It’s almost Mid-Autumn Festival, and autumn tigers are still more fierce than the other. The hot sun shines on the soon-to-be-ripening wheat, making them golden.

The villagers are sweating, but they are so beautiful in their hearts. God is really giving face. It is better not to rain at this time. Even if it is so hot, it cannot wet the crops.

I held a small sickle, stuck out my butt, and followed my uncle to harvest wheat.

I didn’t use the spiritual energy and vitality of heaven and earth. Even the method of running qi and blood taught me by Uncle Wang Liang was useless. It was entirely dependent on physical strength, and the sweat beads fell to the ground and fell eight petals.

But it's so happy.

After cutting a mu of wheat, I rubbed my waist, which was about to be exhausted, and looked at my uncle who was also rubbing his waist, but showed a happy smile on his face, and unconsciously integrated into the happy life of the farmer.

This is the simplest and most simple happiness that humans can return to their origins and trace their origins. It can wash away many unclean and even sinful things.

During this period of time, eating farm meals and doing work in the fields, I was as dirty as a mud monkey every day, as tired as a dog. The days passed by inadvertently, without a moment of enlightenment, let alone achieving the fruit. But I felt that I had become much heavier and much more solemn.

Life, experience, growth...

In this kind of experience, everyone can experience it, but may not pay attention to it. In the process of experiencing it, I seemed to gradually grasp something, but I didn't grasp it very seriously.

This kind of thing may be called life.

According to Buddhist legend, before the Buddha Shakyamuni became a Buddha, he was a filial son. He served his parents until his parents left, and began to beg for the journey, traveled around the world, and learned all the methods of various schools of thought in the world...

This is the life of the true self, laying a solid foundation for understanding Bodhi in the future; the accumulation of life is the essence of the great way...

I used to see these things that I saw in books gradually became truly understood and absorbed by me as I understood life.

I want to pursue practice, be superior to life but not separated from life.

‘The body is like a Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror platform. Wipe it frequently and don’t cause dust to spread...’

This poem by Master Shenxiu is the foundation of practice; the response poem by the Sixth Patriarch Huineng seems to be more brilliant, but the Zen magic is only suitable for practitioners with deep foundations or natural wisdom. For those who are just entering the Taoist practice, it is easy to become a catchphrase and even attract devils.

The catchphrase is absolutely unsatisfactory. How can I not laugh at the fact that I have fallen into a devil's obstacle and think that Zen is a master at the moment?

The scenery here is beautiful and the folk customs are simple. It’s a pity that the old camphor tree is not around me, which makes me feel a little regretful.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered the old camphor tree.

A wisp of concern and a wisp of thought, just as my thoughts arose, suddenly broke through time and space. I really felt that familiar warm feeling and the energy of life.

Old camphor tree, it turns out that it is also thinking about me...

This should be called a heart-to-heart relationship, right?

***

It was raining outside the window, and a few wild chrysanthemums were filled with smoke and fog, which was beautiful and charming.

I was in my own tile house, cross-legged into a state of meditation.

The three vital energy in my body have recovered as before during this period; the two meridians that crossed the cross routes have completely formed, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth flows slowly in it, making my physical body stronger and basically bid farewell to most endocrine diseases, prostate and reproductive system diseases.

I am not a girl, otherwise the belt meridian will be connected, so I don’t have to worry about suffering from gynecological diseases in this life. I will give birth to as many children as I want!

However, the acquired Gengxin essence that I subdued was very arrogant and always refused to integrate into the eight extraordinary meridians, but was entrenched in the middle dantian. I also let them go with the flow and be at will. When they should move, they will move naturally, and I don’t have to worry about controlling them.

However, the Taoist orifices located in the upper dantian have undergone great changes.

It was originally white outside the Taoist orifice, as if the scene of the level 10 fog had changed and became much clearer. I could vaguely see the scene outside the Taoist orifice, and even saw the old pear wood desk more than three meters away from me.

At this moment, I closed my eyes and shone inwardly on the spirit. The scenery in front of me was completely fed in through the Taoist orifices. If the Taoist orifice located between my eyebrows is the "third eye" in the mythology, I am now using this third eye to see the world...

Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, a three-eyed prodigy?

I was a little excited, but I would not deliberately suppress my mood. Instead, I remained in a state of concentration. If I didn't guard it, the consciousness continued to shine inside, closed my eyes, and used this third eye to find my shoes, then got out of bed and walked out of the house...

Breeze and drizzle, wild chrysanthemums, blue brick walls, bamboo fences...

Also, the little yellow dog in the house brought by my uncle...

These scenes are transmitted through the orifices, just like looking at things through a layer of not too thick fur-filled glass. Although they are hazy and very unclear, they are really seeing them!

I closed my eyes and paced around the yard, watching non-stop.

Although these are acquired scenery, they are far from reaching the innate nature of Hunyuan and capturing the true spirit, but they are a breakthrough of zero. I was immersed in it for a while, and I almost even had the state of concentration that was not guarding or guarding.

Use this third eye to see the world and maintain a state of concentration is the premise and foundation. Once it is broken, the eyes will turn back into darkness. You must open your eyes or emit acquired consciousness to recognize things and distinguish things.

Just as I was watching, a figure suddenly flashed in front of my eyes, and the uninvited guest pushed open the gate and walked in.

After seeing this person in a vague way, I immediately took off from my concentration, opened my eyes, frowned and looked at her.

Fourth aunt!

Why did she come? And she came so badly. She was just at the gate of my thoughts and observing the acquired world. Could it be that she did it on purpose?

The fourth aunt's outfit is very strange today. Although the Taoist robe is not like a Taoist robe, and the Majiao does not look like a Majiao clothes, she wears a yellow wooden crown and a wooden hairpin is inserted horizontally on it, which is quite stylish. There is also a black cloth bag embroidered with clouds and water, sea and sky hanging on her shoulders, which is bulging inside, and I don't know what it contains.

In her right hand, she was still holding something that looked like a flagpole. It was a skeleton made of yellow bamboo, fixing a long apricot yellow cloth, and the side of the coarse cloth was embroidered with black thread to create a pattern of "Big Dipper"...

"What kind of dress is this? Look at her outfit, she looks like a Taoist nun, but she clearly has no Taoist skills?"

That day, the fourth aunt held my pulse and investigated me. I was also considering her. It was basically certain that there was no spiritual energy in her body, and there was not even the true energy of the Wu family. Although some strange things had flowed into my body, I was sure that it had nothing to do with Taoism.

Buddhism will not use these little things...

I feel that she is a bit like the legendary "White Lotus Sect" and my mother said the "reactionary Taoist Sect". She has basically no Taoism, but there are strange things that no one in the righteous path may understand.

She is so strange and weird. No wonder her family doesn't want to mention her more in front of her children, saying that she is a mentally ill person.

I'd better keep a certain distance from this fourth aunt and don't cause trouble.

"Second aunt, you are here. Then wait a moment, I will tell my grandfather and uncle..."

I said respectfully, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Xiaodong, stop. My aunt will not look for your grandfather or Zhao Haier today, she will come to you."

The fourth aunt smiled at me and showed her white teeth: "Let me go..."

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