Chapter 174 Some people go to the sky, some people go down the mountain
Li Mingyue's heart was really not calm at all at this moment. It would be no exaggeration to say that it was in turmoil.
Meng Zisheng continued: "If you want to be calm, you have to figure out what you want. As the saying goes, 'what is desirable is called good, what is available to others is called faith, what is full is called beauty, what is full and glorious is called big, what is big and
Transform it into something holy, and what is holy but unknowable is called God. Only in this way can we know what awe-inspiring righteousness is.”
Meng Zisheng looked at the sea in the distance, and his whole person seemed to suddenly change his aura. He continued: "The so-called awe-inspiring righteousness is actually the highest and most upright high-spirited righteousness. It takes the world as its own responsibility, assumes moral responsibility, and is fearless.
The courage of a gentleman is the upright and upright spirit of a gentleman who stands upright between heaven and earth and is impartial. With such a majestic and righteous spirit, he laughs at himself and embraces the wind and clouds, looks down on a big country and looks down on the heaven and earth, and feels nothing to be ashamed of."
He withdrew his eyes, looked at Li Mingyue and said: "What Immortal Li has to do is to meditate. In this regard, Old Immortal Chen is very good. Although he is not a scholar, he makes us and other scholars feel ashamed."
After Meng Zisheng finished speaking, he smiled slightly and continued: "There is a bright moon on the sea. Master Li Xian might as well calm down his mind and let go of all the things in this world."
After saying that, he bowed to Li Mingyue, turned around and walked down the cliff, saying, "I'm waiting for Master Li Xian at Siya Academy."
Li Mingyue returned the gift.
After Meng Zisheng left, Li Mingyue stood alone on the cliff. The sea breeze was blowing, which was a bit cold, but there was a different charm hidden in the wind. Li Mingyue walked to the edge of the cliff, faced the sea, and sat cross-legged.
The sun sets in the west, twilight falls, and the vision gradually becomes dim and blurred.
Once it gets dark, the world seems to be quiet, with only the sound of the night wind blowing by, accompanied by the sound of waves hitting the cliff from time to time.
Li Mingyue closed her eyes, relaxed her mind, and felt the quiet time. As time passed, the light became darker and darker, and a bright moon rose slowly on the sea, blending with the lights of thousands of houses on the coastline.
Although Li Mingyue closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to see all this, which made him feel extremely strange.
Mencius said that what the eyes can see is the Tao, and what the eyes cannot see is also the Tao. So what the heart can reach and what the heart cannot reach, is it also the Tao? In fact, Li Mingyue has another level of understanding of this sentence.
, that is, what can be seen is Tao, and what cannot be seen is also Tao. What can be seen is real, and what cannot be seen is not illusory, because even if the eyes cannot see it, the heart can see it.
For example, although you can't see the other side of the sea, you can still see a picture in your mind, but whether this picture is the actual picture is unknown.
The appearance of this kind of picture can only be said to be uncertain, but it cannot be said to be illusory.
But the more "where the heart is, where the eyes are", the less Li Mingyue can calm down her heart. If the mind is not calm, it will not be possible to reach the state mentioned by Meng Zisheng. If it cannot reach that state, it will be
If you cannot truly understand what Haoran righteousness is, and if you cannot understand the so-called Haoran righteousness, you cannot understand what Guiyuan means, and you cannot break the shackles and step into that threshold.
Time passes slowly, like sand on your fingertips.
A white shadow floated out from Li Mingyue's waist and floated above the cliff. He looked at the young man sitting quietly on the cliff without making a sound to disturb him.
At this time, Li Mingyue opened her eyes, her deep eyes full of confusion, and murmured: "What you see is beautiful, what your heart desires is also beautiful, why do you have to give it up?"
When Li Mingyue spoke, the woman in the bell said: "Maybe you can change your way, because your way of practice is different from others. You know, you are not a Confucian disciple, so you don't need to follow the so-called Confucian rules."
Li Mingyue frowned and said, "Another way?"
The woman in the bell nodded but did not speak.
Li Mingyue fell into deep thought again.
Since the heart cannot be calm, then ignore your own heart for now, just like ignoring the breath in your body. However, this time Li Mingyue does not skip it like the previous practice, but rewinds and returns to the most fundamental problem.
First, why do you practice?
Li Mingyue feels uneasy because he has never faced this problem and never really understood what he wants. It's just that this problem is no longer in the past, but in the future, because the choice is in the past, but the decision to choose
, but it is the future.
Because I wanted to become stronger and live a decent future, I chose to practice basic Taoism; because I wanted to prove that I was not without talent, I wanted to have the right to survive, and I wanted revenge, I chose this path of practice.
; Then after revenge, what kind of future should I have to continue to persevere? Or, is this really the reason for my initial choice?
After a long time, Li Mingyue suddenly laughed and said to herself: "Maybe it's not necessarily right, but I just want to go further and see further, and I want to confirm whether what I want is really true.
