The stars were shining, and the stars were twinkling in the night sky. Su Ming seemed to be looking at the villages on the earth. He was sitting in the yard, chopping firewood. His expression was always calm, and the chopped wood was placed neatly.
Next to it, there is a clear difference from the messy old man chopping firewood before.
The old man's firewood was of different sizes and thicknesses. After it was chopped, it was surrounded by sawdust. However, in Su Ming's place, after all the wood was chopped, there was almost no difference.
Even the sound of chopping wood was very regular, which was different from that of the old man. Until midnight, the door of the house behind Su Ming creaked. The old man was wearing a small coat.
He walked out with his hands behind his back and stood beside Su Ming. He glanced at the wood that Su Ming had chopped in the moonlight and frowned.
"It's not right for you to chop wood like this."
Su Ming put down the ax and looked up at the old man.
"What's wrong?" This was the first time Su Ming spoke in this courtyard.
"Nothing is wrong. You are not chopping wood. You are chopping people. That's all. I can't sleep because you are such a noisy old man chopping wood. Come here, come here, and I will teach you how to chop wood." The old man said in a lecturing tone.
With a tone of voice, he stepped forward and touched Su Ming, signaling Su Ming to get up.
When Su Ming got up, the old man sat on the wooden pier, picked up the ax and took out the firewood. With a bang, he stuck the ax on the firewood and knocked it several times. Then with a click, the firewood was removed.
The firewood was split into two halves of different sizes and fell randomly on both sides. The old man raised his head and glanced at Su Ming.
"Do you understand?"
"No." Su Ming shook his head.
"You little kid has such a poor understanding, please see clearly. My old man will show you one more time." The old man said, picking up a piece of firewood again, and when he swung the ax, he split the firewood in half again with a bang.
"Do you understand this time?" The old man looked at Su Ming with an expectant look on his face.
"No." Su Ming frowned, but shook his head.
"You, you...that's all, I'll show you again." The old man spat into his hands and picked up the firewood and split it again.
"understood?"
"No."
"Do you understand this time?"
"Not even close..."
In this way, time passed slowly. More than an hour passed in the blink of an eye. The old man kept chopping firewood. Su Ming kept shaking his head. When the last stick of firewood was left in the yard, the old man rolled his eyes.
"You kid, are you trying to anger the old man?" The old man threw the ax in his hand and looked at Su Ming angrily while rubbing his wrist. More than an hour of chopping wood seemed to make the old man a little tired.
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"I understand this time. Thank you for your guidance, senior." Su Ming looked calm and thoughtful. He looked at the old man, nodded solemnly, and bowed deeply with his fists clasped.
"Understood? What do you understand?" The old man glared and said angrily.
"Every section of the firewood I cut was very neat and regular, but this neatness and regularity was done deliberately. Even if I didn't do it consciously, it naturally resulted in this result.
As for the firewood chopped by my predecessors, every part is natural, no matter the broken lines or the size. I can't find the same two, just like in life... There are no two people, they are really exactly the same. They are only approximate at most.
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Senior, you are not here to chop wood, but to chop away your life." Su Ming spoke calmly, and the words echoed in the late night. After hearing this, the old man was silent for a long time. He slowly raised his head and looked at Su deeply.
Take a look.
"A mere man chopping wood can have such a long speech when I come to you. The old man tells you, I chop wood like this because it is the only way to make a fire. Do you understand, do you understand?
It's not easy to chop wood from you!" The old man stood up angrily and glared at Su Ming.
"The only thing I don't know is that with my senior's cultivation and identity, which period of my life I want to kill off and why I want to kill it off, and... even though I don't know how many years have passed, why... I still haven't killed it off.
Get off!" Su Ming looked at the old man, not caring about his previous words, but spoke calmly.
"What a mess, go to sleep, you kid, from now on you will sleep outside, not in the house!" The old man snorted, turned around and walked back to the house.
"Or maybe what the senior wants to cut off is not life, but the knots in the heart that condensed in that life. Do you have to cut off the knots in your own heart so that the great road can appear at your feet...
The reason why the senior has never cut off this knot in his heart is because even the senior is hesitant about whether he should cut it off or not?" When Su Ming spoke calmly, the old man didn't look back.
He had reached the door of the house and was about to step in when Su Ming suddenly seemed to have a hint of understanding in his expression.
"Could it be said that... the reason why seniors hesitated whether to kill or not is because they hesitated about the truth of this knot in their hearts? They were afraid that they would kill wrongly, so they were hesitant, so... they wanted to chop wood here.
In the middle, let yourself be calm. Instead of asking yourself, it is better to ask the way of heaven!" The moment Su Ming heard these words, the old man stepped into the threshold and paused. One foot was outside and the other was inside.
