Lin Xiaoguang remembers that in later generations, some young people would go to Zhongnan Mountain for self-cultivation because of high pressure in life. As a result, they stayed there for a while, but because they could not bear to live without electricity, mobile phones, and the Internet, they finally had to give up.
ran down the mountain.
Some of the people who live in seclusion in Zhongnan are simply passive escapes from the world and escape from their families, but there are still a very few who are like folk scientists and are born philosophers.
He looked around and saw that the house was extremely simple. The bed was made of wooden boards, without any bedding and only a mat.
On the bookshelf next to it, there are books neatly arranged, many of which are thread-bound and quite old.
Apart from the bed and bookshelf, there was no other large furniture, so the room was really empty.
Living here, one really has the feeling of being in a humble house where the mountains are not high, and where immortals are known. Zhongnan hermitage is divided into ranks. The Wupu layman should belong to the top category, detached from the world and independent from the world.
If we say that ordinary hermits are human beings, lay people like Wu Pu can be said to be immortals.
As a person from later generations, Lin Xiaoguang has very high requirements for life. Therefore, teachers, classmates, parents and relatives all think that he is a bit squeamish and even spoiled. After several years of rebirth, he has adapted to the life of this era, but it makes him want to be a layman Wu Pu.
In this way, it is impossible to kill him.
After deep thought, he asked: "Layholder, if you are unable to uncover the illusion until your death, does that mean your understanding is wrong?"
"Death is also a return, or another form of rebirth. How do you know this is not an attempt to uncover illusions?"
This sentence is very interesting. It is very similar to what Huizi said in "Zhuangzi Autumn Waters": The child is not a fish, and he knows the joy of fish. If he wants to refute it, Lin Xiaoguang can just ask, if you have never experienced death, how do you know death?
Just to expose the illusion?
But that would be boring.
He remembered a very interesting movie and said slowly: "Bushi, there is a theory that the world in front of us is composed of numbers. We humans, animals, plants, and inanimate water, rocks, etc., in the final analysis
It’s all data made up of numbers.”
"The pain we feel is a number, sadness or happiness are all numbers. Data makes us mistakenly think that we have autonomous consciousness, but that is actually an illusion. We are controlled by a rule called a program."
Wu Pu finally opened his eyes, looked at him seriously, and asked: "Does the layman believe this theory?"
Lin Xiaoguang did not answer, but changed the topic: "Whether you believe it or not, life still has to go on. I can choose to live in seclusion in the mountains like you and not care about worldly affairs, or I can choose to be unrestrained and unrestrained like a young man, no matter where
A kind of life, as long as you don’t regret it now, you can do it.”
"Father..." He smiled and looked at Xiang Wupu: "Have you ever regretted living in seclusion here?"
"I regretted it before, but I don't regret it now." Layman Wu Pu smiled calmly.
Lin Xiaoguang also smiled: "I have been working hard all my life, fighting against the current situation, fighting against fate, and fighting against people. I can't say that it is endless fun. Of course I am tired, but I have no regrets. Seeing my efforts
With the return, my family, relatives and friends are all better because of it, I am very happy."
Layman Wupu smiled, with a hint of a smile on his face, and said: "Lady, you are destined to be with me."
Why does this sentence seem familiar? Fellow Taoist, are you destined to be a Buddha? Does Wu Pu want him to escape into Buddhism and become a monk?
"So what?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Heaven moves vigorously, a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement, the terrain is prosperous, a gentleman carries his wealth with kindness, and a layman behaves in a gentlemanly manner."
Lin Xiaoguang believes that he has never stopped striving for self-improvement and has great virtues, but it cannot be said that his moral integrity is not very good. He has seen too many dark things and cannot be lenient to others, especially his enemies.
Although the motto of Tsinghua University is to strive for self-improvement and be virtuous.
This layman Wu Pu really cultivated Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and was very knowledgeable.
"The way of a gentleman is also the way of Taoism?"
"Three thousand avenues, the way of the gentleman and the way of the layman, are all the way."
As soon as these words came out, Lin Xiaoguang immediately looked at him high. Master Wu Pu was indeed not a narrow-minded person. He recognized that mundane experience was also practice, which was no different from practicing in seclusion. In other words, it could be said that they came to the same goal through different paths. He was indeed very tolerant of Taoism.
It sounds contradictory, but it really makes sense.
In this road of life, you will face countless difficulties and setbacks. The choice of Wupu layman to live in seclusion is equivalent to avoiding the difficulties and setbacks in the world, which is to uncover the illusion. But entering the world to face difficulties and setbacks and solve problems is also to uncover the illusion.
One is broken by heart, and the other is broken by strength. It is difficult to distinguish between superior and inferior.
Then we chatted for a while.
At about the same time, Lin Xiaoguang was ready to say goodbye: "I have lived here for a long time. Since the layman has not become a monk and has not gone home for twenty years, maybe he can go home and have a look. The world outside is no longer what it used to be. It is much different from before.
Are not the same."
Layman Wu Pu nodded, then shook his head: "If we don't get the chance, we'll talk about it later, just let nature take its course."
He stopped persuading him.
Personally, I feel that before Wu Pu became a hermit, he was definitely not from an ordinary family. He had so many books and so much knowledge. How could he be an ordinary person in those days? At least he was from a cadre family.
It is indeed a pity to be living here now.
However, what he considered a pity was certainly not the case for Layman Wu Pu.
Before he left, layman Wu Pu closed his eyes and said again: "Young man, I think you work too much on weekdays, so you still need to pay attention to your health."
"The Sutra of Three Emperors of Xiaoyou" says: think less, think less, desire less, do less things, talk less, laugh less, worry less, be happy less, be happy less, be angry less, be good less, be evil less, practice these twelve little things,
Deed of the city of health preservation."
“Thinking too much will make you nervous; thinking too much will make your will scattered; having too many desires will damage your will; doing too much will make you physically tired; talking too much will make you angry; laughing too much will hurt your mind; being sad will make your heart frightened; being happy will overflow your mind; and you will be happy too much.
If you are too angry, you will be confused; if you are too angry, your pulse will be unstable; if you are too good, you will be obsessed with it and will not be cured; if you are too evil, you will be exhausted and unhappy. If these twelve excesses are not eliminated, they are the root of loss of life."
"Remember, remember."
Lin Xiaoguang's heart moved, and he cupped his fists and saluted: "Thank you, layman!"
Layman Wu Pu did not move or speak anymore. He just sat on the futon, closed his eyes and meditated, as if he had fallen asleep.
He didn't interrupt anymore, put away the words he had just written down, took one more look at the ridge, and engraved it in his mind before leaving with the others.
Along the way, he was meditating.
It is said that history cannot be changed. The general trend has not changed, but a lot has changed in a small area. If we let nature take its course and do nothing, this rebirth will be meaningless.
If you have this opportunity, you might as well give it to others.
Anyang obviously found that he was a little absent-minded, so he asked cautiously: "Xiaoguang, you don't really believe in the evil of that Taoist priest, do you want to become a monk?"
"How is that possible?" He shook his head and laughed.
"It is impossible to become a monk, but it is still possible to cultivate one's mind. I found that my character is still a little unstable and my mood is not enough. I need to cultivate my mind. Of course, I must also pay attention to my health. I don't want people to have a thermos cup before they reach middle age.
Soak wolfberry in it."
"Cultivation of the mind? Cultivating the body? What do you want to do?"
He glanced around and found that no one was paying attention, so he looked at her and whispered: "The body of the twenty-eight beauties looks like a crisp. She kills ordinary people with a sword at her waist. Although no heads are seen, secretly I teach you that the bones are withered."