of the window of a wine shop. Someone opened the curtain and said this to him.
"Aren't you busy today?"
The young man smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "I'm not busy."
"When will you get busy?"
"soon."
...
The two were still talking, and Nan Dao finally caught up and stopped in front of the young man, about to ask him where he was.
"What a fool!"
An excited shout came from a distance.
Nan Dao woke up with a start and was still standing at the door of the Tingfengtai room.
It's late at night.
The sound of mahjong on the first floor was clattering.
Nan Dao stood there for a while before he recovered, sighed, walked downstairs, stopped on the stairs on the first floor and looked down.
There were four girls sitting on the card table, playing cards in full swing.
The girl sitting facing the South Island had a push of money in front of her, with a happy smile on her face.
As if aware that Nan Dao was coming down, the girl looked up towards the stairs and said "Huh".
The other three people looked at her movements and asked strangely: "What's wrong?"
The girl lowered her head, shook her head and said, "It's nothing."
