Anyone who is truly determined to practice should keep his eyes open and behave in a good manner. What kind of practice do he want?

Is it a religious practice life or a real practice and empirical verification?

In the history of religion, which may be nameless, it is a strange flower in the real sect. Maybe he converted to a religious group and became the descendant of a certain sect. In front of others, he was very proud of his identity and was somewhat content to wear this Taoist robe. But after many years, he might find that he is still the same. Although he has written countless books, he can preach the scriptures and speaks very well, but only he knows in his heart that the scriptures are scriptures, whether they are self or themselves.

Although I meditate every day, I know in my heart that I can never enter into tranquility when I meditate every day.

Although I also do morning and evening classes every day, I have to understand that it is no different from reading. I pass by day, kowtowing and chanting scriptures every day, but my habits and worries are not eliminated at all, and my personality and mentality are still the same, without any change.

I also knew in my heart that this was not true practice, but just another kind of life.

Maybe you have made accustomed to this kind of life. Anyway, you live in the halo every day. Who knows if you have real cultivation?

Maybe you are unwilling to live like this and hope to find a true wise master. Where is this wise master? Maybe he is like an ordinary person who is illiterate.

Maybe he is unknown, maybe he is crazy and eats dog meat. Maybe he is sloppy and close to madness, maybe he is unkind, such people may not have culture, status, or identity, but they are real practitioners of Taoism.

Are you willing to follow them without regrets and leave without regrets? Are you afraid that others will say they are liars? Are you afraid that other believers will lose their admiration for you from now on?

Therefore, practicing is really not something that ordinary people can do. There are too few people who can walk the right path in this life. In particular, there are many people who have already taken the wrong path but do not know it. Some people may repent after decades, but more people have been stubborn to the end of their lives, which is so sad.

Practice is just practice, don’t be so complicated. Let’s put it simply. Any practice ends up with two words, “cultivating the mind”. Any method, meditation, chanting scriptures, chanting mantras, drawing talismans, stepping on a fight, etc. are just to assist oneself in cultivating the mind.

Like Guangchengzi, Chisongzi, Taishang Laojun, Peng Zu, Rong Chenggong and others, they do not enter any religion, but they are practicing in the way of Taoism.

Before religion was born, practice had already begun. Many methods of practice during that period were very real and pointed directly to the origin of the great way. Unlike the practices practiced by later generations, which added too many religious elements and some feudal superstitious content, it had long been changed beyond recognition.

However, many people are still obsessed with it, but they think that to practice, they must convert into religion and put on religious cloak. They stubbornly believe that anyone who enters the religious system can only be considered a practice. This is actually the biggest misunderstanding of practice.

In fact, true practice has nothing to do with religion, otherwise there would be no more monks in front of the gate of hell.

If a person wants to truly practice, the first thing he needs to do is to find someone who truly understands practice.

This person may be a religion, a society, a woodcutter, a big man, or even a beggar. So I hope that anyone who comes to seek truth will not have such a shallow vision and a broad mind.

Especially for some unknown practitioners in the folk and the methods they practice, don’t always look at them as religious prejudice, because it may make you miss a truly master and masterful method.

The world of practice is like a hidden person. People who truly hide deeply are likely to be true masters of practice.

Therefore, some people claim to be practitioners, but do not accumulate moral character and like to comment on other people's practice sects. In addition to showing their superficiality and ignorance, they may also plant the root of disaster for themselves. This is particularly important for practitioners.

Don’t question others casually and don’t look down on everyone around you. Not all those who have achieved success in their practice are sitting upright in the temple, and there are also great masters who have achieved great powers among the peddlers and pawns.

People who look at practicing from a secular perspective or religious prejudice often miss a true master because of this discriminatory mind.

In the early years, there was a small village in Dongshan. There was such a family next to the village. It was originally a childless person. Later, a relative adopted a girl from them, which was considered to be a care of the old couple for their death.

Although they were adopted, they were no different from their own birth. The family was also very enjoyable. However, after all, they were girls. When they were old, they had to get married, and they were still married far away from the old couple.

The water splashed by the married girl is always right. The girl asked the two elderly people to live with them many times, but the old couple was not used to living in the city, and the second was that they were afraid of causing trouble for the girl and the old couple, so the old couple still lived in the countryside in a regular manner.

Speaking of this, it’s not that girls are not filial. They have filial piety, and they have to be picked up by the elderly. Speaking of which, the girl and her aunt went home to visit their old couple in the past year. Not to mention, the young couple is quite filial. They buy rice, noodles, meat and oil. The money is not hidden at all, so they spend it hard for the elderly couple.

