The most critical first step is to see the sea first. Only when you see the sea can you have the desire to cross the sea.
To use the words of the Taoist canon of previous lives, if you want to obtain the Tao, if you want to ask for the Tao, at least you must first hear the Tao, right? If you don’t even know what “Tao” is, then why don’t you ask for a hammer?
When Xu Guangling taught Xu Tonghui "The Road to Qingyun", the most important thing was not to teach him the secret method. Of course, the secret method could not be released in such an external "official document".
It’s also not about telling him a few “Tao poems”.
In other words, it's not just that, it's far more than that.
Through this storybook, Xu Guangling only did one thing, and that was to point to the sea and show it to Xu Tonghui.
Including telling this story to Gan Congshi now, the intention is the same.
After hearing this, Gan Congshi pondered for a long time.
The wine in the jar had been completely drained, and he drank the last sip from the cup. Gan Congshi breathed out the alcohol, and then asked Xu Guangling, one point drunk and nine points pretending to be drunk: "Xiao Lingzi, that 'Ningqi Powder'"
, really exists?”
As a pharmacist, or an indigenous medicine king, it doesn’t seem strange to ask this question first.
Xu Guangling smiled slightly, and then said: "Really, it exists."
This is the same thing as the "Wanfa Sutra". Whether they exist or not depends entirely on Xu Guangling's will. If he wants to have it, there will be it.
So at this time, when he says "really" and he says "existence", that means true existence.
Gan Cong Shi's heart froze.
He couldn't believe it was true, let alone doubt it was false. This was probably what he was thinking now.
And when Xu Guangling confirmed it again, the description of Ningqi Powder in the story just now appeared in Gan Congshi's mind word for word.
"No matter how bad your roots are, no matter how poor your understanding is, no matter how lazy your practice is, as long as you take this Qi Condensing Powder, you will be able to achieve great success in condensing Qi within ten years, and then break into the Tongmai."
"And if you have a good foundation, good understanding, and good practice, you can expect to have unblocked channels within three years."
That decade and so on were completely ignored by Gan Congshi.
There was only one sentence swirling in his mind like a gust of wind.
Within three years, it is expected that the pulse will be unblocked!
How many years did it take for Gan Cong Shi to advance from Ning Qi to Tongmai?
Twenty-eight years!
Just a little bit, it’s thirty years.
It's a full ten times difference from three years.
And this is just the beginning of cultivation, the lowest level among the three major levels: human level, earth level, and heaven level.
That kind of shock, that kind of confusion, that kind of loss, that kind of vicissitudes of life cannot be understood by those who are not involved in it.
And all these eventually turned into a kind of utter sadness.
Gan Congshi looked at Xu Guangling. In a daze, he saw that the figure sitting across from him was so close, but it seemed to be far away on the other side of the sea, far away in the sky.
What he saw before his eyes seemed to be just a shadow.
He had already been severely shocked when he read the Mu Pan Sutra before. After reviewing the past night, he thought he had completely calmed down, but he never expected to hear such a story again.
You did it on purpose, right?
But at this moment, Gan Congshi had completely lost the intention to complain about this aspect.
After being stunned for a while, he just continued to ask with a desolate tone and demeanor: "The Babel Tree also exists?"
"exist."
Xu Guangling said.
In the description of the Sky Mirror, there is such a thing.
Of course, it's not called "Babel Tree".
But the name is actually the same, just like he was called Xu Guangling in his previous life, and also called Xu Zhuoyan, in this life he was called Zhuang Mingtang, and now he is called Xu Guangling.
Xu Guangling is him.
Xu Zhuoyan is also him.
Zhuang Mingtang is still him.
In the future, he is destined to have more names.
There are always only two initial coordinates, Xu Guangling, from the parents who gave birth to him, and Xu Zhuoyan, from the teacher who preached.
When he used the name Xu Guangling, his parents were in his heart.
When he thought of the name Xu Zhuoyan, the teacher was in his heart.
"That... sir, also exists?" After another long pause, Gan Congshi continued to ask.
That gentleman does not exist.
This person was originally a fictional character created by Xu Guangling, but it is both a fiction and not a fiction. His image combines both Mr. Zhang and Mr. Chen, as well as Xu Guangling himself.
.
In other words, this is the image of a "Taoist" that Xu Guangling envisioned.
Just like when he wrote "Shao Zhuo Qi Hua" and "Lan Ke", he then described a kind of realm of life that he desired.
Laozi described his image of a Taoist in the Tao Te Ching:
"The subtle mysticism is so profound that it cannot be discerned. The Yu Xi is like a winter wading through the river,..."
"Know the male, guard the female. Know the white, guard the black."
"Know the world without leaving home. See the way of heaven without peeking into the window."
And so on.
And here at Xu Guangling, that gentleman is one of the images.
When writing the storybook, Xu Guangling was casual, like scribbling, but when writing about the gentleman, Xu Guangling was solemn and solemn. Of course, it was more serious than light, because it was originally based on him and
them.
When the teacher is there, when Mr. Chen is there, when he is there too.
Mr. Zhang’s “teaching”, Mr. Chen’s “generousness”, and his current “highness”. Combining the characteristics of the three of them, they are the “sir”.
So at this time, facing another question from Gan Congshi, Xu Guangling also did not hesitate, nodded directly, and then said: "It exists."
Gan Congshi also nodded.
He thinks he understands.
Why is this little guy in front of me like this, why is he only in his early ten years, why has he not officially started practicing, why is he just a little kid, just...
All of this should be due to that "Mr."
Unexpectedly, there are such people in the world.
This thought flashed through Gan Congshi's mind, but it only passed by in a flash. He was not qualified to make any comments about such a person who existed outside the clouds and the sky.
Gan Congshi even felt that he was not even qualified to look up to her.
Because the gap is too far.
And the gap seems not that far...
In your eyes, there is a reflection of the world.
Gan Congshi looked at the opposite side, and in the eyes of the little figure opposite, he saw an image that was both familiar and unfamiliar, a bit old, a bit confused, a bit sad, and a bit seemingly hidden excitement.
He would have no chance to meet someone like "Mr."
Not to mention now, even if we go back one hundred and eighty years ago, he would still not have a chance.
But Xiaolingzi...
If it weren't for the fear of being stupid, Gan Congshi would even want to giggle a little as his mind turned around.
Shaking his head, he shook his head vigorously. Gan Congshi tried his best to put the "hundreds and millions of orifices of the human body" and "sir" out of his consciousness. He tried his best not to think about those things. He even thought about a certain meaning.
God has forgotten those things.
With this shake of the head, all the confusion and sadness were shaken away.
The willing mind completely turns to Qingming, just like the dawn that has arrived, both clear and bright.
"Xiao Lingzi, can I take you as my teacher?" Gan Congshi smiled drunkenly.
Yes, after the Qingming Festival, he got drunk again, and it seemed that he was even more drunk than before.