Nightfall

There is a truth like nonsense in the world: if there is, there is no. In the secular world, there is a simple standard: there are things that can be seen like mountains, there are also things that can be heard like sound, and there are things that can be touched like fire, but if you ca n’t see it If you ca n’t see it, you ca n’t touch it.

This standard does not apply to the world of spiritual practice. Those breaths or vital energy pervading the heavens and the earth, and those thoughts that cause the vibration of the vitality through the soft play of the Qihai Snow Mountain cannot be perceived by ordinary people. They cannot see or hear. The breath of heaven and earth and the mindfulness of practitioners cannot be reached, but this does not mean that such things do not exist.

The first realm, also known as the first acquaintance, refers to the practice of the practitioner's intention to extricate himself from the sea and snow mountains, and to realize the existence of the breath of heaven and earth. Perception means that after the practitioners first understand the breath of heaven and earth, they can still live in harmony with it, and even make some sensory communication contacts. These two initial realms are collectively called the virtual realm.

Whether an ordinary person can embark on the path of spiritual practice, the simplest judgment can be made through the above discussion: if he can see hearing or touching the breath or idea of ​​the world, then he is really already on the road Too.

Ning Que stared at his slightly trembling fingers, looking at the thin gap between the fingertips and the wet towel, and looking at the steaming heat, knowing that he was not feeling these heats, but something else .

This feeling is not accurate when it comes to touch, it is more like a perception.

There is a spirit in the human brain, the mind produces ideas, the ideas are thoughts, and the mindfulness is to think about, think about, and want to be with you ... Some kind of mysterious power produced by such looks, that is, the power of thought .

Ning Que was seriously injured and exhausted, and there was no distractions in his mind. There was only one idea. He wanted to pick up the steaming wet towel and wipe his body well.

It seemed that the breath that was circulating between heaven and earth, this time finally understood his thoughts, and felt the power of his thoughts, from the eaves, from the cracks in the windows, from the quilt, from every drop of sweat, to exceed The "speed" in the speed category converged in front of his fingers and landed on the wet towel.

The silent silence in the room, Ning Que looked at his fingers like the famous **** girl of Yuelun Kingdom, dared not breathe, dared not blink, exhausted all his energy to ensure that the trembling fingers did not shake into the afterimage, He maintained this posture with unprecedented care, like a frozen quail.

After a long time, he raised his eyebrows extremely slowly, slightly turned his head in slow motion, looked at his fingertips in anxiety, then slowly closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing the excitement of his heart, began meditation.

I got that Taishang induction article in Kaiping market many years ago. Since then, Ning Que has been meditating all the time. I meditate before going to bed and watch the Chaoyang daze meditation after getting up. I have won three bowls of rice wine. Meditation, immersed in blood after jumping into Subi Lake, and meditating, although sadly never felt the energy flowing between heaven and earth, but the degree of sophistication into the state of meditation is definitely the best in the world.

All thoughts are empty.

Stay true to your heart.

Youyi Chixing.

After sixteen years in this world, the air, snow and snow in the body have no knowledge, and Ning Que, who has been destroyed by countless times of hope, finally heard or felt the long and quiet breath for the first time, that is the breath of heaven and earth.

He dared to swear by the reputation of his mother who loved him most in the general ’s palace. Although this long and quiet breathing sound was slight, it was definitely the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, more beautiful than the sound of the Bibi horse thief falling down the mount, than Zhang Yi Jing's glaring eyes struggling and bouncing sounds are even more beautiful, even better than the sound of the silver slamming in the purse.

Between long and calm breaths, there are green leaves stretching, flamboyant flowers blooming, birds singing, majestic mountains, oceans and flowing waters, and the state of Nanzi falling, there are hundreds of books competing for a hurry, there is a vast land , The sky is quiet and far away.

Ning Que did n’t know what words to use to describe the beauty of the world ’s breathing, thinking about it, only the faint breathing sound he heard that year could be compared to the hatred-that year, the frozen body was picked up in the dead body beside the road. Blue Sang Sang Sang, he untied his clothes and hugged the little baby girl in his arms for the weak breath that he finally heard all day and night.

At this moment, he finally vaguely remembered the sounds he heard when he was comatose on the long street, and realized the meaning of those sounds one by one. Those who came from the ancient courtyard of the deep courtyard, the breath of green leaves underneath ... Those who came from the Shishimulou, the breath of the streets of the imperial palace walls, are the breath of life given to them by the world.

What I heard in my ears is the calm and long breath from the ancient times that is bound to go to the future. The finger touches the real thing but can confirm the existence. The doors and windows of the room are closed, but the soft and windy waves slowly linger on his Around the body, no, this fluctuation is more serious than the wind. It is more like the gentle water of Jingtan, but it is more gentle than the water.

