Chapter 6 See the Green Mountain

Dreams are a magical phenomenon. But a long, long time may have passed in the dream in one night.

Although monks in the world are completely unaware of the cause of this phenomenon, it does not prevent them from using dreams to do things, such as entering other people's consciousness to communicate with others.

Many times, this method is used to treat some soul trauma, so it is also called soul cultivation technique.

Zhang Fengyun has been poisoned in recent years and has received many treatments by this method.

But at that time he was swept away by darkness and did not touch these secret techniques at all, but the effect of these magic was imprinted in his spiritual consciousness.

Since his successful detoxification, he has been experiencing these secret techniques in his sleep.

There are hundreds of types of secret techniques left in his spiritual consciousness, but in the past two days, he has experienced these secret techniques all over the past two days. To this day, he is still firm and has not dissipated, leaving only the One Dream Three Life Technique left by the Sanctuary of Nanhua Taizhuang.

This technique is a secret that is not passed down by Nanhuatai, and it has its own mystery.

Zhang Fengyun was very curious about this dream. He experienced these dreams over the past few days, and his soul injuries were unexpectedly repaired.

Old Man Bing also knew about this and was very curious about the art of dreams, so he encouraged Zhang Fengyun to go to bed early at night.

Zhang Fengyun also likes this dream very much.

Although the name of this secret technique is Yimeng Sansheng, the person who casts the technique obviously has insufficient cultivation, so this technique is only a few decades long.

However, compared to those secret techniques that cost several days and a month, I don’t know how high it is.

After these two days, the dreams of these decades have only been left for less than twenty years.

Zhang Fengyun in the dream is already decades old.

He still cannot practice in his dreams, but he is not troubled by toxicity and devotes himself to studying and is now a great scholar with gray hair.

Sitting on the top of the mountain, watching the clouds roll and unfold, and watching the changes of the world, this is Zhang Fengyun's daily daily activities in his dream.

"Teacher, the people from Mingyun Pavilion are here again." A child dressed in a book boy jumped up from the mountain stream and said in a regular manner.:

"Here you come, why are you panic?" Zhang Fengyun held a roll of bamboo slips and stroked his long beard and said, "What are they doing this time?"

The little boy replied: "It's still the same as before, please see you, teacher."

Zhang Fengyun reached out and snatched up his hand, and a few wisps of floating clouds slipped out from his old fingers, leaving nothing behind.

He withdrew his hand, stroked his beard and said, "Then let's see you."

"yes."

The little boy jumped, lit a little on the bluestone by the stream, and disappeared into the forest.

After a while, he came out of the woods again, followed by a young man.

The young man was wearing a long gaunt of hidden blue and had an extraordinary temperament, but he did not jump up like a child. Instead, he walked up in the air and slowly came behind Zhang Fengyun.

"It was you who came this year?" After the youth stood still, Zhang Fengyun said, "I thought it was your father who came."

The young man was very kind and bowed and said, "My father has become prime minister this year and has a lot of affairs in the court. He cannot come to pay homage to Mr. Lingyun. I hope he will forgive me."

"There is nothing to be forgiven. Even if your father comes every year, I have never seen him a few times." Zhang Fengyun stroked the bamboo slip in his hand: "What is your intention to come? Or is it the same as before?"

"I dare not." The young man looked at the ground with his eyebrows down and said in a low voice: "I just ask about learning."

"You are smarter, much better than your father."

"My father is in a high position and always has many unscrupulous things. I hope Mr. Lingyun will forgive me."

"Okay, there is no need to open an inquiry for your father. If I really care about these things, you won't be able to get up today." Zhang Fengyun turned around and said, "Aren't you here to ask about your knowledge? If you have any questions, please ask."

"Students...students take the liberty and want to ask some questions about their practice."

The young man was full of joy. After all, everyone knew that although Mr. Ling Yun was unpredictable, he could not practice for some reasons. He took a great risk when he asked this question.

That was Mr. Ling Yun, the most respected great scholar in the world. If it weren't for his father's reasons, it would be difficult for him to meet him.

But Zhang Fengyun didn't care about this. He waved his hand and signaled the child to set up a table to prepare tea, and put the bamboo slips in his hand aside.

"Ask, since I promised you, you can ask anything."

"Thank you, Mr. Lingyun." The young man knelt down to the other side of the table. The table was made of stone and was placed on the top of the mountain where Zhang Fengyun meditated. It was made of a huge stone and divided into two halves. It was hollowed out in the middle to store teacups and teapots. It was very exquisite.

However, the young man was not interested in these things. He just picked up the tea cup and drank a sip of tea, then put the cup down.

"Why are you here to learn my Tao?" Zhang Fengyun asked. The scene at this moment seemed like the teacher was taking the exam for his own disciples, not two people who didn't know each other.

That sip of tea seemed to cover up the young man's panic. He said slowly: "Mr. Lingyun is famous all over the world for his profound knowledge, so students naturally feel admiration."

