Xu Yishan was in a trance, and in his trance, Xu Tonghui's voice came slowly:
"The journey along the great road is like the sun and the moon."
On the first day Leng Qingyun entered the clan school, the teacher who taught them used a small stick as thick as a snow-white little finger to write these eight characters on a flat black board that occupied a small part of the wall.
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In this way, Xu Yishan, a powerful man on earth, began a fantasy journey.
This is...a storybook?
From the moment he heard the first sentence, Xu Yishan was forcibly pulled back from his trance, and also pulled back from some conjectures about the saint. His mind was firmly nailed to the content of the script.
Storybook, a thing created by Juxing Tower in Sihaimen.
In fact, this is also found in Dongnanzhou and Kyoto. It is not the original creation of Juxing Tower. It should be said that Juxing Tower is following the practices of other places.
But in this county town, Juxing Tower is indeed the only one.
Xu Yishan has also read a lot of storybooks.
After all, it is something created by practitioners.
As a high-level cultivator, in fact, he would be willing to get in touch with anything related to cultivation, especially the Earth-level Dacheng, after the cultivation has been stagnant for a long time.
Initially, he even considered the script as a possible means of breakthrough.
It is true that most of the people who wrote the script are low-level cultivators. Their level and level, all put together, are not enough to be pinched by Xu Yishan's little finger.
But the reason why Huaben is Huaben lies in its balance between fiction and reality.
Needless to say, in Xu Yishan's case, all the "truth" in those story books are garbage and not worth reading.
But those "fictitious" ones include random fabrications and whimsical ones.
When a low-level cultivator breaks through the shackles of reality and starts to have wild imaginations...
To Xu Yishan, most of the things he came up with were still garbage.
However, there is still a little bit, a little bit, which can sometimes give him some different inspirations and make his eyes light up, "Well, can this still be like this? Yes, you can try it."
These inspirations are also very sporadic, and they are all small inspirations. Seriously speaking, they are insignificant.
But Xu Yishan still enjoys it.
Besides practicing, you should always find some leisure time.
This act of picking up shells on the sand stall is a small pleasure.
Yes, a small pleasure.
The waves kept coming and going, and occasionally, a few shells were left on the beach.
Pick it up casually and take a look.
Most of these shells are similar and few are novel.
But this does not prevent you from picking up new shells when they are picked up by the waves. What if there are some novel ones?
This is Xu Yishan’s overall impression of things like “huaben”.
Yes, the storybooks in the storybook exhibition hall of Juxing Tower have a regular reader, the county governor Xu Yishan.
If only the authors had known this.
No, even letting Sihaimen know about it would be enough to make them proud for a long time.
Xu Yishan!
Damn it to Annan!
But, of course, they don't know.
What's good at the top will be bad at the bottom. Xu Yishan doesn't want his little hobby to go bad and be made boring by those people with ulterior motives.
Therefore, from beginning to end, his hobby was just a hobby and was not known to the outside world.
At this moment, this "old reader" is, for the first time in his life, not reading but listening to a storybook in a rather special way.
In completely unexpected circumstances.
What he never expected was that this time, he was not picking up shells at the beach.
Instead, without any mental preparation, he was suddenly swept into the mighty sea by the rising waves.
"The journey along the great road is like the sun and the moon."
These eight short words, these eight words at the beginning of the storybook.
To his ears, it was like being in Dongshan, the spiritual place where he practiced, strolling at the foot of the mountain at dusk.
The sun gradually sets in the west, and the tired birds return one after another.
And in the midst of the silence, suddenly, a huge bell rang.
It rings in my ears, in my heart, and in the mountains far away.
Xu Yishan's expression became very solemn and his attitude became very serious. He even seemed to have turned into one of those elementary school children in the storybook, listening carefully to every word that came out of Xu Tonghui's mouth!
"You are a child and I am an adult." The husband said, "I am 'taller' than you, which is a kind of bigness."
"Small ones hold less, big ones hold more, 'more', this is also a kind of bigness."
Hearing this, Xu Yishan was so shocked that he was simply inexplicable.
Is this a storybook?
This is actually a storybook?
The way of spiritual practice is to be pragmatic and approach the distance, from the near to the far, step by step, and move forward resolutely.
Those who are stupid tend to be ambitious and vain. Those who are small and condensed often reach the heavenly level or the saint, and even the earthly level are often ignored.
In the storybook.
There is more than one storybook.
Xu Yishan often saw, "You are a small person on earth, but you dare to be rude in front of my heavenly person? Back off!"
Although he knew this was just a story, Xu Yishan couldn't help but shake his head every time he saw this scene. Small ground steps?
Just based on this tone of voice and the mentality revealed in it, it is destined that such a cultivator will have no future.
Don't talk about yourself being promoted to the earth level.
That's not true.
Even at the human level, it is impossible to do well in a down-to-earth manner!
People who look down on the "small" will never be able to move toward the "big".
Back then, at the beginning of his apprenticeship, his master, like the gentleman in this storybook, gave him a lesson.
The state capital, Master’s home.
The master stretched out his hand and pressed it gently, and a huge rockery broke into pieces in front of his eyes, and the pieces were all the size of a finger.
"Yishan, please count how many fragments there are in total." Master said.
For almost a whole month after that, Xu Yishan was doing this.
Pull the pieces together and count them one by one.
Counting until my back hurts and my hands feel numb.
Count until the sky is dark and the earth is dark and your eyes are dazzled.
Thirty-seven days!
After counting a total of thirty-seven days, three days short of a full month!
Xu Yishan will remember this incident clearly throughout his life, remembering almost every detail at that time, including all the changes in his thoughts during those thirty-seven days.
From the novelty and excitement at the beginning, to quickly getting bored and complaining, to numbness and just wanting to complete it as soon as possible, to finally completing it.
When he finally finished pulling out the last piece.
When he stood up, he looked at the nothing in front of him, and then looked at the huge thing behind him.
At this time, his master appeared.
Caressing his head.
"Yishan, keep an eye on it."
In the eyes of little Xu Yishan, the fragments that had been scratched and pulled by his own hands were in place, piece by piece, slowly being reassembled.
From broken to whole.
Really slowly.
Xu Yishan can clearly see the combination of every piece!
Slowly, the base is formed; slowly, the base grows from small to large; slowly, piece after piece of small gravel is constantly fused to the base.
Xu Yishan's small hand held Master's big hand.
The small figure leans next to the big figure, growing from long to short, and then from short to long.
A complete new rockery was formed bit by bit under Xu Yishan's watchful eyes.
Finally, on the side of the rockery facing them, two words were formed from gravel, "Yishan".
"Yishan, from now on, the name of this rockery will be 'Yishan'. It is your mountain. It is temporarily stored here as my master. When you achieve the heavenly level in the future, you can take it back to your own place."
That's a long time...
It was a long time ago.
But it always seems like it happened yesterday.
The master's teachings have always been remembered in Xu Yishan's heart.
As his cultivation level continued to change, the content of the original lesson also continued to change in his heart.
From condensing Qi to unblocking meridians, it's a different story.
From unblocking the meridians to opening the orifices, it’s a different story.
Stepping from the human steps to the ground steps, it looks different.
A new look.
But no matter how new it is, the image of him squatting on the ground, pulling small stones one by one, has never changed.