Daoist Master of Qing Xuan Chapter 11: What is what I am
Shen Lian suddenly gave birth to a kind of enlightenment. Taiwei Pavilion is the foundation of Qingxuan. It contains Qingxuan’s generations of Dao explorations and various practice experiences. This is the biggest Taoist school. Treasure.
No wonder this Taishizu will stay in Taiwei Pavilion.
After he inherited the teacher, he learned that when Zhang Ruoxu took over as the teacher, Qingxuan had three longevity real people. This is not too small. As for the remaining teachers who have attained longevity in the past ten thousand years, most Have not been able to survive the Three Great Tribulation, return to the cycle of heaven and earth.
Only a handful of them finally escaped from Daqian, cut off their involvement with this world, and were at ease.
The old Taoist priest who had been mistaken for the elder in the door before Shen Lian was still on the first floor of Taiwei Pavilion. The wrinkles on his forehead were like runes and traces left by the silent years.
Time flies, time passes by, and the power of time cannot be easily resisted by any force.
But Shen Lian knows clearly that the wrinkles on the old Taoist priests are not simply carved by time. There are other reasons.
In front of Taiwei Pavilion, there is a soft grass, and one step into the pavilion is a hard floor.
Although the grass is soft, it is reborn every year. Although the floor is solid, it can gradually decay, just because in the fairy gate, the rate of decay is not fast, and it is surprisingly slow.
The old Taoist stared at himself, and opened his eyes when Shen Lian stepped into the pavilion.
With this look, Shen Lian couldn't even move his eyes.
He suddenly discovered that he was no longer in Taiwei Pavilion, but turned into an ugly caterpillar, lying on the leaves, gnawing on the tender green leaves. This leaf is soft and watery, making him eat very well. Comfortable.
Every time he bites a leaf, obtains its juice~liquid and mesophyll, it is digested into the energy he needs, making him grow day by day. Of course, relying on the leaves for a living is not peaceful, there are many of the same kind around him. Or because of wind and rain. Either because of natural enemies, or some germs, and eventually died.
If a limb is left, it will fall into the soil. The tree finally turned into nutrients and re-attached. The extended roots absorb and produce new branches and leaves.
Shen Lian watched all this silently, he was lucky. Escaped many disasters and lived for a long time. Of course, this so-called long time is relative to the rest of the same kind.
Essentially, he and the mayfly. There is not much difference between the non-verbal summer insects.
Actually he has never seen winter. I have never seen snow.
As he grew up day by day, he seemed to forget a lot of things as Shen Lian's memory. The experience that seemed to overwhelm the fragile head of the caterpillar was gradually rejected.
Gradually, he has only the instinct of life left, keeping his life alive while constantly eating leaves.
Until a certain moment, he gradually felt that his body became heavy and his limbs were weak, and he also found that some of the same kind were lying quietly on a branch, no longer moving, and white silk began to spit in his mouth, making those Bai Si wrapped herself.
Shen Lian also experienced this situation. The white silk was the leaves he had eaten in the past, as well as some special structures and components in his body.
He suddenly remembered an idiom and bound himself. But at this time, he who had forgotten his personal memory, no longer understood what it meant.
There are more and more white silks, wrapping the entire body of the caterpillar, and finally he seems to fall into a silent and dark situation. No sound can be heard, nor can he move.
Can't breathe, and can't find new food to replenish energy.
If this continues, he will die soon. He didn't know the meaning of death, but he was full of terror when he thought of ‘death’.
That horror can drive him crazy.
There is a great horror between life and death, and after the great horror is great freedom. The first half sentence was said by a certain sage, and the second half sentence was his expectation.
The more he faced death, the more things appeared in his mind, such as the memory of being a human being, of being a fish in a river, of being a bird in the sky, and of being an animal raised by humans.
All these, like white silk outside the body, surround him.
He didn't understand, but he knew.
It flashed across his mind like an electric flower, and he was already confused. There is only one kind of belief in his heart that never disappears, that is, he has to live, he has everything in life.
This kind of survival instinct runs through his life.
He was wriggling, because that unyielding desire seemed to give birth to unspeakable changes, his body began to change, with more inexplicable potential, the cocoon made by white silk was not unbreakable, as long as he tore it open White silk can be reborn and be free.
Driven by instinct, he tried his best.
Just as he was making all his efforts to break the cocoon, the world was changing again, and he was still in Taiwei Pavilion.
The look in his eyes was slightly confused, and his lucidity soon recovered.
Only deep in my heart, the intention is still unfinished. It's a pity that I haven't been able to break through the cocoon and become a butterfly.
"Are you a caterpillar or Shen Lian?" A clear voice sounded in Taiwei Pavilion.
It turns out that the old Taoist can talk. He hadn't talked before, and Shen Lian thought he was practicing kung fu such as the closed mantra.
Shen Lian pondered slightly: "Neither Caterpillar nor Shen Lian is Shen Lian."
The old Taoist asked again: "What is the white silk that the caterpillar spit out?"
Shen Lian said: "It is the manifestation of vain."
The old Taoist laughed and said: "Now you are not much better than a caterpillar. You can only get killed when you go out. When you can "couse yourself", come and ask me for advice."
He didn't say whether Shen Lian's answer was right or wrong. After speaking, he closed his eyes and stopped speaking. It was like a silent stone statue. If Shen Lian didn't look at him, it would be difficult to detect his existence.
No, the old Taoist priest is more quiet than a stone statue. If Shen Lian closes his eyes, he can feel the changes in the airflow between the sky and the earth, and know the special position of the stone statue.
But when he doesn’t look at the old Taoist priests, he really doesn’t seem to exist in the world~ IndoMTL.com~ How can a caterpillar be able to compare this kind of realm, and even come out of its cocoon, it is far from being able to reach this kind of realm. situation.
Shen Lian knew that the old Taoist priest had been in Qingxuan, but why he didn't stop the emptiness in the first place, or he couldn't stop it because of other reasons.
When the question arises, Shen Lian does not ask, because he knows that if the old Taoist is willing to say, he will definitely tell him. But before the old Taoist priest allowed him to "make a cocoon", he would ask him for advice again. The meaning is already very clear, and he didn't look for him before.
Shen Lian understands that the so-called "being a cocoon and binding oneself" is actually a "fantasy entanglement". At that time, he was truly qualified to cut through the falsehood and attack the way of the immortal.
Continue to walk inside Taiwei Pavilion. Taiwei Pavilion does not have a ladder to go up to the second floor directly, but as long as you have the conditions to go to the second floor, you can naturally enter.
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ps thanks for the reward of 588 and the emperor who wants to Gensokyo for the reward
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