There is a truth like nonsense in the world: if there is, there is, and if there is not, there is not. In the secular world, the standard of whether there is something is very simple: visible things such as mountains exist, audible things such as sounds also exist, and touching things also exist.
Visible things such as fire also exist, but if you can't see, hear or touch them, then naturally they don't exist.
This standard does not apply to the world of practice. The breath or vitality that permeates the world, and the thought power that vibrates through the sea of sea and snowy mountains and causes the vitality to vibrate cannot be perceived by ordinary people. They cannot see or hear it.
The breath of heaven and earth and the mind power of practitioners cannot be touched, but it does not mean that such things do not exist.
The first state, also known as the first awareness, refers to the practitioner's mind released from the sea of Qi and the snow-capped mountains, and the existence of the breath of heaven and earth. Perception refers to the practitioner's first awareness of the breath of heaven and earth, and can still live in harmony with it, and even have some feelings.
Through communication and contact, these two initial realms are collectively called the virtual realm.
Whether an ordinary person can embark on the path of spiritual practice can be judged in the simplest way based on the above discussion: if he can see, hear or touch the breath or thoughts of heaven and earth, then he is really on the path.
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Ning Que stared at his slightly trembling fingers, at the thin gap between the fingertips and the wet towel, at the steaming heat, and knew that what he felt was not the heat, but something else.
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It is not accurate to describe this feeling as touching, it is more like a kind of perception.
There is a spirit in the human brain, and the spirit produces thoughts, thoughts are thoughts, and the power of thoughts is to think, think, think, think, want to be with you... Some kind of mysterious power generated by something like this is the power of thought.
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Ning Que was seriously injured at this time and was exhausted. There was no distracting thoughts in his mind. There was only one thought. He wanted to pick up the steaming wet towel and wipe his body properly.
It seemed that the breaths circulating between heaven and earth finally understood his thoughts this time and felt the power of his thoughts. They penetrated from the eaves, from the cracks in the windows, from the quilts, from every drop of sweat, and transcended.
"Speed" that was almost in the category of speed gathered in front of his finger and fell on the wet and hot towel.
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There was a deathly silence in the room. Ning Que looked at his fingers like the famous nymphomaniac girl from Yuelun Kingdom. He didn't dare to breathe or blink. He used all his strength to ensure that his trembling fingers did not shake into afterimages.
He maintained this posture with unprecedented caution, like a frozen quail.
After a long time, he raised his eyebrows extremely slowly, tilted his head slightly as if in slow motion, looked at his fingertips in confusion, then slowly closed his eyes, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and began
meditation.
Many years ago, he got the copy of Taishang's Sensation Chapter at Kaiping Market. From then on, Ning Que meditated all the time. He meditated before going to bed. After getting up, he looked at the morning sun and meditated in a daze. He won three bowls of rice wine in a bet and never forgot it even when he was happy.
Meditation, soaked in blood, jumped into Subik Lake and meditated. Although sadly I have never felt the vitality flowing between heaven and earth, my proficiency in entering the meditative state is definitely the best in the world.
All thoughts are empty.
Stay true to your heart.
Run with your will.
Ning Que, who has been in this world for sixteen long years, has been blocked by the sea of qi and snowy mountains in his body, and whose hope has been destroyed countless times, finally heard or felt the long and calm breathing for the first time, which was the breath of heaven and earth.
He dared to swear on the reputation of his mother who loved him the most in the general's palace. Although this long and calm breathing was slight, it was definitely the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. It was more beautiful than the sound of the horse thief falling off his mount in Subi Lake, and more beautiful than Zhang Yiqi's glare.
The sound of the eyes struggling and flicking is more beautiful, even more beautiful than the sound of the silver particles in the money bag.
Between the long and calm breaths, there are green and long breaths that come from ancient times and will surely move into the future. What the fingers touch is not a physical object but can confirm its real existence. The doors and windows of the room are closed, but there are gentle wind-like waves slowly lingering around him.
Around the body, no, this kind of fluctuation is more serious than the wind, more like the gentleness of the clear water of a quiet pool, but lighter than the water.
After finally confirming what he had sensed, he could no longer suppress the emotions welling up from deep inside his heart. He woke up and looked at the scroll he had written on the wall of the room and the simple pattern of beams and columns. His eyes were filled with excitement and excitement.
There was an extremely complicated emotion. He felt that although the doors and windows in front of him were closed, he seemed to be able to see the gray wall and the row of green trees in Alley 47. He knew that the world in front of him seemed different from the previous world.
There is no difference, but after today, the world for him, Ning Que... will definitely be different.
