Chapter 145: There are no more ways to go here, Tanxian’s walking stick (Part 1)

The closing place of the First National Congress of the Communist Party of China is Nanhu, Jiaxing. The Nanhu Painting Boat is originally the place where the singing and dancing and the soft sings of the sheng and flute are soft, but now it has become a monumental holy place. Speaking of mountain and lake scenery, there is another place in Jiaxing far better than Nanhu, that is, the North and South Lake located in Haiyan County and by the Hangzhou Bay of the East China Sea.

The North and South Lakes are dotted among the mountains. Although the mountains are not high, they are rolling like green screens. There is a dike in the lake that divides the water surface to the north and south, with light waves and mist and rain pleasant. What’s even more peculiar is that you walk through the long dike and pass the lake, and then climb the edge of the mountain. The vast sea is beyond the cliff at the end. When the immortals come here, they will stop and linger. When the ordinary people come here, they are willing to accompany the mountains and rivers forever.

I followed Fu Jie through a village at the foot of the mountain outside the Nanbei Lake. Occasionally, I saw a stone tablet half a piece of the ground at the foundation of a house's building. There are four and a half words on the monument from top to bottom, which can be vaguely identified as "Dong Xiaowan's Burial Flower". Then I remembered that in front of it was the Nanbei Lake, which was also the place where Dong Xiaowan, a famous prostitute in the south of the Yangtze River. This ancient monument was lonely in the mountains for hundreds of years, and now somehow has become the cornerstone of ordinary people's walls.

Dong Xiaowan is talented and wise, beautiful, good at singing, dancing, and good at poetry and painting. Together with Liu Rushi, Li Xiangjun, and Gu Hengbo, she is known as the four famous prostitutes. She gathers anecdotes from ancient famous lords and compiles the book "Liangyan", which is passed down from generation to generation. The best pastries in Yangzhou "Qianjin Dong Tang" and "Cuanshen Dong Tang" are also said to be the first in Dong Xiaowan. In the 15th year of Chongzhen, Dong Xiaowan returned to Mao Pijiang as her concubine. After the fall of the Ming Dynasty, Dong Xiaowan followed Mao Pijiang to wander away from Nanbei Lake. At this time, her husband had the idea of ​​becoming an official in the Southern Ming regime and leaving her. Dong Xiaowan was mixed with emotion. Seeing the end of spring, the flowers fell, and felt that her life was drifting. She used the meaning of burying flowers at the foot of the Jilong Mountain on the shore of Nanbei Lake, sweeping down flowers, burying the tomb of fragrant flowers, crying in the red. This move moved Mao Pijiang, and he gave up the idea of ​​leaving Dong.

This is the historical fact story of Dong Xiaowan's burial of flowers. Later, Cao Xueqin wrote "Dream of Red Mansions", transplanting the allusion of Dong Xiaowan's burial of flowers into the book, which became Lin Daiyu's story. Later, Hong Kong martial arts novelist Liang Yusheng wrote "Seven Swords Under the Tianshan Mountains". According to folk news, Dong Xiaowan was affixed by Dong Efei, the Emperor Shunzhi of the Qing Dynasty. The novelist's fabrication has been still many film and television directors who have been constantly talking about it.

But I glanced at this stone tablet and didn't have time to leave a step to study it carefully. With a flash of thought, I thought of Xiaowan's burial flowers here, and today I want Fu Jie to bury him here. The sad and beautiful fallen reds are buried with the demons on earth. Whether it is beautiful or ugly, they will be purified by the world in this mountains and rivers. Either sink or sublimation!

At dusk, I chased to the north and north lakes. Fu Jie had already climbed the mountain on the other side of the lake and reached the high cliffs by the sea. He stopped leaving and no longer hid the fluctuations of his spirit. On the contrary, he exuded a powerful and thick aura from the distant peaks. He chased for thousands of miles and never left. When he reached the end of the continent, he suddenly realized that we suddenly had the same heart - we knew each other's feelings at this time.

