The pavilion on the top of Yuheng Mountain faces south and is divided into three floors. It has rose-red glazed tiles and cornices, making it particularly dazzling under the rising sun.
The middle floor is a corridor, and the bottom is supported by carved dragon columns. In front of the building are two simple stone lion statues, which are lifelike in shape and seem to have some kind of spirituality.
Nothing has changed much. Mo Yuan is in front, and Meng Qianqiu follows him through the green willows next to the courtyard. Butterflies and bees are flying, stone bridges are flowing, and the breeze is blowing. After passing through a spacious inner courtyard, the main hall gate Impressively in front.
"When you were six years old, this is where you trained your body..."
Mo Yuan stopped and looked at the aged bluestone on the ground with a look of reminiscence.
"Yes, I have been practicing for three years, and the method is called physical training." Meng Qianqiu replied truthfully.
"Yes." Mo Yuan nodded and said, "Yes, it seems that you remember it very clearly. This book is about tempering the body with external force. Just to help you achieve a small success, it cost more than a thousand iron tools. ,"
"In order to strengthen your ability to control your body, every year in the coldest lunar month of winter, your Aunt Zhen would go to the frozen lake to get cold air and pour it on you. I remember it was the first year. Within a few days, she She came to me with red eyes and reported that she was covered in bruises from the cold and was shivering. She just clenched her teeth and never said a word to beg for mercy or say a word to give up... She knelt in front of me and wanted me to Stop grooming you.”
"I was still thinking at the time, with your body and young mind, could you withstand this kind of practice? Would it be counterproductive? If you put yourself in your shoes, I couldn't bear this kind of punishment when I was your age. of."
Meng Qianqiu was silent, listening to his words quietly.
Mo Yuan looked back and said slowly: "Now it seems...my worries are unnecessary. Let's go."
Mo Yuan never mentioned her broken arm, which made Meng Qianqiu very nervous. The mention of the past now made her feel in a daze, as if facing the master in front of her, she had returned to the ignorance she once had. Over the years.
"sit."
There is a portrait of the founder of Jiu Sha Palace hanging in the main hall. There is a graceful daffodil on the white jade inlaid table below. Mo Yuan is sitting in the main seat and motions Meng Qianqiu to sit on the Taishi chair on the left.
Mo Yuan took a look at her. She had an appearance that could not be found in a crowd of people. The skin on her face was yellow, slightly flat, and her facial features were regular.
The only thing worth mentioning is her eyes, which are as bright and crystal clear as black gems. Her soft black hair is tied back on her head. She is two parts delicate and one part murderous.
Mo Yuan said: "A little girl doesn't need to be stunningly beautiful. Being a little plain is fate. As the saying goes, blessings and misfortunes depend on it. If you stay out of it, you may have unexpected emotional gains."
After a pause, he continued: "More than twenty years have passed by in a flash. Ever since you went to Enchanted Island for training, we have never had a good chat. It's better to choose a different day than to hit it. Today, let's talk about anything casually. how?"
Meng Qianqiu said: "Master, please tell me, and my disciple will tell you everything I know."
Mo Yuan said: "Okay, let's talk about this issue. Why practice?"
"Why practice?"
After hearing this, Meng Qianqiu was startled, as if the space in front of her was dark, and something was flickering. Her long and distant thoughts dragged her back to more than 20 years ago, when that humble little girl answered the person in front of her like this. :
"I want revenge! I want to avenge my mother!"
...
"Why practice?"
Meng Qianqiu heard the same question again. She knew very well that the master was looking forward to her answer. If it was not what he thought, the topic would end here.
Anxious and nervous, but after careful consideration, silence became her best answer. It wasn't that Meng Qianqiu couldn't say it, but that what she was thinking in her heart was like an extremely complicated ball of thread. Where to start, it was all simple. extravagant hope.
"You can't answer, can you?" Mo Yuan said. He seemed to have expected it, and then said:
"Well, let's do this. I have four words here: cultivation, immortality, Taoism, and practice. Which one do you think is in line with our current process?"
This question was simpler than the previous one. Meng Qianqiu carefully considered the intention and said, "Cultivation is more suitable."
"Oh? Tell me."
"Cultivation, you are cultivating, and I am also cultivating. Everything in the world is cultivating. When vegetation has fire, spiritual wisdom is born. It can be said that every plant and tree is also cultivating. Spiritual beasts and birds have consciousness and become spirits. They It can also be called cultivation.”
Meng Qianqiu said: "Cultivation is to cultivate all things in the world and reach the state where monks and heaven are integrated. This is cultivation."
Mo Yuan smiled and said: "This is not your character, and what you said is not what you can understand in just a few decades of experience. I want to hear what you think in your heart. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you say it wrong."
Meng Qianqiu stood up and apologized: "Master, I'm sorry, these words were spoken by Teacher Liu on the Demonic Island, and the disciples just borrowed them."
Mo Yuan said, "What he said is half right, but he only indirectly explained 'cultivation' and did not explain the meaning of 'truth'."
"Then what is 'truth'?" Meng Qianqiu asked.
Mo Yuan suddenly stared at Meng Qianqiu's face, and then laughed wildly.
Meng Qianqiu asked doubtfully: "Why is Master laughing?"
Mo Yuan laughed even harder and pointed to the sky: "You and me, who are we? Do you dare to discuss the path of cultivation here?"
