The Book on the Pillow: The Sea and Moonlight

Endless darkness.

Donghua sank slowly in such darkness, like a feather, like a fallen leaf, or like a mote of dust.

He couldn't find full consciousness yet, just sinking, sinking, every moment he woke up.He didn't know where he was going to sink, there was no time and space in the darkness, he didn't know what day and night, he didn't know where he was, as if sinking was the only destination.

This feeling is not unfamiliar.

The first thing was before he transformed into a living being, he gradually became conscious in the three pure qi that had just opened up in the world, stretched out his unfamiliar limbs, and came into contact with a strange world. Gradually fall from a very high dome to the ground.He opened his eyes, and what he saw was a desolate blue sea Cangling under the gray sky.

Then when he was young, he competed with the fairies and monsters around Bihai Cangling for food and life, struggling to jump into the spiritual spring with bruises and bruises, and the spring water was rippling. Shen.He opened his eyes, and what he saw was the shimmering spring water gathering above his head, and he, who had never had parents before, felt that being so wrapped up was a bit warm.

For a long time afterwards, he never had the opportunity to experience this kind of precipitation from the heart.At that time, I thought it was because I had grown up, cultivated to a high level, and learned to be free from sorrow, joy, anger, and resentment, and to have no worries, so some people said that it was because the Nine-Cultivated Mind has reached the single point of concentration.Now that I think about it, it's a bit ridiculous, how can it be the same if you don't have anything in your heart and keep something in your heart!

After experiencing the sinking again after the battle with Miaoluo in the blue sea Cangling, he rushed to that ending with the awareness of his mission and his reluctance for Fengjiu. Caring and unwilling.He opened his eyes, and with the backing of the profound immortality of the blue sea and Cangling, he met the nine-day profound thunder that was all over the sky, and finally continued the indissoluble bond with Fengjiu.

Darkness is not necessarily a crisis, and sinking is not necessarily a sinking.

Maybe, it's time to choose again.

One day he was awake for a little longer.

While sinking, he felt a beam of light from behind him.He couldn't turn around to look, he just felt that he was getting closer and closer to the light, and even his field of vision reflected a bright white, and the cycle of light and dark was somewhat illusory.

They come, the security.He walked quietly through a piece of light, and quietly watched that piece of light gradually become a bright spot hanging above his field of vision.

It was a door, and Donghua was waiting for the upcoming scene.

A familiar old and quiet voice sounded around him: "Why are you coming back?"

Donghua thought he recognized himself, but he didn't hide it, and said sincerely, "I don't know."

The voice changed the topic: "Why do you know? Why don't you know?"

"When you live, you die. When you know, you don't know. If you know it, you don't know it. It's the same thing, and it's the same thing." Donghua made a conscious move.

"Smart debate! Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing. Right and wrong are infinite, and there is no way to tell." This time the voice was a little angry, and said again, "Since you have cultivated your mind, why do you cling to one thought?"

Donghua asked back: "What is disabled? What is lack? Nothing can be accomplished or destroyed, and the reunification becomes one."

The voice showed some appreciation: "That's right, only those who have attained knowledge and understanding are one." Then he asked, "From your point of view, how do you cultivate your mind?"

"It is to cultivate the mind to dilute peace and tranquility; it is also to cultivate the mind after tossing and turning to master the avenue. Instead of avoiding the world and escaping from the world, don't let the dust be stained, it is better to work hard to distinguish right from wrong. How about cultivating the ways of the world and using the Tao to break through ten thousand calamities?" Donghua answered very firmly.

The voice pondered for a moment and said: "Despite all difficulties but not broken? Despite all setbacks but not turning back?"

"Despite all difficulties, it will not be broken! Although it will never turn back!"

The voice said again in a blink of an eye: "What is good and evil? Is there a certainty between good and evil?"