"Lying." Zhang Fengyun narrowed his eyes and stroked his beard: "The answer is not from the truth, I want to listen to your truth."

The young man hesitated for a moment and said, "My father often said that if Mr. Ling Yun could practice, he would have been a sage."

"So you want to learn from my sages." Zhang Fengyun said with a smile: "Young man, do you have a big appetite!"

After experiencing dozens of dream worlds and practicing here for decades, Zhang Fengyun had to say that he could show off his understanding of life.

This is also thanks to his calm nature that he has been sitting in this forest for decades.

The young man looked very proud, but he still said respectfully: "The student is not talented, so please give me advice."

"Well, okay." Zhang Fengyun picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Your father insisted on coming out of the country and entering the world back then, otherwise what I learned in this life would have to be inherited. If you can learn it, it can be considered as if I have learned this period of cause and effect. Please listen."

The young man sat upright and listened with his ears, for fear of missing a word.

Zhang Fengyun's voice is old and hoarse, but not harsh. The story is the best way to make people feel comfortable. Rather than saying it is preaching, it is playing a piano piece that moistens the spring rain.

The young man had already achieved the cultivation level of Tongxuan at a young age, and his understanding was naturally not much worse. Now that Zhang Fengyun preached, he was fascinated by what he heard.

"A saint, being a saint, can be extraordinary and extraordinary, or play in the world..."

"As a saint, you should think about the heaven and earth, benefit all spirits, and respect all sentient beings..."

"The way of a saint is not in heaven and earth, but in one's own body, and one's mind is not in heaven and earth..."

"The so-called Tao is to be above all things, and to be below all things, to be below all things. This Tao is the Tao, which has no supreme and no bottom, no beginning or end, and heaven and earth are born from the Tao, and it is also the way of heaven and earth. This is reincarnation..."

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The preaching time is not long, the Tao is simple, and everything pays attention to its essence. Moreover, no matter how much Zhang Fengyun accumulates, it is just a big dream after all, and it is difficult to touch the true Tao.

All he taught was his own understanding of Tao, plus the result of his predecessors planting trees.

However, this is a great benefit for the visiting young people. In this dream created by Zhuang Sheng, the sage realm is already the top, so after hearing this, he gained countless gains.

"Sir, great talent, students cannot repay you."

"I don't need to repay you, I have nothing to lack."

The young man fell to the ground and thanked him: "Mr. Lingyun is very ambitious, and his disciples dare not expect it, but they just want to serve the teacher."

"I am an old man, and it's enough to have children around you. You'd better go back and be your young master. After I understand my Taoism, I hope you can do something for the people. Perhaps this is the last time we meet."

"Sir, what do you mean..." The young man looked up at Zhang Fengyun with a surprised look on his face.

Zhang Fengyun waved his hand and said, "I don't mean anything. I am old and it's always like this. But it's getting late, and it's time for you to leave."

The young man didn't give up: "Sir, don't you really leave your disciples?"

"What should I stay? Let's go quickly, don't let me enjoy the scenery here." Zhang Fengyun glared at his eyes, and his aura was quite strong.

"Then... take care of yourself, and the student will leave." The young man slowly retreated and left in a miserable way.

Seeing the young man leave, the little boy who had been standing beside him asked crisply: "Teacher, are you leaving?"

"Yes." Zhang Fengyun's old hand covered the little boy's head, looked up at Yunhai and said, "The wish is over here, there is no meaning to stay."

"Sir, are you back?"

"Maybe." Zhang Fengyun didn't know whether the world would completely disappear after waking up from this dream.

But there is no need to stay any longer.

"It's a pity for the teacher to live this life. If he can practice, he will definitely live many years."

When the child spoke Wuji, Zhang Fengyun grinned and said, "So what if you can practice? After all, it is just an understanding and pursuit of Tao. There is nothing worth wondering about. Confucius said: You can die in the morning when you hear Tao in the morning. Even if a person who practices has a high level of cultivation, he will live a life without hesitation."

"I don't understand." The child blinked in distress, looking puzzled.

"If you don't understand, don't understand." Zhang Fengyun patted the boy's shoulder: "You will understand in the future, go find your parents."

The little boy nodded and jumped down the mountain stream.

Looking at the energetic figure of the little boy when he left, Zhang Fengyun smiled unconsciously. However, the beard on his mouth moved slightly but did not stop. At the same time, a chilly coolness also invaded the mountain road.

The wind is blowing.

The clouds gradually dissipated with the wind, revealing the mountains covered by it.

The towering green mountains are visible.

Zhang Fengyun felt sure, and suddenly remembered a poem. I saw that the green mountains were so charming, and I thought that the green mountains would be like this when they saw me.

I see the green mountains, and the green mountains see me; I am the green mountains, and the green mountains are me.

This is true for all things in this world.

It's time to wake up this dream.
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