It was a slightly cool night, and a group of students drank so much that they staggered on their feet. They didn't know who took the lead in singing a song, so they sang all the way.
Zhan Changfeng didn't drink much, and chatted with Yu Shengzhui behind the team. Fan Siyuan listened for a few times, talking about humanities, geography, and Taoist thought. They jumped on the same topic in two or three sentences, and there was nothing to listen to.
"Hiccup, you guys have to take me home when I fall down." Fan Siyuan hiccupped, and after saying a few words in confusion, he went to grab the wine bottle and sing with others.
Yu Sheng shook his head and laughed, and continued to talk to Zhan Changfeng, "I am not the kind of pure practitioner who is born with no desires and desires. I always think about what I can do to the world, but I don't understand what you are asking for."
"How to say?"
"It's hard to describe. Judging from your way of life, you seem like a bystander, but after talking to you for a while, I realize that you may be a person of the world."
"There is no difference between living in and out of the world." Zhan Changfeng thought about it and said, "I once asked a master where he went, and he said it was just an inch away."
"Where is it just an inch away?" Zhan Changfeng looked at Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng was touched and sighed, "This is also the human world."
"That's what he answered me too." Zhan Changfeng raised the corners of his mouth, "It's funny to say that at first I thought that Zangyun Stream was full of mountains, and the monks here lived like the Taoist priests and monks in the Shenzhou Taoist Temple, living in isolation from the world.
Life in isolation is nothing but a waste of time. Only when I came here did I realize that this is a higher-level human world, but the pursuit of fame and wealth has been replaced by the pursuit of a wealthy couple."
Yu Sheng, "If there is a need, there will be a struggle. If there is a struggle, you will always be in this world. Sometimes even if you don't want anything, you will be dragged into the vortex of struggle. This is the ascetic."
"Cultivating Taoism and cultivating Taoism are among these five elements before you achieve Taoism. For me, the only purpose of cultivating Taoism is to make me feel more comfortable."
"Feeling more comfortable?"
"Probably gives me the ability to get everything I want."
Yu Sheng joked, "Others fight for everything and say it's for the 'Tao'. How did they get to you? The 'Tao' is for you to get everything conveniently?"
"Maybe my 'everything' is my 'Tao'."
Yu Sheng thought for a while and said, "Your idea is very interesting."
"I don't know what your philosophy of Taoism is, but in my opinion, 'Tao' cannot be cultivated in the future, nor can it be cultivated through meditation and practice."
The field path winds into the distance, and the rice seedlings planted in early spring have already grown into ears of rice. When the evening wind blows, the rice waves rise and fall, occasionally accompanied by the croaking and singing of frogs.
At this time, Zhan Changfeng's voice seemed particularly clear. In her ears, it was low and meaningful, "I am more inclined to believe that I have always been in the 'Tao'. Everything I do, think, and think is for the sake of erasure."
Get rid of the dust and let me see clearly what kind of 'Tao' I am in."
"Do you think everyone's 'Tao' is a given?"
"No." Zhan Changfeng casually broke off an ear of rice and held it in his hand, "What do you think this ear of rice will look like after three breaths?"
Yu Sheng looked at her hand and shook his head, "I'm not sure. If I say it's fine, you might crush it. If I say it's broken, you might make it whole again."
After saying that, Yu Sheng smiled and said, "What you mean is that your will determines what kind of 'Tao' it is, and your words and deeds determine what kind of 'Tao' it will show in the end."
"almost."
This is a very profound topic, so there was a long silence after it ended.
Fan Siyuan was indeed drunk, and Yu Sheng and Zhan Changfeng took her home. Zhan Changfeng told Fan Zhili about the suspension of rent.
"I can't drink so much. Thank you. I'll take you out. Be careful on the way."
Fan Zhili lit a lantern and said, "Lu Hei, take this."
Zhan Changfeng took it and said, "By the way, village chief, has anyone had any trouble in the past two days?"
Fan Zhili pondered for a moment, "Since the three agents from the Si Xun Mansion came to see us, nothing happened. You guys are also fine. Maybe you have calmed down."