What I think is the same. Because of the direction of my heart, my life is endless and my struggle is endless. In this way, how can the shackles of this world bind me? Since it can't restrain me, why bother to cut off the world's fate? In this way, the rules of heaven and earth
, how can I block my smooth road?"
He stood up from the ground and said leisurely: "What I want is what I want. No matter whether it is right or not, at least I can enter Guiyuan."
After the words fell, a vortex was set off with his body as the center. The vortex became bigger and bigger, so that the woman in the bell also returned to the bell. Under the influence of this vortex, the vitality of heaven and earth moved crazily towards Li Mingyue.
Gather.
Over the sea, the bright moon is in the sky, bright and soft, quiet and peaceful, but the sea is roaring, with layer after layer of crazy slaps against the cliffs, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.
At this moment, the young man on the cliff seemed to be the center of the world.
In the sea, there are thousands of golden carps gathered into a long golden dragon, lingering under the cliff, just surrounding the bright moon reflected in the water.
Siya Academy.
An old man was kneeling on a futon, holding a book in his left hand and tapping his knees gently.
He always seems to be holding a book, but he never seems to have actually read the book.
Behind the old man, there was a man in white standing. He was frowning and looking at the cliff over there, wondering: "Sir, do you really want the fate of Confucianism to be handed over to his hands?"
The old man smiled and said: "Zisheng, let me ask you, what is Confucian luck?"
Meng Zisheng was stunned.
The old man continued: "Is it the Haoran sword? Or is it the koi carp that belongs to thousands of carps and dragons? Is it Jiuwen? Is it me, you, or my gentleman who brings the Confucian atmosphere? Or is it the ruler that holds the sky?"
Or the poor student who is destined to make contributions to the Tang Dynasty?"
Meng Zisheng frowned, but said nothing.
The old man continued: "Both are, and none are."
Meng Zisheng fell into thinking. After a long time, he saluted and said, "Disciple, I understand."
The old man smiled slightly, and then said: "Chen Daoling is not as simple as we thought, and this little guy is not as simple as we thought, because what they want to do is beyond the imagination of people, even for saints.
Not as good as. Although the Sword Sect is not as good at reasoning as we Confucians, the truths in their swords are truths that we Confucians cannot and dare not explain."
Meng Zisheng nodded and said: "Chen Daoling is indeed amazing."
The old man smiled slightly, continued to tap his knee with the book, and said, "It's a pity that there are not many such people."
Mencius said: "That little devil..."
The old man said: "We have nothing to do with it. Scholars only do knowledge."
Meng Zisheng nodded and said, "I understand."
The old man pondered for a moment and said: "Zisheng, Confucianism will be left to you from now on."
Meng Zisheng was stunned for a moment and said in confusion: "Sir, you..."
The old man raised his head slightly and said: "Your husband, although I am not as good as Chen Daoling, but how can there be no scholars in this kind of thing? Besides, the rise of Confucianism and Taoism comes at a price."
After the old man finished speaking, he was about to stand up. Meng Zisheng hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
After the old man stood up, he sighed: "Old, old, old."
Then the old man walked forward and reached the edge of the pavilion. His momentum changed completely, and then he stepped out. Under his feet, the air suddenly bloomed with ripples, and the river below exploded with water splashes.
The old man held his head high, held the book with his left hand behind his back, stepped on the air, climbed up the steps step by step, and finally went straight into the sea of clouds and disappeared completely.
Meng Zisheng said goodbye, "Have a nice journey, sir."
A generation of Confucian scholars, submerged in the sea of clouds and making no waves, is not even as good as throwing a pebble into the sea.
The entire human world will last three more years.
A little girl walked into the pavilion step by step, then stood in front of the bamboo table, looked at the empty futon opposite, and asked: "Leaving?"
Meng Zisheng turned around and bowed to the little girl, nodded and said, "I have met my uncle."
The little girl came to him, looked at the cliff over there, and asked: "Where will you go if there is no academy?"
Mencius was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "I don't dare to compete with you for glory, but I want to walk the path of this world."
The little girl frowned and said, "What about the people in the academy? Let's make a deal first, I won't take them with me."
Meng Zisheng smiled and said: "They can support themselves, otherwise all these years of reading would be in vain, and now the Tang Dynasty is in need of scholars."
The little girl sighed: "It's a pity that scholars don't study."
Meng Zisheng nodded and said, "It's a pity."
The little girl raised her hand towards the river in front of her, and the golden dragon hovering under the cliff swam this way, and then swam back and forth under the pavilion.
The little girl seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said: "Wait a little longer."
As soon as he finished speaking, those golden carps sank to the bottom of the lake and disappeared quickly.
Meng Zisheng saluted and said, "Then I will leave first."
The little girl nodded.
Meng Zisheng raised his head and glanced at the night sky again. The sea of clouds was billowing and he couldn't see anything.
Of course, it is also possible that he can see everything, otherwise how could such a handsome gentleman be so sad.
On the other side of the cliff, a young man in green clothes walked slowly down the mountain, accompanied by the breeze.