It is the end of the year, and although the weather is not very cold, the word "chill" is still worthy of the name in the morning and evening.
Although this place is considered a spiritual place from a secular perspective, many plants and trees still appear to be withering due to cold weather. In particular, some medicinal herbs have large areas of their stems and leaves above the ground that are yellow or withered.
.
If the wind blows, the yellow leaves will fly.
Exactly, the ground is covered with yellow leaves and medicinal herbs, and a stream of fresh air surrounds the thatched cottage.
The owner of Yaowang Valley, Gan Congshi, is not in a thatched cottage or a small thatched house. He has neither lived in a thatched cottage nor gone to a quiet room for a long time.
Be it daily life or practice, he moved everything under that tree.
It is a small tree that can be easily hugged by one person, but in this season, it completely highlights its difference.
Not only is there not a single leaf that has not yellowed or withered, but there is not a single leaf with even a little bit of brown and yellow mixed with it on the entire tree.
That kind of purity, that kind of transparent texture, doesn't seem to exist in reality at all, it can only exist in dreams.
No, there is nothing like this in dreams!
Xiao Lingzi said it was a spiritual tree.
But in the willing heart, this is not spirit, but holiness.
Holy tree!
Gan Congshi didn't know if it was his imagination. He had always felt that the tree could talk, and he had this feeling the first day Xiaolingzi got the tree.
In fact, he can't speak.
But when he comes near this tree, or leans under the tree, he always feels a strange feeling, and then, as long as he stays here, all kinds of thoughts and feelings come to him one after another.
About spiritual practice.
About herbs.
It was as if there was a voice whispering quietly. Often, he would hear it accidentally, but if he listened deliberately and attentively, he would not hear it.
besides.
Whenever he stays here, he will feel "dirty" on his body, as if he is dirty from head to toe, and even every pore.
This seems to be a somewhat shameful feeling.
But this is not the case.
The willing-conformity style is just a little embarrassing, but more importantly, it makes me happy and excited.
Because every time he stayed under the tree for a day, he felt that the dirt on his body disappeared a little bit. This feeling was not even faint, but very clear and obvious!
This experience of making progress and being "clean" every day is so intoxicating.
Therefore, Gan Cong Shi is completely addicted.
These days, except for necessary matters, he never leaves the valley. Most of the time every day, day or night, he stays under the tree.
In the morning, take a shower.
At noon, take a shower.
In the evening, take a bath.
After meditating, bathe, after bath, practice, after practice, bath, and after bath, sit peacefully under the tree.
Bath three times a day.
The feeling of being clean both physically and mentally, both internally and externally, makes Gan Congshi's demeanor very different these days, becoming more and more like the so-called "Holy Son". Of course, the only problem is that this Holy Son is a little older.
big.
Through training, the body resembles the shape of a crane, with clouds in the blue sky and water in a vase.
Gan Congshi was not fat, but he was not as thin as He, but his expression and temperament were becoming more and more elegant.
At this time, it was mid-morning.
The sunlight passes through the surrounding mountains and shines on the Yaowang Valley, on the sacred tree, and on Gan Congshi's body.
Under the big tree, there is a straw mat, on which Gan Cong style sits cross-legged. There is a wooden coffee table in front of his knees. There is a tea set on one side of the coffee table. This was made by Xiaolingzi during this period. Originally, it was only for his own use. Gan Cong style
It looked good, so I snatched it and asked Xiao Lingzi to make another one.
But Gan Congshi was not drinking tea at this moment, but was reading a thin booklet.
The second chapter of the Road to Qingyun!
It was delivered from Sihaimen.
Gan Congshi was confident, and he thought that he had seen through some of the truths about the author of "Qingyun Road", "Xu Tonghui", so although he also had great expectations for this second episode, he was still able to keep calm.
, and being irritable and irritable is not in line with the mentality he has cultivated these days.
So, after sending the visitor away and returning to the sacred tree, Gan Congshi even had a good time with his boxing skills, then sat down for a few times and slowly opened the booklet.
Last time we talked about Ningqi Powder, this time, it was probably that gentleman who refined the Ningqi Powder, right?
Moreover, it must be closely related to the Babel tree!
Thinking of this, Gan Congshi raised his head slightly and looked at the tree on top.
Babel tree, haha.
He admitted that the Babel Tree was good and excellent. Judging from the description in Qingyun Road, it was excellent, but his holy tree was not necessarily that bad!
This is also the Babel Tree, his Babel Tree!
But contrary to Gan Congshi's expectation, the beginning of this second chapter was not about Ning Qi San, but about Leng Qingyun's doubts about people being able to live tens of thousands of years.
It’s not surprising that a child would ask this question, because ordinary people don’t live longer than a hundred years, and even common practitioners don’t live longer than a hundred and eighty years. It’s a hurdle to live longer than two hundred, because that requires enlightenment or above.
Not to mention, thousands, tens of thousands.
Even Gan Congshi himself had never thought before that the lifespan of a cultivator was in the tens of thousands. He had never seen thousands of them, he had only heard of them!
"The earth and heaven are eternal, and the great road does not count the years."
And in the second chapter of Qingyun Road, the gentleman said this.
Seeing this, Gan Congshi was immediately at a loss.
Regarding lifespan and age, no one knows more than an old man, and he is an old man who has deeply experienced and felt the end of this life due to stagnation in spiritual practice!
That feeling is gone now.
But that experience has long been deeply imprinted in my bones, and Gan Congshi will never forget it!
During those long days, Gan Congshi sighed and regretted countless times. He regretted that he had wasted too much time in childhood, adolescence, and middle age, and had too many thoughts, too many, too many, too many, too many, too scattered.
It’s wasted in too many unknown places!
idiot!
The biggest idiot in the world!
Thanks to the family, many people inside and outside the family have always said that he is smart.
Damn your cleverness!
In fact, reason also told Gan Congshi that he had done a good job, which was considered pretty good. There are many things in this world that cannot be done well by oneself, but are subject to various influences and constraints from the outside world.
Even if he does well, simply looking at the results, he may not be much better than he is now.
Because the results are mostly the same.
That is to break through to the Earth-level Qi-entraining realm, and then remain stagnant in the Qi-entraining realm!
But reason is reason.
Reason is real, and it is also real to experience stagnation in practice and then feel the end approaching and approaching step by step, and it is more real. Therefore, it is impossible to do the willing posture without sighing, nor can it be done without regrets.
In the past, those times.
If you work harder, if you focus more.
Will the result be different?
Although it may be small, what if it happens? That possibility is always there, right? No matter how small it is, it is there!
Therefore, given another opportunity, Gan Cong Pose is actually a way of immersing yourself in practicing wholeheartedly!
As long as there is any impetuousness and impurity, he will not be able to forgive himself!
Therefore, even though Gan Congshi was deeply moved by the question of longevity in the story, he was only slightly moved and lost in thought for a while. Soon, he let go of this part and continued to look down.
And the content of this short paragraph has disappeared quickly like rain falling on the desert, leaving no trace in Yu Gan Congshi's heart.
Today, I am no longer the decrepit old man!
All sighs, all emotions.
Go take a break!
Go take a break!
You will go a hundred thousand miles away and meet again in a hundred thousand years!
My current ambition is to reach the sky.
Yes, just as the name of this storybook says, The Road to Qingyun!
I just want to walk on the blue clouds, walk on the blue clouds.