Fu Jie didn't want to escape anymore, so he wanted to make a break here. Because he finally understood that since I could chase him all the way, I would continue to chase him anywhere, and I wouldn't be able to shake him off. This would be the battlefield for me to fight him. Either he killed me or hurt me severely, otherwise the entanglement would not end. I felt that Fu Jie sat cross-legged on the top of the eagle nest, the highest peak of the mountains of North and South Lakes, quietly recuperating his true energy, waiting for my arrival. I also slowed down, did not continue to chase him, and stepped onto another small hill.

Among the mountains west of the North and North Lake, there is a small hill with two peaks standing against each other. Nanmu Mountain is Nanmu Mountain to the south, Beimu Mountain to the north, Yingke Top to the west, and a three-mile-long valley to the east. The surrounding ancient trees are towering and bamboo forests are lush, and only one path is available for entry and exit. I walked along the trail in the forest to this low mountain. The sky was completely dark, and the stars were flashing. Then I sat down like Fu Jie, sitting quietly to regulate my breathing, and washing away the exhaustion of the wind and dust. I thought Fu Jie could know my feelings, and before finally letting go, we all needed a good rest and tidy up. When the sunrise tomorrow, I would have a fight with him.

The mountain is not high, and there is an immortal, and when the body and mind are calm, I immediately feel a pure and pure fairy spirit here. I suddenly know where this place is - this place is called Tan Xianling, which is a ruin of the ascension of an immortal a thousand years ago. The immortal's surname is Tan.

Tan Qiao, a Taoist in the Southern Tang Dynasty, whose courtesy name was Jingsheng and his pseudonym was Taijizi. He became a master of Taoist priests in Songshan and obtained the art of fasting and nourishing qi. He was known as "Zixiao Zhenren". In order to devote himself to practicing Taoism, he traveled all over the famous Sichuan and mountains. He finally chose to practice elixirs here and devoted himself to writing. Tan Qiao built a furnace on this hill to refine stones, fasting and nourishing qi, and also collected herbs and cured diseases for local people. He also left behind a masterpiece "Hua Shu". After Tan Qiao ascended, people called the hill by the north and south lakes Tan Xianling. The ancient Chinese character "Tan" and "Tan" can be connected. It has been passed down for thousands of years. Now this mountain has been called "Tan Xianling".

When I was very young, Grandpa Jin taught me calligraphy and asked me to write a poem: "The line is made of the Yangtze River and the fan is made of the sky, and the shoe is thrown to the east sea. There are no roads to Penglai, and only in front of Tan Sheng's guard." After writing, Grandpa Jin asked me to memorize it, and then told me the story of Tan Qiao and "Wu Shu", and various legends of the North and South Lakes and Talk about Xianling. At that time, I was very curious and listened to it as a magical story, and remembered it very clearly. Although I have never been to this place, when I walked into this place, I felt very friendly and familiar.

I did not meditate and entered into meditation, but sat under a towering ancient tree, quietly experiencing the long-lasting and clear breath here. I remembered a passage that Feng Junzi said to me, which was a passage from the "fetal movement" mental method he passed on that night. After entering the "pierce gate", how should I practice in front of the "pierce gate"? It is not available in meditation, and I need to understand it myself. The so-called "fetal movement" is actually looking for the source of the real person's self and transcend this source to reach another transcendent state.

In the Floating Life Valley under the Palace of Forgetful Love, Master Tianyue helped me. Feng Junzi used the right time and place to send me into the gate of the entrance, but further insights depended on me. After entering the gate of the entrance, how long does it take to condense the holy fetus and ripen the pedicels? The mental method is about "ten months of pregnancy". Is that time really ten months? Feng Junzi said no, the saying of ten months is just a symbol of false fingers. For example, I lingered in the realm of delusion for three days and three nights, but for Feng Junzi, it was just a snap of his fingers. For example, Fahai was determined to sit for sixty years, and for him, he just closed his eyes and opened it.

