In the spine, from top to bottom, some places are cold and some are hot.
As the saying goes, half is sea water and half is fire.
The entire body was in pain, accompanied by numbness and spasm, so that Xu Guangling's hands or legs would shake out of nowhere and involuntarily from time to time.
Xu Guangling turned a blind eye to all of this.
The pain in his body that would be unbearable for ordinary people even for a moment, to him, was like a gentle breeze blowing across his face.
It's not that perception is blocked, but for two reasons.
One is that in the past life, I experienced an itch that was more unbearable than the pain, a strange itch that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
The second is the reasons of heart and consciousness.
Whether it is ignorance or fear, these will amplify the pain in the body without limit, but for Xu Guangling, none of these emotions exist, and therefore, he can quietly feel the pain in his body with indifference.
This kind of pain.
Just experience.
That's all.
How can this mere pain in the body offset and cover up the great joy that bursts out from the depths of the body and mind due to the overwhelming harvest?
body.
Sit quietly, leaning slightly against the tree.
Heart.
The mind and consciousness are all condensed, and they seem to be in the dark but not in the dark.
But Xu Guangling's "life" is flying, flying over the endless wilderness.
There was a high blue sky there, there were flowers and grass all over the mountains and plains, and there were butterflies and bees that took care of themselves there, and at this moment, he was mixed among those butterflies and bees, becoming one of them.
Not an eleven-year-old boy.
Not an ordinary person whose body is on the verge of collapse.
Not bulk.
Not a great master.
…
None of these and so on.
At this time, he is just a life created by nature. It makes no difference whether he is a grass or a flower, a butterfly or a bee.
It doesn't affect him to feel, enjoy, and be intoxicated by nature.
Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear.
God will take pity on the quiet grass, and the world will be clear again at night.
It also added high pavilions and small windows.
After the bird's nest is dry, its body becomes lighter when it returns.
Like a butterfly, like a bee, like a bird, flying, flying in creation, also flying in this little poem by Li Yishan, Xu Guangling sat under the tree and slept all night in this gentleness.
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The following days were spent like this.
Xu Guangling did not light a fourth incense stick, but he also did not instruct Xu Tonghui to prepare new potions or incense sticks to help his body.
He just looked calmly at the bloody battle between the power of death and the power of life inside his body.
The power of death was far greater than the power of life. Except for the core of the spine, the entire body collapsed.
After the power of death completely occupied the limbs, organs, and qi and blood, it did not stop there, but continued to destroy the occupied areas.
Once this kind of destruction is allowed to proceed, the body will become completely necrotic except for the spine.
Of course, the power of life does not allow this kind of behavior to spread and wreak havoc. In addition to guarding the spine and the last resistance position of life, it sprinkles the insignificant vitality to the whole body like sprinkling water with great difficulty.
That can't be called a rescue at all, let alone a battle.
That means trying your best to maintain the final bottom line.
Under such circumstances, Xu Guangling entered into ineditation.
Take the initiative, but also be forced.
Even the Shiquan Dabu Decoction they had been eating before, which truly nourished the body in an all-round way without placing any unnecessary burden on the body, was completely unsuitable for this body at this time.
The internal organs have completely lost their ability to digest and transform.
Any nourishment that enters the body will only help the power of death, but will not help the power of life at all.
Under such circumstances, his body quickly lost weight.
The exposed skin has also become extremely wrinkled, and underneath the skin, it is even more obviously dull and dark, which is countless times worse than those of the elderly.
With the attendant at his side, Xu Tonghui's nose could even smell the rotten and foul smell coming from Xu Guangling's body.
And this breath is getting worse day by day.
Apart from being extremely worried, Xu Tonghui also really couldn't figure out what happened to the young master.
Xu Guangling was intoxicated by the spring breeze.
His body is wailing.
His life is smiling.
The physical situation is indeed difficult.
It's really hard.
But the fire of life keeps swaying.
Man and heaven and earth, or in other words, man and nature, in this extremely critical situation, joined hands to resist and persevere to the death.
When there is no way to retreat, then it is probably true that there is no retreat until death.
Because even if you just take one step back, you will die.
Xu Guangling watched quietly.
Not him.
But it.
It's this body.
In this desperate situation, even if it is really desperate, they are still fighting bloody battles.
There is retreat, but never to the end.
Even if the positions fell piece by piece, the periphery fell, the main body fell, the center fell, the operation fell... the core, the last small position, was still holding on.
It can only be captured, but there is no way to give up.
There is only death, no abandonment.
This is life.
This is creation.
This is also what life and nature showed Xu Guangling on the edge of life and death.
Xu Guangling was not moved, but just took it for granted. If it were not like this, how would we talk about "life" and "good fortune"?
This is not transcendence.
This is just "original".
Be it life or creation, this is how it is originally!
It should be like this!
In the past, he had some knowledge of this, but at that time, it was half inference, half self-encouragement, and only a small amount was discovery.
But now, there is no inference, no self-encouragement.
There is no interference from "him" at all.
Life and creation were clearly shown to him and presented to him.
Let him see it.
See directly, completely, thoroughly.
While showing and presenting all this, they seemed to be asking him: "Did you see it?"
Yes, I saw it.
Xu Guangling said silently.
Say it to yourself.
Speak to life.
Speak to creation.
Then, smile.
A smile that lasts until death.
Life and creation are just like this, and this kind of originality is worthy of giving everything to change, improve, and move forward.
He, it, it.
He, life, creation.
From today on, they stand together. No force can separate them, no matter what.
You stick to the bottom line, and I'll break the upper limit.
Let's create that future together.
This is the Trinity, and this is the "Great Way".
From today on, the old way goes away and a new way is established.
The old way is my way.
The new way is both my way and the way of heaven. Humans and heaven are essentially the same, and humans and heaven have never been divided.
"Hold your hand and walk with me."
"But if there is still one breath left, we will not be divided."
Another evening, Xu Guangling sat under a tree and said this in his heart.
This is a very ancient love story that never fades.