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Chapter 118: Broken Robe and Mingzhi (2)

Countless past events come to mind, including the birth of the king, the play in the garden, the warm embrace of parents, the repeated greetings, the worried expression of the mother when she was injured, the sincere worry on the faces of the two elders when traveling far away, and the self-confidence of having a successor when talking about state affairs.

Joy, their heartfelt pride after they have made great achievements, their joy when returning to the palace from Yilin, the uneasy sleeping faces of the two elders on the night before leaving home, the figure of the mother falling from the back of a tiger on the bank of the Han River

, the traces of frost and snow in her black hair when she held her mother in her arms, the ardent hope when Xu Xu whispered when she woke up, the admiring eyes of the Chinese people, and the joy of singing and dancing, all of this is so clear

, so gorgeous, like a rainbow stretching across the sky after the rain, like an autumn breeze blowing across the fields, such a beautiful labor pain mixed with joy, flowing back and forth in his inner world, everywhere. [ ] Like this

Such a kind of warmth, such a kind of beauty, such a kind of wealth, such a kind of good reputation, that is the extravagant hope that many people in the world dream of but never get, but although these are hard-won, when the prince comes at this time

To put it bluntly, it is a shackle that I am eager to break free from. Although I know that it will cause my skin to be torn and my heart to be painful, I have to do it.

Because what is locked by this shackle is not only a fantasy dream of wealth, glory and fame, but also a door to the heart on the road to this life and past lives. If this fantasy dream cannot be given up, it means that its owner will surely

Submerged by it, submerged by the billowing dust of mortals, I have lost myself, my past life, and my future. But when I wake up from this dream, it will be the beginning of the inevitable ending of the death of the body and the disillusionment of the soul.

The prince, who has traveled around the world of meridians, has discovered that his body is also an undetermined chess game. The internal organs, blood vessels, meridians, and skeletal muscles all form a maze-like chessboard, symbiotic and co-prosperous but relatively independent.

They nourish each other and are hostile to each other, and although one's own soul is the master of all these, it has to rely on this chessboard to exist. And it is precisely because there are so many endless things from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose on the chessboard.

Desire, so the Yuan Shen got lost in it and could not extricate himself. But when the energy of the chessboard was exhausted and the desire died, the Yuan Shen had nowhere to rely on. At this time, the prince realized that the chessboard he had always wanted to jump out of was not there.

It is not the mortal world that people see, but it is oneself - as long as one understands the secret of oneself, the so-called mortal world may be just an illusory game.

After thinking through all this, the prince suddenly felt sad in his heart, with sweat pouring down his body and tears streaming down his eyes. Only then did he realize that his body today was actually just a carrier for him to come to this world. Like a parasite on a

The memories in my body, like the desires, are just passers-by in this body. Compared to the world I live in, this body is just a passer-by and a parasite. This world will not die.

This body will not die, your soul will not die, and those memories and desires will not die. They will just change their existence form as time goes by. What does desire do to you? What does your body do to you?

What does it matter? Mountains and rivers, the sun, moon and stars, all things in the world, parents and brothers, wives and children, what do all these things have to do with me? For a passerby in a hurry, these are just scenery and the breeze blowing by.

That's all.

A moment of enlightenment finally made the prince understand the true meaning of seeking the Tao. The so-called seeking the Tao is not to seek the Tao, but to seek a method that allows one's consciousness to exist independently without being attached to any carrier. To seek the Tao and enter the Tao is to start from a carrier.

Entering another carrier, the carrier is sometimes limited, but the consciousness never dies. Seeking Tao and jumping out of the category of Tao is the infinity, the real Tao!

The road is endless.

Because it is difficult to let go, we must pursue the Tao and Dharma; because we must pursue the Tao and Dharma, we must stay away from the world of mortals; because we must stay away from the world of mortals, we must give up our family ties; because we must abandon our family ties, we must forget our feelings too much; because we must forget our feelings too much, we must

Great love is speechless.

Great love is speechless.

Love the mountains, rivers and vegetation, love your parents and brothers, love your wife and children, love all the people in the world you know or don’t know, love wind, frost, rain and snow, love birds and beasts, love everything visible or invisible in the world.

This is a circle that cannot be walked out of...

The shaking of the earth and the mountains could not compare to the shock in the prince's heart at this moment.

He suddenly looked down upon everything.

He used the power of his soul to push the drop of golden blood that had gathered the love of all his parents through his meridians, along the Ren meridian, past Jianjing, through Quchi, and straight into Laogong.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw his mother's figure on the mountain road in the distance.

A total indifference.

His mother's call felt like a world away, everything in front of him seemed like smoke, and he no longer had the emotions of the past.

Looking at his mother's stumbling figure, the prince leisurely raised his right hand and scratched his palm with his little finger. A drop of golden blood fell on the corner of his clothes, soaking everything.

Because of this drop of blood, this corner of the clothes now has life and emotions. At this time, it is the young man who is full of attachment to his parents, the young man who was born in a deep palace and aloof from the world. My mother is sincere.