"Yeah."
After leaving the village chief's house, Yu Sheng asked suspiciously, "Is there something wrong?"
Zhan Changfeng glanced at her and told the truth, "I think Xiao Shaobai has a kind of evil spirit in him, but he doesn't usually show it. I only noticed it today."
"Do you think he's involved in the cannibalism case?"
"I'm not sure yet, but even if it has nothing to do with it, he should have been exposed to some evil spirits or evil spells. His power has grown too fast, and his aura doesn't feel good to me."
"It's hard to say that there is no evidence. Maybe we can find an excuse to make the militia group pay attention."
"That's all we can do now."
Yu Sheng looked at the road, "Why, you still want to send me back to Qingbai Mountain?"
"Who asked the village chief to only give him a lantern?"
As expected, Zhan Changfeng sent her to the small courtyard on Qingbai Mountain, "If you go to Hengdu, will you take the flowers and plants you raised with you?"
"Since you have raised them, you should take good care of them." Yu Sheng chuckled, "Can't you keep your orchids alive?"
"I promised to give it to you. I'll bring it over tomorrow." Zhan Changfeng found a home for Lanhua and then left.
But instead of going down the mountain, she went to the foot of a bare mountain wall, which was exactly where Mr. Yao Yu taught.
At this time, there was no one around, and the rugged rocks cast heavy shadows against the moonlight.
Time passes little by little, and in the blink of an eye, it’s time to watch again.
Footsteps sounded in the forest, "What are you doing here?"
"Come to the lecture at midnight as agreed."
Mr. Yao Yu asked, "When did I make an agreement with you?"
"When I asked my husband what 'meaning' was, he laughed three times and left." Zhan Changfeng was respectful but not humble, "I can wait for you at this time, so I guess I won't have the wrong meaning."
She paused, "It doesn't matter if Mr. Yao Yu doesn't teach me. After all, there is a difference between day and night."
After confirming the quota in the outer hospital, Mr. Yao Yu took her to have her bones measured again as agreed with the examiner Yuan Qiao, but the result did not change.
The bones are actually very important. There is a saying that has always been passed down in Taoist schools: Those who have no bones will not be passed down.
Mr. Yao Yu sneered when he heard this, "Don't you have confidence in your understanding?"
He walked to the hut and said, "Come in and meet the founder of Dharma Lineage first."
There is a stone tablet half a man's height in the hut, which reads: Wu Xin.
"My dharma lineage, named Wu Xin, has been passed down for seven hundred and twenty generations. Because it is so difficult to learn, it is basically a single pass for each generation. I usually leak some information to the children in social studies to test whether they are suitable.
"
Mr. Yao Yu took out three incense sticks and lit them, bowed three times to the stone tablet, inserted it, and continued, "Wuxin has declined. Although I am a disciple of his lineage, I have only learned part of it. According to the teacher's rules, I am not qualified to accept apprentices. I
I don’t think you will worship me as a teacher. This time you burn three sticks of incense for the ancestor, write down a name on the dharma lineage, and I will teach you a technique in the name of senior brother. How your fortune will be from now on depends entirely on you."
He cut out a piece of yellow paper and handed it to Zhan Changfeng along with the cinnabar pen, letting her make her decision.
When Zhan Changfeng heard "Yi", he realized that what he was going to teach was not as simple as a spell, so he came to listen to the class. There was nothing to hesitate at this time.
He wrote his name on the yellow paper and gave it to Mr. Yao Yu. Mr. Yao Yu held the yellow paper between his fingers and recited the sacrificial song to convey the meaning to the Dharma. He then lit the yellow paper, took three incense sticks and passed them to Zhan Changfeng.
Sect rules, "Because you are just registering your name, the sect rules are not restrictive. You only need to do three things. First, you cannot pass on the skills I taught you for the rest of your life. Second, on this day every year, set up an unintentional monument to inform your ancestors of your wishes. Third,
, Do not think of yourself as an unintentional disciple outside."