Meng Qianqiu's expression remained unchanged: "If you, the master in Tianyun Continent, are not qualified to discuss the way of cultivation, then the others are even less qualified!"
"Hahaha....."
After hearing this, Mo Yuan burst out laughing again and then stopped, tut-tutting: "What you said makes sense. If that's the case, then I'm going to be wild today!"
Meng Qianqiu listened carefully.
"There is nothing wrong with cultivating immortals, cultivating the Tao, or cultivating the truth. However, the world is ignorant and there is an old saying: He who does not know is not guilty. Therefore, it is common sense that only a few people understand."
"In my opinion, these four words represent four different ideological realms of cultivation. Cultivation to immortality is the second most important. Cultivation to immortality is divided into cultivation and immortality. What are immortals? The common people in the secular world call us immortals. We Are we immortals? Why do they call us immortals?"
Mo Yuan asked himself and answered: "Because we have done things that they think are miracles in their eyes, we are immortals! If we do things that are miracles in the eyes of cultivators, he is a real immortal! A cultivator who has reached this stage of thinking , they will practice towards the goal they envisioned, to become an immortal, to build a foundation to break through, to form an elixir, and to form an elixir to become a Yuanying. Some people want to become immortals, and some people will not. The calculations and conspiracy in this , means to form a colorful world of cultivating immortals, this is the meaning of cultivating immortals!"
"As for cultivation, at this stage, they break through the shackles of cultivating immortals. They may become enlightened because of one thing, learn to detect and think about it. If they find their own way, then they have succeeded half the way. They have become a leader in the cultivation world. Walker."
Meng Qianqiu quickly asked: "What is a road?"
Mo Yuan said: "The road is the road, it can be said or unspeakable, it can be understood but not known. Revenge is the road, but it is a narrow road. If you go on it, you will definitely die. The invasion of the devil is the road, the resistance of the monks is the road, and the trapped demon island is also the road. There are thousands of roads, and as long as he can understand the methods, his ideological level in practice will be very high."
Meng Qianqiu understood somewhat, but she didn't understand. She knew she shouldn't ask such questions, but she still said:
"...After practicing cultivation, why is it also called cultivating the Tao?"
"I have a hunch that when a monk breaks through the Nascent Soul stage, he must understand the existence of 'Tao'. 'Tao' is the field where his spiritual power attacks. 'Tao' is the artistic conception of his life. 'Tao' is the future practice." All I can say is that the sooner you understand the way of thinking about cultivating immortality, the better."
Mo Yuan continued: "I have met many monks in the same realm. Their thoughts only stay on the first type of cultivation and have not found the way to practice, so they advance very slowly. I understand the meaning of practice, so I can stand tall in the forest with the strong, so that no one from all walks of life dares to invade!"
Meng Qianqiu asked again: "Is there anyone in Tianyun Continent who has clearly understood the word 'cultivation'?"
Mo Yuan simply shook his head: "No, my cultivation is no more than transforming into a spirit, and I cannot explore this realm. It is a monk's summary of his cultivation for hundreds or even thousands of years. How can we understand it?"
"Then what is 'real' cultivation?"
Meng Qianqiu asked this question again.
Mo Yuan didn't answer immediately this time. He frowned and looked very hesitant. This was not because he should talk to Meng Qianqiu, but because he was worried that his description was not accurate enough and he would miss the path of practicing heaven and fall. True reputation.
"I once discussed the word 'true' with some Taoist friends, but we were also confused about its meaning, until one day I met an authentic Nascent Soul monk from Buddhism."
"He said that Buddhism has true scriptures. I had a flash of inspiration and my heart suddenly shook. Can their true scriptures be used to explain the word 'true' in our cultivation?!"
"I talked with him for three days and three nights, and finally came up with a one-sided explanation. Truth is incomprehensible and is the ultimate. Truth is also the truth. It cannot be said. True and false are the same. False is also a kind of truth. True and false are uncertain. , it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, everything in reincarnation is nothingness, no birth, no destruction, no truth and no fruit. The word "truth" contains mustard seeds and sumeru, and there are all kinds of things. It is far beyond the understanding of our Nascent Soul ants, and then , just avoid talking about it.”
When Meng Qianqiu heard the explanation of 'truth', he suddenly felt a shudder. Above the two of them, there was a pair of ruthless eyes watching them. Was that look like pity? Or rather, she was dismissive. She felt that her Taoist heart was rapidly collapsing, and her soul was leaving her body, like a highly attractive whirlpool desperately pulling her away.
It was the roar of the magma of hell, the desperate howl of the dead souls. On the eve of Meng Qianqiu's insanity, Mo Yuan noticed a sharp slap, which brought her back to reality.
"It's so dangerous, I shouldn't tell you this..."
When Mo Yuan saw that Meng Qianqiu had returned to normal, he breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"I have cleared away the meaning of 'truth' in your consciousness. Otherwise, with your level of Qi refining, you will die after listening to it."
"Thank you Master for saving your life!" Meng Qianqiu was sweating on her forehead. Not only that, her back was also so scared that she felt cold.
It is said that cultivating the mind is the most difficult, and now it seems that it is indeed the case. If she were to choose, it would be more enjoyable to fight with a monk of the same level!
"It doesn't matter, that's all for today, you can go back and rest."
Mo Yuan never asked Meng Qianqiu about her broken arm from the beginning to the end, and just told her to step back.
