Ask the Mirror Chapter 78: Kyoka

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"Do you think this is easy? The road to immortality can be stolen, and the thief takes it. This word 'take' is the most difficult thing on the road to immortality. The problems you encounter on the way to practice are not It’s just this beautiful lady who has the light of jewelry. There are thousands of ways to practice, thousands of miraculous medicines, and thousands of human relationships. Which one do you take and which one do you let go? If you take it, will you really live forever if you give it up? Do you regret it? ”

Yu Ci's smile faded. This was no longer a matter of ideals and practice, but a matter of being brought back to the theory of fish and dragon by the old Taoist.

"People must pay attention to this truth in their spiritual practice: life between heaven and earth is never meant to isolate oneself. I don't know how to practice to the top, but on the road of spiritual practice, people can communicate with each other. Some help each other, some are strangers, and some are sworn in. There is also communication between people and things, some are inseparable, some are dispensable, and some are disgusting; as for people and the world Between them, the harmony between heaven and man and the harmony between heaven and man are clearly written in the classics.

"Although such connections are complicated, taking and giving up here is the right way. If you don't understand the truth inside, and don't understand that 'external objects' are also the foundation of spiritual practice, you can go into the mountains alone to meditate, and it's beautiful. It’s called ‘Death Pass’, but it’s actually just the word for death!”

Yu Ci lowered his head and responded: "I would like to be taught!"

But soon, he raised his head again and grinned bitterly: "It's just that it sounds like the trade-offs are very complicated, difficult, and... ruthless."

At this time, he was thinking of the friends he had made recently. According to the theory of the old Taoist, in the pursuit of the great road, if necessary, Ye Tu can give up, Baoguang can give up, Xiaojiu can give up, and he, the old Taoist, can give up!

Is that what you mean?

The old Taoist had a leisurely expression, as if he was in a trance, and he stroked his beard and smiled: "Those who have not experienced the wind and rain in this world cannot say the word 'ruthless', which is good. But you must know that the ruthlessness of the Tao is a calamity. Guan...but it's touching even if it's ruthless!

After speaking, laugh, laugh and then sing, clapping cups to clap:

"The road to immortality is long, and it is difficult to live forever. It is difficult to live forever, and it is difficult to pass through tribulation. It is difficult to pass through life and death, and it is not difficult to die."

In the small pavilion with plum snow, the white-browed old Taoist clears his throat and sings. The sound shakes the branches and leaves and makes the sound of falling snow. In fact, the voice is not pleasant, and the words are straightforward and ordinary, but there is a sense of humor and self-deprecation in the tone. After thinking about it a little more, I feel that the words in it are bitter and make people's blood stop flowing.

Yu Ci knew that the old Taoist priest was trying to wake him up in this way, but at his own expense. He wanted to smile, but when he put it on his face, he was already bitter.

This is the first time he has come into contact with the advanced theory of cultivation. However, if all the monks in the world practice this way, how boring and depressing it will be?

This is not the immortality he imagined and pursued... It really isn't!

So, in his excitement, he swallowed another glass of wine and became a little drunk.

His wine taste is actually not very good. Once he is a little drunk, his temper will appear too wild, and he will tend to die without saying anything surprising. He squinted and looked again. Although he didn't like what the old Taoist said just now, he admired the old Taoist's laissez-faire and nonchalant attitude. This old man is indeed a man of temperament.

Probably because of this, the old Taoist failed on the road to immortality.

But when this comment came to his lips, he changed his words again. Taking advantage of his drunkenness, he shouted: "What an old Taoist, what a wonderful person!"

The sudden praise made the old Taoist look even more leisurely and intoxicated. He changed the syllables slightly and sang the four lines repeatedly. Yu Ci heard the words "it's hard to live forever" from it many times. Seeing the old Taoist old man with a bright head and pale face, Yu Ci didn't feel anything in her heart. With her heart agitated, she actually clapped her hands on the table and sang along with the old Taoist:

"...it is difficult to calamity, but it is a matter of life and death, but it is a matter of life and death, but death is not difficult."

One vigorous and the other clear, the superiors and inferiors excited each other; the old and the young responded to the claps and claps on the table. In this way, the simple lyrics actually gave them a real flavor. After the words "It's not difficult to die" passed by again, Yu Ci was already filled with emotions and excitement. He exerted force on his hands, causing the small pavilion to shake loudly and almost collapse. Under the dust, he said bitterly:

"It's not difficult to die, it's not difficult to die. The easiest thing is the most breathtaking thing!"

The old Taoist also stopped and said with a smile: "Only when you overcome difficulties can you live forever. Do you know how to take the road to immortality?"

"I know, I know..."

Yu Ci did understand what Lao Dao meant, but she became increasingly frustrated. This kind of give-and-take, sentimental and ruthless thing made people feel too frivolous. In fact, he is not afraid of death. On the contrary, he is worried about these entangled things. Why can't cultivating the Taoism be like using a sword, where one sword passes and life and death are determined, and it's fun?

