Nightfall Chapter 117: The most beautiful voice in the world
Chapter 117 The Most Beautiful Voice in the World
There is a nonsense-like truth in the world: there is nothing, and there is nothing. In the secular world, the standard for existence is very simple: there are things that can be seen such as mountains, there are things that can be heard, such as sound, and things that can be touched such as fire are also there, but if you can’t see and hear If you can't touch it, then naturally there is no.
This standard does not apply to the world of practice. Those breathing or vitality that pervades the heavens and the earth, and those mind powers that cause vitality to vibrate through the light playing of the sea and snow mountains, cannot be perceived by ordinary people. They cannot see or hear. You can't and can't touch the breath of heaven and earth and the mind of the practitioner, but it doesn't mean that such things don't exist.
The first stage is also called the first acquaintance, which means that the mind of the practitioner is released from the sea and snow mountains, and the existence of the breath of the world is understood. Perception means that a practitioner can live in harmony with the breath of heaven and earth for the first time, and even make some sensory exchanges. These two initial realms are collectively referred to as virtual realms.
Whether an ordinary person can embark on the path of spiritual practice, the simplest judgment can be made from the above discussion: if he can see, hear or touch the breath of heaven and earth or ideas, then he has really stood On the road.
Ning Que stared blankly at his trembling fingers, at the thin gap between the fingertips and the wet towel, at the steaming heat, and knew that what he felt was not the heat, but some other things.
This kind of feeling is inaccurately described by touching, it is more like a perception.
There is spirit in the human brain. The spirit produces thoughts, thoughts are thoughts, and mind power is thinking, thinking, thinking, and wanting to be with you... Some kind of mysterious power that resembles this appearance, that is The power of thought.
Ning Que was not healed from his serious injury at this time, exhausted, and there was no distracting thoughts in his mind. He had only one thought. He wanted to pick up the steaming wet towel and wipe his body well.
It seems that those breaths circulating between heaven and earth, this time I finally understood his thoughts and felt the power of his thoughts, from between the eaves, from the windows, from the quilt, and from every drop of sweat. , Converged in front of his fingers with a "speed" beyond the speed category, and landed on the hot wet towel.
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There was dead silence in the room. Ning Que looked at his fingers like the famous nymphomaniac girl from Moon Country. He didn't dare to breathe or blink, and tried his best to ensure that the trembling fingers did not tremble. The afterimage maintained this posture with unprecedented caution, like a frozen quail.
After a long time, he raised his eyebrows extremely slowly, tilted his head slightly like slow motion, looked at his fingertips suspiciously, then slowly closed his eyes, and forcibly suppressed his excitement. Excited and started meditating.
Many years ago I got the Taishang Induction article at the Kaiping Market. Since then, Ning Que has been meditating all the time, before going to bed, meditating before going to bed, and looking at Chaoyang in a daze after waking up to meditate, winning three bowls of rice wine. Yu did not forget to meditate. He was meditating after jumping into Subi Lake in blood. Although sadly never felt the vitality flowing between the heaven and the earth, the proficiency of entering the meditation state is definitely the best in the world.
All thoughts are empty.
Stick to the heart.
Run by intention.
He has been in this world for 16 years. Ning Que, who knows nothing about Qihaixueshan in his body and has been destroyed countless times, finally heard or felt the long and peaceful breathing for the first time. It is heaven and earth. Breathe.
He dared to swear by the reputation of his mother who loved him the most in the General’s Mansion. Although this long and calm breathing sound was slight, it was definitely the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. It was more beautiful than the sound of a horse thief falling from a mount in Subbi Lake. It was more beautiful than the sound of Zhang Yiqi's staring and struggling, and even more beautiful than the sound of silver blossoms in the purse.
Between the long and calm breaths, there is a long breath that comes from ancient times and will go to the future. What the finger touches is not a real object but can be sure of its actual existence. The doors and windows of the room are closed, but there is a gentle wave like wind. Wrapped around him, no, this kind of fluctuation is more dignified than the wind, more gentle like the clear water of a quiet pond, but lighter than water.
Finally determined what he felt. He could no longer suppress the emotions gushing from his heart. He woke up and looked at the scroll written by himself on the wall of the room and the simple beams and pillars, his eyes full of excitement. Excitement, and an extremely complicated emotion. He felt that although the doors and windows were closed, he seemed to be able to see the gray wall and the row of green trees in Lin 47 Lane. He knew that the world before him looked the same as before. The world doesn't seem to be different, but for Ning Que, the world after today...will definitely be different.
