(Note: Nowadays, many people are writing literary works with the subject "cultivation of truth", which are more common on the Internet. However, how to interpret the word "cultivation of truth"? What is the truth of cultivation of truth? When asked ten people, nine and a half couldn't answer it. In fact, the word "cultivation of truth" first originated from the sentence "Laozi" 54, "If you cultivate it in one's body, your virtue will be true."

Someone is going to ask again: "How is it 'cultivating to the body' rather than 'cultivating to the heart'?" You can ask in a retort: ​​"Who can see your heart? Words, actions, and actions are all revealed in the heart, and they appear in the body. The words, words, actions and actions of this body are your heart. You cannot say that your mind has good thoughts forever, but you kill and set fire every day." The same is true of Zengzi's saying, "I examine my body three times a day." Therefore, "cultivating truth" can also be said to be "cultivation".

There is another question to note: Buddhist disciples generally do not talk about the word "cultivation" but only talk about "cultivation". Giving, keeping precepts, and forbearance are all about practice. Practice is not just about meditation and chanting mantras, but about every word and action, so I tell a short story about "picking up rags".)

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Zhou Song stood in a very open place, with piles of things everywhere, and flies flying around him. He lowered his head, held a plastic woven bag in his left hand and a wire hook in his right hand, looking for something in these things. After a closer look, he was actually rummaging through the garbage dump! I was not wrong? Zhou Song actually picked up rags in the garbage dump!

Shang Yunfei waved his hand again, and the mirror turned into ordinary white paper again. The white paper seemed to have lost its support in the air and fell to the ground. Looking at Shang Yunfei's behavior at this time, four words appeared in my mind for no reason: "Laoshan Taoist Priest"! His appearance just now did not look like a monk at all, and it was like a copy of Laoshan Taoist Priest in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".

"Yun Fei, what illusion did you show me? What does this mean?"

Instead of looking at the blank paper, he said to me: "This is not an illusion, what you see is the real Zhou Song. He is now picking up rags in the garbage dump! - This is the secret technique of my Buddhist round light mirror, you won't understand it."

Damn! It turns out that it is really the skill of the round light mirror. Shang Yunfei used it so magically, much better than me! He said I don’t understand, and I can’t say that I have learned it too - Feng Junzi doesn’t let me say it. I’m just curious, confused and puzzled. I can’t figure out why Zhou Song picked up rags? In our class, it’s probably not Zhou Song’s turn to pick rags. The reason is very special, because Zhou Song is a person who loves cleanliness! In today’s terms, he has a cleanliness obsession.

Zhou Song's family is not well off. I heard that his parents are both ordinary workers. The clothes he wears are often work clothes sent by his father's factory. Some are old and washed white, but they are always clean and spotless! Not only the clothes, but his hair and hands are also clean, and there is not even a trace of dust in his nails. Even the textbooks he uses never write or draw a word randomly. After a semester, the books in his schoolbag are the same as new! This is not something ordinary people can do, and it is even a bit abnormal. Just like this, how could you think that he would turn over the dirty garbage dump in a place where flies fly around?

I asked Shang Yunfei: "Is this true? How could Zhou Song pick up the rags!"

Shang Yunfei was slightly moved, his face immediately calmed down, and he said lightly: "Of course it's true. As for why, it has nothing to do with you and me. Everyone has their own fate and karma, and there are the karma of the previous life and the next life, so you don't have to force it to the end."

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"Feng Junzi, I occasionally saw Zhou Song in the round light mirror. I saw him wearing tattered clothes, holding a torn bowl, and having dinner in a golden house... Just now, Yun Fei used a piece of white paper to set up a round light mirror in the air... What I saw was Zhou Song rummaging through the garbage pile! What was going on?"

I asked Feng Junzi again for the same question. It wasn't me who came to find him, but he came to me. As soon as I left Yun Fei's dormitory, he was blocked by him. What did he do when he came to school on Sunday? It turned out that he knew that I went to find Mr. Zhang today and came to ask me about my situation. I didn't have to hurry to say what Mr. Zhang said, so I asked him this question first. It was because the round light mirror that Shang Yunfei used just now was too magical, and what he saw in the mirror was too bizarre.