When you are holding your breath, drink alcohol. There was ashes in the wine glass, so he didn't want the wine glass, grabbed the wine pot, and drank it all in one gulp. Although the wine taste was thin, it rushed to his forehead. His mind was agitated, and he thought about the heaven, earth, things, and people that Yu Zhou had said before. As he said this, he felt as if something was stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit it out quickly. He suddenly slapped the table and shouted:

"Why do I have to choose? Let all things be mine, make all people be used by me, let the heaven and earth be naturally controlled by me... In this way, can't I live forever?"

The old Taoist was startled when he heard this.

Yu Ci roared out, and it was clear in his mind that he immediately knew that he had said nonsense. Just as he was about to explain, he saw the old man laughing loudly, suddenly fluffing his sleeves, and there was a loud bang, and the table was full of wine glasses. The side dishes fell to the floor, and almost even the stone box containing the fish and dragon fell.

At this time, Baoguang had already brought wine to the outside of the pavilion. When he suddenly saw this scene, he was stunned.

The old Taoist laughed, looked at Yu Ci again, and remained silent for a long time.

For the first time in his life, Yu Ci regretted his blunder after drinking. Facing the old Taoist gaze, he smiled bitterly and said, "These are angry words..."

The old Taoist suddenly smiled: "Very good!"

"What?"

"I know they are angry words...but these sentences are angry words, and I can't say them out."

The old Taoist patted him on the shoulder and left the pavilion without looking back.

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In the afternoon, the Taoist priests in the temple had finished their lunch classes. The voices in the Taoist temple gradually began to rise, but when they reached the single courtyard where Yu Ci lived, most of them fell silent, leaving the tranquility untouched.

Yu Ci paced slowly in the courtyard.

This is the tenth day since he returned to the meditation on the mind.

After the old Taoist walked away that day, Yu Ci never saw him again. Even the fish and dragon were not handed over. As for the disciples in the outer chamber, they were put on hold. It seemed that that gaffe really offended the old man and brought everything to a standstill.

As time went on, he felt that he seemed to be forgotten. Only Baoguang came to chat with him every day, making him feel that he was still in the world.

It’s not that Yu Ci has never been anxious or doubtful.

But as time goes by, my mind slowly settles. Unknowingly, the intrigues and life-and-death fights in the Sky Rift Valley became blurred, and the sense of urgency that had always filled his heart also eased. As for the conspiracy that was still lurking underwater, the confrontation between the "giants" and other more... Distant things are buried in the deepest part of my heart, and a layer of cover is added.

In this way, most of his heart was empty, and the beating rhythm naturally changed.

Yu Ci found a new rhythm, completely different from the rhythm he had in the Sky Rift Valley, his wandering career for the previous twelve years, and the rhythm he had in the Shuangxian Cult when he was a child. It seemed that he was leisurely and relaxed, and his perception was very delicate. He did not forget his past, but gradually changed his perspective, simply extracting information from it to enrich his thinking.

To put it simply, he is reflecting.

It's not that he thinks there was anything wrong with what he did before, but that he found some valuable things that were inevitably missed in intense situations.

The more illusory ones are like the subtle changes in his mood at various times, and the more realistic ones are like the subtle movement of "innate energy" when using the atomized sword intent. Among these details that are easily overlooked, there are some things that he has been pursuing, but has been covered up by the more eye-catching reality.

So, Yu Ci began to like walking in the quiet courtyard, recalling, thinking, exploring, and finally grasping those things, because they are closer to cultivation, talent, and immortality.

He is in very good condition, even more so today.

In the quiet environment, he could even hear the dense chorus of muscles, bones, flesh and blood nourished by the "innate Qi", like the waves lapping at the shore in the middle of the night, rising and falling, like hearing the sounds of nature.

Immersed in this secret sound, Yu Ci naturally entered a state of being awake but not awake, in a trance. The clear thinking and awareness in the past is now like a lake full of embankments, flowing in all directions without any purpose, but in the deepest part, there is a slight light, forming the most fundamental core, illuminating its unfathomable depth. Heart Lake. No matter how far the lake spreads, it will be affected by the light, even though the impact is minimal.

He inexplicably and naturally thought of Ye Tu's remarks, but lost the order and even the shell of language. Instead, they were reduced to the most intuitive images and the purest ideas, presented in the lake of his heart.

That's a set of concentric circles.

The shimmer is the center of the circle, and the lake is the arc that has blurred the boundaries between them.

The spreading lake actively communicates with the outside world and invades new territory. The outside world is also communicating with the lake. It may be a fallen leaf or a breeze. Through these subtle changes, vague information from a long distance is conveyed.

The lake itself can digest this information and give feedback, and the glimmer of light in the center of the lake imprints the entire process of inputting information, the role of the lake, and the feedback from the lake from the perspective of a bystander. , and then shave off the process itself, leaving only a little bit of the negligible "principle" declared by the process, which is included in its light, and the glimmer seems to have expanded by just a tiny bit.

Then, under the dim light, the lake water becomes clearer, and the feedback information becomes clearer, and the cycle starts over again.

Until a bright and intense stimulation suddenly intervened!

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