"To be born in accordance with the times is called righteousness, and to be born in response to calamity is called evil. It is convenient for nature internally, and conforms to righteousness externally, and moves according to reason, and those who are not tied to things are righteous. Anger, regardless of the future, is also evil. Righteousness and evil are uncertain, yin and yang ebb and flow, all conceived in the way of heaven. All living beings in the six realms, five races, or have clear and bright, or have cruel and obedient habits, the endowment of righteousness, the possession of evil, Not divided by clan, not determined by person, those who keep righteousness can be praised, and those who hold evil can be punished."

The voice asked another question: "The Dao is permanent, but life and death are impermanent, what's the explanation?"

"Death and life are fate; night and day are constant, and heaven is also. Take advantage of the righteousness of heaven and earth, guard against the debate of the six qi, and never give up all day long. Why do you need to explain it?"

The voice laughed: "All people have no self, gods and men have no merit, and saints have no name. The child has made a little progress, I hope you will remember today's heart."

Donghua originally thought that the conversation with that voice would be the end here, but after a while, the voice suddenly added a sentence: "If there is a lack of great success, if there is a shortage of great surplus, good fortune and misfortune depend on each other, who knows the ultimate!"

After that, the surroundings completely restored tranquility.

After some speculation, Donghua felt much clearer.

It should not be accidental to have the same situation twice when it seems like a dream but not a dream.Although the voice didn't say much, every word of the admonition gave advice to the problems deep in his heart. He was grateful in his heart and had some vague guesses about his identity.

He asked what is cultivating the mind, what is right and wrong, what is life and death, and whether he can endure pain and suffering. In fact, he pointed out the permanence and unpredictability of the road to seeking the Tao. The permanence is the difficulty, and the unpredictability is the opportunity.Whether it is a mortal, a fairy, or his so-called god, it is just a drop in the ocean in terms of Dao.To seek the Tao, one should not only seek ease and detachment; to realize the Tao, one should not just rely on words on paper.

Feng Jiu once asked that day why he used to fight and kill all day long, but later he learned the Buddhist principles thoroughly.In fact, these two things are not contradictory. Killing is just doing, and doing is not the point. The point is to use your heart to do it.

As he and that voice said, the Dao is one and two, two and one for the master.Everything is changing, but the Dao remains unchanged; the form of the Dao will change, but the essence of the Dao will remain forever.

For example, Miao Luo and Ji Heng, although they are different people who started the dispute, they both represent disasters for the Dao. Time deduces somewhere, where good and evil ebb and flow, there will be disasters and disasters that should be done at that time. The result of the inheritance is not they or someone else.

Right and wrong, black and white, this and that, exist from the beginning to the end, and there is no difference whether it is a fairy or a demon, a human or a demon.

In view of this, Donghua, who came from the ancient prehistoric world, has always felt that experience is the best way to temper his will, both for cultivation and for growth. Only by asking himself and others again and again can he stick to his heart and keep the truth. Harmonious and accessible.

And when it comes to feelings, although he hopes to live an ordinary and warm life with Xiaobai, he also knows that waiting for them is never a smooth road.

The way and destiny of heaven gave him a lot, made him bear a lot, and made him lose a lot.

However, from the beginning of the no destiny mentioned by the destiny to today, after thousands of twists and turns, he and Xiaobai have become more and more bonded, even though they are both scarred, he still can't hide his joy. The so-called destiny is not static, and the so-called no destiny has already changed. appearance.

Although Xiaobai is young, he has the same heart with him and works hand in hand. Now he can say without hesitation that they are a match made in heaven!

It is good to be able to enjoy peace and happiness plainly, but the plainness after years of tempering is the truth he pursues and the way he wants to prove.

Life and death are in agreement with each other, and they talk with Zicheng.He is not afraid of difficulties and obstacles, the worst is to overcome obstacles and forge ahead. He just wants to seize every moment of each other and achieve the best bit by bit, no matter what the price is.

For these words, he still has to work hard to reunite with Xiaobai, which is the most important thing right now.

Leaving that voice, Donghua sank in the endless darkness for a long time.