"The round light mirror? What are you looking at Zhou Song for a long time? Didn't I tell you that if the Taoist Dharma is not used randomly without opportunity?"

"I'm just curious. After I learned the round light mirror, the first person I saw was Zhou Song..."

Feng Junzi shook his hand: "Forget it, just look at it. Since you have seen it, I will look at it too..." As he said that, he pulled me into my dormitory next door. It was Sunday after lunch. Some of the classmates in the same dormitory went to the playground to play football, some went to the classroom to study, and there was no one else in the room.

Feng Junzi looked around and closed the door sneakily. He asked me, "How did Shang Yunfei use the round light mirror?"

I told him the whole process of Shang Yunfei cutting paper into a mirror. Feng Junzi looked at the wall of the dormitory and sneered gently. On the other side of the wall was Shang Yunfei's dormitory. Yunfei was sitting in the dormitory at this time. Feng Junzi waved to me: "Shi Ye, come here, is he using the round light mirror like this..."

I walked over, and Feng Junzi suddenly grabbed one of my hands and whispered, "Borrow the magical powers!" He said this again, I was used to it. But this time it was a little different. After he finished calling this catchphrase, he scratched his head with his other hand for a long time without saying anything, as if he was thinking about something.

He stood there for a long time, and finally stretched out a finger and said, "The Saha world is colorful." As he said, he used his finger to draw a circle clockwise from left to right on the wall. He saw that this stroke was drawn, and a circular aperture suddenly appeared on the wall, which was as bright as a mirror, but nothing could be seen in the mirror! Feng Junzi thought about it and said, "There is color different from emptiness, and the color is entered." He stretched out his finger and drew a circle counterclockwise from right to left on the edge of the mirror. This stroke was drawn, and the light and shadow immediately appeared in the mirror!

Feng Junzi actually drew a round finger and drew such a round light mirror on the wall. Just as he heard what he said, it was clearly not a Taoist mantra, but very much like the words in Buddhist scriptures. I kept seeing Shang Yunfei as a quasi-monk with no shaved head, while Feng Junzi was like a fake Taoist priest without a bun. What happened today? The monk made a Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest made a monk? But the round light mirror magic they used was much better than me! My round light mirror was just a round light shadow in front of me, and only I could see it myself, but others didn't know it. And the round light mirror sacrificed by these two people could actually turn the virtual into reality, and even I could see it clearly on the side!

I saw Zhou Song still in the mirror. The scene I saw was no different from what Yun Fei showed me just now. Zhou Song held a woven bag in his left hand and a rake wrapped in thick wire in his right hand, and was flipping through things in the garbage dump. Feng Junzi was probably surprised when he saw the scene in the mirror. He was stunned for a second, and then blinked his fingers. This illusory mirror suddenly shattered silently, turning into fine light and shadows and disappeared, and the wall was still the original wall.

"Why did the mirror break? I haven't seen it clearly yet!"

Feng Junzi: "This round light mirror is not something that allows you to comb your hair! Just the light and shadow flash by, and there is no one who always looks at it and plays! Otherwise, no one can stand it!"

Feng Junzi reminded me of the past experience. It was when I just learned the "Three Dreams in the World". I heard that Yin Shen had the power of eyes after he had a dream. He stared at his eyes and looked through this and that for more than an hour. As a result, he was dizzy the next day and almost couldn't get up. Later, Feng Junzi told me that I was lucky that I was using the power of Yin Shen in my dream, and the energy consumption was very weak. Otherwise, I would have had a lot of trouble like me and could be sent to the hospital directly.

Feng Junzi was there again and said to himself: "How could Zhou Song go through the garbage? Such a clean person, I borrowed his eraser and got dirty last time, and he even cut off a piece of it with a knife... Shi Ye, do you know what's going on?"

"I don't know either, I want to ask you what's going on."

"I know that place is the garbage dump in the east of the city... I won't it be clear if we go and take a look! Let's go and take a look."

