Lu Zhengkang picked a field with deep grass and started to cultivate it himself. The area of Dengxiantai was actually not very big, and the area that could be cultivated was naturally not very good either.
Farming is not a necessary job for the people of Kunlun Palace. Although there are few gatekeepers and disciples, there are many warriors, servants and spirit subordinates in the gate. They maintain the operation and maintenance of the main body of the luxurious Kunlun Palace.
It's really impressive.
Xuanyouzi once explained that Tao is drowning in shit, and practice is everywhere in life. If you want to improve Taoism, you cannot simply focus on grabbing spiritual energy. Taoism ultimately pursues the unity of nature and man, which is a perceptual practice rather than
Rational and sophisticated dissection
However, this has always been the case for so many generations. The tradition of self-reliance has always been preserved. Qing Yishui, a disciple of Kunlun Palace, is a first-grade golden elixir. Those who cannot achieve a first-grade golden elixir will not obtain the elixir until death. And this
Only one of the four or five generations of rubbish comes out.
The predecessors left behind houses, fields, and knowledge. The inheritance has not been limited to the big library, but has spread to the fields. Disciples with high enough spiritual consciousness can even see the inheritance left by the ancestors of Kunlun Palace disciples.
The Tao Yun projection below.
Lu Zhengkang lowered his head and waved the hoe, first dividing the criss-crossing streets. He moved quickly and his body formed inertia. It was like a machine that had been programmed and kept digging forward without thinking about other things.
Galloping out, at a certain moment, he almost had an illusion, and the hoe was swung down for a moment.
Suddenly, he saw the illusory shadow of another hoe, which was a beat slower than the entity he held in his hand, but soon disappeared again. It seemed to be an illusion, and it seemed to be a visual residue, but Lu Zhengkang was in this short period of time.
The hoe glimpsed in the hallucination is more crude in shape, wider, and seems to be made of stone flakes.
Lu Zhengkang was stunned for a moment. He stopped the hoe and wanted to carefully recall the feeling of a warm goose feather on the tip of his heart. It was very subtle. In fact, the warm feeling was not obvious.
But there was a special kind of inspiration, like a saw-toothed rack running across a gear, vibrating with a creak, causing the blood in the back of his head to jump.
It's a strange feeling. It's really strange. It's like a flashback of a past memory, but it's someone else's memory.
Lu Zhengkang wanted to reminisce, but he couldn't. He continued to farm and dig the ground without thinking about it. After a while, he waved his hoe and saw the shadow again, this time more obvious. And it became more and more obvious.
Zhengkang stopped, that shadow
He suddenly walked in front of him, wearing a short brown cloth, his hair tied high behind his back, and his hoe swinging wildly, almost as if he was plowing the fields, but like dancing. How could there be such a person plowing the fields?
, and those who do this will definitely not be normal farmers.
This Taoist who happily works in the fields.
Lu Zhengkang followed him, followed his farming footsteps, and danced with him.
At first he felt silly, but later on, the inspiration came in a steady stream, and he immediately found it very interesting. The shadow of the Taoist adhered to his body surface, emitting a hazy light, and Lu Zhengkang felt his limbs numb.
It's like being wrapped in a human-shaped layer of warm water, and even buoyant.
Lu Zhengkang half-squinted his eyes, feeling sleepy. The happy tunes of ancient Taoists could faintly be heard in his ears.
When he came to his senses, it was already noon. He arranged the borders of the four acres of land into a square shape. Then, the shadowy figure of the Taoist sat down on the edge of the field. Lu Zhengkang followed suit.
Sat down.
The shadow of the Taoist lay down next to him and took a nap, with his arms resting on his head. Although his face was unclear, the feeling of comfort was very obvious. Lu Zhengkang was not sleepy, so he took out the Tao Xun in his arms and started to play.
The sixth uncle was stacking wheat stacks in the field. When he heard the sound of the xun, he stopped what he was doing, folded his arms and listened for a while. Several uncles and uncles further away also turned around and looked. They saw the sixth junior brother.
After being lazy, he immediately reprimanded: "Please be more careful. Can you rest if we can? You have the nerve to requisition our fields. We have been working for you this whole year!"
Uncle Sixth Master rolled his eyes, "Which of you drinks less of the wine I brew every year?"
"One code equals one code, you just can't be lazy."
"That's right."
The sixth uncle shook his head and said, "Yes, it's my fault." He continued to stack the wheat stack while the others began to rest and listen to the music of the younger uncle.
Lu Zhengkang played many tunes, which were naturally the tunes he had heard in his previous life. No one stipulated that the tunes of the ancients must be better than those of today. There is good music in every era. Therefore, the tunes he played were quite popular.
Some elders like it.
After Lu Zhengkang had finished playing the music in his memory, he suddenly remembered the tune hummed by Taoist Xu Ying, so he picked up a score based on his memory and learned to play it.
Taoist Xuying was lying down next to him to bask in the sun, but he stood up when he heard the tune. Lu Zhengkang hurriedly put away the Tao Xun.
The Taoist lit a fire and set the wasteland on fire. Naturally, Lu Zhengkang followed suit and happily set fire to the wasteland.
This commotion somewhat surprised the uncles and uncles. The uncle came over to check and saw that a fire line had been dug up on the edge of the field, and he felt relieved immediately.
The slash-and-burn fire burned for an entire afternoon. In the middle of the process, the shadow of the Taoist disappeared. Lu Zhengkang watched blankly until the flames went out. The grass that originally grew to his waist now turned into black ash, as if he had been burned.
A layer of charred crust formed on the human skin, heat and soot rose up, and some embers emitted red light, radiating like wildly spreading vines and branches.
Today's work is done.
Lu Zhengkang put away his hoe and walked to Xuan Youzi's house. It was time for lunch.
There is not much difference between lunch and breakfast, except that boiled eggs are replaced by scrambled eggs. Xuan Youzi opened a livestock pen in his field and raised three pairs of chickens, a pair of ducks, and a fat pig.
This number will be maintained. Chickens and ducks can be eaten after they give birth to eggs. Chickens and ducks eggs can be eaten at will. As for the pig, since there is no other pig to breed it with, it has been kept.
When Lu Zhengkang came to dinner, his face was covered in soot. Xuan Youzi was very disgusted and told him to take a bath and cleanse his face before serving the meal.
This time, Xuan Youzi took out a jar of pickled vegetables so that Lu Zhengkang could eat two more bowls of rice with the shepherd's purse.
As can be expected, Lu Zhengkang had to work hard for a long time.
The next day, when he continued to farm, the shadow of the Taoist appeared again. Lu Zhengkang felt like he was playing a role-playing game, and he didn't know what he would gain by following the Taoist in farming.
It's October 14th in the 60th year of Tiancang. It's sunny and nothing happened.