, slowly turned his head and looked at Su Ming. At this moment, his expression showed a very different look.
There seemed to be solemnity and a hint of shrinkage in his eyes. When he looked at Su Ming, even Su Ming clearly noticed that this old man seemed different at this moment.
But he couldn't tell clearly what the difference was.
"You..." The old man paused slightly when he spoke calmly.
"Do you snore at night?" The moment these words came out, even Su Ming was stunned for a moment.
"If you want to snore, old man, I will kick you away." After saying this, the old man turned around and walked into the house.
Su Ming stood there in silence for a moment, with a smile on his face.
"With Gutai's cultivation level, the answer to someone who can be respected by him is tantamount to telling me. Among the three nine-fold Taoist gods, one is the Shura Tao of the Shura Sect, and the second is the Emperor of the Imperial Capital.
, and third... but few people know his sect and Taoist name..." Su Ming looked up at the lights that were extinguished in the house, slowly sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes.
Caught in the eyes.
When morning came, when Su Ming opened his eyes, his eyes suddenly shrank. He saw that in the yard, the firewood that had been cut last night had been gathered together again, as if time had reversed.
Together.
"What are you doing standing still? Why don't you go chop wood!" The voice seemed to be a little angry. As the door of the house was pushed open, the old man changed into a small coat and walked out with a pipe.
Su Ming pondered for a moment without saying a word. He walked to the wooden pile, picked up the axe, looked at the firewood, and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, the sharpness of the monk was gone from his eyes. His body
The aura of a monk could no longer be seen on the body, as if at this moment, the whole person was no longer a monk, but turned into a mortal young man.
Until this time, he casually dropped the axe, and the firewood suddenly split into two halves, not neatly arranged, but of different sizes.
Looking at the two halves of firewood, Su Ming seemed to be vaguely touched, as if what he saw was not firewood, but a feeling of creating some kind of life. It seemed that...the two pieces of wood that were chopped open like this did not exist in the world.
·But because of myself, they appeared.
This feeling came quickly and dissipated invisible. It seemed that when Su Ming wanted to explore it carefully, he couldn't notice it. This was obviously different from chopping firewood last night.
While pondering, Su Ming picked up the second piece of firewood and continued to cut it, one piece after another... Until the whole day passed, Su Ming seemed to have forgotten the passage of his day, until dusk, when he looked in a trance.
·The whole piece of firewood is no longer in sight.
"Huh? I cut well today, but I'm allowing you to rest. In this way, you can change into some clothes, take these firewood, and go to Carpenter Zhang at the west end of the village to exchange for food and bring it back. Old man, I haven't eaten all day.
, I'm almost starving to death." The old man sat on the threshold, smoking a pipe, patting a piece of clothing beside him that had been prepared for Su Ming for some time, and said in an old-fashioned way.
Su Ming walked over slowly, instead of always clasping his fists and bowing as he did yesterday, he directly picked up his clothes and changed them in the yard. It was a burlap cloth with some clothes on it.
The patch looks very plain.
After changing his clothes, Su Ming tied up the firewood in the yard and walked out of the yard. Under the setting sun, his back was stretched very long, and he fell into the yard, where was the old man smoking a pipe.
In his eyes, he watched Su Ming go away and slowly put down his pipe, with a hint of melancholy in his expression.
"Are you old? Even this little kid can see what's on my mind... I keep cutting, I can't cut... Is this world... true or false?" the old man said softly.
He murmured, with bitterness and confusion on his face.
Day after day, living like this, with rare peace, three months passed quickly. During these three months, Su Ming was always chopping firewood. Each time he had a different understanding, but there was always something missing.
Something... Similarly, in three months, Su Ming also integrated into the village and was accepted by the village.
Everyone in the village knows that the old man in the east of the village has adopted an adopted son. This adopted son has a nice name, Su Ming.
Until one rainy night half a year later...
Thunder roared in the sky, and lightning flashed across the earth. Su Ming was lying in the wooden shed in the yard. He has been here for the past six months. Although the rain was pounding outside, it did not fall inside the shed. Su Ming was lying here, looking upside down.
It's quite comfortable.
On this rainy night, outside this village, at the moment when lightning flashed across the night sky, two figures walked out of the jungle. They were two figures, one fat and one thin, wearing gray robes, standing there around them.
There seems to be an invisible barrier that prevents the rain from getting close.
It was as if they were standing on the top of heaven and earth, especially the cultivation of these two people. If any monk noticed it, they would be shocked. This is... Tao Zun!
"The Great Elder deduced the heaven, earth, and sky, and calculated all the ancient burials, and finally figured out where this person was. Unexpectedly, he was actually hiding in this mortal village!" The thin cultivator among the two spoke calmly, with a slightly sharp voice.
"Of course he wants to hide, but now that he has been found, he can't hide today."
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