If there are words on a person's forehead, then Shang Yunfei's forehead must say "Don't ask about nothing", while Feng Junzi's forehead must say "Love to join in the fun". Feng Junzi pulled me to the garbage dump in the east of the city to see Zhou Song pick up the rags.

To be honest, when I first saw Zhou Song circling things in the garbage dump, I couldn't figure it out. But when I was walking on the road, I gradually figured it out, and after I figured it out, I didn't want to go. Zhou Song definitely had no hobby for garbage, and his behavior was to "pick up waste" or "pick up waste". If it was normal for a large army of scavengers to pick up waste in the garbage dump more than ten years later, it would be normal that there would be a garbage village around the garbage dump. However, in Wucheng in 1990, although the economy did not flourish and developed more than ten years later, there were indeed few people who specialized in picking waste at that time, and I didn't expect it for a moment.

Of course, the purpose of picking up rags is not to collect them, but to sell them at the waste recycling station. In this way, his family may have something to do or financially difficult, so Zhou Song had to use this method to find two pocket money. In fact, when I had time at home, I often went up the mountain to dig winter bamboo shoots, make walnuts, peel chestnuts, and pick hawthorns. During the holidays, I also moved bricks to the kilns to make two money to subsidize the family. These are actually more difficult than picking waste, but there is no way. This is how children from poor families grew up.

In this regard, the children in the city were probably not as good as those in the mountains. There was no such task in the city. The society at that time was not like more than ten years later. High school students had no chance to work part-time and study. There were very few situations like when I met Sister Han asked me to help in the noodle shop. Zhou Song ran to the garbage dump to pick up waste. From his perspective, he was probably the best way he could think of at a young age.

As for why Zhou Song is particularly fond of cleanliness (I didn't know the word "cleanness" at that time)? It seems contradictory, but it can be understood that this is due to a nearly distorted self-esteem mentality. Now many people from poor families have achieved a little bit of success in big cities, and they will have this mentality more or less, that is, they are afraid that others will look down on themselves. This mentality has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that this kind of people are more motivated, and the disadvantage is that they are too sensitive when interacting with others and are prone to inexplicably hurt themselves. In fact, I once had a little more or less of this mentality, such as if they didn't wear new clothes during the Chinese New Year, I felt uncomfortable with other children. But I did not show that it was as strong as Zhou Song, and as I grew older, especially after learning the Taoism, this mentality completely faded.

I wanted to advise Feng Junzi not to watch the fun, but I didn't know how to explain it to him. He was pulled all the way to the east of the city, passed through the farmers' market, and then walked to the suburbs. We both leaped through a bush, and there was a garbage dump in front of us. At that time, Wucheng's economy was not very developed, and there was not as much domestic garbage as it was later. There was only such a large garbage dump in the city. The piles of garbage were more than one person tall, emitting a pungent smell, and we felt soft under our feet. I don't know what to step on.

I have practiced the kung fu in the view of impurity, and I don’t feel any discomfort with this dirty state. Feng Junzi is different. He covers his nose and takes care of every step. Obviously, he doesn’t like this place very much. But even so he still has to watch the fun. He turned around two piles of garbage and saw Zhou Song from afar, and he was still rummaging on something.

When Feng Junzi saw Zhou Song, he was about to say hello. I quickly pulled him, then pulled him behind the garbage dump, and whispered: "Feng Junzi, don't go over, it's best not to let him see us."

"Why? Everyone is here, ask him what's going on." Feng Junzi asked a little puzzled.

"Think about it yourself. If you come to school with clean clothes every day, and on Sunday, you secretly run to the garbage dump to pick up waste, would you be embarrassed to let your classmates see it?"

Feng Junzi blinked his eyes, and suddenly realized his expression. In fact, Feng Junzi is almost the smartest among the people I have ever met. I heard that he had to pass the first place in the Wucheng Youth Intelligence Competition in the fifth grade of elementary school (the information Mr. Zhang found out). The more he had contact with Feng Junzi, he felt mysterious at first, but later he gradually felt that he was indeed a child and did not exceed the normal behavior of a young man. A master is a master, and a boy is a boy, which is very obvious in him. He is very smart and has superb skills, but he is not steady in his behavior. It is indeed impossible for him to be steady and mature at this age.

