After eating and drinking, go back to your room and rest.
Gu Bei felt a little weird. Although he was in the United States, his schedule was still the same as that of China. He worked at night and slept during the day. This was a bit unbearable for a person with a regular schedule.
Fortunately, extraordinary people like aliens and hybrids have extraordinary adaptability, and they can probably return to normal life within a few days.
Chu Zihang and Fingel went back to their rooms respectively. Although they were not sleepy, they still needed to rest.
Especially for Chu Zihang, since he arrived in New York, his punctual life like a machine has gone forever.
Need to focus on adjusting your work and rest.
Fingel was purely trying to appease his frightened young heart.
If the heart of a 1.9 meter strong man is young enough.
Old Tang's room was vacated, but Ange did not go there to rest because Nono was busy inside.
Also inside was a certain maniac who doted on his wife.
Although the emotional state of the two people is hazy, it should be said or not that Caesar's kindness to Nono is true.
Whether Nono will be moved is another matter.
Angers did not stay and wait for the translation work to be completed. He told Fingel to notify him when the translation was completed, and then drove off to an unknown place in his old Martha.
Gu Bei returned to the room, gave up thinking about those fruitless problems, and calmed down to practice Qi.
He actually thought about going into the interior to find out what happened, but after careful consideration, he gave up the idea.
Regardless of whether Gu Bei's question is answered in the interior scene, even if the answer is given in the interior scene, Gu Bei may not be able to break the fireball's barrier.
After all, it happened thousands of years ago, and it involves the secrets of this world.
Gu Bei felt that even if he squeezed himself dry, there would be no results.
Simply don't think about it.
The sky is getting dark and the sun is setting in the west.
Because of Fenghou Qimen's breakthrough, Gu Bei gained some insights while consolidating his cultivation, so the time to enter samadhi took a little longer, not much, just a whole day.
When Gu Bei opened his eyes again, the room was already dark.
He stretched himself and opened the door.
The living room was also dark.
Just as Gu Bei was about to turn on the light, the door to the room opposite suddenly opened. Light hit Gu Bei's face from the room opposite, making him squint his eyes.
Gu Bei was stunned for a moment before he saw a figure walking out of the room.
It's Caesar.
Gu Bei walked over and asked, "How's it going?"
Caesar pointed to the room. Gu Bei poked his head in and found that the girl had curled up on the bed and fell asleep.
He was only covered with a thin quilt and didn't even take off his clothes, so you could tell how hard the other party was working.
It is estimated that even the quilt was covered by Caesar.
Gu Bei withdrew his gaze and looked at Caesar's hands.
It was the original copy of the ancient book, and a stack of paper filled with text.
"The translation work has been basically completed, but it's all in classical Chinese and I can't quite understand it."
Gu Bei took the ancient book and translation from Caesar. After looking at it for a few times, he had a rough idea: "Go and notify them to assemble, and I will do the rest."
Caesar nodded and knocked on the door from room to room.
Gu Bei took out his mobile phone to take a picture of the translation, and sent it to Hua Yishuo with the text: "Find a few old professors who study literature and translate it quickly."
Hua Yishu responded with an OK gesture.
What? Don’t you think it was Gu Bei who translated it himself?
Just kidding, it’s not like I don’t know Gu Bei, but why should I do things myself if I can ask my subordinates to do them?
This is called rational use of resources.
After a while, everyone except Nono gathered in the living room. Even Ange, who had wandered off somewhere, rushed back. At the same time, Gu Bei also received a message from Hua Yishu on his mobile phone. translation.
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I lived in Hangu Pass for a while.
Guan Yin of Hangu Pass, whose real name is Yin Xi.
During this period, Yin Xi and I communicated about many things, including the rise and fall of the dynasty and the safety and blessings of the people.
I taught Yin Xi all my thoughts for the past half of my life, and Yin Xi recorded them on a silk book and wrote two chapters, one and two, with a total of five thousand words.
The first chapter begins with "Tao can be explained, but not Tao; names can be named, but not named." It is called "Tao".
The second chapter begins with "To be virtuous is not to be virtuous, so it is virtuous; to be virtuous is not to be virtuous, so it is not virtuous." It is called "Virtue".
"Tao" talks about the fundamental root of the universe, which contains the mechanism of the changes of heaven and earth, and contains the wonder of the changes of yin and yang.
"De" talks about the way to deal with the world, including the art of advancing and retreating in personnel matters, and the way of long-term vision.
It contains some of my understanding of spiritual practice.
Although I don't know how future generations will praise it, this book should be called "Morality".
Yin Xi felt like he had found a treasure, and he recited it silently all day long, hungry and thirsty.
