Chapter 142 In the heart of fellow Daoist Su, what is Tao?
Chapter 142 In the heart of fellow Taoist Su, what is ‘Tao’?
When Wangdie gave up after the first question, everyone on the plain suspected that they had heard wrongly.
The first question is, did Wangdie lose?
we won?
Did the holy lady and idiot forget the butterfly in the first question?
Their eyes were wide open and they couldn't believe that Su Li actually won.
So is this saintly lady so good at arguing?
If the debate hadn't ended yet, the final outcome would have been undecided.
Otherwise, many excited disciples would already shout out Su Li's name.
Some of the female disciples of Nu Piao Peak are even more beautiful. They think that when Mr. Su comes to listen to music in the future, he must treat him well and do it for free.
Zhao Lingxue, who was sitting next to her parents, put her hands on her hips, straightened her chest, raised her white chin, and sat on the chair with a hum, her pure face full of cute pride.
Looking at his half-drunk daughter, Zhao Xiongtuo felt that his heart was going to fail.
Jiang Ningzhi and Zhou Wuqing were smiling and happy for Su Li.
As for Zhen Dexiao.
Zhen Dexiao clenched her fists in anger.
No matter what, after Su Li won a round, someone would definitely compare themselves with him.
What Zhen Dexiao hopes most now is that Su Li loses the second question!
At least this way, the contrast won't be so strong.
Otherwise, if Su Li really wins Wangdie, then he, as the loser, will be particularly conspicuous!
"So, the last question is called Forgetting the Butterfly"
Just when most people feel that they have won at least a small round, even if they lose, the loss will not be so ugly.
Su Li's voice echoed from the debate stage again.
Everyone opened their mouths when they heard Su Li's name in the last question.
What is the last question called?
Forgot the butterfly?
Good guy, what does this saintly madman mean?
It turned out to be the name of the debate topic after Miss Wangdie.
What is this for? Is he teasing Wangdie? Or is he confessing to Wangdie?
Could it be said that saints are not only obsessed with their own saints, but also with saints from other holy places?
Similarly, Zhou Qingqing was also stunned when he heard Su Li's defense title.
Zhou Wuqing was extremely suspicious that this boy wanted to pick up girls at this time!
Zhao Xiongtuo's heart has sunk.
He no longer cares about the outcome of this debate.
He just wanted to chop Su Li to death!
This pig didn't want to take advantage of his own cabbage, but even molested other women in front of his own daughter.
Blanch!
Do you really think that I, Zhao Xiongtuo, won’t get angry?!
On the debate stage, Wangdie's expression was still extremely calm. Under his long eyelashes, his beautiful eyes blinked gently:
"Please also ask Fellow Daoist Su to come up with a question."
Wangdie had indeed heard of Su Li's reputation for being frivolous.
But Wangdie didn't care at all whether Su Li was teasing him or not.
She was just here to argue.
Su Li nodded and said:
"This question is called 'Forgetting Butterfly', also known as 'Dream Butterfly'.
One day, I was sleeping on the grass and had a dream.
In my sleep I felt like I had turned into a butterfly.
The butterflies were dancing gracefully in the air and wandering around. I was so happy that I forgot my true appearance.
After a while, I suddenly woke up, but the dream was still clearly imprinted in my mind.
I stood up, looked at myself, and thought about what happened in my dream. I felt a little confused for a while.
I forgot."
Having said this, Su Li paused slightly.
Wangdie blinked: "What did fellow Taoist forget?"
"I actually forgot whether I was Su Li or a butterfly."
Su Li shook his head.
"What do you think Miss Wangdie thinks?"
Wangdie thought for a moment and said slowly: "Fellow Daoist Su is naturally Su Li, so how can he be Butterfly."
"That's it."
As if because of Wangdie's reminder, Su Li suddenly realized.
"I understand, that is to say, I am who I am. Did I dream about the butterfly? In fact, I do exist."
Wangdie nodded: "Of course."
"That"
Su Li smiled slightly.
"Is there another possibility? In fact, it was not me who dreamed of the butterfly, but the butterfly dreamed of me.
Everything now.
It’s just a butterfly’s dream.”
Wangdie: "."
Su Li asked the final question:
"So, I would like to ask Miss Wangdie, did I dream of the butterfly, or did the butterfly dream of me?"
Wangdie: "."
One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
Wangdie didn't answer for a long time.
On the plain, the silence was not like tens of thousands of people sitting together, but like there was no one around.
They were both waiting for Wangdie's answer and thinking about what Su Li had just said.
Is it "Su Li dreams of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreams of Su Li"?
Finally, after half a stick of incense, Wangdie stood up slowly, bowed deeply, and bowed. Even the Taoist uniform could not hide the girl's graceful curves:
"Please also ask fellow Taoist to give me some advice."
Su Li also stood up and returned the greeting:
"Everything in the world is constantly changing, and so is life. Nothing is eternal.
Heaven, earth, and humans should be in harmony and unity. This harmony and unity is also the harmony and unity between humans and nature.
Man and nature are inherently one.
No matter it is my dream butterfly.
Or maybe the butterfly dreams of me.
So what about all this?
I am the butterfly.
The butterfly is me.
Butterflies are nature, and nature is heaven.
It’s nothing more than the unity of heaven and man.”
"Boom!"
As Su Li's voice fell, there was another thunder in the sky above the plain.
After the thunder, it rained heavily.
Su Li secretly thought, "Oh no!"
Sure enough, I still didn’t have time?
Forget it, use fireball to dry your clothes when you get back.
But why is this rain a little strange?
Why does it feel like every drop of rain is mixed with Taoist rhyme?
Listening to Su Li's answer, Wangdie Liu frowned slightly, seeming to be thinking.
After a long time, Wangdie raised her head and said, "Wangdie has a question. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Su can answer it."
"Girl, please tell me."
Although Su Li was not sure he could answer the other party's question.
But it’s impossible for me to say, “Don’t ask, I won’t know even if you ask,” right?
"Excuse me, Fellow Daoist Su"
In Wangdie's eyes, there is a desire for truth and a desire for knowledge.
“In the heart of fellow Taoist Su, what is ‘Tao’?”
"What is Tao?"
Su Li put his hands behind his back, facing the plain, with his back straight and his eyes closed.
Everyone was waiting for Su Li's answer.
They felt that Su Li was feeling the rain of Tao Yun and thinking about the answer.
But in fact, Su Li was frantically searching in his mind for explanations of Taoism from his previous life.
What is Tao?
Got it!
Under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes, Su Li opened his eyes and spoke slowly:
"Road to Road, very Avenue."
"boom!!!"
Su Li's voice fell.
Thunder rang out and lightning streaked across the sky.
Above the clouds, a long dragon of Tao Yun transformed into Tao Yun swayed in the sky and roared.
In the Holy Land of Fuchen, which is thousands of miles away from Fuchen Island.
All the old men opened their eyes, and tens of thousands of disciples kept running down a mountain.
On that mountain, there is a big bell that has been silent for thousands of years, ringing without ringing.