Yuzhou.
This place has experienced floods, droughts, and was even hit once by a star falling from the night sky. It has not been easy.
What's more, there are members of the White Lotus Sect who are constantly gathering people to attack the city and seize territory, holding high the flag of rebellion, hoping to take advantage of the opportunity to do something great.
Everyone understands the importance of the autumn harvest, especially since there are many plains here, most of which are flat and flat, and there are no dangerous places. However, the output of grain also ranks first in Dayue.
Rebellion here is no different than lighting a fire in a granary.
Of course, the temple will not really ignore this place. The Four Nations Allied Forces can slow down first. The White Lotus Sect wants to destroy Dayue now!
Naturally, we sent troops to suppress it first!
Warrings occurred from time to time, and the people who had been able to make ends meet by relying on the food in the fields had to face choices.
Either be drafted into the army or join the White Lotus Sect.
In such an age, even if you want to farm safely, it is impossible.
Qing Pingzi was walking among the villages holding a compass-like instrument in his hand.
The village was quiet, and not a single person was seen for a long time.
Next to him was a boy who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, with a palm-sized turtle on his head. The turtle shell was thick black with dots of white spots.
"Master, where are we going?"
The young man held a piece of thatch in his mouth and muttered: "I have been to this village before, and there were many people there before. It's a pity."
What a pity, he didn't say any more.
Qingpingzi ignored him and just stared at the utensils in his hands calmly, looking at something constantly.
Zou Dan said no more. He picked up the pebbles on the ground with his toes in boredom, and followed Qing Pingzi's footsteps and kept walking forward.
At a certain moment, Zou Dan suddenly heard singing.
singing?
There was curiosity in his eyes. The village had become like this. How could anyone still be in the mood to sing?
Seeing that Qing Pingzi wasn't paying attention, he secretly took the opportunity to walk towards the place where the singing was coming from.
Soon he saw it.
In front of a thatched house, there was a boy who looked to be only eight or nine years old. He was holding a broken basin, beating it as a musical instrument, and singing loudly.
Zou Dan moved closer and stared at the young man again and again.
He is a very thin guy, with a sallow complexion and thin muscles, and even his singing voice is weak.
But there was a clear smile on his face, and he didn't know why he was happy.
Under his feet was a rolled-up straw mat.
If Zou Dan saw it correctly, there should be a human body inside!
No matter how bold he was, he couldn't help but feel a little hairy. He stared blankly at the young man and asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?"
When the young man saw him, he was not surprised. Instead, he asked, "What ghost? Have you ever seen a ghost?"
Avoiding his question, Zou Dan pointed to the straw mat wrapped under his feet, "Who is this?"
"My mother."
The young man said calmly.
"died?"
Zou Dan's eyes widened, "When?"
"This morning." The boy said.
"Your mother raised you, and now she has unfortunately passed away. It doesn't matter that you are not sad, sad, or shed tears, but you still bang on the pot and sing? Don't you think this is too much!"
Zou Dan was so puzzled that even the turtle on his head cast a glance at the young man.
Normally, relatives and friends will be sad when a person dies, let alone the death of a parent who gave birth to a child.
Anyone who doesn't cry loudly will be regarded as an unfilial son by the villagers.
He must not even dare to show a smile, and his sadness must be felt by others.
Could it be that his mother was treating him very badly, so she was singing so happily at this time?
After hearing this, the young man finally got up from the ground.
It was not that he was completely without any sadness, the circles under his eyes were indeed red, with an indelible sadness, but he was clearly smiling. Two completely different emotions appeared on the same person's face, and it was inevitable that he would look... Somewhat eccentric.
"I felt sad at first, and I couldn't wipe away the tears. But then I thought about it. My mother was originally lifeless; not only did she have no life, but she also had no body; not only did she have no body, but she also had no breath.
In the blur of existence and non-existence, the most primitive thing undergoes changes to produce breath, changes to produce form, and changes to produce life.
Now it has changed into death, that is, there is no life. This kind of change runs like the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Now she is resting quietly between heaven and earth, but I still cry. Why is this?
Everything returns to nothingness, life returns to death, this is the principle of the movement of heaven and earth. I will always accompany my mother. Isn’t this true? In this case, why should we cry and shed tears at this moment? "
He walked to the side of the straw mat, placed his palms gently on the straw mat, and said: "From now on, my mother will not be afraid of cold or heat, and will not have to suffer or be tired. She will be able to rest and sleep without any burden."
Zou Dan listened blankly as the young man told him truths that were difficult for ordinary people to understand.
In a trance, it seemed as if Qing Pingzi was preaching in his ears.
This boy is unusual!
It's just his concept that I don't like very much.
"The four seasons move around, and yin and yang reciprocate. Everything in the world is constantly changing, and it is precisely because of changes that a colorful world is born. All things in heaven and earth return to one, and oneness promotes all things and human beings. I have been involved in it my whole life, and I have been affected by it all the time.
People are here, trying to figure out the changes in yin and yang, the mysteries of the five elements, and the principles of heaven and earth. After life and death, when you return to heaven and earth, you lose all direction and return to chaos. How can you not be sad? "
Zou Dan's views were similar to those of the young man, but he was obviously more positive and proactive, correcting the young man's words with a slightly scolding tone.
It's just that the turtle on his head retracted its head into its shell at some point, as if it didn't want to hear the long talk of these two people.
At some point, Qing Pingzi came here, looked at the young man, and asked with great interest: "What's your name?"
The young man looked up at him and said calmly: "Zhuang Sheng."
"Did the words you just said come from your own mind?"
Qing Pingzi looked at him with great satisfaction. He was a good young man for cultivating Taoism!
"When you're too hungry and can't sleep, you have to think of something."
Zhuang Sheng nodded.
"Not bad, very good!"
Qing Pingzi put away the tools in his hands and invited, "Are you interested in learning Taoism with me?"
"Tao? What is that?"
Zhuang Sheng looked confused.
"That's what you said, the principle of the movement between heaven and earth. Our people call it Tao." Qingpingzi said.
"Is Tao something that people can pursue?" Zhuang Sheng asked.
"Humans can't do it, but immortals can. When a person has mastered enough 'Tao', he will be an immortal in the eyes of the world. As the saying goes, asking for immortality, on the way, immortals will come by themselves, and they can get rid of the shackles of the world. Seek the supreme mystery.”
Qingpingzi said firmly.
Zou Dan secretly rolled his eyes.
The master started again
(End of chapter)