I also gained a deeper understanding of what I was learning.
I also learned from Yin Xi the breathing and breathing method that can draw Qi into the body, and my practice speed increased rapidly, which can be said to be a thousand miles a day.
When the Qi floating around me entered my body, I felt like the warm sunshine was washing over every part of my body. I had no other feeling except comfort.
The benefits that Qi brings to the human body are unimaginable. I feel like I have returned to my youth, with even fewer gray hairs on my head.
But I soon discovered a problem.
Only the method of inducing Qi is not enough.
Qi is like water, and the human body is equivalent to a container filled with water.
The method of inducing Qi is to put water from outside into a container.
But the human body is imperfect.
You can live if your body is not perfect, but if your container is not perfect, it will leak.
I understand that if you want to go further, you need to be "able to pretend."
A container that is watertight is a truly good container.
Somehow, I thought of that guy Confucius again.
His body seemed to be watertight by nature, and all the Qi was refined after entering the body.
I should try to find him.
But for Confucius, talent is more important than method. Maybe I won't get what I want from him.
Forget it, it depends on fate.
This trip is going west to Daqin. If we can meet each other, it is fate.
Having said that, I accepted Yin Xi as my disciple and wanted to teach him how to sense Qi, because like me, he had seen the mysterious fireball before, and maybe he also had the hope of sensing Qi.
But I failed.
After trying hard for a long time, Yin Xi showed no signs of being sick.
I knew earlier that my enlightenment was due to the death of my mother and Wang, and was partly a coincidence, but I still couldn't accept the current situation.
If ordinary people in this world cannot sense Qi, then how can the Qi method I practice be considered created for the human race?
Maybe this is what I should be thinking about.
I left Hangu Pass and continued westward.
After an unknown number of days of walking, I finally arrived at my destination, Qin.
At this time, the king of Qin was Duke Ai.
Duke Ai received me, and it was only then that I finally saw the only human race among countless princes that had only existed in the mouth of the Spirit King.
Ying's family.
The Spirit King mentioned them countless times during his lifetime, saying that their bloodline was a natural talent among the human race and that they would be the hope of the human race.
That's what I'm here for.
In order to witness with my own eyes the hope spoken by the Spirit King.
Now, I see it.
But I was a little disappointed.
The Duke Ai of Qin who appeared in front of me was an old ordinary man. His body was not strong, his thinking was not very flexible, and he could not even speak fluently.
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I wasn't younger than him, but there were many times when we communicated that he didn't hear what I was saying.
The Qi around him were not very active, and were even moving away from him quickly.
Is this the hope of the human race?
In my current opinion, neither Confucius nor Yin Xi, or even myself, can bear the word hope more than Ying Shi.
I asked Ai Gong for some blood.
Duke Ai happily gave it to me.
I got the blood of Duke Ai, and even his father and son's blood.
That's right, they are indeed humans.
But they are just ordinary people.
I no longer had any hope and stood up to leave.
However, there is one more thing...
King Ling always asked me before his death that no matter what he studies from Qili, he must give a share of what he has studied to the Ying family.
I agreed.
I left all my research on Qi, possible ways to successfully induce Qi, the method of inducing Qi I got from Yin Xi, and the insights I gained from my half-life practice in Qin, and then left there.
They may really be the hope of the human race, but they will not be my hope.
Perhaps many years later, the Ying family will really lead the human race to overturn the constraints of blood.
But by then I probably couldn’t see it anymore.
I left the State of Qin and prepared to leave for Pei County, State of Song.
That's my hometown.
On this day, I rode an ox to the outskirts of Liang State. I closed my eyes and rested my mind, thinking about how to make ordinary people feel Qi, and how to keep the Qi introduced into the body in the body.
Suddenly I heard someone shouting "Mr."
I looked over and found that it was my former disciple Yang Ziju.
Yang Ziju was a native of the Wei State. He once entered the Imperial Academy of Zhou Dynasty and privately worshiped me as his teacher. Unexpectedly, he would meet me in the Liang State.
Things in this world are really wonderful.
Yang Ziju got off his tall horse, lifted up his brocade-green robe, and knelt before the green ox.
I lifted up Yang Ziju and walked with him.
I asked him: "What have you been busy with lately?"
Yang Ziju said: "I came here to visit my ancestors' former residence, buy some real estate, decorate the beams, recruit some servants, and adjust the family rules."
I asked: "It's enough to have a place to eat and sleep, so why should it be so public?"
