He picked up the bowl and chopsticks, frowned and thought for a long time, finally sighed, took the almost cold dishes and put them into his mouth.
I want to do so much, but I can neither see nor hear.
Maybe it really exists, but it can only be counted as an existence in his eyes. Whether it is actually active in the outside world is unknown.
Not to mention how other things are related to each other.
Qi is integrated from spiritual power and fetal breath, and the formation and emergence of the two are inseparable from the cultivation of spiritual energy.
It can be said that these things all come from inspiration.
But the plants, trees, stones and insects outside are all incompatible with the idea.
Unable to think clearly for a moment, Chen Yu had no choice but to hold off and refused to give up. The sudden inspiration connected all the disparate things in the past. After he managed to do this, he realized that he seemed to have a very superficial understanding of this world.
At this time, he couldn't help but remember the veil that he had vaguely perceived when he had spent a lot of mental energy to penetrate into the microscopic details. That layer of barrier that covered the whole world, and now he thought that there might be something hidden behind it.
It's a pity that I can't get involved with my current mental strength.
This is not a difference in quantity, but in quality. It is as ridiculous as trying to pierce leather with a handful of straw.
"Eat, eat first!"
Food is the most important thing for people. After eating, they should not think about what they have or don’t have.
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People often say: Everything has animism.
Originally, when Chen Yu named the light particles floating on the sea of consciousness in his mind Lingji, he had the idea of capturing the spirit of heaven and earth.
The word "spirit" is definitely not unfamiliar to Taoist practitioners. Others may speak loudly and have only a partial understanding of it. However, in Taoism, the meaning of "spirit" is far beyond what can be summarized in one word or two and a few biased sentences.
You can get a glimpse of it just from the word "single" which refers to hundreds of millions of living creatures.
And today, he will also call the things hidden in Qi, entrenched in the depths of his spirit, and in the dense spiritual energy, by this name.
It's not that it has any deep meaning, but he was thinking about its connection with spiritual machine, spiritual energy, spiritual liquid, etc., so it might not be wrong to call it spiritual.
Or, call it spirituality?
He muttered something and thought it was okay. The single word was indeed a bit weird, but the spiritual words were much more pleasant to the ears.
Immediately, my thoughts started to rise and fall. Earlier at the foot of the mountain, I had praised Old Man Qianniu's Sunwa for her spirituality. Now it was better. I really shouldn't use this word indiscriminately here in the future.
After all, it seems that the only people who can truly be considered spiritual are a family of three from the spiritual generation.
Spiritual energy nourishes the human body, spiritual liquid ripens plants, and spiritual energy transforms living beings.
So what is the use of spirituality? Chen Yu has not yet figured this out, but it depends on spiritual consciousness.
No matter how bad things get, it will tend to lean in this direction.
"Another one I don't understand." He swallowed the last grain of rice and put away the dishes.
As you walk, observe your surroundings.
The flowers, plants, trees, gravel, and water tanks that he was so familiar with in the past now seemed to have a thin layer of light in his eyes, hazy.
They are all virtual images.
Chen Yu shook his head, and everything in front of him disappeared. The pear tree was still the same pear tree, and the dwarf pine trees covered with pine nuts were not brewing. As for the largest water tank, the half-white color did shine in the sun, but it was only
The black fish is just basking in the sun.
It seems to be the same as before, but something has changed.
All things have animism? He doesn't know if this is the case, maybe he can see it with his own eyes in the future.
But thinking about it, if spirituality really exists and is indeed related to the spirit, perhaps he has to wait until his mental strength reaches a higher level before he can achieve this step.
After lunch, I read Taoism as usual.
After he stopped using Qi randomly and put down the spell formations wrapped around his body, Chen Yu suddenly had more time. In the past, he was like a huge soft ball filled with a bowl. Now he squeezed out the water, but instead
Most of the time is free.
For a moment, I didn't know what to do.