Stretching out his still slightly trembling fingers, he pointed at the bean-like candlelight on the table. Ning Que slowly inhaled, urging his mind to enter the Qi Sea and Snow Mountain. After a long, long time, Ning Que slowly
Release it.
The candlelight on the table was shaking uneasily. I don't know if it was the wind, his fingers, or his mind.
"Is this... the vitality of heaven and earth?"
He looked at his fingertips and didn't see anything, but he could feel that there was an extremely thin layer of existence there. He murmured to himself, and then added in a deep voice: "This is the vitality of heaven and earth!"
The young and immature face is full of determination and determination, without any wavering or self-doubt.
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He didn't care to grab a single piece of clothing and put it on his body. He didn't put his shoes on upside down because he didn't have any shoes on. Ning Que jumped out of bed suddenly. His legs went weak and he almost fell. He held on and ran outside the house, knocking him over.
There was a bucket beside the bed, and his waist was hit hard by the edge of the table. However, the boy who was about to faint from the huge feeling of happiness felt no pain at all.
Pushing open the door of the room, he rushed into the small courtyard and stood in front of Sangsang who was chopping firewood. He looked at the little maid with a stooped body and opened his mouth to say something, but found that his voice was a little hoarse.
I'm almost speechless.
Sangsang glanced at him doubtfully and found that the expression on his face was extremely strange, as if he was crying and laughing at the same time.
"Master, are you okay?"
She stood up and raised her arms on her tiptoes as usual. She wanted to know if Ning Que had been covered with fever and had become unconscious. However, she found that she could actually touch the top of his head when she tiptoed, and she couldn't help laughing happily.
Ning Que stretched out his right hand to grab her thin arm, pulled her small body into his arms, held her in his naked chest, just like he did many years ago, and murmured: "You are alive and well,
I'm...well now."
After Chai Dao saw blood and fled Chang'an City, he didn't cry for many years, and he still didn't shed tears today, but for some reason, he felt that his eyes were a little moist and hot, and his nose was a little sour.
Sang Sang raised her head with difficulty, and was startled when she saw the faint wetness in Ning Que's eyes. Then she guessed something, her little face was full of shock, and two lines of tears fell from the willow leaves.
Tears flowed from his eyes.
Being speechless and choking is definitely not enough to express the emotions of the master and servant at this moment.
Sang Sang opened her slender arms, hugged Ning Que's waist with force, and cried loudly in pain: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...This is a happy event, young master. You should eat more pieces of duck meat tonight."
After the hug ended, the two separated some distance. Ning Que lowered his head and looked at the tears on the little maid's dark face. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Sang Sang immediately understood what he meant, lowered her head in shame, raised her sleeves to wipe away her tears, and while sobbing, said in a low voice: "I... I'm going to order a takeaway from Songhelou. The banquet costs six taels of silver."
"That's pretty much it." Ning Que rubbed her head lovingly.
Sangsang went into the house, opened the box, took out the silver, and hurried to the shop. Suddenly, he thought of something. He slowly stopped in front of the door, turned back to look at him, bit his lip, and said seriously: "
Master, if you go out to do such dangerous things in the future, be sure to remember to take me with you, I won't feel comfortable waiting for you in the shop."
Ning Que looked at her quietly, then nodded vigorously and said, "Don't worry, this kind of thing will never happen again. At least within this year, I won't do anything again. You don't have to worry."
The door of Laobi Zhai shop was closed early.
The small wooden sign hanging on the bunk originally said that the owner has something to do, but Sangsang changed it to "the owner has something to do" in the shortest possible time.
Since it was a happy event, drinking wine was indispensable. The master and servant ate at Songhelou's table for six taels of silver and drank two large bottles of wine. They didn't know whether it was because they were too happy or because they felt sorry for the meal.
With so much money and a surprising amount of alcohol, Sang Sang, who had never been drunk before, was extremely drunk today.
Ning Que looked at the drunk little maid lying on the table and scratched his head in surprise, thinking to himself, why did you get drunk before I was drunk?
Ning Que took Sang Sang back to the room and covered her with a single quilt. Ning Que sat by the bed and took a round cattail fan to fan her and at the same time drive away those annoying mosquitoes. Sang Sang had been serving him all these years, and he
I rarely do these things anymore, but after all, I have done them too many times as a child, so I am very skilled in the movements.
The huge sense of happiness and excitement gradually calmed down while the round cattail fan shook. He began to think silently about what happened to him, and his eyes subconsciously fell on the big black umbrella next to Sangsang's little face.