For example, Feng Junzi had never experienced Zhou Song's mentality at this time. He had never been exposed to such a situation in his life. If he didn't understand, he really didn't understand. But his cleverness is that he probably understood as soon as I said it. He took my hand and retreated back to the bushes on the edge of the garbage dump. He asked me in a low voice: "It seems that his family is very hard. Is there any way to help him? ... Shi Ye, don't you still have two thousand dollars there? Lend him!"

Feng Junzi started to think about it. Actually, I already had a house and a shop in the city. Although I didn’t have any substantial income, I had already entered a well-off life. Although I didn’t spend the 2,000 yuan, I didn’t care so much psychologically, and it was nothing to give it to Zhou Song. But this is not the case.

A person who is rumbling through things in the garbage dump can sit spotlessly in the classroom as soon as he turns around. What a strong sense of self-awareness. For such a person, you give him money for no reason, but you are obviously pitiful to him. It is like slapping him in the face. Not only will he not want it, but he will hate you. I patiently followed Feng Junzi and explained my thoughts. Feng Junzi also thought it made sense. The two of us hid in the bushes and watched Zhou Song rummaging through the garbage. We didn't think of any good idea for a while.

"Shi Ye, you have a good look. Look at what Zhou Song is doing? What are you doing? What are you trying to get out a bunch of things?"

How did Feng Junzi practice Taoism? His eyes were not as good as mine! I told him: "He was picking wires and pulling copper wires from plastic skins. The copper wires can be sold for money." When I said this, I suddenly thought about it and tried to ask Feng Junzi: "Feng Junzi, aren't you powerful? You might as well use a spell to help him pick things up."

Feng Junzi slapped his thigh: "Why didn't you say it earlier? I've been studying the thunder technique in the past few days. Although I haven't figured out anything real, it's still OK to use it to pick up rags... stretch out my hand!" Do you think Feng Junzi is annoying? Every time I have to use magical powers, I have never seen him cast any magic alone.

Feng Junzi also hugged and found an old wire from the garbage dump, took out a knife and cut the outer skin, pulled out a piece of fine core. He saw that it was aluminum, threw it on the ground, and found another one. This time he pulled out a copper wire. He wrapped the thin copper wire around his right index finger, grabbed my hand with his left hand, pointed it at the garbage dump with his right index finger and shouted: "Borrow the magical powers! The thunder of glorious heaven, use copper to lead it!"

Feng Junzi recently borrowed his magical powers and I almost felt no pain. The reason is that my Taoist cultivation has a foundation. But this time I was still a little uncomfortable, my whole body was numb and as if I was electrocuted. I had an illusion that I felt that all the garbage in the garbage dump in front of me was squirming slightly. Then I saw the garbage on the ground in front of me with fine lines, just like many small snakes arched quickly in the direction of ours.

A string of fine copper wire jumped out of the ground and fell in front of us. It was copper wire in the wire, and even the skin was peeled! Then it became even more lively, and things kept popping out of the garbage pile and piled in front of us. These things include: the cap on the screws, the buttons on the battery, the lid on the kettle, and the skin on the lampshade. They are all made of copper - in short, there is only broken copper, no rotten iron! These things are piled up in front of us like a hill. The most interesting thing is that there are several copper plates from the Guangxu period. Feng Junzi was always interested in the old things, and regardless of whether the copper plates were dirty or not, he picked them up and put them in his pocket.

"Feng Junzi, didn't you help Zhou Song pick things up? Why did you put them in your pocket?"

"Is this pile of broken copper worth thousands of pounds? Can he take it away?... Besides, this is called "I want to give it first, and I must take it first... I flash it, Zhou Song is here."