Firewood is burning in the countryside. In the past few days, the girl and my uncle discussed that his parents' legs and feet are not as strong as before. So my uncle drove a carriage into the mountain and pulled out a lot of firewood. He and his wife stacked the stacks of firewood in the yard high, which looked like the tallest building in the village.

The old man was deaf and his eyes began to get blurred. The old lady was a little tougher and could still do the work in the field.

On weekdays, I would throw the old man at home alone, and the old man sat on the recliner and rocked...

It was on this day that the old man was still napping on the chair. At this time, he heard the sound of various pots and pans in the kitchen at his house. But the old man was deaf and could not hear it at all, but the loud noise made him hear it very clearly. It really scared the old man from the chair.

He hurried to the house to see that his meat oil jar was overturned. The meat oil jar was made of fat made by rural people after killing pigs and used them to cook.

The meat oil that was originally flat and clumpy, had a small paw mark on it at some point. The old man thought to himself: Is this a big mouse?

More than a year has passed, and my son-in-law has always piled up his own firewood. This time, it was not the two of them who came back, but turned into three. The old man and the old lady have their eldest grandson.

It was a coincidence that when the young couple came back, the old man had something wrong, and the couple had to leave the child and take it with their mother first, so they carried the old man to the clinic.

The old lady hugged her eldest grandson, but because the old lady was too old and had a bad mind, something big happened.

What a big deal? I was teasing my grandson, but I heard someone carrying a load of tofu outside and selling tofu. The old lady was delicious, so she quickly took the small wooden basin and took some money. She also told her grandson, "Big baby grandson, grandma will be back in a while!"

However, after going out for a long time, I didn't buy the tofu and sold it all. Instead, I started chatting with the people in the same village. After chatting, I forgot that I had to look at my grandson.

It is true that when I get older, my brain power is not good. When I talked about my girl's house, I remembered that my grandson was still at home. It was only an hour later. When the old lady thought about it, she immediately slapped her mouth.

She lost all the small wooden basin and ran away one of her shoes. She hurried home and saw that she was on her kang. When she saw this, her heart was half cold and her grandson was gone...

I have lost my sight. The countryside is not as good as the city. There are many chickens, ducks, geese and dogs in rural areas every year, and there are many human traffickers who choose to start here.

Seeing that his baby grandson was gone on the kang, the old lady was so scared that she hurried to look for it. Seeing that the old lady's bare feet were bleeding, she didn't see her grandson.

After a while, the girl and the uncle will come back. How can I explain this to the couple? If something happens to my grandson, can I still live in the world?

Don't wait for someone to come and look for her. She just dies. She doesn't have the shame to see her son-in-law and girl.

The old lady had the rope ready to hang herself. She stood on the bench and was about to rush to the underworld when she heard a child crying on the pile of firewood outside her yard...

The old lady hurried to see it, and it was her baby grandson, so she was so happy. She saw that the grandson was quite happy. The old lady simply looked at whether he touched him or not, but she didn't hurt him. She only saw that the baby grandson had nothing to do, but she was holding a tuft of yellow hair in her little hand.

At this time, the old lady looked into her own firewood and saw a pair of small eyes looking at her in the dark cracks of the firewood.

The old lady immediately understood and bowed to the firewood.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm, but the old lady understood: Fortunately, there was "it", otherwise she might have really gone to the underworld.

That night, the old lady brought a bowl of fragrant chicken and placed it in the firewood. As soon as the door opened the next morning, she saw the bowl and chopsticks neatly placed in front of her door.

Life finally returned to the past, but now the old lady will bring it to the firewood pile as long as she cooks something delicious at home.

The most interesting thing is that the one who fetched water at his house was a well. Whenever the water in the water tank bottomed out, the next day, he would hear a squeaking sound from his well. Soon his own tank would be full. The old lady was happy in her ears and she knew what was going on.

Life is still passing day by day, and the old man still likes to shake the chair slightly. He starts shaking, and then dozes under the vines.

At this time, I often see a yellow animal lying under the old man's chair and dozing, pushing the old man's chair from time to time

If you want to talk about what this animal is, a yellow-skinned person is the Wong Tai Sin who lives in the firewood.

It is also a member of this family. If there is any work that the old man and the old lady can't do, it will help them. In return, the old lady often makes some delicious food to reward it. (To be continued)
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