Yang Ziju said: "When you are cultivating yourself, you need silence when sitting, relaxation when walking, clean drinking, and peace when sleeping. How can you do this without a single family in a deep house? If you buy a single family in a deep house, you will not hire servants. If you don’t prepare the utensils, how can you support the operation of the household? If you hire servants, prepare the utensils, and don’t establish household rules, how can you manage them well?”
I laughed: "The great road comes naturally, so why force yourself to be calm?"
"Walking without seeking makes one feel relaxed; drinking without extravagance makes one feel pure; lying down without desire makes one feel at peace."
"Why do you need a deep house to cultivate yourself? Eat when you are hungry, rest when you are tired, work at sunrise, and sleep at sunset."
"Why do you need to work at home? If you follow nature and do nothing, your mind will be at peace and your body will be healthy; if you turn your back on nature and camp, your mind will be confused and your body will be damaged."
These are not cultivation techniques, but for some reason, they are quite helpful for practice, so I wrote them down.
Yang Ziju felt a little ashamed: "My disciple is vulgar, thank you sir for your advice."
Suddenly I had an idea.
These things are good for spiritual practice, but if a person is allowed to live like this all the time, will he become sick?
I asked Yang Ziju: "Where can I live?"
Yang Ziju said: "Pei."
"Just the right companion."
Yang Ziju was very happy and walked with me.
We traveled to Difficult Water and crossed by boat.
I led the ox and climbed up first, while Yang Ziju led the horse and climbed up later.
I chatted and laughed happily with my fellow passengers; Yang Ziju held his head high, and all the guests gave up their seats to him when they saw him. The captain not only served tea in person but also gave him a tea towel.
After crossing the difficult water, we mounted our animals and continued on our way.
I sighed and said, "I saw your demeanor just now, with your head held high, arrogant and arrogant towards others, self-centered, arrogant and arrogant, and cannot be taught."
Yang Ziju looked ashamed and said sincerely: "Disciples have become accustomed to it, so they must change it!"
"When a gentleman interacts with others, he is like ice melting in water, and when he works with others, he is like a humble servant; he is pure and flawless, but seems to contain dirt, and he is rich in virtue, but seems to be vulgar and ordinary."
After hearing this, Yang Ziju changed his original arrogant attitude and became neither humble nor arrogant.
I like: "There is progress!"
"Human beings are born from the bodies of parents and stand between heaven and earth. They are natural things."
"To value oneself and despise things is against nature; to value others and despise oneself is against one's nature. To treat all things equally, all things and oneself to be one, follow the trend, stop by taking advantage of it, speak and act naturally, then it is in line with the Tao!"
Having said this, Yang Ziju bowed deeply to me as if he had realized the truth.
He doesn’t know that I want him to use this method to try to get closer to the Tao, and use this tricky method to try to sense Qi.
However, although I keep saying that letting nature take its course is closer to the Tao, in fact, even I myself don’t know what the “Tao” is.
Is it real?
Or is it some kind of spiritual will?
What does its existence mean?
As I was thinking about it, I suddenly remembered the fireball back then.
Fireballs that Yin Xi and I both encountered.
Will it be "the Tao"?
I am not sure.
I once thought that "Tao" is a kind of rule, which is the basis of change. It is neither born nor destroyed, has no form or image, has no beginning or end, and is all-encompassing. Its bigness has no outside, and its smallness has no inside. It changes as it passes. ,eternal.
Because all things are not things, they all agree and follow something uniformly, without exception.
But later I realized I was wrong.
The Tao is far more profound than I thought.
"Tao" is the most fundamental law that drives the operation of the universe. It is the consciousness of "Heaven" and is not limited by time and space.
Consciousness is divided into consciousness and knowledge. Meaning is thinking, which is the process of achieving goals based on concepts; consciousness is feeling, which is the process of interpreting concepts.
Man has consciousness, and God also has consciousness.
Consciousness is not a thing. There is no difference between Heaven's consciousness and human consciousness. They both follow Tao. Human consciousness and Heaven's consciousness are intertwined, so human thoughts must be imprinted by Heaven.
And destiny is not entirely controlled by people.
When we think about "Tao", it is constantly growing from a giant nest, so all things are born; when we feel it, heaven and man are harmonious, so all things are quiet.
Tao is the most fundamental force in the universe. It exists everywhere at all times. It transcends time and space, and it is changing yet unchanged.
But I can't find the "Tao".
It is said by the outside world that I am the founder of Taoism, but who knows that the founder of Taoism himself is also looking for the "Tao".
One's own "Tao".
The "Tao" of the human race.
The "Tao" of the world.
The road ahead is bleak, and all I can see is an endless fog.
I don’t know if the sky will be high and the sea will be vast after the fog, or if it will be a sea of misery.