Judging from the meditation and mental method of "fetal movement", "broken urn" is followed by "the entrance hall", and "the entrance hall" is followed by "the entrance hall". Since ancient times, there is a meditation in alchemy books. The thirty-six cave heavens of Zhengyimen divides this realm into the steps of four cave heavens, and Feng Junzi passed on my four gates and twelve levels to combine these four cave heavens into one level. What does the sentence "the entrance hall is before" mean? First there is "the entrance hall" before there is "the entrance hall". I have been unable to understand before, but I suddenly figured it out on Tanxianling tonight!

I remembered the poem full of Zen in Xianren of Tan - Penglai is not many ways, but only in front of Tan Sheng's hand. This world is so vast and so small. The realm I want to pursue is so vague and so close. The so-called ethereal is because it accompanies me and I don't realize it. The so-called approach is right in front of you! Where? It is right in the place where you are holding your hand. The Diamond Sutra mentions "no dwelling", and then talks about "you should stay like this, and conquer your heart like this". Now I finally understand. Although I did not suddenly realize it, it is also a hazy enlightenment. This is "before the eyes of the entrance". The breakthrough of the state of practice is not achieved in meditation, but at this moment, the sudden realization is

A little budding and a little consciousness of existence that appeared in the entrance hall woke up from the point of eternal stillness and grew little by little. Gradually, it began to communicate with the outside world. Such a small thing can echo the entire universe. My thoughts are small and can retreat from nothing, and my thoughts are big and can return to nothing. After I comprehend the power of my mind, I finally fully understood it tonight. Its power does not lie entirely in my magic power, but in how much power it can inspire in the world. I am the "leader" of a realm. The key is how vast my spiritual world can condense.

I sat there for a night. The dew dripping from the branches reminded me that the new day had arrived. I opened my eyes and felt a little dazzling - the sun had not yet risen, but the sky was already bright. Although I could not see the sea in the distance, I could feel the shimmering waves on the sea from the white light in the sky. Several egrets flew out from the tulle-like mist by the lake, and the swaying reeds were outlined in the morning mist. I stretched, stood up and walked towards the eagle nest where Fu Jie was.

Like me, Fu Jie was also recuperating among the mountains filled with fairy spirits for a night. Perhaps because of the difference in mind and nature, we chose different places to stop. In the Talk Fairy Ridge, he was on the top of the eagle nest. The eagle nest is the highest peak at the sea and sky. The top of the peak is like an eagle spreading its wings, which is somewhat similar to the top of the Feijin Peak in Wucheng where the seven leaves stop. Here, there is a momentum of the little world, and a state of mind that follows the sky and looks down at all. When I climbed to the top of the eagle nest, Fu Jie stood with his back to the sea and looked at me coldly. I stood a few feet in front of him, and there was a natural answer between us.

Fu Xie: "You are finally here."

"It's not that I'm here, but that you have nowhere to go."

Fu Xie: "It's not that there is nowhere to go, but that I don't want to go. I just want to wait for you here."

"Since that's the case, why do you still have to escape thousands of miles?"

Fu Xie: "Can't you see that? My injury has healed that night."

"The injury is your injury, what does it have to do with me?"

Fu Xie: "Do you think you can kill me today?"

"How can you know if you don't kill you?"

Fu Xie: "Aren't you afraid of death? You can still live well after leaving here."

"If you don't know life, how can you know death? I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want to die either. My practice is to live forever. Kill you is to live well."

Fu Xie: "If I kill you, let alone immortality, you will be a short-lived ghost in your life."

"How can I live forever without knowing death? How many innocent people have suffered unexpected consequences because of you. If you harm sentient beings, I am also the birth of sentient beings. If you do not eliminate evil demons like you, how can I live forever? If I do not kill you, how can I live forever? How can I live for others? How can I know that others are not me, and how can I know that I am not others."

Fu Xie: "At a young age, how could you get such a tone?"

"I met half of the burial monument on the road yesterday. I just figured out this truth this morning."

Fu Jie: "If you want to kill, you will kill. Either I will kill you or you will kill me. It's so hard for you to think about it all night."

"I was not thinking of you this night. Your injury has healed, and I have not gained nothing."
Chapter completed!