The call was so captivating. The corner of this bird's clothes fluttered up, and it was sending out waves of silent calls towards the woman who was walking in a hurry.

What kind of deep attachment is this? An emotion that has lost its form.

Thousands of years later, at the foothills of Mount Taihe, countless men and women in the mortal world witnessed this touching scene. In order to commemorate all this, to witness such a true love between mother and child, and to witness the difficulty of a great soul seeking the truth, later generations named this place.

——Eighteen plates up and down.

Queen Shansheng used her last bit of strength and finally rushed to the side of the prince. Like a drowning person, she could no longer care about the demeanor that a mother of the country should have. She was sweat-stained and her face was covered with mud. She gasped and grabbed the prince and said to her.

He held the corner of his clothes that he stretched out and held it tightly, never letting go.

She took a breath and calmed down, looked at her son and begged: "Good boy! Even if you don't miss the kindness of your parents in raising you, and you don't miss the earnest expectations of the people of the country, you should pity an old man for his hard work of thousands of miles, right?! If you don't go back,

, do you still have the heart to let your mother come back disappointed from thousands of miles away? Even if mother begs you, go back! If you want to practice Taoism, the palace is also a dojo, do you have to go to this lonely mountain alone?!"

The prince smiled faintly, and the indifference in his eyes made the queen, who was full of sincerity, feel cold in her heart: "If a person who seeks the truth decides to give up his love, where will there be parents? Where will the countrymen be? From now on, the former prince of Jing Le Kingdom will shine.

Yue Donggang is dead, and in front of you is just a Quanzhen who seeks the Tao. If you become a monk but have no family, if you join the Tao and die, what do my parents have to do with me? What does pure happiness have to do with me? The palace is deep in the mountains, and they are all Taoist temples, and the palace has nothing to do with me.

What does it matter? What does the mountains have to do with me? What if I go back to the palace with you? What if I am alone in the mountains? Now that I have entered the Tao, I swear not to look back, so you should go back!"

He stood up and wanted to leave.

But the queen finally caught up with her son and refused to give up. She still held on to the corner of her clothes tightly and kept pleading.

Although the prince was no longer in love at this time, he still thought of his parents' deep kindness and couldn't bear to break away. He sighed, turned around and asked, "You can't bear to part with your son?"

The queen lamented: "I was fourteen months pregnant and endured a lot of hardships to have a little bit of blood like you. I have worked hard for more than ten years to raise you. Just like your father, I really hope that you can succeed to the throne."

Protect the people of Jingle. Now, once you leave home, mother and son are connected, how can I let you go?"

The prince pointed at the corner of his clothes that was grabbed by his mother, and said with a smile: "Actually, I am not your son to this day, but this corner of clothes has been soaked with all the past emotions between our mother and son, and it -

He is your son. If you want your son to return to the palace, take him back with you!"

After speaking, he flicked his fingertips, the light of the Seven-Star Sword flashed, and his robe parted twice.

Queen Shan Sheng pulled her too tight and was caught off guard, falling backwards. When she looked up hurriedly, she saw her son's sleeves fluttering, his hair hanging down his shoulders, and he was swaying and disappearing into the forest.

‘My hair is scattered deep into the mountains, and the lone cloud is gone alone. The wind comes with true meaning, and the rain passes and the mountains appear. The sun and the moon are always accompanied, and the stars are shining in the belly. I step through the world of mortals, and point to the end of the south with a sword’...

The desolate song floated in the wind and gradually disappeared among the vast mountains...

Queen Shansheng was so distraught that she held tightly to the corner of her son's clothes and cried loudly. The hem of his clothes beat slightly in her hands and floated gently, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The Queen was startled, and hurriedly raised the corner of her clothes to take a closer look. Only then did she realize that the corners of her clothes were soaked with her son's blood. The bright red blood threads were swirling around the corners of her clothes, forming familiar scenes. Since the prince was born, he has been with his parents.

Every bit of life we ​​have experienced together is vividly reflected in these pictures.

Seeing this, the queen felt even more sad. From this piece of clothing that had become spiritual, she not only saw the soft true feelings deep in her son's heart, but also saw his determination to cut off his robe and love, and even more.

My son has entered the Tao deeply and has just completed the Tao method. It will be even more difficult for him to turn back.

The more she looked at it, the sadder she became. Suddenly she raised her hands, tore the corner of her clothes in half with all her strength, and threw it down the mountain with a wave of her hand.

There was a slight sigh from the corner of the clothes, and it flew with the wind, drifting over the hills, through the dense forest, fluttering, until it fell into the Han River a hundred miles away, and slowly sank.

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Thousands of years later, the place was inspired by the prince's spiritual thoughts, and gradually the mud gathered into mountains, rising above the water, forming two strange-looking hills. These were later the famous Zhenwu Holy Lands - Dapao Mountain and Xiaopao Mountain.

Queen Shansheng was reluctant to let her son leave like this. After throwing away her clothes, she continued to chase deep into the mountains along the mountain road without taking any rest. After a while, she also disappeared into the mist of the mountains.


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