Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 860 Thatched Cottage
If you look down from a high altitude, facing north and backing south, Xiaoshan is just like a character for "person".

On the left leg, the converging part, or the ankle of the foot, is Dongshan, and Dongshan goes down and outwards, which is Annan County, and the county city is located at the foot of Dongshan.

While Xu Guangling and Xu Tonghui were retreating in the compound, Xu Yishan was retreating in Dongshan.

The compound located on Dongzheng Street in the county city can be described as an out-and-out mansion, truly priceless, but if compared with Xu Yishan's retreat place, it is nothing.

Still overlooking from a high altitude, this is a ravine surrounded by hills.

In the valley, there are gurgling water everywhere, such as waterfalls, ponds, springs, brooks, lakes, swamps, etc., everywhere, and all kinds of trees, flowers and plants use water as the source to reproduce vigorously in this stream. Yanaka.

Green, refreshing green.

Clear, clear mind and calm mind.

This is not an ordinary gully, this is a spiritual place, and it is the number one spiritual place in Dongshan.

In the very center of Jiangu, beside a small lake, there are three thatched cottages.

The outside of the thatched hut is either flowers or trees, completely covered by greenery. From a bird’s-eye view, you can’t see the thatched hut at all, but the inside of the thatched hut is quite exquisite, either made of stone, or wooden, or Alternate wood and stone.

One of them is Xu Yishan's meditation retreat.

There is only a small door and no windows, and the inside is empty, with only a straw mat spread on the wooden floor.

The other room is a study.

There are windows on the left and right, and a large number of books hanging on the four walls, and those books are either opened or closed, all written by Xu Yishan himself.

There is another room for living and leisure, with beds, drinks and food.

This time in retreat, Xu Yishan's routine was very regular.

Get up early in the morning, walk around the lake and through the valley, and slowly and deeply let out the old and absorb the new among the aura-filled water, grass and trees.

Occasionally, on a whim, the sheriff of a county, the high-ranking monk, would climb up a tree like a monkey.

Of course, he is not "climbing", and his movements are much more flexible than monkeys. With just a little tap of his foot, he will climb up the tree, or directly climb up to the treetop, and then touch the treetop with his feet to stand facing the sun.

Occasionally, he would reach out.

Then, from north to south, east to west, far or near, some birds living in this gully "fly" towards his palm, or land on his palm, or hang in front of him.

This high-ranking monk would play pranks like a child, watching those birds struggle to escape in different postures after being dumbfounded.

And so on, after about two or three hours of activities, Xu Yishan will return to the thatched cottage for meditation and spend the morning in meditation.

After finishing the meditation, Xu Yishan will go to the living cottage.

Sip wine or water, enjoy the surrounding scenery through the wide-open window, or just lie on the bed and take a nap on your back.

In the afternoon, Xu Yishan will basically spend in the study.

He will pick up a large or small pen, and write large or small characters on large or small paper.

Paper, like rice paper.

A pen is a brush.

This is a scene that is more than [-]% similar to the ancient China on Earth, or even [-]%, it is not an exaggeration.

Xu Yishan writes as he pleases, as he pleases.

Before the retreat this time, he emptied all the things that were written in the study before, and this time, he just wrote at will to sort out the past years, past cultivation and practice.

"The book is the practice, the practice, the law, and the way."

On the first day of retreat, Xu Yishan picked up a pen, looked at the lake and mountains outside the thatched cottage, thought for a while, and wrote these words.

He was accepted as a disciple by his teacher at the age of nine.

At that time, because of his age, he was not able to practice, but the teacher taught him to write, and told him that writing can calm the mind, calm the mind, clarify the mind, and concentrate the mind.

A character, with more or less strokes, writes each stroke well, without rushing up, without rushing, and slowing down, this is called "xiu".

What is repaired is that stroke by stroke, accumulated over time.

A line of characters is formed into rows horizontally and columns vertically, and there are particular considerations between characters, rows and rows, and columns and columns.

It is possible that this word is good and that word is not good.

It is possible that one character is good and that character is also good, but it is not good to read the two characters together.

The teacher said back then that this is called "doing".

Walking is the way to advance and retreat, and it is also the way to gain and lose.

To jump out of the field of vision of a word, and consider the whole word.

If there is no complete planning and vision for the entire banner, even if every word is written carefully, earnestly, and excellently, the entire banner may not be very good.

Or not only bad, but terrible.

This is to only know the small but not the big, just go further without retreating, only know gain but not loss.

These are all ignorant of the "law".

The law is the degree.

There is a degree of pitching and a degree of advancing and retreating.

There is a degree of gain and loss, and a degree of profit and loss.

As for the "Tao" other than "Dharma", the teacher did not say much at that time.

After writing this word, Xu Yishan thought about it now, but he just shook his head and smiled.

This day, for the whole afternoon, Xu Yishan just wrote these few words, um, nine words.

Just nine short characters, in his pen, presents an ever-changing posture, or horizontal or vertical, or square or round, or lined up, or end to end.

Or the size of the nine characters is not the same, one character is as big as a tree, and the other characters are like flowers, birds, or clouds and water, relying on, hovering, and embellishing among the big trees.

Or the two characters are side by side, and the other seven characters are arranged around.

And so on, too numerous to enumerate.

If the imagery and aura are described by water, it may be like gurgling water, or like a waterfall hanging on a river, or like a still shadow sinking on a wall, or like a turbid wave emptying, or like a sparkling water, or like the ebb and flow of the tide. ...

It is full of beautiful things in eyes and magnificent.

Nine characters form a complex world of "action" and "law".

This is also Xu Yishan's world.

It is the world inside and the world outside.

It is an imaginary world of heart and mind, and also a real world of knowledge and action.

From afternoon to evening, Xu Yishan filled a room full of books, and the walls and floor of the study were all covered with these banners.

When the sun was about to set, Xu Yishan gathered these banners and burned them by the small lake outside the thatched cottage.

After the banners were all reduced to ashes, the jug of wine, which was loosely supported by a few branches, was boiling hot enough to drink.

With the aroma of wine overflowing, Xu Yishan casually poured some wine into the lake, attracting many small fish to come up to compete for food. A moment ago, the lake was calm, and in an instant, there were swarms of fish.

Xu Yishan watched the play with a smile, and spent the first night of this retreat in a jug of fine wine.

"Condensing Qi is great, not afraid of cold and heat. Unblocking the meridian is great, no disease. Opening up is great, and life is doubled."

The next day, in the study, Xu Yishan wrote these words.

And in this line of words, what Xu Yishan recalled this afternoon was the experience of concentrating Qi, unblocking meridians, and enlightening all the way since the beginning of cultivation.

That was a long time ago, but when I think about it now, it's still the same as yesterday.

(End of this chapter)