People are inspired by spiritual consciousness, but ordinary people are much weaker in this regard than cultivators, but they are not completely missing. Feng Junzi was doing the garbage dump. Zhou Song, who was standing in the garbage dump, probably felt something was wrong, so he looked up and looked over here. At this time, the pile of broken bronze ware kept jumping out, making jingling sounds. Zhou Song didn't know what was going on, so he walked over here.

Feng Junzi and I quickly flashed out of the bushes, retreated into the bushes, went around in a big circle, and ran to the garbage dump. Just like the Communist army and the Kuomintang army were fighting guerrilla warfare, we changed places with Zhou Song. Looking from the garbage dump, we could only see Zhou Song's back. He stood in front of the pile of broken copper and was looking around, unable to see his expression clearly. He was probably surprised. He observed around for three or five minutes, but did not see anyone else, and took out a shovel from the woven bag. Hum? What was Zhou Song doing? He did not put broken copper into the bag, but found a hidden place to dig a hole in the bushes!

As I looked at it, I understood that Zhou Song had found this pile of bronze ware that came from somewhere, and there was no one around him. He couldn't take it away again and again, so he became scrupulous. He dug holes in five different places in the bushes, then put them in the pile of broken copper, covered them with soil, stepped on them, and covered them with a layer of garbage. There was still a small pile left on the ground, and he put them in his own bag. He walked out with the bag on his back, the bag was heavy, and his waist was bent like a big shrimp.

Looking at his departure back, I felt very uncomfortable. On the one hand, I felt sad for Zhou Song, and on the other hand, I vaguely felt that this person had something wrong with him - he was too independent and wanted to take away everything, regardless of who got them.

Feng Junzi probably didn't think as much as I thought. After seeing Zhou Song leave, he pulled me away from the other side and left the garbage dump. His expression seemed to be very satisfied with what he had done just now. When I walked on the road, I asked him: "What spell did you use just now? You have made all the bronze ware in the garbage dump."

Feng Junzi smiled lustfully: "I tell you, this is the famous - Shenxiao Tianlei!"

Shenxiao Tianlei?! I almost sat in the garbage dump after hearing these four words. Shenxiao Tianlei I have heard of Shenxiao Tianlei, Shenxiao Tianlei in the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Dharma! Almost no one who learns Taoism does not know. Mr. Zhang told me that Feng Junzi also mentioned it to me. The Thunder God Sword in Zhengyi and the Three Treasures is said to be the best weapon for the use of Shenxiao Tianlei. It is said that once the Shenxiao Tianlei is used to display the power of the Nine Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, it is difficult to deal with the gods and ghosts. It is said that in legend, it is magical and powerful! But Feng Junzi is actually used to pick up rags in the garbage dump today, which will make the ancestor who created Shenxiao Tianlei know. Even if he can still survive until now, he will be angry to death by this kid.

Feng Junzi smiled a little embarrassedly when he saw me astonished and disbelief: "Actually, I don't know the gang steps, talismans, spells, and tools that Shenxiao Tianlei pays attention to, and no one has taught me. I am just thinking about the tricks, using one thing as a guide, gathering my mind and force to stimulate external things... I just imitate, just imitate."

After a long time, his divine sky thunder was fake and inferior. Feng Junzi only practiced the alchemy and did not understand the thunder method. He just imitated the effect of the thunder method according to what he learned. When he went back, Feng Junzi remembered the serious things he had asked me and asked Mr. Zhang what he said to me? There was nothing to hide. I told him the original words of Mr. Zhang, which was omitting the paragraph where Mr. Zhang investigated his information.

"Mr. Zhang is indeed an old world. He thinks much more clearly than me. Just do what he wants. This is also a test for you. Also, I found that I can take you as my teacher today." Feng Junzi said after hearing this.

"Take me as your teacher?"

"Yes, you've dealt with Zhou Song right, I might mess it up. You're three years older than me, and it seems that you've lived for three more years... To express your gratitude, I decided to teach you something."

I laughed in my heart. It had nothing to do with me and his life experience. What did he want to teach me? I asked: "What did you teach me? Is that trashed thunder in the sky?"
Chapter completed!