After reciting the Taoist scriptures and flipping through medical books for a while, he thought for a while before taking out his hatchet and decided to go up the mountain.
Suddenly, I couldn't stay idle. I felt that my mood, which I had managed to maintain at the beginning, seemed to be a little restless. As expected, people can't be idle.
Let's cut some mangosteens, and we'll go see the bamboo shoots.
Not long ago, he thought about using Qi to write words on bamboo pieces and carve books with seals. This method was indeed a good idea after careful consideration. Not to mention other things, at least it would save the effort of buying pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
The mountains are high and the roads are long, making it difficult to get up and down.
Of course, the more important thing is that Chen Yu wants to eat bamboo shoots and meat slices. If there is no meat, bamboo shoots and ginger slices will do.
Boil, stir-fry, stew, make soup, steam and cut into shreds for cold serving. There are many ways to eat bamboo shoots, so you don’t have to worry about finding them.
"When the time comes, grind some yellow flour and make a bun stuffed with bamboo shoots."
Forget about game, don’t force it. Unless there is a fat rabbit that stupidly falls under the tree stump, Master Chen Daguan has no time to run around and make trouble with the creatures who call the mountains and forests their home.
Carrying a bamboo basket stuffed with a hoe, he walked quickly into the mountain.
No more climbing up and down like in the beginning.
Stepping lightly under your feet, your body is constantly moving.
There is nothing unusual about cutting down bamboo. Naturally, I didn't encounter any silly rabbits who threw themselves into the trap. However, I accidentally landed on a bird's nest built on the top branch of the bamboo.
It has long been abandoned, leaving only traces of filth.
Bamboo shoots can be harvested in June, but he has not touched them before. This is because the bamboos in Qingtai Mountain look like moso bamboo, but the bamboo shoots seem to be slightly different from the previous life. They appear in June, but they are not easy to eat.
Not only was it not crispy and tender, it was extremely dry.
In my memory, I dug it once in my predecessor, and I remember it deeply.
By October, the bamboo shoots were showing their age again, so we chose this time, and August was just right.
The summer light is scorching, and the leaves in the bamboo forest are long and dense.
The halo shattered on the top, casting sparse shadows. Chen Yu drilled in and out several times, but he didn't find a few bamboo shoots, but a handful of bamboo beetles.
It has a black and yellow carapace, a long thing that is not sure whether it is a mouth or a nose, two thin whiskers protruding from under the eyes, and a round head with an oval shape, like a beetle.
What catches one's attention are the pairs of spiny hooked legs arranged under the shell. They are neither barking nor noisy, but are a bit clingy.
"I didn't expect it to exist in this world."
When I was not fishing and catching shrimps in my previous life, I relied on these little guys to provide entertainment in the summer - loop a string, or break off the sour and vinegary spikes on the roadside and insert them into the foot joints. After letting go, the little guys will hover back and forth.
Sky.
Naturally, he can't do such a thing now. Moreover, sour vinegar is also a kind of medicinal herb, and there are no traces of its growth in Qingtai. Otherwise, there would be no impression in his memory.
The big black and yellow beetle opened its two front claws with a very powerful posture, and then it fluttered its wings and flew away. Chen Yu didn't stop him. He caught it just for fun, so he didn't have to fight to the death.
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Buzz buzz——
One after another, a handful of bamboo beetles took off, leaving only one small one still in the hand, climbing over the ravine in the palm towards the fingertips.
"Oh, by the way, remember, these seem to be pests."
The last one also flew away, and Chen Yu clapped his hands and remembered. He seemed to have read a book somewhere when he was young, saying that this kind of bug eats bamboo shoots very quickly.
However, he took a look at the bamboo forest in front of him. It was still lush without him in previous years. With him there, there was no need to do anything superfluous.
“Keep digging bamboo shoots!”
He raised his hoe and looked at the basket which was only thinly filled. He felt that he must have at least ten items today to make this trip worthwhile.