Recently, there has been a faint mist in the darkness, and there are some light spots in the depths of the mist. The light spots flicker in and out of the darkness, like the silvery Milky Way.

He had a hunch that a turning point might be around the corner.

One day, after waking up, he found that his surroundings suddenly became much brighter. At some point, he plunged into a piece of white light from the darkness. The light was dim and soft, and he couldn't distinguish up, down, left, and right, but there were some subtle sounds.

He heard a very familiar voice, Feng Jiu's voice.

Her voice, which was as clear as Chunyu's, was whispering softly, and she was talking to someone: "Little guy, why are you lying on father's body again! You are pressing on father's chest like this, he should feel uncomfortable!"

The thin voice replied: "Hey, hey."

"Oh, you said that Father is cold, cover him, how good! But, let's not press on Father's chest, okay, you are so heavy!" Feng Jiu still said softly.

"Hey!" The small voice seemed a little dissatisfied.

"You also said that you are not heavy, let's see who ate it and turned it into a small ball! Brother Gun Gun was not so round when he was a child!" Feng Jiu's voice was full of smiles.

"Hey—"

"Why, are you angry? It's okay, mother, don't talk, why don't you come and cover your father's hands!" Feng Jiu suggested softly.

It turned out to be the little fox and the little fox. Donghua smiled and listened carefully. It's a little round hairball. Unfortunately, he didn't feel the weight and temperature of the little fox. It was a pity that he couldn't touch it with his own hands.

When he woke up again, he was still in that white light, and it seemed that there had indeed been some changes.

This time it was another person's footsteps, seemingly steady yet light, coming from not far away, and slowly stopping in front of him.

The man said after a long time: "Father, when will you come back? Jiujiu misses you very much, and so do Gungun and sister!"

It turned out to be rolling.

There was worry in his voice: "It's been so long, Father's injury hasn't healed yet, Jiujiu and I are very worried! Gun Gun doesn't want to lose Father! Gun Gun doesn't want the sword anymore, as long as Father wakes up quickly!"

He didn't know what he was doing, and he choked up a little when he spoke again: "Jiujiu said that Gungun is already a man and shouldn't cry. Don't worry, father, Gungun will practice his skills to protect Jiujiu and his sister!"

Donghua could imagine the little boy looking at him full of worries and trying to cheer up. He really wanted to touch his rolling head and comfort his son so that he wouldn't have to worry, but he couldn't, he couldn't feel his body.

After a while, he finally heard Feng Jiu's voice again.

This time she seemed to be alone.

Her voice was not as brisk as when she was talking to the little guy, but a little sad: "Donghua, how long are you going to sleep? It was my fault last time, which made you wait for a long time. This time, I will wait for you." How are you? But, I only made you wait for a few months, but you made me wait for several years!"

She sniffled lightly: "My daughter is fine, she likes to come to accompany you, and secretly lies on your body every time, does she still remember the warmth of her father's arms? I'm sorry for making you and your daughter suffer! "

She said even more melancholy: "Donghua, I miss you! If you hug me again, I want you to hug me again! Could kissing you wake you up? But why did you ignore me when I kissed you?" I……"

Feng Jiu was sobbing softly. Although Donghua didn't feel anything else, he felt that her tears were dripping in his heart.For the first time in so many days, he felt pain.

His Xiaobai is sad, his children are worried, but he can't do anything, which makes him very powerless.

The flood is far away, the years are silent, the white light enveloping him ebbs and flows like a tide, and he hears more voices every time he wakes up.Sometimes the voice is so close that there is only a door, and when you open the door, you can welcome the [-]-day Langlang blue sky and embrace the fragrant and soft sweetheart.

However, it is this close distance that spans the horizon.How on earth can I go back?

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Some sentences in this chapter are from or adapted from "Zhuangzi Xiaoyaoyou", "Zhuangzi Theory of Equality of Things", "Zhuangzi The Great Master", "Tao Te Ching" and "Huainanzi Interpretations".

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