Finally determined what he felt, he could no longer suppress the emotion that spewed out of his heart, woke up, looked at the book written on the wall of the room, looked at the simple beam pattern, his eyes were full of excitement, There is also a very complicated emotion. He felt that although the doors and windows were closed in front of his eyes, he seemed to be able to see the gray wall and the row of green trees in Lin 47 Lane. He knew that the night before him would be the world. The world of the past seems to be no different, but this world will be different for him rather than today.

Reach out the still trembling finger, aiming at the bean-like candlelight on the table, Ning Que slowly inhales, and urges his mind to enter the Qihai Snow Mountain, and then it takes a long, long time before slowly. Release it.

The candlelight on the table shook unsteadily, not knowing whether it was the wind, his finger, or his heart.

"Have you ever been the world's vitality?"

He looked at his fingertips and didn't see anything, but he could feel that there was a very thin layer there, muttering to himself, and then he added in a deep voice: "This is heaven and earth!"

The young and immature face is full of perseverance and affirmation, without any shaking and self-doubt.

I could n’t catch a single coat and put it on my body, I did n’t wear my shoes upside down, because I did n’t wear them at all, Ning Que jumped out of bed, and my legs almost fell down, forcing me to run out of the house and knocking over. The bucket beside the bed, the waist was hit hard by the corner of the desk, but the teenager who was about to faint hit by a huge sense of happiness did not feel the pain at all.

Pushing the room open, rushing into the small courtyard, standing in front of Sang Sang who was cutting wood, he looked at the little maid with a small body, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found his voice hoarse, Almost speechless.

Sang Sang glanced at him suspiciously, and found that the expression on his face was very strange, like crying and laughing.

"Master, are you okay?"

She stood up, habitually raising her arms on tiptoe, wondering if Ning Que was covered with a fever, and her mind was unclear, but she found that she could touch the top of his head on one foot and laughed happily.

Ning Que stretched out her right hand to grab her thin arm, put her little body into her arms, and put it in her chest, just like many years ago, muttered: "You live well, I am ... good too. "

After seeing the blood and fleeing Changan City, Hatchet did not cry for many years, and he still did not cry today, but for some reason, he felt that his eyes were a little hot and hot, and his nose was a little sour.

Sang Sang raised his head hard, looked at the faint wetness in Ning Que's eyes, and was startled, and then she guessed something, the small face was full of shock, and the two lines of tears started from Liu Ye. The eyes flowed out.

Silent words are absolutely not enough to express the emotions of the master and servant at this moment.

Sang Sang opened his thin arms and hugged Ning Que's waist hard, crying with pain: "Woo ... Master, this is a big joy, you can eat a few more pieces of duck meat at night."

After the hug was over, the two separated some distance. Ning Que looked down at the little maid's tears on her dark face and her lips moved slightly. She seemed to want to say something, but she didn't say it.

Sang Sang immediately understood what he meant. He lowered his head in shame, wiped his tears off his sleeves, and whispered while sobbing: "I ... I'll call Song Helou's take-out, a six-two silver table."

"It's about the same." Ning Quechong rubbed her head.

Sang Sang went into the house and took the money, hurried to the shop, and suddenly thought of something, stopped slowly in front of the door, looked back at him, bit his lip, and said very seriously: " Master, I will go out in the future ... When doing these dangerous things, you must remember to take me and wait for you in the shop. "

Ning Que looked at her quietly, then nodded vigorously and said: "Relax, no such thing will happen again in the future. At least this year, I will not do anything again, you don't have to worry."

Lao Bi Zhai Pu closed early.

The Dongjia family originally wrote about the small wooden sign hanging on it, and it was changed into the Dongjia Youxin in the shortest time by Sang Sang.

Since it is a happy event, UU reads www. uukanshu. Naturally, com is indispensable for drinking and drinking. The master and servant ate the table of six two silver in Songhe Tower very luxuriously, drank two large jugs of wine. Sang Sang, who has never been drunk before, is extremely rare drunk today.

Ning Que looked at the little maid on the drunk lying table, scratching her heart in surprise, thinking I was not drunk, why did you get drunk first?

He took Sang Sang back to his room and covered it with a single bed cover. Ning Que sat by the bed and took a round fan to fan her. At the same time, he drove those annoying mosquitoes. I have rarely done these things, but after all, I have done too many times as a child, so the movement is very skilled.

The huge sense of happiness and excitement gradually calmed down between the shaking of the round fan. He began to silently think about what happened to him, and his eyes fell on the **** umbrella beside the small face of Zang Sang.

(This is the most beautiful period of love between the night and the present. When I write, it ’s really hard to write a story, but I can earn a lot of money and I am very happy, but I ca n’t replace it. I wrote this The huge sense of happiness when Duan came, this is probably the true meaning of this plot, hehe, sour again, but there is no way, Ning Que's nose is sour, and I am sour when I write it. & Lt; / p & gt;