He stretched out his still trembling fingers and pointed it at the bean-like candlelight on the table. Ning Que slowly inhaled, urging his mind into the sea of air and snow, and then a long, long time passed. It was released slowly.
The candlelight on the table wobbly, I don't know if it was the wind, his fingers, or his heart was upset.
"Is this...is the vitality of heaven and earth?"
He looked at his fingertips, did not see anything, but could feel that there was a very thin layer of existence there, muttered to himself, and then he added in a deep voice: "This is the world Vitality!"
The young and immature face is full of determination and affirmation, without any wavering or self-doubt.
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Ning Que jumped out of the bed abruptly because he didn't wear shoes at all. Ning Que jumped out of the bed, his legs softened and almost fell, forcibly supporting him and running outside. Knocked over the bucket next to the bed, his waist was hit hard by the corner of the table, but the boy who was about to faint, who was hit by a huge sense of happiness, did not feel any pain at all.
Pushing open the room, rushing into the small courtyard, standing in front of Sangsang who was chopping wood, he looked at the little maid with a small body, opened his mouth to say something, but found his own voice Somewhat hoarse, almost speechless.
Sangsang glanced at him suspiciously, and found that the expression on his face was extremely weird, like crying and laughing.
"Master, are you okay?"
She stood up, habitually raised her arms on tiptoes, wondering if Ning Que was covered with a fever, and the fever was a little confused, but found that she could touch the top of his head when she tiptoed, she couldn’t help laughing happily. Up.
Ning Que stretched out his right hand and grabbed her thin arm, and put her small body firmly into her arms, between her naked chest, just like many years ago, muttering: "You are alive Very good, I am now... also very good."
After the hatchet saw the blood and fled from Chang'an City, he hadn't cried for many years, and he still didn't shed tears today, but I don't know why, he felt that his eye sockets were a little hot and humid, and his nose was a little sour.
Sangsang raised her head with difficulty, and looked at the faint wetness in Ning Que's eyes. She was startled, and then she guessed something, her small face was full of shocked expressions, and two lines of tears flowed away. Flowing out of the eyes of the willow leaves.
Silent choking is definitely not enough to vent the emotions of the master and servant at this moment.
Sangsang opened his thin arms and hugged Ning Que's waist, crying in pain, "Woo...Master, this is a happy event, you can eat more duck meat at night."
At the end of the hug, the two separated some distance. Ning Que looked down at the tears on the dark face of the little maid. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.
Sangsang immediately understood what he meant. He bowed his head in shame, raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears, sobbing and whispering: "I...I'll call the Songhe Tower takeaway, six taels of silver mats. ."
"It's pretty much the same." Ning Que rubbed her head with a crush.
Sangsang went into the house and opened the box to take the silver, hurried to the shop, and suddenly thought of something, he slowly stopped in front of the door, turned back to look at him, bit his lip, very serious Said: "Master, go out later... Do these dangerous things, you must remember to bring me, waiting for you in the shop is uncomfortable."
Ning Que looked at her quietly, then nodded vigorously, and said, "Don't worry, this kind of thing will never happen again. At least this year, I won't do anything again. Don't worry."
Laobi Zhai shop closes early.
The small wooden sign hanging on the shop originally stated that the owner has something to do, but Sangsang changed it to the owner Youxi in the shortest time.
Since it’s a happy event, it is natural to drink alcohol to help the fun. The master and servant lavishly ate six taels of silver noodles from the Songhe Tower and drank two large pots of wine. I don’t know if it’s because they were too happy or a distressed meal. Sangsang, who had never been drunk after eating so much money, was extremely drunk today.
Ning Que looked at the little maid lying on the drunk table and scratched her head in surprise, thinking why did you get drunk before I was drunk?
Holding Sangsang back to the room, covered with a single layer of quilt, Ning Que sat on the bed and took a round cat fan to fan her, and at the same time chased away those annoying mosquitoes. Sangsang has been serving all these years He, he has rarely done these things, but after all, he has done it too many times when he was a child, so his movements are very skilled.
The huge sense of happiness and excitement gradually calmed down between the shaking of the round cat fan. He began to silently think about what happened to him, and his eyes fell on the **** umbrella beside Sangsang’s little face. .